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Given with a few moments of thought, the Commander was figuring the motives of The Kradam's conflicts on unknowingly, Otomigus Empire in the sector of the Formicidae occupation.

This is going to be a little complicated for us to decide an intervention without a strong Casus Belli, Kradams. Hence I'll explain a little mind of thoughts before we're intervening of said war. First off, whom are the biological species of the Otomigus Empire? Secondly, how largely, technological and strength is the Otomigus forces? Third, what lies at the Formicidae sector that you're highly fond of it? And lastly, once the Otomigus Empire are cleared from the Formicidae occupation and sworn under your control, the MASGC would wanting to extend the demand for having a single, livable planet for ourselves to live on. If you chose to agree this demand, then I will take a second considering for the participation against the Otomigus Empire.
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After notifying the biological scanning of similarities made by the Kradams as not too far from MASGC Space HQ. The Commander was given a short explanation about the remnants escaped from the Hany's Ribbon destruction.

Hmm.. That must've been a sentient ship named Ernest with a small number of my population on board, escaped from the anomaly impact by the name, Hany's Ribbon. I better not to explain too much, and knowing to my information, I'm certainly that Ernest whom helped a small numbers of my people out from planet Iceolia destruction is very clueless on how it handle foreign interventions and probably mistaken from your aggressively nature as being hostile. If that happened already, then I'm forgiving the unnecessary intrusion of your spacecrafts, and pitifully, I do not have any control over a sentient dumb ship at that point.

In the meantime, my ship are still under maintenance and hadn't ready for dispersing observers just yet. If you're encountering Ernest again at some point, then rely its transmission and explain that the MASGC was on your side.
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At Ernest Ship.

The MASGC Iceolians are glad for the space fight was over, but the substances for food and drinks are almost started to dry up in Ernest's Cargo and so forth losing their mentality to stand in order.
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"Dude! I don't need you to drop me off on a planet." Rufus calls out as Meta walks away. "I have my own ship... well it's sort of mine... I guess. If I can figure out how to get back there. Hey, can you check if it's still there?"

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"What's my life to me, son?" Dino replies to Meta, his voice broken by laughter. "I'd say the same yours is to you. Let us both hope your bounty hunting skills are sharper than that tongue of yours."

Dino is watching Meta, most likely by way the scanners on Dino's own ship that are following Meta's movements. Dino's surveillance is made clear when Meta enters the armory, only to receive another message from Dino:

"Nice man cave. Does it make you feel vital? You really think you're a worthy opponent for a man of my years and training, son? How about you quit while you ca -"

Dino's voice is cut off from unknown circumstances.

On The DGS (Pippa)


"What in the fuck just happened?" Dino turns in his seat at the helm as the ship shakes just a little, directing his question at Pippa.

Readouts roll up one of the monitors, displaying detailed telemetry of a another nearby Quatis Shuttle and the flyer that had recently disembarked that shuttle.

"I apologize, Admiral." Pippa informs him. "I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with the Bounty Hunter. We were hit by one of our own disruptors."

"My old friend, Donny?" Dino chuckles while reading over the specs. "Looks like he was planning a light speed hit and run." He raises a brow, in part impressed, in part amused. "Would have been smart if it wasn't so damn stupid. But now that question is answered, isn't it, Pippa?"

"It is, Admiral." Pippa confirms. "Would seem that your old friend Donny has also been hired to kill you."

"Quite the shame." Dino rubs his chin and thinks on the matter. "I was hoping for a hand at Poker with the man." He reads through a few more specs that Pippa was showing him on the monitor, and adds; "He's teleported back to the Egress, civilian sector. Smart. Nothing like a primates hostage resolve for a primitive coward." He smirks.

Dino sits back for a moment, thinking a few more moments on the situation.

"Keep tabs on Meta's activity, and take over any further communications with that comedian." He orders Pippa. "And open a secured communication link to our neanderthal friend."

"Understood, Admiral. Link open."

Civilian Sector. The Egress


Donny didn't get a response from the Grand Minister. In fact, it looks like the Grand Minister deliberately and rudely severed the link when Donny attempted to open a channel to him. Maybe the Minister wasn't happy with Donny's efforts thus far. Still, as soon as the link was severed, Donny would see another secured channel open up on his Transect device. Source, The DGS:

"Let's swap numbers, shall we?" Donny hears Dino's voice. "I hereby allow you to contact me on this frequency any time you want, my primitive friend." Dino pauses before continuing. "I see you're a big boy now, Donny, although I wouldn't be handing you a licence any time soon. But it was an impressive effort none the less." He clears his throat sarcastically. "In any case, since you're all grown up and think you're real people now, what do you say about dropping the sad and pathetic I'll-go-ahead-and-take-hostage-if-I-have-to routine and we settle this like real men? If you're not open to a good old fashioned game of cards, I've set up a little jungle arena. You've ever been on a big boy hunt, Donny?"




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The tree was shocked over Magnus’s reaction, and he didn’t take lightly to the accusations about his daughter. The entity formally known as Fanny also backed off a little when Magnus said these things, whistling casually as she ascended to a higher orbit.

“I Resent those accusation!” The tree stepped back, though appeared a little nervous. “My daughter is hardly a million years old, she doesn’t know the meaning of sexual harassment! Now just hold on one minute….” He looked at the O’Brian’s and obese lady before taking his sights back to Magnus with a highly questionable glare. “…I understand you are probably upset about my own accusations. But I must look out for my daughters best interests.” His voice becomes a little nervous. “Still… how dare you! Why, I can’t even remember the last time someone was so bold as to challenge my authority in this way. But I will not stand here and be insulted by a mere mortals clever ploy! NEVER!” He settles his tone a little, clearing his throat as one of his limbs give a little scratch to his barked chin; “Besides, I already have a partner. And believe you me, young man, she would be none too happy if I chose a second. She’s a real bitch like that. Nevertheless, under the current circumstance, I’m willing to let you off the hook just this once – but under certain conditions!”

The tree then shakes a few of its leaves at the O’Brian’s and obese lady who instantly disappear.

“From now on,” He explains the conditions to Magnus; “you will have no further contact with my daughter in any way. If she attempts to contact you, you will do the decent think and tell her to leave. You will avoid her at all cost. Do you understand me? I know this will be hard to do, since she is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever conceived, but failure to abide this condition will result in you spending the rest of your life in a galactic Orlong prison sharing a cell with a large, overly sweaty man named Clunker, who will likely make you his little bitch. Do you understand?”

His daughter, still in low orbit about cloud level, sheds a tear as she overhears her father’s words. The saltwater tear has the diameter of a football field as it drops fast towards Magnus, his ship, and the tree.

“Oh, stop your crying, child!” The tree yells up at her. “You know I don’t like a cry baby!” He then turns into a swarm of bees and flies away before the titanic tear strikes down…..




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Rufus turns to Ramrod as they exit the room and stoops down to shake his plush hand.

“Ramrod, pleased to meet ya my little dude! Thanks for saving my life back there. Rufus owes you one.” Standing straight again, Rufus walks farther into the next room. It’s a strange looking place, maybe a bridge of some sort with floating holographic, semi-transparent consoles, controls and various holographic displays of places throughout the universe. “And this is my ship, little man – Well, to be honest, Ram man, it isn’t really mine. I think I might have inadvertently stolen it. You see…” He looks down at the plush cat; “There I was in my room getting stoned and playing Skyrim. The next thing I know there’s some weird-ass looking hole in the air. A portal I assumed. But you know, Rufus has always been a little on the curious side, so I stepped into the portal and came out the other side on this ship. But dude…”

Rufus slaps his head as if trying to get water out of ear or something, and says;

“As soon as I arrived it was like something entered my head. It’s like a voice, but it isn’t. I think this ship has a consciousness or something, and it joined with my own brain. I feel like it might own me now….” He looks at Ramrod Scared. “I think it’s reading my every thought.”

Just then, Hank speaks up. He is floating in the air beside the other holographic displays and looking good as new:

“Ramrod!” He calls out happy. “ – I’m so glad to see you again. Are you okay? I may have been injured but I’m okay now! But the whole time I was hurt all I could do was think about you. I was worried sick!”




“As you wish,” Aoa replies.

He follows Siren patiently out to the front door of the capitol where many of the other Sporn gather to meet with R-Core that had been invited. They wait in silence for the formal welcome.




Ernest follows a direct path into the nebula. Again, it’s a beautiful thing to see. The binary suns and grouping of planets within the colorful gases makes for an almost festival-like atmosphere. He eventually arrives at a large planet with all manner of ecosystems.

Once in orbit of the giant planet, Ernest is surrounded by a welcoming committee of nearly one hundred bio ships. After they take up a web-like positioning around Ernest, he receives another transmission form the planet:

“I am Queen Avika’s Advocate. You have been summoned to meet with our Queen. Choose a representative and have them board a shuttle. Launch the shuttle when you are ready. This shuttle will be escorted to the surface. Our Queen looks forward to making your acquaintance.”




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There is a long pause before The Kradam Reply. When they do reply, their tone is calm but staunch:

“You request too much information. You are not yet our allies. Nevertheless, We will provide you with substance to our cause. The Otomigus occupy their own Expanse. They are native to their realm. Their existence however is hindering our own expansion. They need to be eliminated. We need their space. They are an inferior life form. They will be destroyed with or without your assistance. However, if you choose to accept our offer, we will grant you a small planet within the Otomigus expanse at the end of the war. The planet will accommodate your people and supply you with an abundance of natural commodities until such a time that you can successfully leave our Domain. We will not be hindered by your presence indefinitely.

Respond.”
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-It was a half hour before Dino recieved a reply from Donny. It too was from a secure channel. Nothing indicated that Donny had used the transect they knew he had to go anywhere else, though they knew not of the second one. Dino might have gotten word of a disturbance in the sector shortly before recieving the video. Donny was in a girl's restroom. He must have got her when she came in unawares. Sharp grunts of effort from Donny. Heavy muted thuds. The female's shirt had a few red stains. She had her arms drawn in and eyes swollen shut, obviously delirious and only half conscious, tethered only to reality by pain. Her mouth was a bloody excavation pit and her nose pancaked to one side. She was slumped on a toilet. Her screams of animal pain were breathless to the point of sounding like wheezing, gutteral moans and groans. More heavy thuds. He was pounding her with his weighted fists like she was raw meat, working the body to kill her noise. Donny had first learned how to work someone over during a visit to Texas. It had been an educational experience, seeing a cartel at work. Beating a body with your own two hands is an effective way to break someone's will. Torture doesn't have to be fancy. It should be basic, primal.
He paused two minutes into the beating and withdrew a black metal cylinder with an odd knob from his coat. It extended and locked into place. Her arms jutted out stiff and her body arched as he struck her in the jaw with the club. That meant brain damage. She slid to the floor like a board and made no more sounds. He began stamping his heel into her torso. Someone banged the bathroom door open and the video ended as Donny presumably escaped to somewhere else. Shortly after the video arrived, so did a text message.-


"Big boys don't play games. Teleport down to the planet fully nude, alone, and unarmed in twenty minutes, then notify me unless you want to see what a flaying is from the perspective of a little one. You can see your own lungs and heart moving when it's done right. Once you've arrived, enter the station where we first met. You'll lie on your face and a man will arrive soon to shoot you where you lay. There is to be no delay, no exception, no second warning. Nobody else needs to be hurt, but that's your decision now."
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After the group beams down to the planet - with Pirila carrying Mili - Cas asks a question, if any of them knew any better places to hide.

"Unfortunately, I do not." Pirila responds, sighing. "While I go scavenging quite often I do not have any secondary hiding places, I just hide wherever seems good if necessary." She says, moving Mili so carrying her is a bit more comfortable.

"I don't really have any good places in mind either, but we could just go wander." Hida responds, stretching her arms. "Pirila would likely be able to find good places to rest and such, but the deadly Duststorms don't really make that much of a viable option."
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Ernest is quite surprised that the resources are running low already. How cheap was that food that we are already running low over the course of a few hours?

Ernest contemplates the Advocate's commands. The only entity on the Ernest fitting to represent Ernest is Ernest himself. However, Ernest isn't on the spaceship. He IS the spaceship. He can't exactly leave his own body. Technically he could separate his core from his hull, but that would result in the effective destruction of his hull, which would be incredibly counter-intuitive. If only Fanny May and her ship was here, he could stick Ernest Jr on her ship and have them go down to see the Queen. Oh well, he can't rely on Miss May for everything now.

Ernest responds to the Queen's Advocate. "As the Ernest, it would only be fitting if I represent myself. However, this is impractical, since I am a spaceship. I could send one of my repair pods and control it remotely, but I don't have a way of getting one of those pods down to the surface. I don't have any ejectable crafts inside my hull. The best way I can think of to send one is for one of your escort ships to fly close to my hull, and have a repair pod climb onto my exterior and jump over to the escort. I understand this is an awkward method of doing this, but I don't have a better method."



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Ramrod thinks. "I forget, does stoned mean drunk or high? I got drunk once. I don't really know what happened, I completely blacked out. I think I made a spaceship or something. No idea where that spaceship went, I must have crashed it or something... I dunno. I don't really want to get drunk again, last time I was pretty Mraoh'd up." Apparently the translator doesn't know how to translate Ramrod's swear words.

Ramrod notices Hank. "Hank! You are alive! And not broken! And... hovering? You can you fly or something now?"

Ramrod walks over to the floating Hank, trying to figure out how he is hovering.



As Rodia and Siren
Siren walks onto the stage in front of the crowd.

"People of Rodia. As we have established, we have been visited by a race of incredibly advance robots called the Sporn. I would like to clarify that they are not an invasion force. They are unexpected guests. However, based on the fact that this galaxy is their territory, it is more like Rodia being their guests. Since we are kinda stuck in their territory, their representative leader, Commander 1.0-1 "Aoa", has offered to help us. He said that the Sporn could provide metal to finish the unfinished R-Cores, and to help us complete and possibly even upgrade out station. We have nothing to return to them, except for our company, as from what I have gathered they really get visitors. so we'll be in debt for the foreseeable future."

"Sporn guests. I am Siren, the leader of Rodia, and I humbly welcome you aboard our station. We are excited to have you with us, as I think we could learn much from your people. And I also humbly thank you for letting us stay in your galaxy until we have the means and need to relocate. If you have any questions, I suggest you either ask me, R-0-0 Rorod, or R-2-28 Lars. At this point, I will continue to speak with 1.0-1 Aoa to talk about the plans for our future. I wish you all good fortune in your interactions with the R-Cores."
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(Before Meta leaves the cell block)

He does not even turn to Rufus while he calls him out, instead merely pausing and speaking.

Meta: I recall seeing your ship not far from here.

He pauses again as Rufus talks about how he doesn't even know how to get to his own ship and asks Meta to check for him.

Meta: Hmph, I have a much more important task at hand. If you can figure out a way to return to your own ship, do so. I will not aid you for now.

Rufus' last comment seemed to have irritated Meta quite a bit. With his somewhat rude refusal, his apparent ignorance about the details of his own craft, and his last request. Nevertheless, he instructs the ASP to tap into the ship's sensors and show Rufus a holoview of his ship.

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Meta: You're calling me out for having a sharp tongue?

He then lets out a small chuckle, audible enough for Dino to hear over the coms. As he enters the armory and receives Dino's further transmissions, he switches to a private comlink with Niner once again, now instructing him in a language unknown to most of the galaxy, even the Quatis, the language of his home.

Meta: Di'kai kui hi'ge tien'oi bo si'nal.

As he gives the command, Dino's voice suddenly stops due to unknown reasons. He let out a sigh of relief as he thought to himself.

Thank God it cut off earlier, he was a pain to listen to.

After a couple of seconds, the DGS would suddenly be unable to scan the Tempest at all, as an area of extremely heavy interference appears in its area instead. The only way the DGS can see his ship now is through basic visual sighting, as all forms of sensors are seemingly ineffective at acquiring any further information on the Tempest.

Niner had activated the Tempest's ultrajammer, a system which jams all communications in an area at the cost of power from other systems. Due to the low area the jamming covers but the high power that Niner had set it to, the sublight engine systems have decreased to 50% capacity. Meta then went to work on constructing his loadout for the new mission, as this might be his most challenging one yet.
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Ah shit

/accessing memorybank/

/creating new memory

///STARTING MEMORY RECORDING. . .


DAY 294, YEAR STILL UNKNOWN, DATE STILL UNKNOWN

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The day was still, almost serene. Basking in the searing climate of the dunes would ruin the serenity if it wasn't for his suit functioning as an insulator. Those military men thought of everything when designing him. Well, it was going to be quite a while before they come to rescue him, the ship had some materials inside that they would prefer to keep secret, so they were gonna have to hurry to try and find him. Thinking back, he probably should have not tried to pilot the ship himself, that was gonna give him quite the admonishing when he gets back home for sure.
Scouring the horizon, there was not much to see. This wasn’t bad per say, it was a nice quiet moment after an adrenaline rush from wrecking the ship. Though hopefully the quietude wouldn’t remain for too long, most of this journey was comprised of lingering around and hoping something happens. But in the midst of internally talking to himself, he spotted a distinct pair of figures, poorly dressed for the sweltering, caustic biome.

SAM sprung forth, marching to the edge of the ship and waving his arms in the air like a lunatic, anything to attract their attention. The circumstances were certainly unordinary, they couldn’t be explorers, or bandits, or anything that would require venturing out into arid regions. But like a kicked-up pile of sand, they vanished into thin air. ”damn it.”

Alas, there was even more waiting to be done.

///ENDING MEMORY RECORDING. . .


[!!!]


/SIGNIFICANT DISTURBANCE DETECTED, REBOOTING...


Wait.. what?

Clouds of powdery sand danced under the downdraft of helicopter rotors. The cacophony of said rotor's thunderous whirring and men shouting commands to each other gave quite the unpleasant awakening. For second, they seemed like the rescue crew. For a second.

“Unknown Entity. You have violated the privacy our planet's inhabitants. You and your craft will be apprehended and brought back to our facilities for further interaction. Do not resist.”

The voice boomed from the aircraft as a whole brigade of soldiers, helicopters and vehicles circled around him. Should have at least searched around the ship for a weapon first. From here it seemed like he had no choice but to come with them for “further interaction.” He lifted his composite hands into the air and surrendered.

///ENDING MEMORY RECORDING: NO FALSE ALARM. . .

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Dino watches the video Donny was kind enough to share, then reads his text message. Had anyone been watching, they would have found a disturbing defiance in his lack of emotional response. His expression was impassive and unwavering. He then takes a moment before cussing under his breath, then speaks to Pippa again:

"Open a channel to my daughter."

"Which one, Dino?" Pippa asks.

Dino raises a brow; "You're calling me by my name now, Pip?"

"Under the circumstances, yes."

He gives a light chuckle. "I like you too." He then Tells Pippa which daughter he wants to be connected to.

"By the way, Dino." She informs casually. "It seems like our local bounty hunter has raised a jamming field. No more spying until I find a way to break the block."

"A sensor jammer, huh? You know what...." Dino tells her. "That's actually not a bad idea."

"Agreed." she says, "Putting you through to your daughter now."

"Thanks." He says. "And while I'm chatting with her, send a text message to our polite friend, Donny, would ya? Say... 'Your wish is my command.'"




Down in Phantom point station, Cas seemed disturbed, yet a little amused when he sees the gun Cuna had selected from the DGS. He was about to make a comment about it but was stopped by an alert on his transect device. He reads the message that came with the alert. His expression becomes gravely pensive. Shard receives an alert at the same time and sighs tiresomely as she reads the message. The two officers regard each other with mutual understanding before Case turns to Cuna, Pirila, Hida and takes Mili in his arms to carry her in a cradled fashion.

"Wandering sounds good." He replies Hida. "Stay close to me and Shard." He then tells the group, sounding more commanding than his usual tone as he is walking towards the door of the Station. At the same time, Shard is typing in commands to her Transect devise. Once close to the door, shard sends a quick message to someone on the other end using her transect devise, saying:

"Good to go."

When the group arrives outside, Cas lies Mili on the ground and looks at Pirila. “Walking is gonna be a whole lot easier with your friend awake. I think it’s time to use your new tool.”





Donny is hunting for his next victim in a Quatis Strip Club called Raunch, on Board the Civilian Ship Polarity. There is a wide range of ethnic classes that gather in the Raunch, so Donny won’t have a problem choosing the type of gal that seems just right for his cause. He's learned to blend in well, fitting in nicely and watching the hookers on stage when he receives an alert on his transect device, supposedly from Dino. The message that came with the alert reads as follows:

Anything you say, sweetheart. Don't forget the lube.


After receiving the message, Donny hears a female voice coming from the table beside him. He would recognize the voice of that belonging to Fanny May.

"I really like that one." Fanny says, then takes a sip of beer while using her free hand to point at a dark skinned girl on stage. She puts the beer down on the table next a full glass of milk. "She's hot, right? I bet her chocolate tentacles are to die for. Or maybe something less exotic would suit your taste, Donny?" She regards the milk, and adds with a cheeky smirk; "I figured milk would be more to your taste, since you don't like to drink on the job. Take a seat, Donny, let's have a chat. We still have several minutes left to kill before Dino takes his clothes off for you."




Meanwhile, a message is received by the Tempest from the DGS. The message is sent on a complex subspace algorithm frequency designed to bypass communication inhibiting technologies:

"I am Pippa." Says a female voice. "Since Admiral Gavon is busy preparing for date night with one of his many stalkers, I will be taking on communication efforts. This channel is open for your convenience if you so choose to relay any information to the Admiral at any time."

....



In the cell block, Rufus relieves himself in the bathroom and then heads back to his cell to roll a joint. Unfortunately, the lighter he pulls from his pocket isn't working. He gives it a few shakes to try and get a flame from it, but seems to be out of gas. He gives a shy look the Instigator and ASP, asking kindly;

"Either of you two dudes have a light?"




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Ernest may be surprised to find that Ernest Junior is back in working order again. Ernest’s systems also appear to be instantaneously updated to permanently incorporate the bots systems to maintain its separate designation for future use. More than this, as Ernest finishes sending the message to the Otomigus Advocate - and probably somewhat defying what he just told them - Fanny’s ship appears out in space with Ernest junior on board. Although Ernest is aware of Ernest Jr. being on board Fanny May’s ship, Ernest Junior picks up no readings or visual image on the interior of the ship. Everything seems to be completely dark inside.

Ernest however doesn’t receive a message back from the Otomigus Advocate, instead a convoy of ten Otomigus Vessels appear surrounding Fanny’s Ship. The Convoy escorts Fanny’s ship to the surface. Once landed, the darkness opens by way of a doorway for Ernest Junior to exit the vessel.

Ernest Junior is on a massive landing platform. Two rows of Otomigus soldiers have formed a path for Ernest Jr. to follow. The path is fifty meters long and leads to an entrance in the side of a mountain. The entrance into the mountain is a thirty meter arch, and looks like nothing more than a natural rock formation.

The Otomigus Soldiers are drones. They each stand roughly the same height, about eight feet tall. They don’t wear clothing, but no sexual organs can be seen. They don’t have skin, per say, but a hard, beige exoskeleton. Their eyes are large and black. In effect, they look like giant ants standing upright on four hind legs. Their two arms are holding bio rifles in a non-threatening pose across the broad plating of their thorax region. None of them say a word to Ernest Jr.

The drones turn to look at him and wait for him to proceed towards the massive cave entrance. Two of the drones, however, break away from the lines and join Ernest Jr. They walk on either side of him, as they have obviously been allocated as personal escorts.




“Laugh out loud, little dude!” Rufus replied. “Drunk and stoned aren’t the same things at all. Man, I think this is a good time to get know each other, don’t you?”

“I have absolutely no idea what is happening or how I’m floating in mid-air!” Hank replies happily. “But it sure is fun!”

Rufus takes a seat on one of the holographic chairs, then takes a joint from his pocket and lights it up. He has several tokes on the joint before handing it over to Ramrod. “Finish that off my little friend. I personally don’t like getting drunk, but I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by what a little pot can do for ya. So you’re a plush engineer or some crazy shit like that, huh? This day just keeps getting more and more trippy.”





Once Siren finishes her speech, she receives some more information. The message is received by her internal computerized circuitry. It’s a message from Aoa, who has apparently opened the technological equivalent of a telepathic link:

”Inform your people the following recommendations.” He tells her. “Each of our people on board your vessel can serve as conduits to our planet. If any of your people wish to visit our world, they need only approach the nearest Sporn representative and request transportation. Your people will find our own people hospitable.”

If Siren then adds that part to her speech, Aoa will approach her, saying kindly;

“Escort me to your unfinished units. Once we are there I will initiate a team of workers to help you complete their structures.”
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-Donny regarded Fanny with animal complacency, twirling an unlit cigarette between his fingers as he absently looked towards the dancers from his little dark corner. Up close his eyes were unfocused. His gaze was even and neutral, seeing everything before him as a whole, ready to pick out threats and victims alike.-

"So yah know when he'll be where he's goin'. How abaowt yah let ol' Donneh know a bit more. About you, and what you're doin' heeyuh. Maybah yah just wannah see some changes, and yah figure Ah'll help? Sure, sure. But Ah work for a price, an' Ah don't appreciate goin' in dark. So Ah dunno what yah got up yah sleeve, but Ah'll tell yah what. Give meh Pycin's location aftah Ah finish mah business with Dino, an' Ah won't charge for it."
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Well, that works. Thank you, Miss May. Although next time, could you please give me a heads up?

Ernest tried to send a message explaining the sudden change of plan, but the rabid progression of said no plan made that moot. Besides, they probably figured it out. Ernest is also mildly perturbed that that specific pod has been permanently reassigned the name of Ernest Jr. He didn't even think that was popular.

Ernest Jr walks alongside his two new escorts. It probably looks quite silly, these massive ant-people soldiers formally walking alongside a small, basketball-sized robot awkwardly hobbling along a big, presumably somewhat fancy path to what Ernest could only assume to be some sort palace or city of the Otomigus.

Ernest maintains his usual calm and stoic demeanor despite how undignified his pod must look. Repair Pods were designed to crawl around the exterior and interior of Ernest and repair stuff, not to act as diplomats. Oh well, last time he did this it didn't go too poorly. Fanny May might not be physically present, but considering her nature, is she ever really? He'll be fine, Ernest has no worries.



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While still observing Hank, Ramrod responds to the comment of him being an engineer. "Not any engineer! I can reverse engineer almost anything! Although... maybe not this. I don't think I could reverse engineer this spaceship..."

Ramrod was about to decline the joint. Doing so would be a bit hard at this point, since it seems life Rufus is practically shoving it into Ramrod's paw. Ramrod shrugs, lights it up if it isn't already lit, and.... doesn't put it in his mouth like you'd expect. He sticks it in his ear, which makes a "vogb!" sound. Presumably, Rufus is going to notice and try to stop him. Before Rufus can say anything thought, Ramrod takes the joint out, somehow pinches his nose shut with his paws (which one wouldn't think would be necessary but there you go) and does that thing you'd do if you were trying to pop your ears. As he does so, a faint ring of smoke pops out of both of his hears. Ramrod then sticks the joint in his other ear with another "vogb!".

Ramrod, being so small and light, is already starting to feel the effects a little bit. "Aw jeez, I'm going to get really mraoh'd up from this. You might want to keep me away from any computery stuff of mechanically stuff or anything I could use to build a spaceship or a robot or something. I might black out at some point and if being high is anything like being drunk I'm going to go wild."

"Also, you have any food on this ship?"



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Siren continues her speech: "Erm, R-Core, I just got a message of sorts from the Sporn commander. He said that the R-Core can visit the Sporn's resident vessel. Simply request to a Sporn to escort you."

Siren then turns to the Aoa, who has presumably caught up to her. "How did you do that? I didn't think R-Core could receive messages like that. But anyway, yes, I'll bring you to the unfinished cores. Fallow me."

Siren then escorts Aoa to the R-Core factory. "Now, before we enter, I should inform you of the bizarre R-Core habit...

Siren's voice trails off. Then she said "dramatically bursting through doors whenever possible!" while entering the door in typical R-Core fashion. She calms back down a little and speaks to Aoa directly again. "Don't worry though. Any R-Core with half a CPU would know not to do so on your vessel unless it was appropriate."

Siren then turns to the Factory Head.

Siren: "You there. Show this Sporn the unfinished R-Core. He will help complete them."

Factory Head: "What? Why? I still don't trust these 'Sporn'-"

Siren: "Weren't you listening to my speech? Look, just show him, and don't get in the way of any of the Sporn. Got it?"

The Factory Head then shows them through a door where the unfinished R-Core are all sitting on a couch like structure, nearly unmoving. They all turn to look at the Sporn Commander.

Siren then asks Aoa "Here they are. What exactly do you have in mind to completing them?"

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Elsewhere in Rodia, some of the R-Core have decided to venture on the the Sporn Vessel. The most notable individuals who decided to go are Lars and Gamma, the latter of which wasn't really supposed to go. Gamma probably won't cause any troubles, but he is a former criminal, so it's best if the Sporn keep an eye on him.
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Jens smiled at Fanny as she reassured him that he would not have to worry about Susann, his wife. She's right, because Susann is not on this ship anyway, the vice-admiral thought, but how does she know Susann's name? Did she somehow get access to the fleet records while she was away? I'll have to ask the surveillance department about it later. He was about to reply to Fanny's comment about the Khaganate when the enviroment around his changed once again. Without warning, both Jens and Fanny had been transported to an unknown world through unknown means, but presumably by Fanny herself. The vice-admiral looked around to become slightly more familiar with his new surroundings. He could see the sand and dunes of a desert stretching as far as the eye can see, but right in front of him he saw a large crashed spaceship. The vice-admiral saw some sort of humanoid creature standing on top of the wreckage. He could see that the android was dressed in combat gear, and remembered that he didn't have any weapons with him. Fanny started talking and the vice-admiral listened carefully. He knew that he brought her to this strange world for more than just to show it, and he was certain that whatever she was about to say would change the Khaganate's fate forever.

Jens' surroundings changed once again as Fanny brought them back to one of the many canteens of the KSS Yurt. Fanny had told him to drink the beer. The vice-admiral didn't really like beer, especially not beer that came from an unknown source and wasn't even on the menu in Khaganate canteens, but he also knew that he was in no position to refuse. Does she want that the Khaganate takes that planet like she insists that I drink the beer? At least we'll get a reward from it. He eyed the food hungrily. He hadn't eaten since the moment that the Khaganate made their disastrous misjump. Like Fanny had said earlier, it was not the food he was used to, but the synthetic food in front of him was no different from real, cooked food. He picked up a grilled cheese sandwich, and ate it. He drank some of the beer. With hindsight, he wasn't that hungry after all, and he had to make sure to not drink too much beer in case Fanny would try to poison him for whatever reason. "Alright then. I will be going now, Miss May, I have a lot of work to do, as you will undoubtedly know, so farewell, and do not worry, I am sure that my Khan will accept your gracious gift." With that the vice-admiral stood up and walked towards the Yurt's hangar bay. Like all of the Khaganate ships in the fleet, each Ger-class vessel had its own hangar bay filled with spaceships for intra-fleet transport. Jens would have to take one of the rail-elevators, elevators that could move both vertically and horizontally. Five minutes later, he was at the hangar bay. During the short journey he had already contacted the Genghis and a ship was waiting for him in the hangar.

The transport shuttle took off, went through the hangar shielding and flew towards the Genghis. Ten minutes later, Vice-admiral Jens Knaggs was back on the bridge.
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Captain Soun anxiously sat in the captain's chair. Both the cylinders and the sphere had not taken any further actions. The Khaganate fleet ships had all set a course away from the cylindrical objects, and were slowly flying away from them. From the scannings terminal there came a voice saying: "Subspace and gravitic scans succesfull captain, we can see where their previously invisble structures are."

"Navigator, what's the wormhole drive status?" The captain asked.

"It's currently charging. All components are operational. Spacetime folder is already folding spacetime slightly to allow the mass compressor to work properly. I can see some slight disruption in spacetime, presumably caused by the gravity of the hundreds of thousands of objects in the system, but it should not be any problem." The navigator replied.

"Stop the process. We cannot take any risks with this, especially after what we've been through. We will instead wait for the Khan."

The navigator pressed a few buttons on the terminal in front of them and safely shut down the wormhole-generation process. It was at that exact moment when one of the doors to the rest of the ship opened, and Vice-admiral Jens Knaggs entered. The bridge crew stood up and saluted. "Captain," the vice-admiral said, "what's the situation?"

"We are in an unknown system. Three cylindrical and one spherical objects are surrounding the fleet. We already tried to generate a wormhole, but I thought it was a better idea to wait for the admiral."

"Then we will wait."
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The Kurultai hall was completely silent. All of the seats, except two, of the large table were filled up. The table itself was made out of wood coming from a genetically modified version of the Tilia Mongolica tree, and was so old that it was made during the time the Khaganate made its first steps into space. On one end of the rectangular hall there was the giant metal door that served as entrance to the massive room, while on the other side of the hall there was a screen that covered almost the entire wall. Normally this screen was used for presentations, showing off maps and military information and the like, but on that day the only thing shown on the screen were the portraits of two generals, who were deemed MIA after the Khaganate mis-jumped. Between the screen and the Kurultai table there stood Yuri Lanist, Khan of the Lanist Khaganate. Several cameras were pointed at him, reminding the Khan of the fact that this was going to be broadcasted live to the entire fleet. Normally, something like this would be publicly broadcasted to the entire Khaganate, but the fact that the fleet was now in a different universe made that difficult.

The Khan moved closer to the lectern with microphones on it and placed his hands on both sides of the rostrum, leaning on it. Whatever he was going to say now could possibly shake the Khaganate to its core. He stood up straight, moved slightly away from the microphone to clear his throat, and then began speaking.

"Citizens of the Khaganate, this is your Khan speaking. As you undoubtedly know by now, whether you've heard it from your ship's captain, or from one of the scientists aboard your designated vessel, or from military high command itself, we have arrived in a different universe. This, due to the size of our fleet, has happened several times now, as you probably also know. These transitions however, do not come without a cost, and I want to dedicate this day to all of the people we've lost during our mis-jump. In particular, The Khaganate has lost two of its most brilliant generals, General Katie Anderson, and General Arman Nurzhan."

The Khan paused for a bit, and then continued.

"After graduating from the Khaganate Military Academy on Mars, General Katie Anderson experienced a meteoric rise through the ranks of the Khaganate Army, reaching the rank of General in only seven years, while it had taken others much more time to do so. She was always a lot more cheerful and talkative than some of her colleagues, and was always optimistic, even when the odds where stacked against her. She was a truly great general, and the Khaganate will miss her dearly."

"General Arman Nurzhan had always been a staunch, unyielding man. I don't think I've ever seen him smile to be honest. Like General Anderson, he was a brilliant general. Arman specialized in fortifications and defence, which is somewhat strange considering the fact that the Khaganate Army is mostly based on mobile warfare, like the Mongol Empire was in ancient times, but whatever we were fighting, it always worked out in the end as nothing could get through the frontline trenches and forts he built."

"Me, and the Khaganate as well, will miss them extremely, since they were vital to the Khaganate army. But regardless, we must look towards our future. A new age has begun for the Khaganate Great Expansion Fleet, and we must use every opportunity to survive. Thank you for listening."

The Khan then exited the room through a door near the screen. The cameras cut out, and all of the Kurultai members began leaving the room. Both the fleet admiral and the Khan started going towards the bridge, meeting up in one of the rail-elevators on their way to the Genghis' bridge. "Good speech," the admiral said, "but I can't shake the feeling that we'd need those generals in the future."

"Me too, my friend, me too."

As both men entered the bridge, the bridge crew saluted once again, like they had done previously when the vice-admiral entered. Jens Knaggs was observing the main viewscreen, and turned around upon hearing two people enter the room. "Admiral, and my Khan, we need to talk about something," the vice-admiral said upon seeing who they were.
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The two generals had been waiting for quite some time, and with each minute that passed General Anderson was getting more impatient. Eventually, she stood up, walked towards one of the corners of the room, and directly spoke to the camera. "Alright, this has gone on long enough. I demand to see someone and an explanation right now."

"Katie, are you going insane already? It has been only 15 minutes and you're already talking to the walls."

"Shut up Arman, you're becoming your old self again. You know that I don't want to stay here any longer and I know you don't really want to either."

This ended their conversation abruptly. Surprisingly, Katie's wish was granted but not quite the way she wanted and expected, as another fifteen minutes later two people dressed in lab coats, with protective gear on their faces to keep any presumed micro-organisms out. Each of them had suitcases with them, filled with several different tools. "Greetings. We are here to perform a medical examination. After we are done there will come some other people who want to ask you some questions. After that you can go." Both medical personnel quickly went to work. They took blood, skin and hair samples from both Arman and Katie, and even scanned both of them with a strange device. Then, as quickly as they had come, the two doctors had left, presumably to examine the samples they took in a laboratory.

"So, General Nurzhan, how did you end up here?"

"Same as you, Katie, I was told to go to this room to be quarantined, don't you remember?"

"Not like that, dumb-ass. I meant how did you end up being a general. How were you raised, what was your home planet like? You're not very good at this are you? Fine then, I will start first."

Katie continued: "I was born on the ringworld known as New-Dadu, one of the ringworlds in the Four-Ringworlds-system. My father was actually the governor of that ringworld, as his father had been before him. My mother was a relatively unknown xenobiologist. Because I was the daughter of governor, nothing was beyond my reach due to my father's power and wealth, but as I grew older it all started to become boring. I wanted to see the universe, and other civilizations, so I joined the military academy of the Khaganate Army. After becoming an officer I eventually earned the rank of general. So that is how I became who I am today. Now it's your turn."

General Nurzhan opened his mouth to say something, but before Arman could speak, however, the doors opened once again, and a man and a woman, both dressed in protective clothing like the last two visitors, entered the room. "Hello, we are here to ask you some questions about where you exactly were. First of all, what are your names?"

"I am General Katie Anderson," Katie replied, "and that there is General Arman Nurzham. We were both trapped on a planet because of the mis-jump. The ship we were on crashed."

"How long were you stuck on that planet? We observed that time moves faster on the planet you were on. It was obviously a world in the same system where we arrived, seeing that you are here now."

"Three years. After that time, I managed to reunite with Arman, although we initially did not know who we were. Memory loss, I suppose."

"Alright, you can go now. We have determined that you are really you from the medical examination, and our results indicate that you do not carry any pathogens unknown to us. However, do expect someone to pay you a visit later for more questioning."

The two people left, leaving the door open. Katie stoop up immediately and nearly sprinted to the door, while Arman followed in her wake.

"Katie, where are you going?"

"I am going to visit my parents."
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After several minutes, Meta finished up in the armory. His resulting loadout consisted of: -Several power packs for his rifle
-Sniper attachment for his rifle
-Fuel for both his flamethrower and jetpack
-Additional wrist rockets
-3 of each: impact grenades, nerve gas grenades, EMP grenades,
remote detonators, and sonic imploders
-Additional stun/poison darts

Fortunately, most of these items did not limit his mobility by much, due to their miniature size. After assembling his gear and leaving the armory, he receives a message, once again from the DGS but on a different, far more advanced frequency. He listens to it but doesn't bother replying and continues on his way towards the bridge. As he arrives, he opens the secure channel to Palin and speaks:

Meta: Palin, I need access to your teleporting capabilities.

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Meanwhile, the ASP stopped to process Rufus' offer, after a few seconds it reached out one of its arms and produced a tiny flame for Rufus.
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Magnus narrowly escaped into the door of the ship. Although there were a few inches of water flowing onto the floor, he remained largely unscathed.
"Holy Shit! We gotta get out of here!" he said while entering the captain's room. He expected to see Sandra on the screen but shrugged it off.
"Computer, set a course to Hokum knows where." he commanded the computer, which did nothing. "COMPUTER! I said, send me-"
"Who the heck are you?" yelled a humanoid like robot with a modest Victorian style dress on that had tears and holes from being neglected for so long.
"Magnus Eugene Magisterium. You?" he said while wondering how many people are on this ship?
"Sandra Prudence Reed, and you are TRESPASSING on my husband and I's space vehicle!" she yelled while slamming her hand onto the console. Sandra, wasn't that the computer's name? Magnus thought.
"I'm so sorry, but weren't you the one inside the computer?" Magnus asked.
"In a way, yes. Where are we exactly?" she asked.
"Somewhere bad. We need to get out of here, NOW." Magnus answered while looking frantically at the console for some kind of GPS system.
"I have to be inside the machine in order to have it go somewhere else." She explained while pushing a button on the back of her head. The second she touched it, her face reappeared on the screen while her body slumped onto the slightly damp floor.
"Set a course for where, Magnus?"
"Anywhere but here. After we get out of this mess, I have a lot of questions to ask you."
"Why of course." She said slightly sarcastically as the ship lifted out of the flooded terrain and took off.
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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;

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.


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…?




@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?”




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.”




@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.




@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!!”




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.”




“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.”




Meanwhile, Lars and Gamma appear together within the massive Sporn Planet. Their position of arrival will be elaborated on later.




@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!”




@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.
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Ernest Jr looks up at the colossal queen of the Otom. While she's probably not nearly as big as Ernest himself, the mere fact that he has to compare her to himself, a spaceship, is impressive for a biological life form. Plus, Ernest is looking through the eyes of Ernest Jr, so overall, it's quite amazing for him, even if he doesn't have emotions on the same level as humans.

Ernest isn't sure if Queen Avika will be able to hear him easily, so Ernest Jr cranks up his volume to as high as it will go, which admitadly isn't very high. "Greetings, Queen Avika. This unit is informally referred to as Ernest Jr, but it is a part of the Spaceship Ernest, and said ship is everything that I am. Either Ernest or Ernest Jr is semantically correct when referring to the entity before you."

"As for why I am here, that is quite the long story." Ernest Jr sais while attempting to bow. (doing so is awkward, since Ernest Jr is in now way humanoid) "I was attempting to assist a group of 100 humans escape destruction from the entity known as Hany's Ribbon. In my attempt to escape, I was pulled through a portal of unknown origins to your solar system, where I was attacked by a fleet of unknown crafts, when a fleet of Otomigus ships arrived and assisted in the destruction of the crafts, which I have gathered your people are at war with. Afterwards, the fleet escorted me to this planet and eventually here. Do you have any questions, Queen?"



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Ramrod raises his arm in attempt to give Rufus a thumbs up to his comments. He fails to do so do to his lack of visible thumbs. Ramrod stares at his paw for a second, perplexed, before remembering that he doesn't have thumbs. Apparently, being high made Ramrod temporarily forget his own anatomy.

"Ooooooooh Mraooooh...." Ramrod drowsily says. "This stuff is messing with me faster than booze. I honestly shouldn't have any more... I'm too small, another puff and I'll probably go nuts..... you got another?"

Ramrod then turns to the computer terminal I'm only assuming exists. "Hey computer.... can you get me some mraoh'ing tater tots, and that blue paper stuff ya make blueprints with? And something to mraoh'ing draw with?" Apparently Ramrod is thinking up of some new design for... something. Who knows what at this point? And is it a good idea to let Ramrod make it? Ramrod sertently doesn't know, and he won't care in a few minutes.

He'll soon lose control of himself as he gets too stoned to think straight, who knows what will happen after that?


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"Your assistance is greatly appreciated, commander. I shall let you downloaded the information to our engineers. And even though I am not much of an engineer myself. Should I gather our best engineers here for you?"

Those engineers Siren speaks of would be R-2-80 Alexandria, The Factory Head (who I really need to assign as an official NPC since he keeps coming up) and if he was here, Ramrod. Gamma would also count as an engineer, since a lot of the tech that the R-Core use was actually created by him. However, he's still an ex-criminal, so he doesn't quite get that privilege of being a top engineer yet. That, and he's currently on the Sporn Craft instead of Rodia.

.........................

Meanwhile on that Sporn Craft...

Gamma: "Huh."

Lars: "WOAAAAH WOAH WOAH WOAH! What are YOU doing here?! Shouldn't you be on Rodia?!"

Gamma: "Yeah I guess. But I was bored. Anyway, I'm probably going to explore now."

Lars: "Explore? Do you have any idea where we are?!"

Gamma: "Other than 'on the Sporn thingy' not really. I can't get any more information until the Game Master decided to elaborate."

Lars: Come on, man! We're supposed to be acting in-character!"

Gamma: "Yeah, about that.... I don't really care."

Lars and Gamma continue to talk for a while.
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-Donny nodded slowly, but he was tough to read.-

"If yah insist. But, lemmeh ask yah somethin'. If yah can take out thah Quatis race and move around Pycin... Then why's Dino givin' yah such trouble? Yah act like Gawd, no Gawd I know'd be stumped by a mortal. Maybe Ah got somethin' to bargain with aftah awll, if yah need to put up with mah 'atrocities'. Hell, I bet yah ain' nothin' more than a psychic projection, probably got a vulnerable form or core or what-have-yah somewhere. Ah learned somethin' long ago missus. The Wizard of Oz his behind a curtain because he was a shortie. Tell Donneh why you're hidin', and what you're hidin', and Ah'll help yah without any more problems."
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Pirila frowns as Cas takes Mili from her and puts her on the ground. As he suggests waking her up, Pirila and Hida turn to look at eachother for a moment before Pirila shakes her head.

"No, it's better if she rests. We'll wake her up once we're somewhere safe, preferably some sort of shelter." She says as she cautiously picks Mili up from the ground.

"Now, shall we get going? We'll wake her up later." Hida says as she starts walking away from the station.
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01101111 01110101 01100011 01101000

/accessing memory bank/

///ERROR

/accessing memorybank/

/creating new memory

///STARTING MEMORY RECORDING. . .


DAY 1, YEAR UNKNOWN, DATE UNKNOWN

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SAM thought he was yielding peacefully. Apparently they take waving your hands in the air as a sign of hostility, he thought. The bolts surged through his body, overloading his pain sensors and doing a fair bit of damage. That fair bit of damage required a full system reboot to compensate for. Great, now he doesn’t even fucking know how long he’s been missing anymore. At the very least, he wasn’t shot to death, just gotta do what they say once they take him for “further interaction” and it will be smooth sailing, if he wasn’t detained for simply being there. Now that he thought about that, he probably will be detained for crash landing a ship, seems like something these guys would do judging by them preferring to shoot him rather than politely escort him. Sometimes, he wish that explosion actually killed him, eviscerated him into nothing but some red stains and a flying forearm.

“State your origin and reason for infiltrating our planet!”

Yes, he infiltrated the planet, he was planning on sabotaging it all by himself with nothing but his bare hands, yes, that is exactly what happened. These people were proving to be insufferable as soon as he awoke… in a cage? He wasn’t a damn animal, he would punch you, not bite you. The questioner received a blank stare. You couldn’t tell, but SAM was fuming at this point. He should have some damn respect, and everyone on this planet so far could also use it, too. But, alas, he should probably answer truthfully.

”Alkerandis Federation.” He says. ”Born there, lived there, served for it. I was on a quaint little cargo ship carrying a not-so quaint delivery, specifically, a large amount of predatory alien lifeforms, which happened to get loose. I am fortunate to be the only survivor, presumably. As for why I “infiltrated,” He was seething as he said that word, infiltrating, they liked to jump to conclusions, like they did when they assumed he would put up a fuss when he was being transported, or when they assumed he had malicious intent as he unknowingly collided into the desert, which apparently violated the privacy of the citizens who weren’t near the crash site in the slightest. ”I tried to steer the ship and take the helm. It didn’t work out. I can assure you that I didn't mean to do any of the things you accuse me of.”

He put his hand onto the cold metal links on the ground that made up his prison, using it as a support to get back up. His android body was on full display as they confiscated all his clothes. Did they do that with humans? The researchers would sure get a kick out of a woman crash landing here, he thought.

The scientists could see their reflection on the white metal plating. It was so polished and gleaming it looked like some form of plastoid. Small niches revealed the inner exoskeleton, with it’s dark grey coloring and wires circling around it. His gold-tinted visor glanced around the room, taking in the depressing atmosphere.

”Now, if we are done with questioning,” he said, ”could you please return my clothes?”

///ENDING MEMORY RECORDING. . .
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He ignored Palin's comment about his technological inferiority once again, he was already getting used to it anyway. He immediately sent a command to Niner, telling him to lower the shields, then raise them up immediately after he gets teleported. Once the shields are lowered he finds himself teleported into what appears to be a laboratory with a woman standing in front of him. He actually found her attractive, although he obviously kept his thoughts to himself and maintained his composure. However, he actually froze as she stated her full name. Meta remembered seeing Dino's identify documents, and recalled him having two daughters, she must be one of them. He actually felt some semblance of guilt, having her help him in killing her own father, nevertheless he will not hesitate when the time comes. After she has finished talking, he replies:

Meta: May I ask for you to turn off any direct visual surveillance systems before you adapt the transect?

After waiting for her reply, he also adds to her next comment.

Meta: I'm a bounty hunter, that's all you need to know.

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Meanwhile, the ASP does not respond to Rufus at all, merely hovering in the air after retracting his arm.
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The small group in lab coats, five men and two women, listen carefully to everything SAM has to say for himself. One of the two women appear to be a little different to the others, not in her overall presentation, but rather the way she is behaving. She has shoulder-length brown hair, fair skin, and unlike the passive aggressive expression on the faces of the others, she seems more benign, revealing a jovial smirk and a little twinkle in her green eyes.

Once SAM finishes his statements, all but that one lady in the group huddle together to discuss what SAM had said. They don’t actually talk, however, they seem to be communicating by way of thought. As they do so SAM can probably see the small electronic devices attached to their temples and behind their ears. These devices have a series of small lights that flash spasmodically in intervals. Apparently these people have found a way to communicate telepathically through electronic applications. Meanwhile, the green-eyed brunette continues to stare amused at SAM, in the same way a girl might regard a stand-up comedian on stage between laughs. Eventually the group stop communicating with each other and turn back to face their captive. The same man that spoken before replies again. He is obviously the one in charge:

“You talk as if you are life a form. We disagree. We admit that your technology is beyond our own at this stage, but you are still nothing more than an Artificial Intelligence. A thing. An object. You are a computerized entity, nothing more, and you will be treated as such.”

The man pauses for a moment, but doesn’t really give SAM a chance to defend his honor.

“Furthermore,” He continues; “while you were offline we took the time to assess your… inner workings without harming you. You should be grateful for that, yes? Your technology will no doubt serve to enhance our own. As for the predatory life forms we found on your presumably crashed vessel, we are currently holding them for further genetic study in the hopes they will assist us in our biological advancements. We have also contained your vessel and all other artificial and biological components on board. Everything you brought here is ours now. As dictated by the laws of our world, all things within our territory are ours. You relinquished all personal ties by entering our space.”

Looking quite pleased with himself, the man poises pompously while he finds the words to conclude his speech, then said:

“We only have your word for the reasons you have come here. Nothing more. It wouldn’t be the first time a race has pretended to crash on enemy soil in an effort to infiltrate under the guise of personal fault. You will find no sympathy from us. From here you will be transported to a more… stable contained environment.”

The man and the other standing with him then stare at SAM in wait for a response, while the girl with brown hair finally makes a move. She extends her hand through the bars of SAM’s cage to greet him, smiling warmly as she does so:

“My name is Fanny May.” She introduces herself. “It’s good to finally meet you in person, Sammy.” She waits till SAM has shaken her hand, before finishing; “Don’t worry about these bastards. I’ll make sure you get out of here just fine. Be patient. For everything there is a reason.”

What SAM might find curious, is that the other six individuals standing with her don’t respond at all to Fanny’s behavior. It is as if they don’t even acknowledge her presence. It is only if SAM extends his hand to shake hers that they react, standing back and glaring at the droid as if he is making a threat. They would then seem somewhat confused by the fact that his hand is shaking the air. One of the scientist would sneer at this display, and say; “Apparently this droids AI has been compromised. Extra security measures are in order.”




@Quote5

Queen Avika leers, staring curiously at the droid as he speaks his case. Once he finished speaking she continues staring for a while, though her ant-like expression of curiosity turns more intensely pensive.

“I feel you have spoken true.” She thunders. “Yet here I stand feeling ill informed.” She sighs in a way that sounds like a massive motor lugging over several times before she continues; “My scientists have while you spoke relayed to me new information about you. More specifically the vessel you arrived on my planet with. Our reading of this vessel do not match the composition of this… you… Ernest. In fact my drones are unable to take any readings from the vessel at all.” She pauses while the tail of her words echo out to silence, then adds: “As you can well imagine, that which us unknown must be considered a potential risk. I therefore ask you to explain the origin of the vessel in question.”

As she is finishing her final sentence, numerous drones that line the wall of the massive cavern step forward and turn directly towards Ernest Junior’s location. These drones look severe, glaring at Ernest Junior while the queen awaits a reasonable explanation.




Rufus thinks Ramrod if funny as all heck and lights up a second joint to hand Ramrod, but Ramrod is too stoned and turns away to the floating computer terminal without noticing the joint Rufus had offered. Rufus smiles and sits back, now too stoned to bother speaking as he smokes it on his own and Ramrod gets to work.

Ramrod meanwhile would be feeling more than just stoned, his mind would feel somehow connected to the space ship now. He would feel extraordinarily powerful, and the item he requests he can practically visualize in his minds eye as clear as if they were real. When he makes his requests the items instantly appear for him accordingly. It would seem the ship is complying to his every whim. Ramrod must feel like a type of God right now, able to conjure anything he wishes with a simple thought or spoken word.




“You need not assist us at all, but let us be the ones to assist you.” Aoa replies in kind. “We would not only like to finish your constructs, but implant the knowledge we are using to do so into each of your engineers, so that in the future they may do these things for themselves.” A demonstration of just how efficient and advanced the Sporn really are is seen when, as Aoa is finished talking, the many incomplete R-Core units have now been completed.

The many Sporn units in the factory now stand ready with small devices in hand, ready to download the data of the technology they just used into R-2-80 Alexandria, the other Rodia factory workers, or any other individual Siren allows to receive such skills. ((Quote, feel free to PM me about the information the Sporn are offering Rodia.))

Soon after, Siren would soon be getting word that several thousand tons of metal and other resources, some of which are unfamiliar to those on Rodia, have been beamed into Rodia’s cargo hold. There are enough resources there to now finish the construction of Rodia itself, several times over. Before Siren even has a chance to thank Aoa, Aoa turns to her with a pleasant smile, saying: “You are welcome. Is it not so that species such as ourselves must unite and help each other?”

………………

Lars and Gamma, however, didn’t actually catch a ship to the Sporn planet. They were transported their by the Sporn representative by way of a sophisticated teleportation. So let’s just say Lars and Gamma had a similar conversation before then disappearing then instantly reappearing in another location, now on board the Sporn world…. Or, more accurately, inside the massive artificial planetoid.

They arrive in a massive hall with an artificial though realistic looking projection of a sky above. The massive hall is filled with Sporn units of various types; some humanoid, some animal like, others are indescribable in nature. The structures surrounding them, however, are reminiscent of a large township, only metallic in nature – with allocated buildings, a road, and other objects that seem oddly familiar to a fantasy-realm city for civilian androids and so many varieties of artificial life forms to reside. When Gamma and Lars appear, the many Sporn units in the area converge on their position, like curios towns' people coming to greet the newcomers.




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Fanny pauses before replying to Donny, not so much to think on the matter, it appears more like she is assessing something unseen to Donny as her eyes dart about the still room. While she does so, the Fetus in the glass dissolves, as does the blood, reverting back to its original state of milk then clearing to become water. She then takes a sip of her beer before replying:

“I like you, Donny.” She looks at him with consoling eyes. “Not because of the horrendous things you do, but because of your conviction. You have principles that cannot be swayed or broken. You know what you are. You don’t question that. Hot or cold, these are things I cherish in my creation. The lukewarm, those that sit on the fence, will be spit from my mouth like a vile taste. Still….”

She smiles warmly. This smile, though, it is not like anything Donny would have ever witnessed before. It’s so touching that it seems beyond what any mortal could ever perform. It is without judgement, without condemnation, void of anything base. It does touch Donny’s heart in a way he has never felt before. So much so he would now feel the inexplicable feeling of yearning to please her.

She tells him: “When I created this universe, I beset principles of my own in all life. Each person has their free will, the options presented, the choices to be made. I, as their God, will not make those decisions for them. Doing so would compromise the laws I have established from the beginning of time. So many people blame me for the sorrows they experience, yet they take no responsibility for the fact that they had the means to overcome all. You should understand, I provide the toilet paper…. But you can wipe your own ass.”

“With that said, my beloved child, I have a situation.” Her face becomes solemn to take another sip of her beer, then points at Hany still dancing on stage as if lost in their own little world. “I call them Hany, though you may know them as the devil. They go by many names and do the work my principles will not allow me to do… for now. You fall into that category as well, Donny.”

She pauses to take another sip of beer then returns her glare upon Donny.

“I love what I have created, yet I despise what it has become. How is it so many have made the wrong decisions?” Though the question was clearly rhetorical. “My patience is wearing thin and I am coming close to forsaking my own principles by destroying the universe and starting everything anew. I will wipe it all out…. But first I must be sure that the universe is beyond redemption. So, Donny, I will make you my instrument to purge creation of the cancerous growths like those of Dino Gavon. I do not expect you to judge the hearts of man, only I can do that. I will inform you of the blemishes I need removed. Assist me to rid the filth, do the jobs I resist doing for now, and I will reward you. I will give you an inheritance beyond your imagination.”




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Cas appears to understand Pirila’s strict need to play sole guardian over Mili. He simple nods with her wishes and takes the lead of the group, not because he want to display his dominants, but because he wants to protect the group. Meanwhile, Shard takes the rear of the group, rifle ready, checking out Cuna’s butt as they make their way through the ruins up the street.

“I can’t wait till you have a chance to test your weapon,” She tells him, “It’s going to be hilarious. By the way, if our genetic patters align, you’ll have probably impregnated me. Just saying.”




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Sahmi squints inquisitively. She is so undeniably cute.

“You don’t have to worry.” She tells him. “Palin made sure to turn off all surveillance before you arrived.” She places a gentle, even provocative hand on Meta’s shoulder with a small caress. “So mysterious. I like that…. But you know,” She says; “the last guy who wanted me turn off surveillance had himself some base ambitions in mind. You don’t plan of seducing me, do you, sir?” She is obviously joking but still blushes a light shade of pink and giggles. Not a stupid, silly giggle, but an endearing, playful one that any man would have hard time not being excited by.

“Anyway,” She tells him, while walking to a nearby shelf with various electronic devices displayed, “I guess I’ll just attach it to your left forearm then?” She picks up a Transect device and walks back, holding it up for him to look at. “It’s not complicated. I‘m sure a guy like you would find it easy to use. I’m sure a guy like you would find a lot of things easy….”

If Meta has no further objections about applying the device to his left sleeve, she gently grabs hold of his arm and starts to attach it.

She talks while working, lifting her eyes as if peering right through his visor at his eyes; “So you got a name, or is that top secret as well?”




Meanwhile, on board the Tempest, Rufus seems to be getting a little depressed by the ASP’s lack of involvement, or maybe he’s just getting too damn stoned. After finishing off his joint, he leans back in his seat and shakes his head drearily with slotted, bloodshot eyes.

“You know, dude?” He slurs to the guards watching him. “Don’t be offended or noth’n but… Rufus isn’t having much fun here. You’re captain doesn’t even care about who I am or where I came from. I mean, he never even asked. I may be a stoner, yeah, but not inquiring about where I came from seems a tad irresponsible and negligent to me, don’t you think? I play a lot games, so I get it. Maybe I should just go back to my ship and tinker with some of them controls I know nothing about?”

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