[@Oh no my soup] As Magnus sets a curse to Hokum knows where, he will find that the planet-size entity previously known as Fanny is following him. In doing so, she is sending a disturbing amount of messages via the Magnus’s communication system that consist of things like; [indent][indent]I hope you aren’t angry at me. My dad is a dick. I hope what happened doesn’t affect our relationship. Please forgive me if I’ve been to needy, I just love you so much. We can be happy, you and I, we can make a life together. Can't you see we belong together? I promise to be everything you need. We can live together forever. Please don’t be scared. I love you. You are the universe to me. There is no one who means more to me than you do. Please don’t ignore me. Don’t listen to what my dad said. Everything is okay, I promise. Just tell me you’re okay. I care about you so much it hurts. There is nothing more important to me than knowing you are happy. Please stop, open your heart to me. Please don’t upset me… please don’t make me angry…. I love you so much… no words could describe my feelings for you.[/indent][/indent] As the messages from Magnus’s titanic stalker flood in, he arrives at his new destination; the entrance to a massive wormhole. The outer perimeter of the wormhole is decorated with pretty, flashing neon lights of gold, silver and blue…. Will he enter? Will he make a reply to his titanic planet stalker…? [hr] [@Metatrooper] Palin almost instantly responded to Meta. His vice sounded somehow apologetic. “Forgive me of my oversight. I did not consider your lack of technological prosperity.” He paused. “Drop the guard around your vessel, it is interfering with my ability to remove you. Do so and I will transport you to one of our science labs to be fitted with a Transect device. Standby.” If Meta drops the interference around his vessel, he would be instantly teleported to a science lab on board one of the Quatis fleet’s vessels. When he arrives he will be facing a young lady. She doesn’t look a day over twenty. She is extremely pretty with shoulder length brown hair and translucent blue eyes, near unblemished skin, and the warmest yet somehow naïve smile to welcome him. “I’m science officer Sahmi Gavon tells.” She introduced herself. “I’ve been given orders from Palin to adapt a Transect to your Armor.” Her smile broadens as her eyes browse the suit that Meta is wearing. “We normally fit them to the left sleeve for easy access, but if there is a better point of application please feel free to designate your preference.” After giving Meta time to reply, she adds; “Palin didn’t tell me what all this is about, just that you’ve got a job to do for him. I don’t like being left in the dark, but I guess that comes with being a subordinate officer like myself, right?” [hr] Meanwhile in the cell block on The Tempest, Rufus accepts the light from the ASP then rests in his seat, inhaling a deep toke as his eyes narrow heavily. “That’s what I’m talking about right there….” He says, holding out the joint for the ASP to take; “Be my guest, electronical dude.” [hr] [@jorcool] The Khaganate turn to move away from the alien race they have encountered, but their fleet doesn’t retreat for long. While Vice Admiral Jens turns his attention to the Khan, every ship in the fleet come to a sudden halt. Something has dampened their propulsion. They are dead in the water. Source unknown. Several minutes pass, likely time enough for Jens to speak his piece to the Khan, when a single person from each vessel within the Khaganate fleet inexplicably disappear. No warning is given. No sound is made. Each of these people are military officers, yet their ranks were varied and seemingly chosen at random. At the very moment that these officers disappear, every system in every ship and in any room or on any person equipped with a functional audio communication device of any kind, receives a transmission. The message is sudden and abrupt and composed of a quick succession of high-pitched, spasmodic clicking sounds that last for several seconds. Maybe it is a language of some kind, one the Khaganate will need to decipher. Meanwhile, in the canteen where the surveillance of the room has been restored to normal, Fanny seems rather content as she finishes her beer and consumed the remaining food on her tray. [hr] [@Quote5] Ernest Jr. Escorted by the two drones alongside, enter the massive cave opening and follow a massive stone passage for many meters before coming to a giant iron-like door that opens upon their arrival. Beyond the door the three of them descend upon an iron-like platform deep beneath the planet for what seems like a journey of several miles before stopping. Another iron door opens to allow them access to yet another passage of stone. The walls of this passage are beautifully carved with hieroglyphic art depicting the Otomigus history, which may seem no more than that of random context to Ernest Jr. the journey continues for near 100 meters before the three individuals arrive at yet another set of black colored doors that must have reached a hundred meters in height. These doors also opened upon their approach. When Ernest Junior enters through the doors in the company of the two drones, he will see a massive cavern, big enough to house King Kong and his family. The cavern is dome shaped, the outer floor of which is lined with hundreds of Otom Drones dressed in deep-green robes. At the center of the cavern, and what may seem mind boggling to Ernest, stands a monstrous 70 meter tall ant-like winged entity staring down at Ernest Junior as the doors to the chamber closes shut with a loud thud. The titanic creature is adorned in royal purple robe lined with gold. It has the sum of 13 eyes and a mouth framed by serrated mandibles. The massive ant-like creature then spreads the mandibles on its face to speak. Its words are like thunder and shake the very foundation of the caverns structure: “I AM QUEEN AVIKA OF THE OTOM!” She paused. “WELCOME TO MY FAMILY.” Pause. “STATE YOUR NAME AND REASON FOR BEING IN THE SPACE OF MY CHILDREN!!” [hr] Rufus is practically spellbound watching Ramrod take of the joint, a peculiar yet admirable smile distorting his face as he watches the little dude get stone. As Ramrod feels the effect of pot in his system, he realizes it isn’t like alcohol. The effects are much more mellow, causing him to relax and feel at ease, if not a little generally paranoid about, well, everything. But at the same time it opened up areas of his mind that aren’t usually being used. He would now be seeing everything in a different light; mathematical equations, perspectives etc. are all seen in a brand new way, opening up a whole new world of creative possibilities and inspiration. “Oh, my righteous, little dude.” Rufus replies in a slurred yet excited tone. “You are so much my hero right now.” He takes what is left of the jont, despite what he said earlier, and takes another hit, pulling back the smoke as he adds; “Feel free to do what you want here my main man. If you want some food just ask the ship.” [hr] “It is a simple matter of adaptive special harmonics.” Aoa answered Sirens question about the telepathy. My people can show you how to adapt these functions to your own systems for ease of communication.” Aoa follows Siren through the door she dramatically burst into, not seeming at all perturbed, and then listens to the conversation she has with the factory head, then listens in a modest kind of way as she asks him how he plans to help. “The Sporn will get to work immediately to assist.” Aoa replies as several more Sporn units appear in the factory. These units aren’t carrying anything with them, but straight away they approach the unfinished units one by one and get to work, while some of them address any computer consoles in the room, transforming the shape of their fingers to access coding and the like to enhance the manufacturing systems. Meanwhile, large quantities of needed metal and other technological components are beamed into the factory from the Sporn planet to assist with the work at hand. “If you allow us,” Aoa continues, "we will proceed to download the knowledge of our interaction to your scientists and engineers so they may know of the changes we are making and the procedure we are performing, that you as your own kind can do so the same for yourselves in the future.” [hr] Meanwhile, Lars and Gamma appear together within the massive Sporn Planet. Their position of arrival will be elaborated on later. [hr] [@Uncle Spanky] Sam is soon surrounded by an army of troops all dressed in heavy environmental suits. They set a perimeter about the crashed vessel, each of the hundred soldiers armed with a rifle. As they take their position the voice from the hovering helicopter is heard once again: “Defuse.” Upon instruction, four of the surrounding troops, one from the north, south, east and west, fire their rifles. What they fire are bolts of electricity designed to penetrate the toughest of armor and deliver a bolt of electricity enough to kill any man or at least disable any type of electronic entity. SAM is hit by all four attacks. He is rendered inoperable. An unknown time later, SAM regains consciousness. He reboots and finds himself at the center of a large room. The walls of the room are made of steel, reminiscent of an underground chamber and he is surrounded by all manner of busy humanoids. The place looks like a laboratory with electronic stations of various alienated descriptions and function. SAM himself is naked, restrained within a metal cage measuring 5X5 meters. At the outer edges of his confines several workers dressed in lab coats have gathered, one of which immediately ask him a question: “State your origin and reason for infiltrating our planet!” [hr] [@Doc Doctor] Fanny appeared to go through some changes while Donny was talking. Her youthful, attractive face became staunch, while the life behind her eyes became reminiscent of an ancient stone monument. When he finished speaking, her hoary glare fixed upon Donny. “Creation doesn’t bargain with the creator.” As she started speaking that statement, everything in the strip club began to slow down; the music, the people, the flashing lights. Except Donny and Fanny, it all slowed to a complete stop by time she completed the statement. Now, with the entire room utterly frozen in a moment in time, she paused before continuing: “The girl you bludgeoned, she lives, but the unborn child inside her didn’t make it, Donny.” In the finishing of this sentence, the entity Donny met in his quarters earlier appeared in the room. With their empty eye sockets and their pale skin, still dressed in their black ghostly attire, they proceeded to perform a strangely slow hula-like dance on stage among the transfixed strippers. “But I can’t blame you for the atrocities you commit.” Fanny went on to say. “You are what you are. Ignorance doesn’t know of its ignorance until it’s been shown otherwise.” The glass of milk situated on the table between them began to vibrate as its contents turned to blood. Within the blood appeared a small, humanoid fetus, bobbing in the blood like a testament to Donny’s indiscretion. “I gave permission to my darkness, Haney, to remove the stain of the Quatis from my universe….” She continued, directing her eyes to the dancing entity on stage for a moment; “Yet some were spared for the sake of repentance. So this is what I’ll say for now,” She paused; “Remove the stain of Dino from my universe without damaging innocent life, and I will place Pycin in your very lap.” At this point Donny will find, if he attempts to leave, that his transect device does not work. He will find there is nowhere to go until the conversation has ended.