Blackness was the element surrounding Varren. The gentleman felt as if he was floating in a sea of darkness. However, while it's true that it seemed as if he was floating, what he was floating in didn't feel like liquid. It felt like rocks burying him, keeping him down on the ground. Varren couldn't protest against this feeling of restraint, nor could he move. Worst of all for him, as a man of pondering and inquiry, Varren could barely think.

Then the gentleman heard faint voices, one male and one female. "—dangerous?" he heard a male say. "—seem to be… any weapons. We can't be…"

Then the female responded. "—reacted with the… Take our…"

Slowly, the darkness around Varren began to fade away. There were three blobs: one in gray, one in blue, and a black one. Varren couldn't tell what the gray and blue blobs were, but he was able to make the assumption that the black one was his partner, Spirit. The other two were both standing in front of green lights.

Varren shook his head to try and clear his vision, then attempted to sit up. His body jerked, but something was keeping him restrained. Varren looked down at himself to see that there were brown straps around the entirety of his torso. He was utterly trapped, helpless to resist against whoever might have put him in this situation in the first place.

Varren examined his surroundings to try and find something he could use to escape this state of imprisonment. Slowly, his vision began to come together. He saw the gray-dressed male and the blue-dressed female antagonists that had rendered both him and Spirit unconscious. Speaking of the black squirrel, she was tied to a platform standing vertically. A black strip was used as a gag for the poor woman. Spirit was growling viciously, glaring at the both of the enemies with a fury that was so powerful that it frightened Varren to think about what might be going on in her mind at that moment

The two figures, though, were calmly ignoring her, talking with each other about an extremely confusing predicament.

"But they didn't have any weapons," the male said in a tone of protest. "and they didn't have any tech on them that could've been advanced enough to steal our stuff. There weren't any footprints in our energy source's breech aside from our own; there's no way that they could've stolen anything from us."

The blonde female sighed, then pointed at the green lights on a small screen. "Then explain why one of them had exactly the same energy as our energy source. Now we have to resort to emergency energy just so we can keep the ship's oxygen supply steady since this new guy's energy gives a negative reaction to our own!"

The male's gaze followed his partner's finger. "We can't know the answer to that one. Chances are that this sort of energy was the kind of energy he was born with. After all, the readings do say that he's not human, however human he might look. Plus, his energy rating is off the charts, much stronger than our power source. Logic points out that he couldn't have stolen it."

Varren stared at the man in gray, hoping that what he said would convince his partner to let them go. Then, after staring at this person, Varren finally noticed that kinder fellow had a goatee. Is he trying to save us? thought the gentleman. Perhaps these people aren't completely evil after all, if they're willing to acknowledge the fact that they've done something wrong and attempt to correct it…

But what does he mean when he says that I'm not human? Varren thought to himself. Unless I've absorbed so much of my energy that I'm no longer classified as human. Wait, if that were the case, then this would mean that, originally, I was something inhuman. But that can't be true. Can it? These people… maybe they can tell me what I am.

For a moment, Varren simply stared at the both of them, hesitant about whether or not it was safe to make any moves. Then, slowly, he cleared his throat to address them. "Excuse me, do you mind if I speak to you?"

The male figure immediately turned his gaze at Varren, and Spirit looked at Varren as well, the look in her eyes undefinable to him. The blonde female instinctively pulled out a small gun and pointed it at the gentleman.

Varren flinched at the gun, but tried his best to remain calm. "I-I've heard what you have said about your generator," he stuttered. "I'm sorry that my presence has caused your energy source to act strangely, but I can assure you that I meant no harm, and neither did my partner."

Spirit restrained herself from mumbling something sour underneath her gag. Oh, she meant harm, alright, and lots of it.

Varren continued on as calmly as the leader of some corporation would while explaining the details of the ratings of their business, "If there's anything I can do to prove to you that I'm a true gentleman, then I will gladly do so."

The blonde stared at Varren, uncertain whether to shoot him now, or to give him the chance he wanted. While it's true that she could see an honest look in the gentleman's eyes, she'd seen those looks faked too many times in the past to let that sway her decisions now.

Then the male in gray put his hand on the woman's shoulder and whispered something into her ear. The female glanced down at the ground afterwards, her expression deep in thought. Hesitantly, she lowered her gun. "Fine," she said harshly. "I'll believe you for now… but don't think for a second that you've earned my trust."

The male slowly walked closer to Varren before being the second one to speak to him. "I'm guessing when you say that you'll 'prove to us that you're a true gentleman,' you mean that you're gonna strike a bargain with us?"

Varren nodded at them, seeing that he'd gotten them to listen. He wasn't sure what the male had whispered to the female, but he was glad that he'd said what he did. The gentleman smiled friendlily at the both of them, hoping to increase the amount of trust there was. "Yes, that's right. I would be more than willing to help you out with your generator problem, if you would like me to. Since it's my presence that seems to have caused this catastrophe in the first place, I should be the person to fix it for the both of you. It's only fair, wouldn't you say?"

The blonde rearmed her gun at Varren as she glared at him coldly, her belief quickly replacing itself with the original emotion of skepticism and distrust. "This guy reeks of lies, Snake. It's obvious that he's trying to trick us into giving him what he came here for; we should shoot him now."

Realization struck Varren; he completely ignored the gun that was being pointed at him and strained his eyes to stare at Snake from where the gentleman was being held down by the brown straps.

So, is this the man that the guide told us about, the one working in the same organization with Samus Aran? he thought as he turned his gaze to the blonde woman. If this is the case, then the chances of this woman being who I think she is are shockingly high. Strange, I would've thought that the name 'Samus' would fit better with a male.

While Varren was still ensnared by the brown straps, Samus aimed her gun directly at the bridge of his nose, ready to blow the thing off his face with a single, careful shot. Her finger wrapped around the trigger, as if it had seemed natural for it to kill.

Snake put his hand in front of the woman protectively, guarding Varren more than he was guarding the blonde. "Easy, easy… I've got a plan of my own. Don't worry." Slowly, Snake lowered his hand. "Alright, sir, we'll take you up on that offer."

Samus glared at Snake. "What the fuck are you thinking?" she angrily whispered.

Snake noticed Samus's anger. The gray-clothed man could tell that her anger was directed at him for being too lenient about everything. It was true that Snake needed to take this more seriously. And so he did. A glare spread across Snake's face as he added, "But we won't let you leave this ship until it's up and running again. There are hidden security cameras everywhere; if you try to make any funny moves, we'll know about it. The only reason why I'm choosing to spare you and let you get near the energy source is because of a little voice in the back of my head that tells me you're a good person. If I find out that my conscience is wrong, and you end up trying to steal our energy from us, I sure as hell won't hesitate to end your life."

At this point, the gentleman was completely at a loss as to how he could get the fraction of his energy from these people. He knew that trying to fight them would be a completely different experience since they seemed to excel in gunmanship. Taking into consideration how it would be a foreign style of combat to the gentleman, he might not come out of this hypothetical battle with his life intact. Therefore, getting his energy from them would take stealth. But if what Snake had said was true, then all the stealth in the world wouldn't be able to help them since they would constantly have the eyes of the hidden security cameras watching them. The only way to find privacy would be to somehow disarm the cameras.

But a very important question came into his mind: Do I want to take my energy from these people in the first place? Snake had made it sound like he and Samus were using his energy as some sort of life force. Since this was the case, Varren would be killing them by reclaiming his energy from these people.

The gentleman didn't want to take the lives of any good people, and these two didn't seem to be villainous at all, rather one of them was simply cautious, and understandably so, at that. The only humble option that was given to him at this point was to go throughout the deal that he had made with them.

Varren glanced over at Spirit, who was wriggling around in the brown straps quietly. He couldn't tell if she was observing the situation more than anything or if she trying to make a stealthy retreat back to the CRYSTAL MOUNTAIN. Keeping his eyes on Snake and Samus, the gentleman smiled politely at the two. "I give you both my word that I will fulfill all of your expectations. But I won't go without my comrade."

Spirit stopped struggling long enough to glance at Varren upon him mentioning her. She stared at the gentleman with interest, seeing how he wasn't willing to leave her behind to complete his greater goals. Then the black, humanoid squirrel narrowed her eyes, uncertain whether or not to assume that this idea was the actuality of the situation.

The two supposed owners of the ship, though, hadn't noticed Spirit's stares. Snake and Samus both looked at each other thoughtfully, each gaze equally searching the other's for answers. There was a long moment of pause in which the two seemed to share a deep, psychological conversation about the proposition that Varren had made, whether or not they would free the both of them and put their trust in the newcomers, or just let one of them go to maintain overall safety in case this was somehow a trick.

Then Snake gave Samus a nod of approval. The cold blonde let out a sigh, deciding to agree to the conclusion, as if it had been universally understood. She walked over to the small projector's green, dimly glowing light, and pressed her finger on its screen. There was a begrudging tone in her voice as she said, "Fine, we'll release both of you…"

Both of the straps retracted from Varren and Spirit. Varren sat up, stretching his arms out. Spirit, however, fell down from her platform, though putting her hands on the floor stopped her face from crashing into it. She stood up, mumbling in annoyance. "You two will pay for what you've done later on, vlakaak…"

The gentleman quickly hopped down from where he was lying and walked over to Spirit. He hadn't heard the word 'vlakaak' before, but he could tell by the tone in which Spirit mumbled that it was meant to be some sort of foreign insult. "Come now, Spirit," he quietly advised her, "there's no need to be bitter with these people. Let's just fix their energy source and leave."

Spirit hissed angrily, though she spoke to Varren with an equally quiet tone. "If we're not even going to get another fraction of your energy, then I don't see any point in being here in the first place…! This is a waste of time. Let's leave and be done with it…!"

Varren sighed briefly. While it's true he was annoyed with Spirit for being uncooperative with him, he could understand why she wouldn't want to agree with the new objective. After all, she was a woman of action. She always wanted to get the important things done, and get them done quickly.

"Listen, madam," Varren whispered to her, "I understand how you feel, truly I do, but we've already made a deal with these people. We can't leave them after doing that, now can we?"

"Correction: You made a deal with them," the humanoid squirrel whispered back exasperatedly. "After knocking me out, then gagging me after I was conscious again, I'm not going to be doing anything for them unless there's something in it for me…!"

Varren stared at his comrade, unsure whether to be cross with her for being so selfish, or to attempt to sympathize with where she was coming from. Either way, Varren still had to think of a way bribe Spirit into cooperation. Since he did, in fact, have a partner now, the gentleman wanted to have backup in most—if not all—dangerous situations.

Then the gentleman remembered why she'd chosen to follow him in the first place: to learn how to get stronger. Following this act of remembrance was another memory of what he had explained to Spirit when they were dancing back at her home planet. Varren gave himself an internal pat on the back for not only remembering these things, but applying them properly as well.

The gentleman whispered to his comrade. "Do you remember the flow of energy that I was talking about, and how to control it? Examining their energy source will be the physical example that I promised to give to you. Perhaps we could spar in order to further demonstrate this later on?"

Spirit paused, suddenly going from feeling irritated—since they were straying off course of their main objective—to feeling intrigued by the fact that she might gain something out of this after all. She slowly nodded. "Fine…" she said. Her voice was at a relatively normal volume, which indicated to Varren that she was done with this conversation.

Varren sighed in relief, then turned his gaze at Samus and Snake, who seemed to have been staring at him the entire time he was persuading Spirit. The gentleman cleared his throat, then smiled at the two. "Would you mind directing us to the room in which your power source resides?" he politely inquired.

Snake nodded, and then pulled out a small, box-shaped remote with a button on it. After pressing his thumb against the button, a hole that was about as wide as Varren was formed in the floor. The goateed man pointed at the hole. "It's down there. Don't worry, there's a ladder to get to it; you don't have to make a long drop."

Varren returned Snake's nod with one of his own, but this time it was more out of gratefulness than polite behavior. The gentleman stuck one of his legs in the hole, then grabbed onto the ladder, sticking his other leg down. As he started to climb down, he said, "Come, Spirit, let's go and see what's wrong with their energy source."

Though she didn't show it, she was quite curious to see what explanations Varren could give her based off of this energy source, and equally interested in what the gentleman had said about sparring with her. Spirit followed behind Varren.

Snake pressed the button on his remote a second time to close the door behind Varren and his partner. The male shook his head. "I seriously hope I didn't screw things up there. I usually let Otacon make tough decisions like that for me."

"Obviously," Samus said snidely.

Snake chuckled at Samus's remark. "Be careful. I wouldn't want to strangle you in your sleep."

Samus grinned, and then playfully pointed her gun at him. "I can take you down, tough guy."

With Varren and Spirit…

Down, down, down they went. There were small, gray pipes on the sides of the walls. Multiple lights varying between the red and green colors blinked. Most of the lights blinked red. Varren could only assume this was because of the comatose state the energy source of the ship seemed to be in.

Varren looked down to see that they were almost at the bottom of the ladder. Not only that, but there were blue lights lighting the area. The gentleman put his feet down on the ground, and stepped out of the way to let Spirit do the same.

When Spirit's feet touched the ground, she looked ahead of them to see that there was a hallway, and at the end of it was a metal door. The black-furred squirrel let out a sigh. "Alright, let's get this over with."

Varren gazed at his partner with a look of concern for a moment, unsure as to how to react to Spirit's 'enthusiasm,' or rather lack thereof. Physically, he began to walk towards the door, but as for his mental state, he wasn't worried about being trapped on someone else's ship, rather his thoughts were elsewhere. Varren began to ponder how he should let these emotions of concern affect his behavior.

Going out on a social whim, Varren spoke to her about the emotions he processed. "If I'm honest with you, Spirit, your lack of willingness fills me with worry and doubtfulness. Try to be more enthusiastic about the task at hand, if it's not too much trouble."

Spirit walked beside Varren. "Enthusiastic!" she echoed, her voice tainted with annoyance. "Tsk, you said it yourself, it's a task. I can't be enthusiastic about doing chores."

Varren looked up at the ceiling, continuing to walk down the blue-lit hallway. "Perhaps I used the wrong adjective in this situation. It would be more accurate if I were to say that I would appreciate it if you were more cooperative when doing these sorts of things. I understand, mind you, that they probably aren't very appealing to you, but at least be tolerant so that way we can get things done and move on."

"I've been doing that, Varren," she retorted. "The only reasons why I'm coming down here are because of my tolerance of everything else and my interest in that 'physical demonstration' you were talking so much about at my home planet."

Slowly, Varren's pace in walking began to ease down to a halt, his eyes widening in realization.

Spirit slowly began to stop along with him, gazing at him curiously. She her head tilted to the side.

Varren turned his head to face Spirit, revealing an expression that combined both astonishment and regret. The gentleman opened his mouth, but for a moment, there was nothing to come out of it. He looked down momentarily in shame for an unknown reason, then looked back to meet Spirit's still-curious gaze. "I can't believe that I had overlooked the possibility that you were already being tolerant of the situation. If this is the case, then I can only assume that you have been tolerant, as you've said, for quite the long time. The embarrassment of being unable to realize how annoyed you were—or are—with things, combined with the fact that I've been analyzing you quite often lately to better understand your personality, makes me think that I am truly foolish with society. I am an improper gentleman."

Varren took off his hat and placed it on his chest, giving a polite, apologetic bow to Spirit. "I am an incredibly idiotic man, madam. You must excuse my ignorance. I promise you that I will do all that's in my power to make sure that this sort of thing will most certainly never happen again. If you find that something is growing intolerable, be sure to let me know, and I will handle the problem immediately. Please, forgive me."

Spirit had no idea how to respond to such polite behavior. He really does talk a lot, she thought to herself. For a moment, the human-squirrel only stared at Varren in uncertainty before she slowly replied to him, "It's… okay, Varren."

The gentleman smiled, feeling as if he'd been relieved from a small burden. Varren put his beige fedora back on top of his head, adjusting it quickly. "I'm glad that you'd say that, Spirit. Truly, to have your forgiveness is quite reassuring. If there's anything that I can do for you in return, please, let me know."

At first, there were even more confusing experiences piled up against Spirit's mind. She wasn't used to someone being so kind to her, just as she wasn't used to being so polite. It all seemed too foreign to understand. But, even if this was true, when Spirit relooked things… she enjoyed being treated nicely for a change. For quite some time now, she'd lived in a world in which everyone had hated her. To take a break away from that hatred, and put kindness and gentlemanly behavior in its place, gave her quite a refreshing feeling. But the black-furred humanoid didn't show it. She simply waved her hand slightly, as if shooing she was the topic away. "I know, I know," she told him.

Varren nodded, recognizing the fact that the topic had been dismissed, and moved on from it in his mind. The gentleman looked ahead of the hallway to see that there was a metal door near them with a handle that reminded him of a steering wheel off of a pirate's ship. He had no idea what they were called, but he was pretty certain he knew how to open them.

Varren pointed at the door momentarily. "Come now, Spirit, let's get going. Almost there."

Just as the gentleman was going to lead the way to the door, the space ship they were on suddenly shook violently, and the dim, blue lights that remained began to flicker, on the verge of losing all power. Animalistic, high-pitched screeching could be heard from the floor above. "What the devil is…?"

Spirit turned to the direction of the noise, then smiled, thrilled by the sounds of monstrous combat. She began to run from whence they came without giving any warning to Varren. "C'mon, V, let's go and check it out!"

Varren knew that she was being careless, and he simply couldn't allow that. Quickly, the gentleman grabbed a hold of Spirit's arm, holding her tightly in place. "No, you don't! I can't allow you to go charging head-first into these situations without a legitimate plan fir-"

A loud pun! sound interrupted him. Not long afterwards, the hatch that had provided them access into this room fell from over the ladder. Then an extremely tall, disturbing figure came falling down to follow it. Its skin looked more like the exoskeleton of an insect than anything. It was wearing two tall, green shoulder pads. Extending from these pads was a small amount of armor meant for covering only the arms. On its right arm, there was a laser cannon attached to its armor. On its left, there was a strange object attached to the elbow of its armor. It appeared to be a yellow, upside down blade, or something to that affect. Its hands had only three 'fingers,' one massive claw of a forefinger along with pincers in the place of where a human's thumb would be. It was also wearing lower body armor that started from the waist, and covered bits of pieces of its legs, which were coated in several large sensory hairs, or so Varren assumed. Its feet had two massive claws for 'toes,' and its eyes were the color of flames. It had deadly, spikey teeth.

However, Varren could see some flaw in the design of the monstrous, yet obviously trained warrior: Its torso was strong, durable-looking and muscular, but its center appeared to be small, frail, and thin. The gentleman had already found his enemy's weak point, and the battle hadn't even begun yet.

But there was no time for celebration. The monster of an insect let out a deafening, high-pitched screech, then ran towards Spirit and Varren. The gentleman unsheathed his sword, analyzing each step the figure took. Despite its appearance, Varren could easily gather by its run that this creature had been professionally trained, which would mean that using the friction against him would be out of the question.

However, before he could reach any conclusions in his thought pattern, Spirit charged head-first at the creature. Varren blinked, concerned of how little thought she seemed to put into her fighting plans since she simply ran at the thing without even knowing that much about it.

The massive creature screeched again, and pointed its gun at Spirit. The gun began to blaze up with red energy. The humanoid squirrel flipped around vertically to kick the creature's gun off course. While its attack was still preparing itself, though, Spirit leaped up and wrapped her tail and legs around the creature's torso, grabbed its deadly weapon with both her hands, and twisted its arm to where the gun's opening was pointed uncomfortably at the creature's neck. When the energy was released, however, the power behind it was strong enough to force Spirit's arms out of position from its neck; rather than hitting the area intended, a flurry of red lasers plowed against the creature's exposed, upper torso.

It did not bleed. The monster's torso simply fell off of its body, and then vanished when it made contact with the ground, as if it were ash.

Spirit jumped backwards to land next to Varren. As she did so, the creature fell to the ground at last. The problem had been addressed and taken care of, much quicker than Varren could have managed to do it. The gentleman stared at her in astonishment. He was completely amazed that she was able to fight as skillfully as she did. Never before had he ever seen anything like it! All Varren could say was, "Good gracious…"

Spirit grinned at Varren mischievously, slightly amused by how impressed with her he seemed to be. "What's the matter? Have you never seen a real fighter at work?"

"Well, I have," Varren earnestly replied, "but I've never seen someone who engages someone in combat in a manner that's so—" the gentleman paused, unsure of the word he was looking for. "—brutal."

Spirit chuckled, now obviously amused. "Let it be a lesson to never get on my bad side," she playfully warned him as she walked over to the door up ahead. The dark-furred squirrel grabbed hold of the handle. She grunted with effort as she turned it to the left. The handle squeaked as it turned slightly through each great amount of force that Spirit put forth into opening the door. Squeeeak. Squeeeick. Squeeeak.

Varren didn't know whether to do the honorable thing and help her, or to let her have her moment of pride and allow her to go through all of the force required to open the door. But his confusion didn't last for long. With one, final heave, Spirit felt the door unlock.

Just as Spirit was about to push open the door, Varren tapped her shoulder. She turned around, staring at him curiously. As a response to her wondering gaze, the courteous man put an arm in between Spirit and the door, then pressed this arm against the door, pushing it open.

Varren couldn't let a woman go through all of the trouble of opening the door all by herself, after all, especially after this particular woman had singlehandedly defeated a beast of legend. It simply wasn't the gentlemanly thing to do.

He smiled at her friendlily. "Ladies first, or so they say."

"Thank you," Spirit said plainly, though, internally, she smiled.

The dark-furred squirrel walked into the room, and Varren followed directly behind her. When the gentleman stepped into the room, what he saw caught him completely off guard. It was a massive, white sphere. "My, what are you?" he mumbled to himself, walking over to the gargantuan orb, though he made sure to examine it all the while.

Spirit, meanwhile, looked around for any loose wires, any unplugged outlets—anything to her knowledge that would indicate that this machinery wasn't being used as well as it could be. Though, she didn't know that much about technology. She'd never studied in that sort of specialty.

Varren tilted his head to the side, getting closer to the massive, white orb. "Curious one, aren't you?" he said, almost as if he was talking to the object. Slowly, he placed his hand on the humongous sphere.

Directly after Varren's hand made contact with the object, there was a burst of electricity. The gentleman's hand instinctively recoiled, just barely dodging a small electric field. Then the field of electricity began to spread around the entirety of the orb, until the whole thing was engulfed in a small layer of electricity. Unfortunately for Varren, the electric field began to expand outwards, letting that small layer of electricity turn into something impenetrable.

Spirit's gaze was immediately upon Varren's situation. Though she had no idea whether she wanted to help him or not. For a few seconds, she simply stood there, thinking of what she wanted to do. Varren had technically saved her once, though. He'd done so by convincing Snake and Samus to let her be free. Had he not done that, she would still be within their grasp.

The gentleman clumsily walked backwards, trying to avoid being electrocuted by the ever-expanding, powerful force. Varren stumbled back-first towards the ground, closing his eyes tight. He didn't want to see what it would look like to suffer inside the forceful wave of electrical power. "Spirit, I'm in need of your assistance!"

Whatever Spirit wanted to do, she needed to come up with a decision now. "Oh, screw it!" she shouted, using her squirrel-like speed to reach Varren in time. She wrapped an arm around him and quickly jumped forwards, safely guiding him out of harm's way.

Varren could feel Spirit rest him against the wall. "Are you okay?" she asked.

The gentleman slowly opened his eyes, examining the situation. Spirit was in front of him, rather than the darkness that his death would have been as the result of the terrifying pulse of electricity. "Y-Yes," he answered, his voice shaken by the overall fear. "I'm fine."

Though, when Varren examined Spirit's facial expression, she didn't seem to be as 'fine,' as he was. There was a shocked look, one that showed that she was genuinely concerned. The gentleman didn't want to admit it to himself, but he never thought that he would see the day in which someone such as Spirit would wear that look of worry for someone else on her face.

Varren smiled at her reassuringly. "I'm okay," he told her.

Spirit sighed in relief, then stood up. She turned her gaze over to the gargantuan electrical sphere. "Was this big thing worth all that, then?"

Varren stood up as well, brushing dust off of his already-torn, beige suit. He adjusted his hat, then followed Spirit's gaze to stare at the massive ball coated with electricity. There was a constant, low-pitched hum from its powerful energy, lines and bolts of sudden bursts of its power treading across the orb every now and then.

The gentleman could feel a strange sensation radiating from the gargantuan ball. "I… can't help but feel attracted to it for some reason or another."

"I'm not saving you again, if that's what you want me to do," Spirit warned him.

Varren shook his head, letting the tips of his forefinger and middle finger rest against his lower lip. "No, no, that's not the idea that I'm trying to communicate in this situation. What I intend to express is the fact that I always get attracted to fragments of my energy whenever I'm near one. However, the elements to which I'm attracted are always physical. Only one time have they ever been energetic, and that was when…" Varren's eyes widened as he inhaled deeply, gasping in realization.

Spirit raised an eyebrow. "Well, what have you figured out?"

Varren began to pace back and forth. "The only exception was with that battle involving Demon Lord Ghirahim, who I cast away! I haven't seen him in a while now, thankfully, but that's not the idea of concern. The main focus here revolves around his minions! There were minions of his that had managed to become so powerful that it somehow manifested itself into the form of a robot, and another one had done the same, except it took the form of some strange figure. The figure was the one that I was unable to sense back at a different world that I'd traveled to, and for quite a while now, I've been pondering as to why it remained undetected, but now thisgives me an explanation! As I've just said, this giant ball of electrical power attracts me, just as all other fractions of my energy would. But this isn't what we think it is! This isn't a fragment of my energy!"

Spirit tilted her side, completely confused. "So then why did the CRYSTAL MOUNTAIN mistake this as a part of your energy if it wasn't? Your ship is supposed to be omniscient, is it not?"

Varren waved his hand forward. "Oh, that means nothing, it's not legitimately omniscient. No mortal thing is omniscient. My ship is about as close to omniscience as one can get, not omniscience within itself. But that doesn't matter! What does matter is that this—giant ball of power is attracted to me, just as I am naturally attracted to it, hence why it reacted as lively as it did when my hand made contact with it! But the weird creature, the one that wasn't a robot, it had this electricity! It had the ability to generate lightning-like attacks from in between its massive antennas! And lightning, my dear Spirit, is electricity! Since that creature was an incarnation of my energy, the lightning, when combined with the energy that I'm naturally attracted to, somehow manages to cancel out that attraction!" Varren clapped his hands together in a proud excitement for piecing things together. "It all makes sense now!"

"Well, that's nice and all," Spirit said, "but you still owe me a sparring match."