The Heleriya limped through the vortex that brought it to this godforsaken place only to be nose to nose with a ship of new design.

"Whoa!" Logan exclaimed. Helmond activated the reverse thrusters to keep some distance.

"Power shields, arm weapons, all fighter pilots to their stations!" Logan shouted. "Helmond give me readings, how many ships are we facing?" Helmond worked away while all of the other crew worked also.

"Two sir. They have powered weapons and shields but have not aimed. Recieving hail sir!" Helmond said. He put it on the hologram screen. White static filled the screen.

"Logan Grimnar?" Came a deep voice through the intercom. Logan looked shocked for a moment, only a moment.

"Admiral General Logan Grimnar is currently not here. How do you know of him, and why do you seek him?" Helmond said, looking back over his shoulder at Logan who smiled slightly.

"We know he is on board that ship. We have been seeking him for an age now, and no one will stand in our way Captain Jack Helmond." Said the voice.

"This is Grimnar. Why do you seek me?" Logan asked. Nobody answered and all was silent except a sudden loud beeping and a flash a blue-red light, and when the light cleared, Logan's chair was empty.

Logan opened his eyes after the light cleared and he found himself in a darkish room with just barely enough light to see. A dark figure moved forward.

"Logan Grimnar, Last of the Horakai, and The Saviour. We welcome you with open arms. If you would allow us, we will show you what you destiny will become." Said the same deep voice. Logan stood tall.

"What are you, and why have you abducted me from my command ship?" Logan demanded, knowing full well that he was out manned and out gunned.

"We are the caretakers of you heraldry, the keepers of all that is important. Your lineage is all that mattters on the galactic level for in your blood and through you soul is the means of salvation and the defeat of all who oppose you." The voice said. Logan stared at the figure.

"Show me what you mean and I will deem whether or not you are trustworthy." Logan said, and suddenly his vision became sharp, so sharp that he could see right into the eyes of the figure across from him and in them he saw what they wanted to show him.

A galaxy teeming with life and at peace. Everything was as it should be. All motions were fluid and everything co-existed in harmony. Logan saw himself, at peace with a family he did not recognise. Suddenly, he felt the deepest love for this woman, and these children. He longed to be with them for the rest of his life.

He saw the other Logan as he stepped away from the family to get a better look at them all, and thats when it happened. A flash of flames and all that was left was the flaming remains of what his life had meant to him. The Logan stood planted to the ground staring in shock as tears welled in his eyes. Anger seemed to radiate in waves so powerful the grass beneath his feet withered and burned. The trees in the distance shuddered and exploded into flames and were extingiushed almost instantly. The sky above him turned red and flames seared across the now lightning forked sky. The Logan let out a scream of anguish that speared right through the cosmos, tearing a huge chuck of the solar system away. The stars shuddered at the sudden out burst of power, and the Logan fell to his knees as he wept for his loss.

Here he wept untill his eyes could cry no more and his throat bled from the constant screams of anguish. He looked up and all was clear before him.

The galaxy must burn for what it took. And if that meant he died from the effort, all the better. He walked forwards into Logan as he stood watching, shocked at what just took place.

"There is more, my lord."

Logan spun to a different view. He was above the galactic plane, looking down at the carnage that was the galaxy. fully half of the galaxy was burning with a dark blue fire that could not be extingiushed. Logan saw himself leading an attack against a mighty fleet, but nothing could stand before his wrath. Logan was paralysed at what was unfolding.

"There is more, my lord."

Logan spun to another view. What was before him sickened the man even after what he had recently experienced. The galaxy was fully aflame, and he was drwan to planet in the middle of the galaxy. He saw himself standing before a family of humans. He had tied all four of them up, facing each other. He tortured the youngest daughter untill the screams had died down to a gurgling deep from the husk that used to be a beautiful young girl, ready for what the world was going to throw at her. The parents had been screaming throughout the whole ordeal and their pleas and cries of mercy made the other Logan smile.

"My love was taken from me in the cruelest way, now I wish to do the same to you." The Logan said. He then began to torture the woman in the most inhumane ways he could think of and when the body had died, which was days after the soul had left, he let the man and his son hang by their feet above a burning pit of fire. The screams sustained him for many years, as he kept them alive to fulfil this purpose. But eventually, they died and all the galaxy was dead. The Logan began to feel hunger for the screams and the battle. He felt weak and he knew he was soon to die.

So, in his last act, he created god creatures to watch over the galaxy when it finally would heal, and planted a seed from which he would arise when the galaxy was again ready for his anger.

"There is more, my lord."

Logan sank to his knees as the truth hit him. But it was not over.

Before him he saw the galay as it burned again and again. For days he kneeled and watched, trying but unable to get away from it. The Logan was getting slightly weaker with each rebirth. Then the god creatures turned upon the Logan, realizing he was taking the best of the agony and despair. They forced the Logan into death and once the galaxy was burning fully, they retreated back to the stars, to wait for the next great feast.

Logan stood back up and faced the figure. Hatred for what he had done sprung to his mind. But an even better vision came to mind. The galaxy, at his rule. Everything as he would want, and his wife at his side as his queen. What a vision! Then came the lasting images of the last family of the first great burning. He did not want that to ever happen. Torn between what he wanted and what he knew was right, he spoke to the figure.

"How will I begin?" Logan asked hoarsely.

"You already have the power within. Everything will be laid out bare." The figure said.

Suddenly, Logan had a memory of the Star-God and it's plot to steal his own wife. Revenge burned cold and without effort he reached out and snuffed the life from this thing before. He suddenly was aboard the Heleriya. The command deck jumped around as they saw Logan appear behind them as the last of the blue-red light cleared from the command chair. Outside, the two ships began to burn through cracks appearing in their hulls. Red hot lava poured from every gaping wound and they exploded magnificantly. Logan's thoughts turned towards the Star-Gods and their minions.

"Jump us to Blacken." Logan ordered. Helmond complied without another word. The Heleriya jumped through the Hyper-space window. Within this plane they were met by dark shadows and even darker humanoid figures. They sprung to life and launched themselves towards the ship.

"Drop us out, now!" Logan shouted. Helmond did so, and as the dark blue streaks fell behind, A gigantic fleet appeared before them. Larger then they could see. Logan caught a glimpse of Cy'tan design before he activated the ships Split-stream hyperspace jump. Knowing the Heleriya would likely be destroyed, he asked James and Amanda to join him. They linked hands and concentrated on the ships shields as they flew through the nothingness. With a few seconds left, both James and Amanda had collapsed from exhaustion. With a microsecond left Logan passed out and the shields failed, causing too much friction for the ship to handle. Nearly everything outside the main hull was burned off but they fell back to normal space before anything else could be destroyed. The crew got one look at Blacken before the ship started to fall into the planet's atmosphere.

General Stephen Clarke had just cut the link when he looked outside and saw a black portal open up. A flaming wreck came through at high speeds.

"What the hell!?" Clarke shouted as he watched the wreck start a declining orbit.

"This... ...Helmond... ...The Heleriya... ...Respond?" Came a static filled call over the hand held radio.

"What the? Get some retrieval ships for that ship now!" Clarke ordered over the radio. He heard a static confermation. Clarke sat on the command chair and watched the ship, many questions needing answers. One being where the hell was Logan if it was his second-in-command that made the distress call.

What was left of the Heleriya slowly drifted towards the large ocean on the other side of the planet. The ships that Clarke had ordered had done their job; they had retrieved the crew and the still unconcious Logan but there was nothing they could could do as the ship was far too gone. While the shuttles wound their way back to the Unification the crew turned and looked as the Heleriya begin it's final descent. Not much was left of the ship but it still made a fantastic fireball and there was still a big chunk left as it slammed into the ocean.

Helmond looked as the explosion on the surface died down. He was torn; that ship had been his home for twenty years. He stared at the spot where the hull sank into the ocean untill his view was cut off by the giant hull of the Unification. He stood and addressed the other crewmembers.

"Today we lost Blacken's greatest and oldest ship. And more importantly; our home. Dark times are ahead for us all, but I ask one thing; that we all stick together and help each other through this." Helmond said. It was all he could think of so he turned and walked to where James and Amanda where standing over the body Logan.

"Will he survive?" He asked. James turned.

"Yes, he has healed but he is still in a coma. He still has business to attend before he wakes up." James said. The three looked down at the man. He looked peaceful and the lines of care and worry that creased his face had dissapeared.

Deep down in the subconcious of Logan Grimnar, a battle of words and wills had been taking place from the moment he had collapsed. The four Star-Gods had been tormenting the man relentlessly. Logan retorted the best he could but he not the strength in this place.

"You know who you are now, and you should know we have defeated you before. You were the creator, but we now are. Our new race will begin the domination of the galaxy once you are gone again." One said

"Even now we are moving closer." Another said. Logan turned to face the Star-God that was talking to him.

"We will soon be everywhere. And your beloved Blacken will be the first... Ahhh, the is another is there not?" Another said.

"Yes, we will move when we can. It is filled with thousands upon thousands of souls more then this one."

"You will not touch anything I value!" Logan shouted. Thats when he saw it. Some thing out of the corner of his eyes. A flash of white and it was gone. Suddenly the Star-Gods laughed in unison. It was a horrific sound and Logan knew instantly what it was.

Aboard the Unification, Logan awoke. He sensed the presence of something that did not belong. He opened his eyes and saw briefly what is was. An agent of Nai, to watch over him. Anger flared up and he was standing. He reached out with his mind and grabbed the Dreamweaver in an icy vice-like grip. It tried to free itself but was unable.

"Tell Nai he is not welcome here. Tell him if anything I don't approve happens near this system, I will kill him myself."

Silence.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" Logan shouted in anger. He squeezed and the Dreamweaver squirmed. "Or shall I kill you and deliver to him your heart instead?" He heard deep within him an affermation and he realesed the creature. It fled instantly.

Logan doubled over with what seemed like pain. Suddenly he stood back up with his arms out stretched and his mouth wide open in a silent scream. A bright white light eminated from his body and expanded. Everybody was blinded as it seemed to spread out beyond the shuttle. It enveloped the Unification and her escorts and then the planet. It reached out into the solar system then it all stopped as fast as it began.

Everybody else stopped stock still wacthing this bizzare show.

"We need to act quickly. I need our fastest ship now." Logan said. Helmond nodded weakly and ran to the nearest console. He typed away and brought up the schematics of the fl33t.

"The Pious Inquisitor is docked and ready to go sir." He said.

"Tell them all to evacuate now, I need that ship on a one way journey. Send a message to all ships to stay in a defensive formation around this system." Logan said.

"Done sir." Helmond said. Logan nodded and turned and exited through the hatch which just opened. He sped off and passed the Command deck on the way. Ignoring the cries of suprise and greeting, he cast a bright ball of blue light into the corner of the room and ran out of the door as the light died out. He entered the control deck for the Pious Inquisitor to find it empty. He smiled and closed his eyes. The ships engines fired up and he activated the Split-Space jump.

It was a quick jump and when he reached his dstination, he found the space was filled with waves of red plasma flowing from what looked like a giant wound in the universe. He knew what was about to happen and rasied a thin barrier around himself as the tear ripped and exploded sending a shockwave so powerful it tore every atom in half thus creating a chain reaction which destroyed everything in a hundred light-year radius.

Around him the ship tore apart leaving him drifting in space. Blackness surrounded him and nothing could be seen. Logan expanded his hands and bright trails of fire spread around him, lighting everything up. He saw a giant figure step through the portal.

"Star-God, I shall now enact upon thee what I have promised." Logan concentrated and expanded his body. It grew slowly to match the size of the God.

From his outstretched hands a thousand times a thousand thin beams of pure light speared towards the God. It raised its arms to delfect the blows, but there were far too many to defend against and where the light hit dark gaping wounds were left. The God screamed in pain but steadied itself. It lunged towards Logan with it's hands and arms flaring up. Logan leaned back to avoid the reaching hands and conjured a spear in his hands which he thrust through the creatures stomach. The scream rent space and it flailed back with the spear still in it.

Logan sensed another presence so he raised his hand high and clenched his fist. Lightning crackled beneath his closed hand and he pulled back and struck the Wounded Star-God in the side of it's head. The God exploded with a mighty fiery bang as Logan turned to face not one but three Star-Gods in a V formation. The lead Star-God sent a wave of molten lead at Logan while the other two followed with two giant balls of magma.

Logan speared himself straight through the attacks taking a little damage. He ploughed into the first Star-God with his hands together. The God reeled back but Logan kept up the attack. His body was beggining to fall apart, revealling a Dark light beneath. He morphed his form to that of a sword and lunged himself at the next God. They scattered but regrouped almost instantly sending balls of lightning and fire at him.

Logan was growing exhausted with every attack and when he retreated to try and cast some light at them, they pressed the attack and all three were beating him around. Logan was being pummelled and minutes later he was barely concious.

Then it hit him. How to stop the Gods permenantly. He only hoped he had enough time to execute his plan. Logan staggered as fast as he could away from them and drew himself to his full height. Around him light appeared and was sucked into his body. The Gods tryed to get to him but the light stopped them from moving.

Fear filled the Gods minds and they tried to flee but they couldn't. The light grew and grew and Logan felt every breath came in ragged breaths that pained him increasingly with every passing moment. His eyes began to drop and his arms began to fall, but not before he shouted a word of command and his body exploded with enough force to rip the Gods apart.

When the flames died away nothing could be seen.

No Logan or Star-Gods.

Nothing existed in this region of space now and no-one would know of Logan's sacrifice, but they would know of his triumph.

Claudia watched Logan. He was completely deranged. She was amazed at the loyalty of the men around him. The effect the Darkones had were definately easy to see. She watched. Observed, as the Dreamweavers always do. She found herself impressed by the level of programming that the Darkones had done on him.

There were moments though she could not quite understand. His seizures were very brief, but each time he went through a seizure, there was some measure of evolution of his programing. This was very much one of the most advanced programming she had seen by the darkones in a well over a thousand generations.

The effects of the siezures lasted literally a second upwards of two seconds, but whatever corner in his brain was very much in full swing and she had been surprised of his resiliency. It was rare to see someone of such character. The darkones had choosen wisely.

But, she was totally caught off guard as she was observing, when Logan struck out with his conscience. Her initial reaction that of an Abomination! But he reached out to her mind and she soon realized it was not of the Darkones. It was something else. And it spoke. She had not had such an event occur to her in her thirteen billion years of life. Not since the Ad'mini walked this existance. She knew the Ad'mini, and it was definately not an Ad'mini, but something of great power. It gave her a warning not to harm Blacken. She was surprised that this creature of great power did not understand.

She withdrew a short way, to continue her observance, it was her mission, and a creature of such power would understand her motive she though. She continue to watch him, being dedicated in her mission.

It was when then that she saw the star gods. They were of a differnt nature than the ones they warred far in the past. So she knew the barrier was intact. But she realized it was time to depart. More help would be needed. In her lingering moments to see what would happen, she witnessed the battle and the battle Logan had with the star gods.

It brought a tear to her eye. She understood now.

She closed in on the the bridge where Logan once stood, and entered through the window, in full observance to all. Her radiance lent a blue glow throughout the room. In her great age, her glow far outshined the radiance that Nightengael had shown. He wings also in full regalia. The bridge guards opened fire with no effect, their energy fire just passing through her as if she was not material, Holden called to hold the fire from the guards.

"What do you want Scion?"

She did not respond, Claudia waved her hand over where last she saw Logan to be, a ripple of energy traveled through the boundies of space as could be witnessed. Only a shimmer of atoms where Logan once stood appeared, affixed in his last moment of battle. Even now in her mind, she could witness his last calling. She notices too the crew and security seeing the fading shimmer of where their hero, Logan, once stood. She heard their gasps and their choking up of such emotion. She too felt it. She collected up a few of the atoms that once were apart of logan, and placed them in a scared looking pure gold case.

She waited. She still watched the final shining image of Logan slowly fade. He was gone. It brought a tear to her eye, every time a great hero died, she cried. This was the same each time, and she knew then that Nai had sent her as he had foreseen these events.

"Captian Holdmond." She said softly, gazing as the last shimmers atoms haze drifted away.

"Say what you have to say Scion." The captain said, with sincere concern in his voice.

"The Scion will trouble you know more. Know that we are intercepting now the Darkone and their agents that are gathering to feast on the fleets that you would call here. They may assemble in peace. I have lifted the dampening feild over blacken, I would hope would be a sign that there could be dialogue between us.

"When we heard of what happened to your home, and after seening the capacities that you exhibited time and time again. Nai, whom I server, took what remants of it remains to a planet you would call Eden.", she still gazed at the lingering shine of Logan We presented it's remains to the Tree of Wisdom. It directed us to restore to you a new homeworld." She walked over to a science station and touched it. The screen saw the scanners fire up. They had not been working for some time, and had not worked in the direction of any Scion worlds. She looked down and it scanned through several star charts zooming in over and over, and eventually pulled up an image of watery world much like the pictures of Earth. It has a double world ring system about it, and many large Scion terraforming construction vessels in orbit.

Several of the crew looked longingly at the planet.

"We were able to restore much of the native wildlife, though it is not complete. Too much died when your planet died. We have done what we can to create an sustainable ecology there."

"I will take and present to the Tree of Wisdom these few last remains of Logan, as they must be honored, not just by you, but for all the universe. His sacrifice will be known of for all of eternity."

She lifted her hand, and in it a device materialized. "When your ready for your new home Captian. Press this button, it will upload the security protocols for you and your people alone to know. I have another gift for you as well Captain, as this planet is beyond the means of your starships."

With that she faded and flew through the bridge window. She turned and held her hands out, and the engine flashed a bright blue, and were replaced with a Scion looking star drive. She moved over the ship and parts of it flash over and over as she upgraded the vessel. She flew off leaving behind a shining new ship.

Just before Claudia made her exit from the system, she stopped, turned around and gave the blacken system, and it's occupants one last gaze.

With that she shot off into deep space.

The interior of the Kyrozch mothership was like a maze, with twisting and turning passages at odd angles arranged without rhyme or reason. Occasionally, Carl would see a spider or a worker drone scurrying past them, but none of the Kyrozch he passed paid him any heed.

"I have a weird feeling about this place," Argus commented after some time.

"What's that?" Carl asked.

"Something is watching us," Argus responded edgily.

Carl had to agree. Something was evidently observing them, probing them, seeing how they reacted to this alien environment. And there was a sickening familiarity to it.

He sighed. "I think we're getting closer."

They soon came to a massive organic door. Set into the center of the door was a large eye, looking right at them.

"Do we knock?" Carl asked rhetorically.

As if in answer, the door emitted a strange, discordant animal sound, folding open before them to reveal a gigantic chamber with something in the middle.

"What is that?" Argus whispered.

Carl looked at it; it appeared to be a slumped human figure in a massive organic throne, with green beams of energy emanating from its head and flowing into the surrounding walls.

"Whatever it is, I think it has some answers," Carl responded. The two men entered the chamber; the door closed behind them with a squelching sound.

The throne rotated around; the figure raised its head slightly, its eyes glowing with an eerie green light. Carl could see now that the figure was gravely wounded, sustained only by the lifeforce of the Kyrozch mothership.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Kainolar," an ethereal voice echoed all around them.

Carl did not recognize the name, but immediately understood that Argus was the one being addressed. Argus was cognizant of this fact too, and he stepped forward.

"Who are you?" Argus asked.

"It has been a long time since anyone asked me that," the voice responded. "I have had many names, assigned to me by countless peoples throughout countless times. Your kind calls me the Fisher King, and it is that that you may refer to me by." The lighting of the room changed. "You have come a long way to find me, Kainolar. As have you, Kronalus." Carl recognized the name and knew immediately that he was being addressed. "If only you knew what has befallen your world. Time does not pass linearly here. Even now your beloved people are suffering, your world torn asunder."

The eyes scanned the two of them. "You have many questions," the voice continued. "But I grow impatient. Make your queries brief."

"What does Lord Galahad want of you?" Carl asked.

"You are a knight of Lord Galahad's court," the voice responded. "You know the answer as well as I do."

"What do you want?" Argus asked.

"The same thing any injured man wishes for," the voice replied.

"Who do you want?" Carl asked.

The eyes flashed brighter, and the world seemed to dissolve around them. "The one true Son."

In a maelstrom of light, the two of them appeared next to the Borealis grid terminal, in the middle of a throng of confused onlookers.

"I think it's time to get out of here," Carl commented. "Let's find our ship."

The LAC sped downward, in a lazy arc, over much of the central Human city on Blacken. Richard and Garrus had been talking about a new concept to Garrus; fishing. Then the Co-Pilot came into the back cabinet, spoke briefly to Garrus in their native tongue, before going back to the cockpit.

Somewhere on the other side of the galaxy, a cubical ship cruised along at unfathomable velocities.

Cruel and heartless, a cube of cold metal 3036 meters on a side, an eerie glow emanating from its heart.

Existing with a singular purpose. To assimilate new life and new civilizations.

It was unconcerned with the mechanisms that had dropped it in this galaxy. It was unconcerned about the fact that it was now disconnected from its mother Collective.

Neither were the tens of thousands of seemingly mindless drones aboard.

The ship's only purpose, as it regarded it now, was to establish a new Collective and carry out its primary mission until such time as contact with the mother Collective could be reestablished.

This it would do with efficiency that would undoubtedly be frightening to the species it would inevitably subjugate. But not to itself. To itself, fear was irrelevant.

Above a certain planet, the cube parked itself into a stable orbit. Invisibly, it scanned the surface. It found a city. It scanned the lifeforms on it. Species 10126, Kallum.

The cube fired a single beam of energy that sliced straight through the city's deflector shield and destroyed the main power station, rendering its pitiful defenses useless.

The cube fired a torpedo at the city center. The projectile exploded upon impact, releasing a black cloud of nanites into the air like a swarm of wasps.

As the nanites found hosts, turning them into even more drones, the Collective spread onto this planet. An eerie voice pervaded every corner of the city.

"You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile."

Most of the invited leaders and others had arrived on Blacken, and were amusing themselves untill it was time. The Ceremony had been planned out and was already set out. The last touches were being applied as people ran to and fro.

The whole of Blacken command were already seated and were waiting for the rest. Then from the speakers around the cities, a low bell could be heard, ringing three times. Every body who heard it knew what it meant. Respected persons from all around made their way towards the ceremony grounds.

It was being held on the same ground as the memorial for the first battle of Blacken; the biggest battle fought within the system, and the battle that began everything.

As the grounds began filling up, Camore leant to his left and whispered to Baines.

"Is that the Cy'tan, Jeodan?"

"Yes, he is. I wasn't sure weather he was coming." Baines whispered back.

The seats were almost full and the command were getting ready to begin.

A nameless Cy

The video feeds of the CotC coverage of Logan's demise had been very scrutized due to the recent actions the Dreamweaver had done. Some large Talusian world had experienced a severe backlash against it's members, so all efforts possible had gone into the production coverage on the Funeral processions and ongoings. They had hired the best news coverage and consultants that could be had. A sizeable donation had been made to his surviving family members. Being one of the only networks able to broadcast, it had been afforded great viewing audiences. Though much anguish was displayed amoung viewers regarding the Scion and the CotC newsnetwork, the reverence that was paid to Logan offerred a means for common discussion, much of which helped diffuse the strife at most local levels of the Alliances communities.

Highlights covered many of the movements of Logans' family, and friends. Even had coverage of Carl, Joedan and others at times.

As they watched the news broadcasts from various Talus worlds, the one thought remained, there was still so much to do.

Meanwhile, in a Cy'tan lab, the first simulation models of the communication blocking technology was unfolding. The simulation model showed a wire rolling into series of pipes, and coming out in multiple different directions. What they were explaining to the non-science officials in teh room is that the blocking technology existed on an atomic level. The phenomenom they discovered seemed radiated towards various Scion ring worlds thus the reason they suspected it was what was responsible. This phenomenom was represented as "pipes" a tubual component in subspace that they had discovered being throughout the entire galaxy, except for around Blacken. What it appeared to do is act to increase the space time in an area where the traverse of the energy wave which they used for long range communication and sensor systems, such that as the energy wave entered into the proximity of the wave it would essential re-divert the wave such that it either broke up or would be caught up into the piping, almost like being caught in a spider web.

Although there were a number of hypothesis as to what they were, the most mathematically accepted model showed it to basically be for simulation purposes it's own little universe.  As these models were developed it became very disconcerting that it showed when an energy wave would hit "dead-on" with one of these tubes, the energy would be absorbed into the system, and thereby displace whatever was inside the "tube" and therefore could be "instantaneously" transported throughout all of space to whatever was creating these disruptions. If that device was able to also receive information, then, as the theory goes, the Scion would know instantly. One scientist even was quoted as saying, "the Scion would know before they would, even if we were accross the street, and they were in another galaxy."

An physical example was then displayed to the community of scientists, showing a copper wire, "simulating the communication beam" being interested into a rack of plumbing tubing. He stated that as teh copper wire went into the sytem, it would get rolled this way or that, such that at the end of the short video, the copper wire came out basicalyl right back in the direction it was inserted. Several other video's had then coming out all sort of directions and angles. On one test the wire hit the tube head on and perferrated the tube, in which in a bordon tube at the one side of the display, moved a meter, showing the displaced volume of water. This was explained to be how the Scion could be not only blocking the communication but also being able to recover it and use for themselves. It would appear that the Scion are able to monitor these waves, and filter them based on their content. Military traffic seemingly the one they are filtering at the moment.

The officials at the meeting got all excited, but then asked the very important question. "So you have a way to work around this, to allow for us to communicate?"

The reply was "No. Not yet. We don't even know if we are right about this. But it is the best we can come up with, and closest model to what is working."

As though from a great distance, the ceremony was playing out before him. It was odd but fitting. Everyone was bowing their heads in respect. Tears welled up in his eyes as he saw Carl Reddingtons face lined with anguish. He reached out with a thought.

<Care not Carl. I will be here in thought.>

He looked up.

<Do not worry, just care for my family> He did not wait for a reply but seemed to drift away on an unseen breeze.