You were quickly blasted with a zealous and deep voice in response. “Loud and clear! Quite the bizarre circumstance if I do say so myself! Seems as if ours ships had accidentally collided in and out of a multidimensional wormhole! But it’s wonderful that you seem unharmed! I am Oraborom! I’ve called my ship, “The Ingentis”, and I’m obliged to grant you assistance!” The message had ended, which allowed your ears to recover and ponder your situation. You hadn’t heard either term before, hinting that the sender was alien life or a sarcastic bastard. But you were familiar enough with the theory of dimensional wormholes and why your brain instantly wanted to write the possibility off. In layman terms, they were supposed to be warping points through completely separate dimensions. But it was likely that, regardless of their existence, they’d be too chaotic for ships and humanity to handle traveling in. And even without the instant death, it would only transport one-way, meaning you’d be hopelessly lost. But because your S.O.S broadcast didn't receive any replies, and you seemed to be cut off from your fellow Pathfinders, you couldn't ignore that option. Suddenly, you had something more immediate to be concerned about. The ship in front of you seemed to be charging up an ominous ball of red surging energy that was growing underneath his ship. The last thing you were going to survive was a firefight or outmaneuver another spacecraft. At this point you weren't certain if their enthusiasm was a saving grace or your end. But it you didn't do or say anything, you'd learn soon...