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Tarek snapped into his body as the last of his psy-currents were cut off and willed the stasis field to deactivate. Each deactivation of preservation systems was punctuated by a fat cable snapping of his form with a hiss from its opening, before retracting into the darkness in the chamber. The vital fluid, and nanopaste was cut off, and his dream wandering ended as he slowly cut himself off from the psy-currents that connected him directly to the ship. They must have finally left the Dark Regions. His dream wandering was interrupted, he felt a pull, a nudge, as his ship's meta-consciousness, what others might liken to a combination between an A.I and formless psychic construct sought to gain the attention of its master. Other minds flowing throughout the mindscape paid their Fleet Master their respects as his consciousness passed them. The thoughts of his servants could be heard like lingering whispers in hushed conversation, the energy emissions of psy-constructs and other automatons glowed like will-o'wisps, and the demons that prowled the cuircuits and inhabited the armored sarenite hulls of his ship gave him a leery distance like servile pack mates. His mind traveled throughout the Sarenite circuits of his ship in a dreamlike state, part lingering cybernetic code, part consciousness absent of flesh. Tarek slumbered in the waking world, but he was not unaware in the dreaming. Only partially correct, his body was no longer human by any respects, he could not be bothered to truly remember how much meat was still psybernetically bound within his armor, wholly dedicated to war. So still was he in the waking world that he could perhaps have been mistaken for a recharging automaton. Cables trailing vital fluids, bio-feedback, nanite paste, and psy-currents dotted his massive armored form, his tyrant class power armor decorated with sigils of faith and badges of war both. Lord Tarek of the Black Covenant was suspended in the air by a stasis field generator, and kept in a state of hyperslumber by a combination of passive signals within his psybernetics and calming wards in the psychic runes that dotted the circular chamber that made up his private sanctum within his ship. Along with the Polaris and the Arkturus." "Let them go, if thats what high command wants. And they left no doubt, they are serious about this subject." "Why shall we send OUR ships? Of all ships available these are not the best choice for an open fight! And they could have got warships from every corner of our space." "What?" his voice sounded through the briefing room. We are ordered to send two of our own escorts with them." "All warships but one were recalled help defending a mining colonie against the Gnarrun. "Whats the matter?" He asked in his native language. He was interrupted by a penetrant bleeping noise. "I don't like the fact, that I could be unable to help you. Not to mention our politicians and admirals who, I suppose, will not approve such an act." He seemed bothered. How long would it take travelling this way with your FTL drive? I ask, because i can not guarantee out scientists are able to reactivate one of the gates. They seemed to manage the atmosphere in the Blizzard. Unknown System - Far Galactic North, Outside of Commonwealth Territory