[@Quote5] While Ramrod moves through the forest towards the sound of the girl crying for help, he would notice many of the plants aren’t quite normal. Several of the shrubs sprout eyes when they see him coming, while others reach out, feeling at the small plush creature with their leaves and branches. When they make contact with him, the plants release small moans, some sounding intrigued by his texture, others sounding pleasured by the touch. Soon, Ramrod would become aware of a straggly orange shrub with tiny leaves. It had uprooted itself and started following Ramrod, making small grunting noises in its effort to keep up. Assuming that Ramrod keeps moving he soon arrives at a clearing. In the middle of the clearing is a young man with red hair and freckles and wearing a purple woolly pullover. What he’s wearing on his legs isn’t seen, since he is waist deep in a weird type of quicksand. Funnily enough, the young man is the one calling for help. It becomes obvious to Ramrod that the mans state of panic has caused his voice to become high pitched like a girl. The quicksand is pulsating and bubbling, releasing sounds like that of a grumbling stomach and groans of satisfaction as it slowly consumed the sinking man. When the man sees Ramron, he stops squealing like a girl. Suddenly his despair is replaced by a look of bizarre confusion for the plush cat. “Uhh… dude….” He said with a young, masculine tone. “You’re like… a plush toy or something.” Realizing he’s sinking a little deeper into the quicksand, he raises a curios eyebrow. “So, like… help?” [hr] [@Metatrooper] The Android Quatis Mechanic didn't display a look of satisfaction for Meta's reply. He remained suspicious, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't ready to lower his weapon just yet. He was however about to reply, mouth open with the first syllable formed when he got distracted by a third person in the room. He quickly re-aimed his gun at a young man that just kinda blinked into existence a few meters away. Shortly after appearing, the young man vanished, then quickly reappeared, only this time he didn't vanish again. [indent][indent]The stranger had short wavy red hair and small freckles on his cheeks, standing about 6 feet tall with green, bloodshot eyes. He was no older than early twenties, dressed in deep-blue tracksuit pants, purple woolly pullover, and brown slippers on his feet. He wasn't armed at all and didn't actually carry any possessions whatsoever.[/indent][/indent] Once his arrival was stable, the young man rolled his eyes around the room in amazement while his hands felt the air as if he were a mime lost in his act. It took a moment before he acknowledged the other two people in the room. "Dudes..." He said in a state of wonder as he lowering his hands; "I'm like so freaked out right now." The engineer was speechless for a moment, apparently having no idea what was taking place. He then turned his eyes quickly to Meta, his suspicion intensifying as he then turned his look back to the strange redhead, and demanded answers. He raised the line of his gun to the strangers head: "Who the hell are you?!" "Whoa, dude!" The man replied, throwing his hands up again as a gesture of surrender. But he didn't really seem to be taking the situation too seriously, sort of laughing while he spoke: "What's with the badass gun, man? I ain't armed, I swear - hell, I don't even know where I am. Can someone fill me in or what?" Then, as if his arms were way too heavy keep held up, he flopped them back down by his side and turned his attention the Meta, saying: "Duuuude... you are look'n so righteous right now. Nice getup, really, you have my respec." He thumped his fist to his chest as a sign of sincerity then held out his hand to greet Meta; "Names Rufus, man. Ya got a name or what?" Whether Meta responded or not, the android - who was looking rather panicked at this point - spoke into the device on his wrist: "Command. Two to teleport!" As soon as he finished saying so, he grabbed Meta by the shoulder. Less than a second later the Android and Meta vanished in a flurry of light. Rufus was a little confused, but not too phased by the two men disappearing in front of him. "Rude." He said, and with a small shrug started exploring the Tempest. [hr] Meta materialized in a small, square metallic room somewhere on board the Quatis flagship Egress. He is seated in a chair but isn't restrained and appears to have all his items on his person. In front of him is a bare metal table, the legs of which seem to be melded to the floor. The room is fairly dark, but enough light is present to look around comfortably. On the wall to the left is a view screen displaying an image of a space vessel: [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/P2NVx7I.png[/img][/center] On the wall to the right is a terminal with what would appear to be random data readouts. There don't appear to be any doors in the room, but on the far side of the table in front of him is yet another stranger. This man is standing, hands behind his back in a casual yet staunch pose. He looks about middle age, black hair with streaks of violet around the ears, and a long violet and black goatee. He has brown eyes and is wearing a two-piece black uniform, maybe some sort of military issue judging by the four white stripes on the right of his chest and the Quantum rifle hanging from his belt. But he doesn't introduce himself. Instead, he takes a step closer to the table, saying: "State your full name, occupation, origin, reason for being in this region of space, and..." He glances at the vessel on the view screen; "...everything you know about the ship that just appeared within close proximity of your own." [hr] [@Doc Doctor] Fortunately for Donny, and anyone else who decided to take potshots at doors and walls, the energy blast had no real effect. Apparently the walls and doors of the Quatis ship were designed to absorb many types of energy. The absorption technology was so effective that the shot Donny took was practically non-climactic. The energy just dissipated on contact. Donny's furthering efforts to access inter-Quatis information also fell flat. Moments after replying to the Grand Minister, his wrist devise went off-line. All functions went dark. Nothing responded. Even if he had been able to open up inter-Quatis information, he wouldn’t have found much on Pycin, besides the fact that he was Prime Leader of the Quatis. The Grand Ministers personal files are restricted. Still, Donny wasn't without achievement, after seeing his wrist device go dead, he would have felt the sensation of crawling skin and butterflies in his stomach as his vision went black – [hr] Donny’s vision returns to find himself standing and facing Pycin from the opposite side of his desk in his office. The office is as previously described. No doors are apparent. If Donny is thinking, as he usually is, and even though he is alone in the room with the Grand Minister, he would likely suspect that the office isn’t without its share of security systems. Furthermore, the devise on Donny’s wrist is still not operational. Grand Minister Pycin has sky-blue eyes and swept back hair, silver, though a tint on the blue side. No facial hair, but his face was hard as nails. It was clear he wasn’t easily aroused. He’s dressed in a grey full-length robe, obviously a casual attire similar to that of a bath robe, while holding half a glass of Kraken Rum in one hand. When Donny appears, he makes a small effort to rise from his chair, gives a small nod to greet him, then retakes the seat behind his desk. He then motions with his head towards a small cabinet position next to the empty seat in front his desk. In the glass door cabinet are various bottles of alcohol as well non-alcoholic beverages and several drinking classes. “Fix yourself a drink, Donny. Take a seat. Relax. We have… business to discuss, you and I.” [hr] [@Zyngard][@Dartbored Fairy][@Prima Luce] “Mine?” Dino Gavon responds to the transmission from the alien vessel and looks at Cas, then back at the reading’s at his station. “Fuck you!” As he told the person on the alien vessel to get fucked, the words ‘fuck you’ seemed to play on his mind, as though he were reminded of something but couldn’t quite figure out what. He gives Cas another odd look and shrugs. “Anyway, No time to waste, we have to get down there and save that little girl now.” Cas gives Hida a friendly smile as she, Cas and Dino make their way back to center chamber of the ship where Pirila and Shard have recently exited the room they had been in. Cuna was no longer there, but no one really seemed to notice his absence. “Pirila!” Dino said, “We’ve found your friends bio readings on the planet below. It’s clear by the readings that she is still alive, but she is still in the company of her abductor.” Dino then gives Pirila a smoldering look as he snaps his fingers. When he does this, a chamber opens out from the wall beside her displaying a range of guns and rifles. “Take your pick, hot stuff, a fine dame like yourself shouldn’t be landing on an uncharted planet without a means to protect herself, am I right? Of course I’m right!” Shard then steps aside, seemingly a little confused by something, but says to Dino; “Sir, I’m staying here. I don’t know why exactly, but I just feel like I need to be doing something while you’re gone. I can’t quite explain it, sir, but I’m sure it’s important that I stay here.” “Very well,” Dino tells her, “stay if you want. In fact, I’d prefer someone was her to guard the ship while I’m gone.” Whether Pirila had decided to take a gun or not, Cas takes one, but it’s not for him to use. He hands it to Hida like a man presenting a woman a rose, saying; “This is for you. It’s a beautiful piece of machinery… just like you. I’ve also got peanuts if you’re hungry.” Dino then states a command and the next thing Hida and Pirila know they are standing in the caves of the planet below with Dino and Cas. Dino checks his wrist device and gives a nod to Pirila. “Follow me. This way. Be as quiet as you can and stay on guard.” The group of four start heading down the passages of the cave towards Mili’s bio signature. [hr] Back on board the DGS, Cuna had found himself in Dino Gavon’s Bedchamber. It was likely the most elaborately decorated room in the ship. The bed was massive and circular and adorned with velvet cushions of sensual colors. The walls were violet. The ceiling and floor were made of mirrors. Several expensive looking dressers and wardrobes were scattered about the outer perimeter of the room. A little while after he enters, the door opens and Shard walks in. For a second after seeing Cuna, her expression is blank, but then changes to one of surprising realization. “Oh – it’s you, you sexy, sexy man!” She declares as a delightful smile scrunches her cute little face. She quickly accesses her wrist device with a few little taps of her finger. Cuna’s clothes then vanish for a moment, then appear neatly folded on the top of a dresser on the far side of the room. At the same time, Shard’s own clothing disappears and reappears in a neat stack beside his own. Her body is nothing short of perfect, the proportions and supple texture of her skin are literally the makings of a supermodel. But then - as her nipples harden, her lips noticeably swell and her pupils dilate - six octopus-like tentacles grow out from her vagina, prodding at the air as if desperately searching for something to hold on to. “Get on the bed!” She orders, as she catwalks towards him. [hr] [@Oh no my soup] The planet is a beautiful sight to see. The flora is vivacious with fanciful coloring. While Magnus is surveying the area, he feels the sensation of fingers walking up the back of his leg. At the same time he feels a tap on his shoulder while the sound of a pleasured moan is heard. If he looks back, he won’t see anyone but a tree standing behind him. It’s a nice looking tree, about the same height as Magnus, with purple plumage and several eyes lining its trunk. Farther down, he might notice the roots of the tree have uprooted themselves. The roots were causing the sensation of fingers walking up his leg, now groping and prodding at Magnus as they approach his upper thigh. Suddenly, the nearby tree line comes alive as a larger, uglier looking tree steps out and beats its lower limb against the ground with a powerful strike. When it does so, the smaller purple tree squeals like a frightened mouse and starts running away; its roots carrying it as fast as they can across the clearing to hide in another part of the forest. The large tree looms and growls as it strides towards Magnus, while somewhere nearby a small white flower in the clearing sighs like no good thing was about to happen. [hr] [@CmdrAlfieq][@Quote5] "While the desperate men, women and children of Iceolia turn on each other to save themselves, Ernest is forced to make decisions. He knows that Fanny is watching, though she is no longer present to help, but the deluge of people trying to force themselves on board are likely the only thing on his mind right now. What does one do when faces with such a dire situation? Meanwhile, those on board the Rodia are also faced with a decisions. The threat of Hany's Ribbon and the transmission from the MASGC Operator will probably cause some conflicting views. Even if those of the Rodia could help with the MASGC evacuate, will they be able to find a way to escape the path of Hany's Ribbon, or would their efforts to help be in vain? Tune in for the next edition of channel 0 news!" Trillions of citizen from across the universe watch on as Frank Feelsalot, the chubby pink octopod news broadcaster, shuffles the papers on his desk and the inter-universal breaking news broadcast ends.