Episode 35- Just some explosions, nothing much.

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"That was a nice one, nothing grand but still good. What next… hmmm…" Wit's musings ended as an explosion shook the Hyperion.

Standing up from his face flat on the floor position, he tried to discern where the explosion occurred. Just as he concluded: more far than close, another, this time smaller, but also stronger explosion shook the ship. Wit fell flat once again, shouting a curse as he kissed the ground yet again.

He lifted himself over again, and remembering something looked around. "Where is it… oh where…" After a bit of searching, he found his phone under the bed. "The screen isn't cracked, it's working just fine. Uff…" He quickly put it in a small compartment, hiding it inside a towel. "Now it will be completely safe."

He turned around, facing the metallic door to his room, and listened for a second. "Yep, I hear a very strong draft alright."

Wit pushed the button, causing the doors to slide open. Gripping the frame tightly, he leaned out, looking left and right. "Only the sound of wild wind blowing in, not out. Luckily, the corridor doors are closed, so it's relatively safe, for now."

Emerging from his safe space, he cautiously started walking towards the roaring air, and the smoldering bits of the ship's hull which were embedded into the walls and ceiling, the rest was probably sucked out.

Gripping all the jutting edges for safety, he finally saw not only the hole, but outside it as well. In the air, the supposedly enemy ships were retreating, at last those that remained. Far, far lower on the ground some gold and blue dots shined, but from this distance, Wit was unable to really see what was happening.

"And what should I do with this hole? The moment I or someone else opens one of the corridor doors, we will be blown away, probably to our deaths." He pondered, the stroking of a chin was absent of course, as any other gestures. Additionally, the air whipped his face so much that squinted eyes were almost too much to bear, the air stabbing his eyelids with daggers.

"I don't have any spare parts or tools to patch it up… hmmm… But, I have an idea."

"Organism Abathur, arrived."

Dobromir opened one eye, then the other. The creature before him certainly showed the zerg's… zergines. He stood up, from his laing position, followed by the infected on his right. The big zergling on the side remained as she was, just looking slightly up at the new arrival.

"Let's get it over with quickly, I want You to make Him a zerg architect, like you, without changing his current form." He showed with his thumb , who just stared blankly. Just because he was slowly regaining some of his impulses, didn't mean he became any sort of intelligent, or aware, for that matter.

"Command contradictory. Human mind limited. Without change, can't become me."

"I don't want a second evolution master. Rather, an adept. With those limit's of course."

"Inefficient, pointless. Only Master useful. Not half minded individual."

"Kerrigan ordered you to help me, for a short time. Do what I asked for, and your task will be done. You can return to Kerrigan after this, and sink your claws into evolution once again." That was one of the individuals that Dobromir probably won't ever get along with. Zero emotion, zero potential for conversation. Even scientists back home were easier to talk to, you just had to wait until they awakened from their overdue sleep, and talk to them before they returned to their research.

This creature? It wasn't a workaholic, work is the sense of existence for… him? it? Basically, Abathur is just to get things done, probably in a very non caring way.

"Waste of time" Complained Abathur, but began his work nonetheless. With a quick use of his psionic capabilities, he compelled the infested to follow him. They quickly approached one of the hives, after which the infested was put into a cocoon almost instantly.

Dobromir watched him work, a little bit of disgust mirroring his face. Abathur was getting all over the big green pod, touching and prodding in a lot of places. "At last it will end quickly, and we can ignore each other right after."

'Hiss'

"WHOAAAA! Ugh…"

Ziemowit quickly catched the flying technician, holding to the jutting edge of the corridor for their dear lives. The open door created a powerful gust of wind, which unfortunately for them was trying to suck them out. After a few terror-filled seconds, the automatic doors slid closed, throwing the technician back to the ground, who let out an "Oooff", meeting the door with a 'thud' and a 'clang'.

"Hooo boy, that was close. I am still patching this big gaping hole, so better be ultra careful."

The man raised himself from the floor, trying to calm his hyperventilation from the near death experience. He looked at his savior, who was definitely smaller than him. The voice was… hard to pinpoint, but the ominous glowing mask definitely added some seriousness to the whole person standing before him.

"Thanks for the save, really! You are the… colony's envoy, right?" It really couldn't be anyone else, really. There was only one being this small on the Hyperion, after all. "Did your tools get sucked out?"

"What tools?" Wit tilted his head.

"I mean, you had to patch the hole with something…" he looked at it, and it was… covered by something? Two large masses created and X and by the offshoots on them they appeared to be… mushrooms?! "What?"

"I didn't have any tools, so I just started growing fungi over the hole. I thought it would shoot out and cover everything in minute tops, but it takes its sweet time. I think it would take half an hour for the mass to completely cover the disaster."

"I heard that Po'Midorians are quirky but… that's something else. Anyways, I am Kaczynsky, again, thanks for the save." He didn't really know how to express his gratitude correctly, there were as many gestures as they were people after all. A few gestures stopped in tracks, and even bowing did cross his mind.

"If it isn't a very familiar sounding name. Here." Seeing his awkwardness, he extended his hand, creating the opportunity for a handshake.

The Technician took his small hand with both of his and shook energetically. "It's really good to meet you, considering the circumstances!"

Wit retracted his hand, before it would be ripped out of its socket. "Anyway, you will have to wait until this thing covers this nice window. You better warn others away from this corridor, I don't know if I will be fast enough to catch someone next time."

Kaczynsky immediately whipped out his communicator and sent out the warnings. After this, he looked again at Wit. "So, what now?"

"We wait." was his reply, accompanied by sitting down and resting his head against the wall.

Looking over his work critically, and seeing many problems he let out a "Hmph." Instantly burrowing underground the one of a kind creature disappeared completely.

Correctly assuming the work was done, Dobromir walked over to the pod. It was enclosed in a brown mass that looked like… weird claws? Or maybe the closed mouth of some creature weirder than zerg. His second in command joined, the curiosity winning over the gained laziness.

At the beginning, the brown… shell? Was just sitting around, doing nothing. But, when Dobromir started walking towards it, inaction became a reaction. First it began gently pulsing, then it gradually changed to violent shaking. Upon standing just before the pod, the oddball leader of the oddball zerg stopped, and stared.

The brown claws/mouth things split open, receding and leaving only one… vine, to hold the… grape? Through the thick green substance a figure was floating inside, its body still. Then, it's face began violently twitching, the eyes, mouth, cheeks, everything. With a jerk forward, the eyes suddenly opened, glowing an… off-yellow color. As in, mirroring Dobromir own, but, less like a sun, and more like a pastel, more easier on the eyes.

The infected inside the pod shot his monstrous hand forward, piercing the wall of the chrysalis with a crack. He moved it left and right, finally destroying the pod, stumbling upon the jagged edge and falling flat on his face. He quickly stood up, saluting to Dobromir, and with a garbled noise saying "commander!", which was a strange mix between a garbled word and a somewhat unclear psionic voice, marred by too many echoes.

"Aia, too much. We will need to work over your voice, so it doesn't hurt my ears."

The infected looked down on his feet, dropping his salute, ashamed.

"Don't worry, we all start somewhere. I am giving you a day off, to get acclimated with… everything." He waved his hand around in the air, aimlessly.

Mister Bit nodded his head and slowly started walking away. He needed to work on himself.

Dobromir looked at his zergling companion. She was making a weird face, probably a zerg version of grimacing. "Really grating voice, isn't it?" His reply was a nod of her head.

"Alright, I think I'll start working over at the command center. Some caring touches are needed there very badly."

"No gachas games in your life? I know that the gacha part is problematic but it also usually means that the world is good, the story is better and Character's the best, they have to entice you with something, after all."

"I was tempted a few times, but you know, there are so many games to play that I already have, be it for the first time, or a short term comeback. Still, not as much time as a wish I have."

"That's how life works, my comrade in misery. That's just life."

They sat around in silence. Kaczynski looked at his companion, who for some reason, was leaning with his hat on, meaning he was constantly balancing, and for "What?"

"What what?"

"Why don't you take off your headgear?"

"It's my secret, but suffice to say, I can't take it off, and it looks too cool to damage it."

"I guess." They returned to the silence once more. It was a comfortable lack of words, no pressure to keep the conversation going. One of their gazes kept wandering, before finally snapping to attention.

"I don't hear the wind's howling, how's the hole?" They both looked at it, then stood up to behold this patch in all its glory.

"Job's done, I guess. After some time, the shroom will harden significantly, but I don't know how will it far in a space."

"I'll flag it in the system. It was nice chatting with you bro, but there are still other things to be done." With a wave of hand, Kaczynsky quickly disappeared, vanishing behind closed doors.

"Bro, huh?" Wit was slowly walking towards his room. "I have this really, really wickedly nice idea… but I must do my research on the Bro-dom." Some time later, faint giggles and cackling would be heard from behind the closed doors. It's not like anyone would listen in anyway.

'Ping!, Ping! Ping!'

"I'm going, I'm going, don't rush Trixie!"

'Ping! Pin-'

"What an annoying sound." She was sitting, as usual, by her table, hunched over the observer. "Which was this one again? Hmm… Hm… Aha! Trixe remembers! The homeland of our ancestors. Now, let's take a closer look…"

The ocular remained empty. "Wow, the distance is really, really long, if the image is still loading, let's wait patiently…" Trixie immediately whipped out her tablet, and started reading something. After maybe twenty minutes, the ocular started blinking, drawing her attention yet again.

Slowly, like a person emerging from the shadows, a shape, or rather a grand many shapes started emerging. "The speed of rendering is just terrible… Wait, is that?! OOO MYY GOD, it's… WOW just… WOW! Trixie officially is overwhelmed."

After exclaiming that, she fell flat on her back, instantly losing consciousness.

Author's:

Sorry for the late update, but it's here, at last.