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[color=indigo][h3]Location: Tutum-Infectis (a few weeks from now)[/h3][/color]

	"Sir, I think you need to see this!" Shouted out one of the officers in control of the communications between the Dead drift and "35."
	"Let me see this." Said General Fredrick G. Smith, pulling up a sliding chair to the monitor. It was clear, this message was before the ship entered the gateway. "'Approaching the Gateway now'... this message was from weeks ago!" 
	"Yes sir, that's the problem, normally our communication satellite would have transmitted the signal within minutes, so unless it was destroyed or damaged-"
	"General!" Came a screech from one of the scientists in the area below. This particular scientist was studying the orbit, or rather lack of it, of the dead drift.
	The General cleared the safety bar and dropped to the room below. Suddenly it made sense why the satellite wasn't working. The closest sun the the Dead drift had gone supernova, and now in it's place a massive black hole.
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	"Your highness, we have a problem." Said General Smith, quietly while bowing, interrupting the highest sovereign's meditation. "We appear to, instead of being 50 AU from the sun, we are at 45."
	The look on the face of the highest sovereign changed from annoyed to fearful.
	"The sun appears to have gone supernova, leaving in it's place a massive blackhole. We must evacuate the planet immediately."
	"How long do we have?"
	"Nine months, at best, then we get sucked into the blackhole."
	"Is there any avoiding this?"
	"No. Just evacuation."
	"Then get every adult working on a ship."
	"What about the abberians, Sire? Shouldn't we help them?"
	"I will find a way. Now get working!"

[color=indigo][h3]Location: Ellara (now)[/h3][/color]

	SGT Rodgers pulled himself through the wreckage of "35." Had Kefp not abandoned his post to warn them about the fighters none of this would have happened, they would have been able to communicate with the natives, have a controlled crash, and not lost half their crew. As he reached the top of the mound of debris he spotted a small camp in the middle of the wreckage. He thought he was seeing Ralo, the burly abberian guard holding his electric spear sitting near it, or was that just his mind playing tricks on him.

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	Kfuu limped along towards Ralo, as far as he knew they were the only two survivors. Them, along with SGT Scott, who he had seen, and pulled out of the wreckage. They continued their trek through the destroyed hull of "35." He though he had seen some of the local wild life, but each time he focused on them they disappeared into the underbrush. The pair continued along until they reached the camp, now with an extra member SGT Rodgers, who had both legs snapped at odd angles.

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	Falo and his fellow guard Kemb exited the docking bay. They, along with the other "stowaways" had docked with the ship seconds before it launched into the rift, sent by the queen to take control of the vessel. Before they left she had said, "They believe that we want peace they don't know that our true purpose is to-" A snap stopped both guards in their tracks. The thing that had made the snap let out an ungodly scream, and tore through the woods to attack the guards. When it breached the cover the trees provided it two electro-spears  hit it mid-air as it leapt to attack the abberians. The guards had turned the setting to 'fatal pulse' enough to kill and elephant of old earth. They turned to retrieve their spears from the corpse.

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	Gorb was running. The beast was chasing after him. He had only caught a glimpse of it when it killed his friend Stee. Large, purple plump backside, and a massive sword like nose. Gorb had no idea he was running from a Ellara mosquito, far more dangerous then the ones of old earth. He heard it's buzzing wings get closer, and closer, then a human like battle cry as future wrens tore themselves from the celling of the ship and ripped apart the mosquito. Gorb though his troubles were over, until he saw the wrens fleeing themselves.