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As we approached Havion, one thing became glaringly obvious. There
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weren't any planets here. It was a nebula, glistening in the
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darkness, bits of dust and debris clouded the cameras outside the
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ship. The Protectorate seemed disappointed, as much as two and a
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half humanoid blobs could seem. They were not, however, as
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disappointed as Commander Cranium. He was sitting on the floor with
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his head in his hands. The rest of us knew to give him his space.
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Yes, I said two and a half blobs, one of them was clearly shrinking
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as more gold filigree wove it's way in and out of the ship's walls,
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with more shining black eyes. They were everywhere, and I was
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starting to get desperate for privacy. I'm not even sure they're
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eyes. This might all be in my head, it's probably my imagination.
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Nobody else seems worried, Swarm seems to think they're processing
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hubs, The Commander keeps asking himself questions about how neat
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everything is and how it's faster than ever, and Hex is just Hex.
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I'd think she was more melancholy than me, except she's always this
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way. Following her own rhythms, playing the universe like soft
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jazz. That's really the only way I could explain her powers. She
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performs her rituals, but improvises in little ways based on some
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extrasensory perception. It's like she's always listening deep
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inside. She must been listening intently because I haven't heard
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her talk in days, but she's always doing something. Consulting some
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oracle, shifting some energy with an occult hand, traveling on
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alternate planes of existence. Even when she's entirely motionless
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she's doing something.
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She was floating peacefully, in the lotus position, until her eyes
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bolted open and she ran to the control room. The displays folded
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into place to show another small black box in the depths of space.
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Except this one was much smaller than the Nalmykian scout. Black
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tentacles leaped from the hull, reaching towards the monolith. Bits
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of the original hull shone through where the Protectorate wore
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thin as the tentacle wrapped around it and began pulling it closer.
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