"These suits are really comfortable for what're they made of," said Kale. "It seems a little odd though that the Arktora would have these. They obviously wouldn't fit it; I wonder if there was ever someone else on this ship with it." They continued walking as Kale spoke, Kershala paying more attention to the layout of the hallway and the components of the ship. He could see where parts had been taken from other sources and merely added to the design. "Do you think it kept slaves at one time maybe?" Kershala stopped and looked at Kale who was a step behind him.

"The information contained in it's personal computer would suggest so yes." Kershala's connection told him that Kale was disturbed by this information and his features showed this as well.

"What do you think happened to them?" asked Kale swallowing hard seemingly already knowing the answer.

"They outlived their usefulness. Must we go into details, Kale?" Kershala stepped up to him to offer a shoulder of comfort and took his hands. Kale put his arms around Kershala's waist and pulled him in close.

"I hate to think what would have happened if you didn't win that fight on the hill that day." Kales stare was powerful and Kershala could see that something was making him emotional. Kershala brought a hand up to rest of Kale's cheek and leaned into a kiss.

"I am sorry that I cannot give you more reassurance Kale, but you give me a good reason to stay free," said Kershala as he pulled from the kiss and met his lovers gaze.

"It's okay, I'm sorry I think the last few weeks are starting to catch up with me again." Kale took a step back from Kershala.

"Do you want to go back to the bridge for awhile?"

"No, I'll be fine, I just needed a little bit of closeness." Kale took a couple of steps down the hallway toward the next door. "I wouldn't mind a little bit more, next time we can get a little bit of privacy…" Kershala smiled at Kale and walked past him on to what seemed to be the last room on this floor as he approached the door it rushed open. Taken aback Kershala was hit with a flush of rotten smelling air as it permeated his senses from the room ahead. Kale gagged at the smell and attempted to cover his mouth. "Oh my god, what's that smell?" he asked through the arm he covered his nose and mouth with. They walked into the room and Kershala was suddenly hit with a certain unrecognizable fear remaining silent as he took in their surroundings. Kale seemed to get used to the smell and Kershala stood looking around the room.

It was quickly becoming clear by what they saw what kind of room it was. The room was easily two thousand square feet in size, in the middle there was a huge vat of boiling liquid that was undoubtedly the source of the smell and the heat. The wall immediately in front of them was lined with seemingly different types of body armors of varying configurations. Kershala recognized from the varying limb counts and orientations of them that they were from different species, some familiar some not. Some of them were clearly humanoid others clearly weren't. On the left wall high above them several skeletons were held in place by an energy field of sorts, some clearly or presumably animal others were humanoids of several scalable sizes. Below that several large pelts covered the wall and at floor level on a shelf were several vials of colored liquids. The implant quickly recognized the liquids as blood plasma, given the rest of the room, this was not a surprise. On the right wall there was several unrecognizable items, personal items.

"This is a trophy room," Kale gasped and covered his mouth. He walked up to Kershala and retook his hand. Kershala barely noticed, lost in all the information the implant was taking in.

"This creature has caused so much pain across the galaxy." Kershala spoke low and walked deeper into the room. The door shut behind them startling Kale.

"You stopped it, that's all that matters." Kershala let Kale's hand fall away from his as he walked to the right wall of the room. There was a table extended from the wall with several tools on it. There were blades ranging from three to ten inches in size all stained with blood, hooks and chains with what appeared to be dried up pieces of flesh and fur stuck to them. "Brutal," Kale whispered. Kale walked a few feet from where he was standing when something triggered on the wall. A compartment opened and startled Kale jumped back, Kershala was quickly at his side. A mechanical arm now protruded from the wall with a humanoid clasped upright in its four clawed hand. The body fell limp and seemed to be preserved, once they could get a good look at it, they could tell that this poor creature had been through a lot. "Oh my god." The creature's body had been skinned all except for its head. Its features were almost dog like in appearance, three toes and fingers on each hand it's face with an elongated snout and large eyes, its ears sat on top of its head protruding upwards. Kershala took intense scans with the implant determining what had happened. "What is this … person?" asked Kale.

"It is a Turaleon," Kershala answered before reaching out and touching the creature's foot. Kershala's voice shook as he spoke. "From what the implant tells me it was likely alive while it was skinned. There are struggle marks and lacerations all over this poor creature." Kershala paused and turned to the front corner of the left room. His implant was getting a familiar ping. "Something over here is reacting to my…" He paused and stopped walking at the sight of something in the corner. Kale walked past him and saw what he was looking at. A small sterile shelf protruded from the wall that was about two feet wide, on top were a collection of small metal objects. Kale looked back at Kershala, his breathing had become erratic and Kale could see tears he could feel forming in his eyes. "They are… implants." Kale asked the question with his eyes. He watched Kershala walk slowly over to them. There was a type of energy barrier around the shelf that deactivated as Kershala got in arms reach of it he stopped right in front of it. "There are so many," Kershala reached out and picked up one of the small devices. "Anubis, are you there?"

"I am, Kershala," Anubis voice seemed to be coming from the walls of the ship as it had synced with the ship's computer.

"I can't narrow down which of them is active to interface with." The readings were jarring and Kershala's implant seemed confused at the implants being on their own.

"Several of them are active but regrettably most of them are very old and without a body their power cores have long faded."

Kershala picked up one of the implants and suddenly felt sick to his stomach, he could not believe that this Arktora had killed so many of his people. The scans of the implants started to become clearer with the AI's assistance, these Daorans were from all walks of life. Most were not warriors at all but civilians that would have had no chance had they encountered this creature, nor did it have a reason to pursue them. Young of all ages, patriarchs, matriarchs, elders. Kershala was ripped from his thoughts of despair as he felt Kale take his hand stepping up beside him. He looked down at Kale's hand in his and some of the desperately painful emotion he felt was subdued even if only slightly. Kale placed his free hand on the back of Kershala's neck and pulled him into an embrace releasing Kershala's tears into his shoulder. Kershala felt Kale's warm lips touch his cheek briefly before he held him tighter. He could feel an overwhelming sympathy coming from Kale, who seemed to fully understand what Kershala needed from him.

"It's okay," he whispered. "They're at peace now."

"Kershala we must preserve their memories before these implants fail as well," said the AI. "I must use your implant to extract them."

"What? Why?" asked Kershala, Anubis had the ability to read directly from any Daoran implant with no issue and had done so before.

"Because of the way these implants were extracted, their receptors are badly damaged and are experiencing extensive system failures. Your implant will provide a stable connection."

"Begin when you are ready."

"Kershala I must warn you, that you will see these memories as they are transferred to my core. It will likely not be pleasant." Kershala pulled back slightly from Kale's embrace to look him in the eye.

"I'm right here," Kale whispered reaching up and wiping at the tears.

"Begin." Kershala steeled himself emotionally as best he could for what was about to come. He knew that he would likely see the memories starting at the most recent as they would be the most prevalent.

He could feel the implant activating and several of the implants on the shelf before them lit up in sequence small blinking lights that represented the start up sequence taking place. The first one hit him like a warrior's fist, a sudden strong fear coming over him as he felt the emotions of a young Daoran taken from their family. Kershala kept his eyes closed and his arms wrapped tightly around Kale, burying his face in his shoulder. He was suddenly seeing through the eyes of the child; he could hear the screams of the family as the Arktora undoubtedly slaughtered them. It was clear that he was hidden somewhere, from his observations most likely on one of the city-ships the Daora travelled on after they evacuated Yaria. The screams went silent and there was a moment of pause before heavy footfalls somewhere nearby echo seemingly all around him. There was a crash as the piece of furniture he was hiding behind was thrown to the side. He turned to run when something grabbed him, as he tried to get away, he felt a burning pain through his arm as the Arktora snapped it. He screamed out for his patriarch, but no one came as he was lifted into the air by his broken arm. He could smell the Arktora's familiar breath on his face as he was held close. The fear overwhelmed him, and he passed out. Kershala let out a breath expecting the next memory to start but he again opened his eyes as the same child. The burning in his arm still present telling him it was the same memory, this time he was dangling from the very apparatus he and Kale had discovered on the ship. He looked down and was easily ten feet off the ground, the Arktora was standing on a platform in front of him with several tools laid out on a table in front of it. The fear intensified and Kershala could feel tears running down his face as the Arktora spoke. He could tell that the child didn't understand the language but could understand what was being said.

"Your family was barely worth the payment I received for destroying them. My benefactor told me I could have you if I killed you. There wasn't enough of the others left for me to make anything out of." The Arktora picked up a vial and loaded it into an injector with a large needle on it. "This will dissolve the connection your implant has to your brain. Its original concoction was quite docile and used in medical surgery. But I have made a few modifications." Kershala couldn't believe what he was hearing, he knew these creatures were monsters but to subject such a helpless being to something so heinous. The child began crying uncontrollably as the Arktora reached out and placed the injector needle just below the implant and fired the injector. His tiny head jerked like it had been punched the injector had hit so hard and violet blood flowed from the injection site. Kershala felt the body begin to seize and shake as the implant's connections were lost. For a Daora, he could imagine nothing more painful, the implant was deeply imbedded in their nervous system. To remove it at all would require the steadiest of hands and hours of surgery, to do it in this manor, it would be as though every pain receptor were being triggered at the same time. Kershala was pulled back to reality by Kale's voice softly saying his name repeatedly and caressing his face.

"Kershala, Kershala it's okay," he said. "Anubis is this safe for his nervous system why are his eyes doing that?"

"He is safe Kale; he is not seeing all of the memories. Only fractions of ones his mind will find easiest to connect to. The transfer is finished." As the AI stopped speaking Kershala felt the implants deactivating one by one. He was thankful he would not have to endure such memories again.

"A child Kale," he cried, "I saw a child, tortured and terrorized in this very room." Kershala was not only filled with sorrow for the child but anger at the monster behind its demise. "Suspended on this very platform." Kershala pulled from Kale's arms and ran over to the arm that suspended the Turaleon. He looked up at the creature tears streaking his face and rage filling his eyes. "I have to…" Kershala activated the implant and began taking heavy scans of the room figuring out its position within the ship but also searching for a weapon. He detected an energy signature among the personal belongings of the victims. He walked to it and reached into a pile of clothing; it was damp inside likely from the humid air but Kershala found the cold steel weapon he was looking for. He pulled it from the pile.

"What is that Kershala?" asked Kale.

"A phase shifting Indarien energy rifle." Kershala held up the large weapon and quickly checked it over letting the warrior in him take over. He removed and replaced the power cell and it quickly reset. "Stay down." Kershala held the weapon up and opened fire on the wall he faced, the florescent energy projectiles hitting several places on the platform sparks began flying from the wall as power conduits were hit but the arm and platform came crashing down. He felt good watching the equipment come crumbling down before him. He quickly checked the weapon and began opening fire on everything in the room that was taken from someone as a trophy by this monster, effectively erasing its legacy from existence. Everything it held at its most dear would be vaporized at the hands of the man who defeated it. He could feel the weapon getting hot as he fired continuously not letting it cool down. The weapon eventually refused to fire as it had overheated, he dropped the weapon and Kale walked over to him. The room was beginning to get uncomfortably warm from the fires that were left burning. Kershala let the weapon fall to the ground, he felt significantly better knowing that there was no longer anything left of what the Arktora had taken from its victims.

"You're gonna show me how to use that thing right?" Kale smiled before leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Let's get out of here before the smoke inhalation gets us." Kershala was happy that Kale didn't seem bothered by his actions, even though he himself knew them to be bordering on unreasonable.

"Once these items have burned beyond repair, activate the fire suppression systems."

"Yes, Kershala." He could tell from the AI's inflection that it was not happy with his actions, but he didn't care it had to be done. He watched as Kale bent down and picked up the weapon before he left the room and went back into the hallway. "Kershala you should know that I have unlocked the ships navigational controls. Please return to the bridge so that we may get underway." Kershala made eye contact with Kale for a few seconds before walking back the way they came toward the lift that would take them to the bridge.

Kale followed Kershala close behind he felt an excitement come over him at the thought of being the first human to travel at speeds faster than light. They walked in silence stopping only at the storage room to grab the tools they had found to start repairs on the AI core. Kale still carried the Indarien energy rifle in his hands, it was surprisingly light feeling as if it was made of plastic rather than the metal its cold feeling would suggest. The rifle was quite comfortable for something designed by another species.

"What do the Indariens look like?" he asked as they stepped into the lift.

"I do not know I have never seen one," Kershala answered as the lift started. "I have heard that they are from a planet with low gravity, so the equipment they design must be light for them to use it. They aren't known for their physical strength." The lift stopped and they stepped onto the bridge. Kershala sat the tools down beside the AI core and walked to the middle of the bridge. "Are you able to get us going?"

"No, the navigation system requires physical input, when I destroyed the cyber warfare suite it disabled the automated subroutines for much of the ship."

"You can't just reenable them?" asked Kale.

"No, the pathways in the main computer are fused." Anubis left the comment hanging, Kale certainly didn't know how to operate a starship but he'd sure as hell be interested in trying.

"I am assuming that you have downloaded the operations library from the ship and can train me how to operate it," said Kershala looking back at the AI core.

"I have accessed the operations manual and it will require the two of us to pilot the vessel. Please step up to the navigational control interface." Kershala stepped up to the interface Kale walked over but stayed out of the way so Kershala could be properly centered. Kershala put his feet in place and a holographic interface activated. Small braces wrapped around Kershala's feet to hold him into place as the interface moved to his hands, he already seemed to know what to do.

"I will bring the ship around. Kale there are devices in place to block the inertia, but I think you would be best suited if you sat down, you may still feel the motion since this will be your first time in space flight." Kale looked at the screen and then back to Kershala, not wanting him to be right but followed his suggestion anyway and sat on the floor. Kershala made a gesture with his hands and the holographic controls responded, suddenly the ship was turning. Kale watched on the screen in awe at how quickly the ship repositioned itself, on the viewer he watched the moon and the sun pass then they appeared to be looking into space. Kale was sure he could see the planets of the Sol system, but they were small at the great distance they were still away from them. The ship began to lurch forward, and it wasn't long before the moon was no longer visible. Kale could tell they were already moving fast but still sub-light. "I am initiating the charging sequence for the FTL drive." Kale could hear a subtle hum coming from somewhere else in the ship even as they raced towards the stars, Mars was now visible off to the left side viewer.

"Kershala you must adjust our orientation, a jump now will put us into the rings of the sixth planet in the system," said Anubis.

"Saturn," Kale whispered in disbelief. Kershala manipulated the interface causing a minor adjustment in the ships heading.

"Fire the FTL drive," said Kershala. Kale took a deep breath and forced himself to keep his eyes open, he wanted to see everything this experience would be.

"I have fired the drive," said Anubis. Kale looked around at the view screen, but nothing changed, at first, he thought that the hardware may only function at sub-light speeds, but it was soon clear that nothing had happened.

"I don't think it worked," said Kale.

"No, it has not. Firing again." There was a silence across the ship as the hum stopped. "According to the interface the engines should be firing."

"Run a diagnostic on your interface," said Kershala.

"Done," said Anubis after a split second, "My interface is operating within acceptable parameters. The engine core seems to have been manually disconnected from the bridge interface." The ship slowed to a stop facing nothing but nameless stars as Kershala stepped out of the interface. "You must go to the engine room and reconnect the interface." Kershala headed to the lift again and Kale quickly followed him.

"Anubis can the lift take us right to the engine room?" asked Kale.

"Yes, it is where I am sending you, it is on its own deck of the ship." The lift door shut behind them, Kale could tell that Kershala was concerned and he knew they probably wouldn't get very far at sub light speeds. The lift jerked into motion and they were moving toward their destination quickly. It wasn't long before the door opened into a corridor that was brightly lit. "Is that odd?" Kershala seemed hesitant to step off the lift.

"Wait here I will see if it is safe." The helmet on his suit activated and he stepped out into the hallway slowly. Strange machinery seemed to line the corridor and as Kershala stepped out there was a sound of something activating.

"Be careful. I hear something." A blue liquid began spraying from points all over the wall Kale could see it was the same consistency as water, Kershala didn't seem to react to it. "Are you okay?" Kale watched as Kershala looked himself over analyzing the liquid.

"I believe it is safe, it appears that this is the decontamination process. It is strange most newer engine systems don't have this concern." Kale stepped out into the hallway and the liquid started flowing over him. They continued down the hallway and after six feet of the liquid being sprayed on them it changed to a warm wind. The liquid dried almost instantly not remaining on their clothes. Kershala deactivated his helmet as they proceeded down the hallway. Another six feet and the wind stopped, being replaced with an intense ultraviolet light. "This is crazy." They came to the end of the corridor and a large metallic circular door began opening slowly. Kershala put himself between Kale and the doorway until he was sure it was safe. The door finished opening and they stepped into a two-story tall room. In the center of the room was a large clear cylinder with a strange light coursing through it. The room itself appeared to be sterile, there was no odour or any sign of dust floating in the air or on the consoles. Where the cylinder met the floor there were several consoles surrounding it. The room was different than the rest of the ship they had seen so far. "This engine system seems to be the only part of the original ship that is unaltered. The ship does not appear to have originally been Shironian."

"It doesn't look like anyone spent a whole lot of time here," said Kale, "Is it normal for a ship like this to be able to function with only one person on board?"

"The Arktora must have had an AI assistant, not unlike Anubis."

"Does that mean Anubis fought its own version of the Arktora when it got attacked?" Kershala seemed almost like he was ignoring the question when he proceeded into the engine room and took a second lift to the bottom level. As Kershala investigated the engine core itself Kale looked about the room. On the far open wall there was a diagram of the engine core, Kale couldn't understand the language in the labelling, but it didn't match the visible language on the other interfaces he had seen.

"This engine is very fast, but the maintenance required for upkeep makes it very inefficient," said Kershala after an analysis with the implant. "It would have to stop and receive major maintenance every five hundred lightyears or so."

"How do you know that?" asked Kale.

"When I was training for fighting, I was taught sciences. The implant and the AI also provide me further insight." Kershala had made his way down to the lower portion of the room and stood at the console. Kale took the small lift in the middle of the platform to join him.

"Can you figure out what's wrong with it?" asked Kale.

"The engines are active the problem is that they are not receiving the signal to engage at light speed from the navigational computer." Kale looked at the engine core and than at the console in front of him. He had no idea how to accomplish what they were looking at. He didn't like feeling helpless, but he was certainly in over his head.

"This stuff couldn't be farther from anything I could help you with. The only thing I can even suggest is that do you know if its something that's physically severed from the computer or is the signal being actively blocked." Kershala smiled at him and looked from the console to the core.

"You are so much greater than from where you came." Kershala tapped in a few commands on the console. The display in front of him changed something red was flashing. Kale smiled to himself as Kershala worked. "I am going to restart the entire engine core."

"Are you sure that will work Kershala?" the AI spoke from around them. "What if you cannot get the reaction chamber to start again?"

"It will be fine." Kershala walked over to another console and began punching in a sequence on the board. The reaction and movement in the engine core chamber began to slow and change as he worked. "Kale come here; I require an additional set of hands." Kale was surprised but was quickly at Kershala's side excited to be able to help at all. "When I give you the signal, I need you to enter the following sequence into this console." Kale watched Kershala's hands and fingers moving across the console surprisingly the sequence didn't seem that difficult.

"Okay. Does it matter how fast I do it?"

"No, as long as the sequence is what I showed you." Kershala walked back to the first console and Kale took position. He stared at the interface running what Kershala had shown him over and over in his head shadowing his hands over the haptics he would need to hit. Kershala began using the interface and Kale could hear the engine core reacting, he didn't look up as he didn't want to miss his chance or forget the sequence. The core suddenly went silent and Kershala continued interacting with the console. "Okay Kale now." Kale quickly entered in the sequence as he was shown, as he hit the final part, he looked up at the engine core, it went fully black and the room silent.

"Shit what did I do?" asked Kale thinking he had messed up the sequence. There was suddenly a clacking sound from somewhere above them and the core flickered to life. The blackness of the core slowly taken over by the light that once filled it, the reacting light inside began flickering as it had before jumping around chaotically inside the clear tube. Kershala smiled at him.

"Good job."

"You could have told me what to expect, I thought I just doomed us to drift in space forever," Kale laughed.

"Did that fix the interface on the bridge?" asked Kershala.

"Yes, I believe it is now active," Anubis answered. Kale and Kershala quickly made their way back to the lift to the bridge.

"I can't believe we just fixed the ship with turning it off and turning it on again," Kale laughed.

"Why is that?" asked Kershala.

"It's just… never mind." Kershala shrugged as they stepped into the lift. It started quickly and Kale could feel his excitement rising. It wasn't long before they stepped off the lift, Kershala headed to the interface immediately and he was locked in. Kale sat beside him on the floor and looked to the viewscreen. The holographic interface activated and as Kershala manipulated it the ship was once again moving. The familiar hum began to sound as the engines were readied for the jump.

"Activate the FTL jump." Kale felt the ship moving briefly as the jump was initiated. He quickly felt incredibly lightheaded, he felt himself lay back on the floor before he lost consciousness. While he was out, he could feel Kershala moving him to a different position. "Kale can you hear me?" Kershala's voice was low and calming, Kale felt him hoist him to his lap when he started to come to. Kershala's warm hand rested on his face as he opened his eyes and attempted to sit up. "Easy," Kershala stopped him from sitting forward, "your body is getting used to being at FTL speeds. How do you feel?"

"Just a bit dizzy," Kale smiled up at Kershala. "Is it like this for everyone?"

"Not really, but humans have never travelled at these speeds before. There's nothing to compare your experience to." Kershala rested his hand on Kale's chest and looked down his body.

"Are we still moving?" he asked trying to get a look at the main viewer.

"Yes. Once the course is set it can travel with little interference from the pilot."

"Where are we going? You never did say."

"I've put taken us to a place in open space between star systems for now. We will be there in a couple of hours. Then we can plot our next move and I can begin to repair the AI." Kale stared up at the man holding him the way the light hit him made him want to reach out and just touch him. It had been a long time since Kale had felt his lips against Kershala's and the more he thought about it the more he yearned for it. He reached up and rubbed his chest over the fabric of suit he wore and Kershala looked down at him. It wasn't long before the look in his eyes changed and he bent down, their lips met, and Kale wrapped his arm around Kershala's neck. The kiss quickly became more passionate, the taste of Kershala's saliva driving Kale ever forward. Without losing their connection Kale sat up and slowly climbed onto Kershala pushing him down onto the floor as he kept with his intentions. Kershala's hands gliding their way across Kale's body.

"Would it be terrible if we did it right here on the bridge?" Kale breathed pressing his forehead to Kershala's, the dizzy feeling subsided with his distraction.

"It could never be…" Kershala trailed off kissing Kale on the cheek a couple of times before finding his way to his lips again.

"Should something go wrong during the operation of the ship you would be vulnerable, please find another location for this activity," said Anubis. Kale had all but forgotten about the AI's recent disdain for him in the last few weeks, since it had not been vocal of its opinion. Kale kissed Kershala again before pulling back and slowly getting to his feet.

"Let's go down to that living quarters we found. At least there's a bed," Kale suggested. He steadied himself on one of the consoles nearby still not having fully recovered from the loss of consciousness. Kershala stood up, his frustration with the situation showing in his features.

"Kershala I may also still require your assistance with the navigational system." Kershala slammed a hand down on the nearby console out of frustration.

"It is right. We should remain focused on our current situation." He came to Kale and rested his hands on his waist leaning into his body. "I want to feel you so bad though." Kershala spoke through a deep breath.

"It's okay," Kale ran his hand through Kershala's hair and kissed his ear. "I'm still not going anywhere." Kershala nuzzled into Kale's face before abruptly pulling away as if it was difficult for him to do so. Kale had never had someone be so passionately into him before and he was really growing to like it. "So, where do we go, once we're into open space?"

"We must eventually deal with my hunter, but we need help there is no way I can take it on my own," said Kershala.

"We may find the Daoran resistance willing to aid us," said Anubis.

"There's a Daoran resistance?" Kale was under the very grim impression that Kershala was likely the last of his kind. "Why didn't you tell me about them?" Kershala didn't speak but just turned away it was clearly a sore topic for him.

"The Patriarch of Kershala's family was forced out by the resistance as they thought it would be too dangerous for them to keep us around," explained Anubis.

"I do not think they would help us, they had too many lives to protect and thought that the demon was only after me and my family. They are under the impression that once they get all of us, they will leave the rest of the Daoran's alone. They are foolish, they would rather be forever adrift in space as nomads then to return to our home world and fight for its freedom."

"Doesn't sound like much of a resistance." Kale couldn't believe that after everything he had learned about the Daoran people that they would leave one of their own out to die on his own. "Sounds more like a bunch of pacifists."

"They would likely not call themselves the resistance anymore."

"How do you know they wouldn't help us? Everything you've told me about your people says they will help us. What if we could offer them something that they never thought they'd ever see?"

"My thought precisely, Kale," said Anubis, "No Daoran has ever fought an Arktora and lived to tell about it. No Daoran has gained access to the personal computer of an Arktora before. The information contained on its personal computer alone should be enough to entice the resistance leaders into a new thought. Kershala you are now the greatest warrior in the Daoran race, they will follow you."

"Do you even know where to find them?" asked Kershala turning to the AI.

"I have the last location of the Typhonus city ship."

"And you are sure that it is still in one piece?"

"Kershala that is information that is impossible to know for certain." Kale could tell that Kershala really didn't want to go to these people the whole ordeal seemed to be bringing out his less desirable character traits. Kershala stayed silent and entered the navigational interface interacting with it. Kale could see on the view screen that the ship was changing course and he wondered where this ship was located.

"How long will it take us to get there?" he asked.

"It will take us little more than a day to reach the system they were last known to be in." Kershala stayed in the navigational interface and Kale got the feeling he was pouting over the decision they had reached. Kale stayed quiet and sat down next to him with the Indarien rifle in hand. He looked the rifle over trying to get a feel for how to use it. It seemed practical for him to become familiar with firearms since he likely wouldn't be able to fight hand to hand with most things, they were likely to encounter.