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OoC: Well, that puts a bit of a dent in plans... Edit coming soon.

OOC: Alright, this is the edity of my earlier post. To clarify matters after being informed by 9 of what was going on I need to explain this method of movement. Whenever a person creates a portal, teleports, walks, shifts, or uses any other form of extraphysical movement, they leave what's called a trace. These "traces" are like extraphysical tracks that can be followed by anyone with the knowledge and the power to do so, just like an expert hunter follows the tracks of his or her prey. There are methods to to cover traces, but unless you've encountered a trace-hunter before it's a pretty obscure skill. Due to the nature of the Harvester and it's black box thing, Viper will be able to follow the trace up to a point, and then he will be dumped out of the port. ^_^ Into space.

IC: *Viper's heat shimmer is little more than a slight distortion in the void. By the way he confidently steps out, looking around for what stopped his port, it's apparent that he has no idea he's stepping into a void. Viper's red eyes widen in surprise as blood instantly hemorrages out of his skin the moment he exits the field. However, instead of suffering a gruesome and extremely painful death, he merely loosen several dozen drops of blood that instantly crystalize as they escape his body in all directions.*

Well this was unexpected... Don't exit the field IV, we're in a vaccum.

*He raises a hand to stop IV from exiting the heat shimmer entirely and dying. With slow, meticulous actions he extends webs of energy out to all sides to gather his crystalized blood. The ones heading towards the heat and IV are retracted first, then all the others. Unnoticed by him, one drop escapes his notice to drift away from them and the massive space hulk that dominates their field of view.*

What an interesting developement... This structure is... Hm.

*With narry a motion he glides forwards, sailing at the space hulk with the heat containing IV drifting behind him. He looks very interested in what he sees, red eyes glowing as they scan portions the awesome wreck in front of them.*

Fascinating...

*They still had a ways to go, and Viper was moving rather fast to close the gap. Still, he was wary of anything similar to what had stopped his original teleport. Hitting a barrier at these speeds would be, unpleasant.*

OOC: Better?

An outside hack slowly opened. Long black tendrils pulled him in to the ship and the hack closed behind him. The docking bay was pitch black, there were no lights anywhere in the area. Unknown sounds filled the bay as a door in the far end opened up. A bright yellowish white light flooded into the area and only the black tendrils could be seem around them.

"Take then to the med bay. Do not stop on your way there. Tell the Lord of Change to guard them and not to let them out of sight. Forge will want to... see to then once they wake. Oh and strap them to the tables."

The tendrils surrounded them like a cocoon and moved out into the hall. They felt slimy, sticky, and an unholy persons could be felt. Most people touched my the tendrils are left with a feeling of being violated. The tendrils did as they were told and took then strait to the med bay.

: razz ost as Shameless, as he cannot access his account::

*IV's eyes shoot open as he glances at the straps holding him down.*

"Pitiful."

*With the sound of metal puncturing flesh his entire body shudders for a second before spines of blue light shoot out all across his skin. They are sharp and strong enough to pierce adamantium like mere aluminum, created from Forcespikes from his body. Using strength he breaks the severely weakened bonds and pulls himself from the table and cracks his neck once.*

"Remind me not to do that again... Right then, lead on Mr. Psychotic Maniac. *sigh* Kinda sad when thats a compliment."

Shadow chuckled as he moved to the computer terminal he had used last time and began searching for data on bio-engineering. It was marvelous how these terms came from the other so easily. Shadow adopted a more versatile form as he looked at the data that scrolled slowly across the screens. He split his attention between bio-engineering and weapons. When he returned to the planet he would begin to steal the devices he needed to begin his own lab. But that was not here nor now so he settled in to learn.

Shadow finally found what he needed and nodded to himself. He had the last piece he needed for the moment and it was time to return to the planet. He pulled out the remote and pressing the button returned to his labryinth.

"Captain! Something is comeing up, sector 2, quadrent 14." A young ensign punched some keys on the keyboard and brought the figure up on the screen. Leviathan, a massive GFSF battle ark was driftying idly through this part of space. Captain Iris Mc'ain had recieved a system wide distress signal from someone. Stabbing some keys on his command chair he brought up the wave length and pattern of the emergency medical becon. He had been searching the database for several weeks now, searching for who could have sent that EMB. His thoughts were severed as he finally caught glance at the huge, disfigured, klump of ships and fallen space junk. "Holding the course will bring us on a head on collision with the thing in about...a day and a half." The young ensign was already plotting a new course before the captain could say anything. They had bee naway from Galatic space for so long that it didn't even matter who was in charge. The only reason why they followed his orders was because they respected Mc'ain. Drawing a deep breath he stabbed something on his command chair again, "Private...go and wake up Second Commander...Bring the forwards weapons online...stand by." A soft yellow light buzzed from around the ship as people scrambled to their designated area. The intercom powered up and Mc'ain spoke, "We are entering the area of an unknown planet, it appears they have some sort of battle cruiser orbiting the planet. We have a friendly on the surface with a EMB flashing like crazy. Stand by...and may god have mercy on those poor b*****d's souls." There was a soft laughter around the entire ship. The ship was nicknamed the Iron b***h, after Mc'ain's ex-wife. His wife was a preistess and divorced Mc'ain because of his constant battling and constant killing. The last words she said to Mc'ain was, "May god have mercy upon your soul...b*****d!" He earned himself a good whack upside the head by her cludgent.

((SP has given me permission to RP his character until there is need for a large action.))

Viper bows at the waist, still gripping one of the tendrils.

"I am that one, and no harm has come to me or my associate. It is a pity that this... Forge is not here, I would so like to speak with him about this fascinating place and recent visitors to it."

IV looks bored and crouches down to stare at a corner while Viper speaks with this new face. He doesn't really seem to care what is going on as he rolls a small yellow sphere between his fingers. Viper glances at him for a moment and shakes his head before returning to the girl.

"Last time I checked we were going to meet this Lord of Change, and I would still wish to. But perhaps you can help me girl, I'm looking for someone and..."

He blinks, and really looks at her for a moment.

"Pardon me, but have we met?"