COMMAND: UM: Ask who UNE is and what he/she has to do with the SPACE RIP TECHNOLOGY.
<UM THE SLINK SNAKE>
Excuse me. I am sure others didn't catch that, but... who's UNE you mentioned? And what he has to do with the SPACE RIP TECHNOLOGY?
<QUO>
Oh, it a very sob-filled tale. Certainly you don't want to hear me ramble on how precious its life is to dear poor me...
<UM>
Yes, I do.
<QUO>
Ok. Une died of salt poisoning. The end.
<ENER>
*snickers*
<MADDOX>
Don't make me kick your furry ass, dog...
<UM>
Uuhh... it wasn't that sad. More like sadly pathetic.
<QUO>
Oh, of course not. It was a joke. Get it?
<ENER>
I did :3
<QUO>
Now you're catching on.
<WOOLI>
I can't help but feel like wanting to molt out of my cold dead exteriors.
<UM>
So do I. GET ON WITH IT!
<QUO>
Ok, sorry. Une was my Olyn slug life mate. You could call it a husband or wife to you gender-determined species. Hot and mad in love, we were for years. Une was the one who pulled me out of isolation and loneliness after my parents died and... truth to be told... Une was the one who spearheaded the whole crusade to rally prejudiced species for basic civil and cultural rights. Of course, I helped champion their efforts with my family's fortune and know-how around the upper-class economy and politics. Then Une became quite ill... no, not terminally ill, but genetically ill with Urburn Disease.
<UM>
Oh, the Slug Tiredness Disease?
<QUO>
Yep. Une had to step down from spearheading the civil rights movement, leaving me basically in charge or at least as an inspirational figure. I wanted to do more than that so I purchased a SHIP. This one, in fact. It quite old, but she still got some magic in it. I refurbished it into the Science Research Vessel. Une fondly regarded it as the
Of Empathy in which it is the lighting of the beacon for all who are born in this harsh reality.
But shortly after, Une died of accidental salt poisoning.
<UM>
Oh for the...
<QUO>
That wasn't a joke.
...
..
.
Of course, it was all an accident. We were eating in restaurant where we ordered some hot sludge soup. The order got mixed up and was served with deadly quantity of salt. Some species can handle huge amount of salts. Some actually required them. Us slug couldn't. Une received and ate the spiked soup and it wasn't until when he began to convulse right in front of me that I knew he's dying rapidly. I tried to give him medications to counteract the salts, but there's so much in his system that I couldn't even save him.
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
That was the last thing he said to me right before he died. I was... miserable for days. Depressed. In the dark. All of cliche sad-sap things you could think up of. I began to loathe that restaurant and all of the sludge soups that remind me of Une's death. The restaurant that haplessly killed off one of the leading civil rights figures was under huge backlash and got burned with countless lawsuits. I know that restaurant took away my Une... but it didn't meant to.
After few months of soul searching, I publicly forgave the restaurant with no ill-wills.
Huge controversy, yes. But I had to let go of that resentment. It brought me some filling of peace, but I was still hollow on the inside. Alone. The only other passion I have is this ship, the
Of Empathy, where it sort of became a memorial of Une.
*sigh...*
<UM>
It still wasn't enough.
<QUO>
No. I began to abuse the ship's meanings, images, and standings by accepting Fringe Science Experiments, hoping that whatever accomplishments that change and improve our galactic society will fills just a bit more in my mortal shell. I used the ship as platform for accepting variety of species so I can maintains my stance behind their civil rights movement. Of course, it just all giant squalid ball of fec... but when I saw the SPACE RIP TECHNOLOGY, I began to see its potentially revolutionary applications for our Order of Earth (ORE) and the vast xenobiological galactic civilizations of Aerospace Relations Confederation (ARC).
Listen up, children... for this is important and may concerns the lives of us all.
The SPACE RIP TECHNOLOGY is the unique fusion of most sophisticated technologies available with some of most powerful arcane magics found in the wide universe of Vast Reach. Very few magical species of the Vast Reach... the Pracorians, the Plenncians, the Yenllas, the Quents... have the power to teleport and transport themselves through spacetime from one location to another.
From planet to planet.
From galaxy to galaxy.
From universe to universe.
Even from one reality to another.
You see, not even the standardized TRANS-LIGHT ENGINE could do that in an instant. The Faster-than-Light travel takes a long time to reach destination within days... weeks... even months. With the SPACE RIP TECHNOLOGY, we could cover the whole distance in just... SPAN OF SECONDS.
<MADDOX>
And everything in existence will be networked together into one fucking civilized existence.
<QUO>
For peace, justice, life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. It would fills my empty void for rest of my life... But instead, THIS happened.
Maddox: Ask Quo what the hell did he need that cigar for.
<MADDOX>
And speaking of THIS being happened... why did you send us for the FREAKING USELESS CIGAR?
<QUO>
Aahh... allow me to explain in few pointers:
1) I didn't know that the ORANGE BOX contains that CIGAR.
2) The ORANGE BOX is from Une.
3) This was suppose to be a present for my Hatchday (Birthday) before Une died.
4) I never opened it all along...
This CIGAR is my special favorite CABUN CIG brand. Une and I always shared them together for very special occasions. He always gives me the SPECIAL DELUXE CABUN CIG for my Hatchday every cycle. Now that I see this gift of his once more, long after his death...
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
Mmmmmmm... Now to get this Situation done and to be done with.
All right, guys and gals.
I GOT A PLAN.
<BENARD>
One step ahead of you! Ka-Ley, let take this recording to the Engineer. It would know what to do now!