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A singular message was broadcast through out the Multiverse. It was specially concealed within the Dimensional matrix and disguised as background clutter common in the energy spectrum of the dimensional layers of the Universe. It would take a greatly advanced nation that had spent centuries studying Dimensional Technology to even notice the variance in the signal from the true background clutter.

The message was simple, but intriguing.

This is Emperor Nhur-Galladu of the Balrogga Empire.

I am holding another of my discussions upon the nature of our Multiverse. I had many people show up for my Temporal Symposium years ago and I wish to hold another.

The discussion will be held upon the subject matter of Dimensional Technology. There are coordinates that will follow this message. If you are experienced enough to participate, please follow them.



OOC:

I tried to do this a while back but RL interfered in so many ways.

Now the dirt…


The origional Thread was a Sign-up Thread but died because I did not get enough people to get the thing rolling (in addition to RL things happening) This Thread is for the Intro and for the ones chosen to reply. You can RP your arrival at the Coordinates and after I chech your references (ICly) you will find out if you are accepted.

The symposium will be restricted to 5 guest nations only. There will be no exception to this rule. If you didn’t see this post in time then it took you too long IC to notice the message. Each nation will be allowed three specialists to attend.

Also, to participate you have to have been around long enough to research Dimensional Technology at least a year to reflect in the hundreds of years it would take to develop the technology. This means using it for more than just weaponry. Anyone can tack the word “dimensional” to a cannon, but the proper RP of the entire R&D as well as the deployment of said dimensional item would be completely different.

I have seen the emergence of many smaller nations using the word in their descriptions (as well as Temporal) without them having any real demonstrated background to support one of the most difficult and time consuming techs in FT. I wanted to gather some of the nations that have shown experience in the area to discuss the different aspects we use as well as what can be done to improve the misuse of said technology.

The coordinates lead to a carrier and its escort that is waiting deep in Dimensional Space where neither typical drives nor accident could reach. The coordinates are obviously multi-dimensional to a nation that possess Dimensional Tech, otherwise they would appear as multiple strings of large numbers

The Thread is closed to everyone but Godular, Chronosia, Xenonier, Hyperspatial Travel, and TFU.

I will start the actual meeting in a seperate Thread and this one will then be used for the OOC Thread. I will place the link in the same post I use to close the introduction aspect of the RP.

Not that I think clarification of something is bad in anyway, quite the opposite really, is there not a danger of this going beyond any acceptable conclusion, whereby we would then have a Temporal Accord situation, only now with restirctions placed upon 'dimensional' technology instead, and therefore causing us all big headaches as the 'big dogs' try to enforce their claims of superiority on a vague subject in a textbased game?

I mean not to patronize; I only seek some form of clarification on your intentions.

This is Emperor Nhur-Galladu of the Balrogga Empire.

I am holding another of my discussions upon the nature of our Multiverse. I had many people show up for my Temporal Symposium years ago and I wish to hold another.

The discussion will be held upon the subject matter of Dimensional Technology. There are coordinates that will follow this message. If you are experienced enough to participate, please follow them.

Please note I am not a temporal nation but I still held the Temporal Symposium. It is a discussion of the tech and where it will go in the future. Ways to prevent it from being misused will also be brought up.

Omega star system communications array base 0800 hours

A some what large gleaming silver chrome star base moved in orbit around a distortion in space, its smooth edged body shimmering in the white and grey light emitted by the distortion. It was nestled deep in the Omega star system, it was a hidden facility due to its technological capabilities and classified information. The image on the command bridge was as usual, officers walked in and out of the large chrome white bridge, there blue black uniforms gleaming in the white light, holographic consoles beeped and flickered as they scanned the galaxy for communications and phenomena.
The commander of the station peered over the shoulders of his subordinates his own built but skinny body shimmering in the light of the station, an AI floated above its sphere of information colored blue and teal, it gently floated above the beeping noise filled bridge.
An ensign at the communications station looked over the latest scans, his hands fluidly gliding over the holographic panels of the star base com array, his brown eyes peering in to the screen for messages, the technology in use of course was classified so he couldn’t tell any one the messages he found, save for the crew or commander of the station.

The AI floated over him, the holographic screen flickering as it went down the static and back round noise, suddenly the holographic console began beeping the ai turned Green and yellow. The ensign looked at the blinking screen he moved his hand suddenly to open the message, at that point the AI started to speak in its usual soft voice “commander, we have an incoming frequency on the D band… I think you might want to take a look at this.” The ensign looked over and nodded saying “she’s right sir, we should take a look at this, and can you play the message?” The AI complied with the ensign just as the commander walked over and looked up at them. Suddenly the message was played on the station speakers and the commander raised his hands to his chin, placing them fluidly upon the rough five o clock shadow of his face, he looked over and said”well this is interesting, contact research base omega alpha in the asteroid belt, also contact the department of foreign affairs, lets see if we can send some one there.” His voice was clam and usual it was early morning and he had a cup of coffee in his other hand.

Several hours passed and a message was sent back confirming 3 people to send..

Doctor Gordon Vance
Diplomatic officer Larry O’Brian
Security advisor Tomas Gordon …

They arrived about an hour later on board the UFS Tornado, a brand new two hundred and fifty meter ship class equipped dimensional technology, the first of her class often called the path finder. The small chrome silver white ship gleamed in the light of the distortion and binary star, the young brash commander of the ship looked out of the holographic view port his hands on his hips as he peered out in to the dark gleaming void of space. A message was patched through from the station suddenly the holographic panel and screen filled up with a 3D figure. It was the commander of the station, he looked at the other command and smiled “nice to meet you, ill make this short, we have the location of the meeting, and the message, we also have corresponding sensor read outs of the path you could take, your dimensional jump drives should be able to take you there, where going to send a response message saying we are sending a ship with three representatives over, good luck commander”



The commander chuckled and said right then, the screen shut off and the figure disappeared, it was his third ship assignment he was experienced but young his smooth pale skin brown eyes and black hair gleamed in the white chrome light, he looked around and nodded as the ship received the coordinates, he smiled a little and said “right lets jump! All hands prepare to stay frosty!” he looked down at a beeping console and taped it with his hand he started to speak in a clam but quick voice “I hope you guys are ready, its going to be a fun trip”

Vance looked up to the communications panel and raised an eyebrow his middle aged rough face showing years of experience, his dark brown hair gleaming in the light of the lounge, the others looked up as well, tom responded for every one as they nodded his voice deep but clam “where ready down here lets get this done with”


The commander nodded suddenly the small 250 meter, was engulfed in a yellow white flash of light its engines accelerating the body of the craft in to a point of yellow blue, the dimensional jump drive was working perfectly at factor five, the ship gleamed in a state of multi existence its body shifting as the fields held it together under the strain of the travel.


Mean while a message was sent out:

In response to your invitation the United stellar Federation of the federal union has sent a group of representatives of our countries security, diplomatic, and scientific interests on board our newly commissioned dimensional ship while some what heavily armed we do not wish to alarm you so we are sending this message in advanced, thank you”

OOCness: What's the point of making a 'signup thread' and then saying 'closed to all but...' people who haven't actually signed up?

That is because the origional Thread I started months ago was a sign up Thread and I missed that when I reused aspects of the initial post after securing the members for the Thread beforehand.

Thanks for pointing out that mistake. I will edit it out immediately.

Here is the Origional Thread I started long ago for this:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=486799

The curious warble in space time caused many alerts and raised eyebrows, and indeed many thought that it was a precursor to another Caleshan attack before it was noted by several that the signal was not coming from a superspace insertion but someone using it as a communications medium. To put a long story short a great many scientific minds in the Anarchist Collective to squeal like little schoolgirls with glee.

They hadn't thought of that.

Oh well.

Mass transcievers proved more than up to the task of deciphering this most distinctive of dimensional doppler disruptions, and superspace coordinates swiftly became apparent behind the actual pulsing of the message. Discussion swiftly blared into existence over the nature and reasoning of the curious missive.

Well of course they meant it for others in addition to us!

They would have just sent an e-mail if it were otherwise.

What the bloody hell is an e-mail?

You and your old-school crypto-babble! Next thing you know you'll say we communicate across the stars with smoke signals!

Tards.

Geezer.

What the hell are YOU talking about now? You're older than I am, you bloody old coot!

Them's fightin' words!

Anybody else suddenly feel the urge to kill themselves?

I thought about it.

Could we try to get back on track here? The boss really oughta know about this.

*ahem*

Oh... uh... hi boss. Didja see the news?

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And so it was that a vessel, a single Slaughterking in truth, as nothing more would be required, set out on the thirty minute trip it would take to get to the supposed meeting place. At least... if it took more than thirty minutes to get there they felt they wouldn't deserve to attend. The Godulans were quite good at bouncing between realities and often times did it just for fun.

Approximately five minutes later, the single vessel slid out of superspace and impacted the Balroggan vessel with a hearty *BONNNNNNNNNNG* and bounced off several thousand meters distant like a pinball before stabilizing and returning to diplomatic distances and opening a channel.

Uh-hrm... sorry about that little... incident. We... don't often get the opportunity to fly these things ourselves and our helmsman is somewhat... enthusiastic...

Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket what the hell WAS that you lout? Damn near got us killed you did!

I think I just mentally puked in the metaphysical corner. Can we never ever ever do that again?

But we can't die.

I will find a bloody way to make you the exception, Mr. Croft!

Buuuuuuuut that's all good. It appears to have been an extremely glancing impact that didn't even leave a dent, so apart from our collective pride it seems nothing was unduly hurt...

Your prospects for flying these things ever again died a quick and painful death, though, Mr. Croft.

IN any event, we would like to send a representative over at the earliest opportunity. We hope we are not too early...

The small ship suddenly crashed through the multi dimensional barrier , is sleek smooth plated body shimmering in the local light as its engines pushed it forth in blue yellow streams of particles, it slowed to a crawl as it came up to the carrier group its engines shutting down slightly until they where at a cruise speed.
On the bridge of the ship the commander sat down he looked around the tactical command map and sensor readings, suddenly he put his finger on a comm. switch close to his chair as he addressed the screen, the AI floated over head keeping an eye on things.
His hand fluidly tapped the panel, he started to speak “Balrogan ship, this is the UFS Tornado; we have arrived to deposit and escort our delegates to your conference, it’s a pleasure to see you by the way.”
The ship floated in the distorted space, all its technology was state of the art and new, it was one of five ships of its calls scheduled to be lunched, of course more would be on the way but for now it was the most advanced ship in the stellar federation.

http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d110/USFU/UFSTornado.jpg

The Avatar Carrier waited in the dimensional space it had created for the meeting. Its escort ships patrolled the borders of the artificial dimensional pocket making sure nobody stumbled into the area by accident. They were there to wait for certain guests to arrive and then after clearance was given, they were to be given another set if coordinates to proceed to for the actual meeting. Since the Commander in charge of the Battlegroup was the only one with the coordinates, it would insure a private meeting.

“Commander, I have an incoming vessel on sensors.”

Commander Dal’Teen walked over to the display and looked over the sensor officer’s shoulder.

“Any idea who it is?”

“I am picking up transponders indicating it is a Slaughterking.”

”Excellent, the Baron sent his people first. That should be expected.”

“Sir, I am picking up some rather, um, erratic maneuvering if the Slaughterking’s course.”

“What is the problem?” He leaned forward to get a better look at the readings. He could see the data indicated the Slaughterking appeared as if it was being flown by an inexperienced pilot.

“Tactical, possible collision alert. Evasive maneuvers.”

Dal’Teen grabbed the back of the officer’s station chair and braced himself as The BelDragos took a sudden sideways jolt. The ship shot sideways in an attempt to maneuver out of the way of the incoming ship. The Slaughterking suddenly appeared within the dimensional bubble, glanced off the hull, and settled a distance away. The Kythons composing both ships were both busy complaining about the impact as the reactive armor of the carrier removed the extra layers it added at the last moment before impact.

“Get me that ship on the horn!”

“Y-yes Sir, on the screen.”

Dal’Teen turned and began to berate the figure almost before the holoscreen came to life.

“…a no-brained stunt like that? Not even a first year cadet would try anything like that poor example of flying. You should have your…”

The voice from the screen interrupted his tirade.

Uh-hrm... sorry about that little... incident. We... don't often get the opportunity to fly these things ourselves and our helmsman is somewhat... enthusiastic...

Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket what the hell WAS that you lout? Damn near got us killed you did!

I think I just mentally puked in the metaphysical corner. Can we never ever ever do that again?

But we can't die.

I will find a bloody way to make you the exception, Mr. Croft!

Buuuuuuuut that's all good. It appears to have been an extremely glancing impact that didn't even leave a dent, so apart from our collective pride it seems nothing was unduly hurt...

Your prospects for flying these things ever again died a quick and painful death, though, Mr. Croft.

IN any event, we would like to send a representative over at the earliest opportunity. We hope we are not too early...

Dal’Teen could not believe his ears. They let damn civilians pilot a Slaughterking? What the bloody hell were they thinking? Why didn’t they let the ship fly itself? Whose god damned idea was this? Dal’Teen carefully held back his initial reaction to port over and tear them a new asshole in person. Instead, he closed his eyes and spoke in a slow low voice.

“No, you are not early, just the first to arrive. Wait over there for the others to arrive and don’t touch another control. Let the Slaughterking control itself while you are here.”

He signaled the message to be cut off and turned to tactical.

“I want a damage report ASAP. Also tell me if that thing moves because of those bumbling idiots. Coordinate with the ship through the Kython Network.”

“The Reactive Armor completely absorbed the impact and there is no internal damage. Sir, we have another incoming ship.”

“Please dear god, don’t tell me it is another bunch of joy-riding scientists.”

“No, according to the transponder it is a TFU ship.”

“I didn’t know they had Dimensional Technology. We never detected them using it before. Warn Command of this change, they will want to station Observers.”

“Yes Sir. They are sending a message.”

Letting out a sigh, Dal’Teen turned back toward the screen hoping it was not a bunch of scientists again.

“Balrogan ship, this is the UFS Tornado; we have arrived to deposit and escort our delegates to your conference, it’s a pleasure to see you by the way.”

“It is good to see a well trained crew in command of your vessel.” Dal’Teen noted the look of confusion on the officer’s face. “It is a long story and one that I would rather not live through again by telling. Please stand by while we complete our scans. Once we are finished and more arrive, I will meet with you and deliver the next set of coordinates to the place the meeting will take place.”

After the screen turned off Dal’Teen went to sit down. He hoped the other’s arrivals will be less of a headache…




OOC:

I need the others to post also, please.

WHY did you not wait for a proper pilot to arrive? WHY did you disable the autonav?

Well, Mr. Croft is REALLY good at superspace navigation, sir. We just didn't realize he had no aptitude whatsoever for realspace helmsmanship.

I said I was sorry, dammit.

You made us look like a bunch of bumbling fools. Where are the controllers of this vessel?

Well sir, the... um... launch control folks were... all at Jurai.

I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you properly. Repeat that?

We couldn't even get a requisition for proper transportation. The civilian commerce command was completely empty.

This situation WILL be rectified.

*AERAEON_SKYE_BARON has inserted JACOB_ALISON_COMMANDER to the conversation*

Whoa. Where am I?

Greetings, Commander Alison. I trust things are going well over at Civilian Commerce Command?

Oh shit.

*JACOB_ALISON_COMMANDER has been deleted*

*NICHOL_KENTEI_CAPTAIN has been promoted to COMMANDER, Duties and station transferred*

I knew that was gonna come back to bite him on the ass. Honestly, leaving the bloody desk just to go bust some heads in the siege? Yeesh.

I trust that there will be no future incidents?

Contrary to popular belief I do retain some form of self-preservation instinct. You can count on me.

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The strange wobble to the ship's movements suddenly ceased as if frozen in place, then came to a slow approach as the vessel settled near the Balroggan vessel. A single transmission went out to the balroggan vessel.

Well. Now that THAT particular mess is cleared up, would you be willing to accept the group of envoys we have on board? They seem to have developed a distinct dislike of remaining on the ship.

There will be no further... navigational incidents, I assure you. An unfortunate technical difficulty caused this vessel to depart with no trained control units on board, a situation that has been fully rectified. We would like to formally apologize for any inconvenience and damages caused by this most inopportune clerical error. The individual responsible for the mixup has been dealt with, and the individual responsible for the collision has had his navigational priveledges, awarded only due to his position on research panels based on motility, have been revoked so hard that he got dizzy.

In any event, I want these louts off my ship. Please say you're taking delegations.

The Commander seemed to only be slightly annoyed now that the mix-up had been straightened out.

“Unfortunately, The BelDragos is only here to verify the qualifications of the attendees of the conference. The meeting will be taking place on The Serendipity itself. I am sending the coordinates to you through the Kython Network. It is the safest way in the Multiverse to transfer them at this moment.”

Concentrating, Dal’Teen made the connection to the ship and used the Shipmind to connect himself to the Slaughterking’s commander. Once he felt the connection, he made it secure and transferred the coordinates to Nichol.

“You are cleared and can continue to The Serendipity and transfer the louts off your ship.”

As far as intergalactic alliances go, the Xenonian Protectorate has few, and those they do have, they guard carefully. So it was that messages from the Balroggans were duly intercepted … and their somewhat unexpected message was analysed in detail. The request was intriguing; particularly given the connections Xenonier had already established with Balrogga and other known Dimensional-tech based nations in both the ESUS construct and outside it. With this in mind, Xenonians voted unanimously on sending a response … and an envoy, complete with the usual Xenonian weirdness.

Thus it was the co-ordinates were followed to the letter and a Miak lineship was duly sent. The personally staffing it were headed by two very, very twisted scientists, Dieter Park, and Daniel Karpenov. Two of the Xenonian attaché in the field of Dimensional mechanics, they’d have to simply attempt to sound intelligent in the field of Dimensional mechanics.

The “in the field of Dimensional mechanics” was the relatively easy part. The “intelligent” segment of the mission critera … would probably need to be reassessed. The two larrikins were every bit the epitome of the “frat and frag” lifestyle. On the way to the given Co-ordinates, they indulged in their passions of internet blogging, terrible power metal and more than a few drunken nights over DND sessions with the Ship’s AI, the Kasigyner. For all their cognitive abilities, the pair had failed miserably to ever learn more than two paragraphs worth of common sense.

“Wheeee, I got the fly skill. I Can FLYYYYYY”

“Yes, yes you can. You’re also giving me a good reason to commit myself to ritual suicide”

“Yes, but my friend is wearing the ARMOUR OF UNKILLABILITY, which means I can dodge your attacks upon me with my +5armour of kinetically-assisted-launch-projectile-stopping armour and use his as a shield against your foul warlock sorcery. Nevermind I have no reason to have such high level magical defenses, I just do. Because It’s not fair that you have a better character and I want it now.”

“I am playing as the dwarven cleric with runic magic … and you can’t have a magical armour when you’re a goddamn level one … you can’t even lift it. Roll for damage please”

“I’M STILL FLYING, I’M FLYING DRUNK NOW, DO I HAVE TO ROLL ON THE SAFE-FLYING TABLE AGAIN?”

“mages are for noobs and have weak magic, I ignore your attacks and strike you with my 15+ scepter of magically-assisted-violation. It’s a magical weapon that I just picked up from a lower level dungeon, nevermind it’s the rarest and bestest weapon in the world and I hit you and you’re higher level but it doesn …”

“You two are idiots and almost make me believe in Involuntary euthanasia on you, and your family lines. And we’ve arrived.”

When confronted with such blatant stupidity, it’s not unreasonable to assume anything other for the Kasigyner to grin and bear it … and try to get the fools even more tanked up. Calling for medics to administer a minor dose of stimulant to the Scientists to ensure they were in a useful state … Kasigyner could only wonder how the hell such idiots ever passed their competency exams ..

“Commander, I am detecting another ship arriving. It bears the transponder signal of a Xenonier vessel. The computer matches it as a Miak Lineship.”

Dal’Teen was just returning from a “breather” he had to take from the previous experiences. He hoped this one will be better.

“Has it made Insertion into the Bubble yet?”

“Negative, it is beginning the procedure currently.”

“Good, when they finish their arrival contact them.”

Evidently one of the Med-techs thought it was a brilliant idea to pack a massive dose of stimulants into the useless duo of louts that were supposed to be dimensional experts. If this kept up they'd only embarass the Protectorate with their worthless meddling, and that realisation lead the Kasigyner to sigh. Even with such a massive dose of what was supposed to translate into common sense, they were in no real shape, or possessing the real expierience to carry out this mission.

Without a Kaptain on board, Kasigyner was actually the highest ranking officier. With that in mind, she (although gender was an easily alterable quality for a Xenonian AI, transgender jokers some of them were known to be) had one possible course of action. Even as she directed herself to enter the Dimesional "bubble" ...the ships conventers had already begun constructing the ship her own combat avatar.

After all ... she smirked.

I can always hit them to make them shut their gibberish the hell up

“Sir, the Xenonier ship is entering the Dimensional Bubble.”

“Good, all we have to do is wait for one more to arrive and then we can get underway. Open a Comm linel to the ship.”

“Channel open, Sir.”

Greetings Xenonier vessel. We have been expecting you.



OOC:

Now if Chron would post…

Enter/leave. You are the Threemind. Three streams flowing into a single river, a single river splitting into three streams. You are one but three. Go, understand. The Purpose requires it. Do not attack, no matter the circumstance.

I/I/I understand, Manifest!

The three ships, each containing the threeone mind, split the walls between dimensions - for this trip, they would be using the ultimate in travel. One-dimensional travel. Logic said, that if you could move into a one-dimensional universe, you would have to end up anywhere you wanted once you moved back into a three-dimensional one - being everywhere as you were.

Flicker. A dead star, devoid of planets, its weak, dessicated form barely holding against the void. Flicker. A planet. Green. Flicker. A nebula. Flicker. Empty space. Flicker. Flicker.Flickerflickerflickerflickerflickerflickerflicker
flickerflickerflickerflickerflickerflickerflickerflickerflick-

Stop.

They had arrived. There could be no stopping them - they did not truly change from one existence to another. It had taken the most meticulous calculations and most perfect adjustments merely to make them arrive. One-dimensional travel was risky at best, but it was impressive. One moment they had not been there - the next moment, atoms were not displaced as they were. After all, you did not change the fundamental nature of reality - matter could not be where other matter was.

I/I/I/We are Threemind. The three and the one. We have come due to invitation. To learn and to share.

The message was sent. It had taken them a remarkably low amount of tries to reach the area they wished to go to - this was, in most, because the re-crossing of dimensions from the first to the third allowed the tiniest bit of accuracy. But one had to be accurate to where they wanted to go beforehand - and had to re-orient sensors before having anything to re-orient them in. Without the lattice, the travel itself would be completely random.

But they were there. And, so, they waited.

“You are cleared and can continue to The Serendipity and transfer the louts off your ship.”

Without much further ado, the ship simply vanished, reappearing approximately a thousand kilometers away from the Balroggan vessel Serendipity

The Kython overlink relayed the message from the Slaughterking to the vessel:

Requesting permission to get the Godulan Delegation the hell off my boat.

“Captain, we have another arrival.”

“Who is it? Has the Chronosians arrived so we can go home?

“Negative Sir. It is another.”

“What? Who?”

“Receiving a message Sir.”

“Play it.”

I/I/I/We are Threemind. The three and the one. We have come due to invitation. To learn and to share.

“Hmmm… I wasn’t aware they were invited. Check the log listings to make sure.”

“Sir, there is an amendment from the Imperial Palace including a representative from the Makermind.”

“Well, there can be no doubt of their origins. Open a comm. Channel to them.”

Greetings, I was not aware you were invited but it appears I was incorrect. Your invitation came directly from the Imperial Palace. I am sending the coordinates of The Serendipity so you may join in the conference. Please excuse our delay.

Dal’Teen then checked on the progress of the Xenioneer vessel to see if they received their message while wondering if Chronosia would show up in time. Godular had already left after getting the position of The Serendipity so all he had to do was verify the rest and send them on their way.




OOC:

I plan on starting the Conference Thread about this time tomorrow.

Serendipity. We/we/I/we understand.

And, with that, the tiny vessel(s?) skimmed off, their translucent surfaces changing, shifting, seemingly three, yet only one, in reality. The Threemind was an imperfect creation. It had been created so to perceive three different dimensions of an object, three differing points of views. Catalysts for change among each of them.


The Threemind was a scientific being, and sought knowledge for knowledge's sake. It was easier to forge a being minimally bound to the Purpose, and to give it another, more powerful calling, than to bind it utterly to the Purpose, and to make the tiniest changes to make it workeable.

It would not be long, now, before the ship reached the Serendipity.

Here is the link to the Dimensional Symposium:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11903805#post11903805

At a very late hour, the signal finally reached the auspices of the Hikari Network, and from there, redirected to NIAS, to Professor Washu's labratory, her own little pocket of dimensional sorcery within the already vast Academy grounds.

The message somehow took too long to reach the Comm-Orb network, the reason itself would have to be dissected, but one that would have to wait until after the War.

Washu perrused the signal with mental permiscuousness, but little else, as her efforts were being used to counter new actions and dark technology the DE were employing, almost by the day. She wasn't the only one busy with such things. The entire Sphere's resources were utterly tied up in the Counterattack War, preventing almost all actual transport outside the Sphere territories, and the Universal war zones. With such vast forces passing through the dimensional layers, Washu had some of her own theories to offer on such things.

"Tis a shame." ...she commented to herself, a common practice when alone in her private abode. She filed the signal report away and turned to deal with a counteragent to the DE 'undead' toxins that prevented the Genetic Refabrication units from being more effective.

The war came first.

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((OC- Thought I'd throw in my two cents, though it's impossible to really send anyone to the other thread presently. Kinda late to try anyway. =^^= ))