Warp Darkmatter was placed on mandatory shore leave the day after the funeral had concluded and there was little arguments about that. There were rumors during the last two months that Warp sold a moon, sold a expensive asteroid, that he donated the funds to Galactic Foster Families Group and purchased a place somewhere on Earth in the Alpha Quadrant. All of these activities were quite shocking and stunning at the same time, if they were true.
Mere rumors, in hindsight, he hadn't been seen since the funeral publicly. Perhaps, he was in public except lacking the space ranger uniform made him blend in better performing business. It was quite unusual for Warp Darkmatter to be acting this way and would naturally earn Era's skepticism, Epoch's computation of a reasonable solution, and Eon's agreement. Both were gone, gone twenty years, lost during a experiment that went wrong. Eon took out a photograph of him and his friends, sorrowfully, then wiped his tear off.
Eon arrived to the controlled speed that the torpedo was going then typed into the console, the large extraction unit came into place bring gravity into the room. The door to the torpedo opened then the smaller extraction unit came to the back of the corpses head, lit up, then returned. Eon looked toward the torpedo then toward the photograph of his friends then raised his head up as a small sincere gesture came into his mind.
Era would approve, just as Epoch would. The Chlorm were set to make First Contact with Morph in a couple or so weeks time and this discovery, someday, that they had studied them, would be monumental centuries after the fact. The people who had made the First Contact with lesser beings had joined the echoes of history; We were here and so was this test subject that devastated us losing him.
Eon typed into the console with text to display, copying the photograph, then a gold device came out of the slot. He slipped the new copy into the torpedo, his study group facing him, all happy; Eon scowling with his arms folded, Era with a big smile, and Epoch's long drawn out look. Eon withdrew from it bearing a grin. Their study hadn't quite ended and it wouldn't end for a eon. Or perhaps, eras, in human terms. The torpedo was closed, carefully.
He slid the data into the computer, the results came up with remarkable results, results that stunned him, as Warp Darkmatter's confession became knowledge. Eon gasped, covering his mouth, then grew disappointed. He folded his arms, unhappy, the last study was ruined! Ruined! And it was the ugliest ruin as this was a entirely different study! He typed into the console then gravity was gone, the machine in question making the room shrink until it were gone, and the torpedo carrying the corpse flew on without him.
He flew back toward the lab with the data in hand and arrived without a problem in the way. The data was a big block in retrospect, it could change lives, it could change history, it could mean a lot of things were different in the study than how they had expected-Eon paused. It had been his idea that caused the entire disaster to unfold, just like it had been Warp's idea to leave the Space Rangers this way until it went wrong. They were both at fault at losing someone that was deeply cherished, both shared a hand in the blame, they were both lesser beings, with that thought, a way to salvage the study came to being.
Warp Darkmatter's deep and dark secret would avert a scandal, for now. If the study were allowed to continue then the study would never become public. With that in mind, it had been decided what would happened and how it would happen, First Contact, Space Rangers, a secret shared between two members of two species, two lesser beings. It was different compared to sending a diplomatic team down and initiating First Contact between another group they didn't know personally. This was their First Contact mission.
And now it were Eon's First Contact Mission. Eon was tasked with making First Contact on Capital Planet. The same planet known as Morph after turning off the tag for eight hours for subject Warp Darkmatter, the tag recently required it. Only thing that had to be done was determine the Space Ranger's waking schedule to determine when the software could be turned off. He didn't need to burst open the door turning it off when the man were awake, it would be suspicious.