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[A bone-white faceplate and unequal yellow lenses, framed by blue and gunmetal. Might be human, two eyes, at least two arms, none of it sitting still. A deep, resonant voice filters through the mask from an unseen source, slow and deliberate, rising and falling in an almost sing-song tone.]

So. A little tin can, out in space. Collecting all the flotsam it can find.

[The words gradually come faster, more staccato as he goes.]

Dirty. Grimy. Primitive. Using spin gravity! Not even the oldest, most decrepit ship in the fleet would spin like this. Would barely be worth notice. Not important.

Except.

[The mask looms too close over the communicator, filling the view with white and glowing yellow.]

I am now here. And someone will tell me why.

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Hey, this is the party station, alright? We're here for a good time, not a long time.

I know a good time when I see it. Doesn't include anyone abducting me, though.

[But that other part.] Not long. A way out? Or do you just mean death? Not gonna happen. I've got better things to do with my time than that.

Hahaha

Both, probably. You guys are notoriously short-lived, you know? Though to be fair, people come back to life here if they die too, so like, it'll hardly even be a big inconvenience for you, probably.

Still hurts like a bitch, though.

No, I don't. Tell me more, [he replies, voice flat and contemptuous. 'Notoriously short-lived', ha ha, yes. Yes, remind him more of the Cloning Decay Syndrome he's not curing at the moment because he's stuck here. Excellent.

Thank the Queens he's easily distracted.]

People coming back from the dead. How dead? Had-a-heart-attack dead or crushed-into-a-tiny-sphere-by-magical-lizards dead?

[It's okay, Lucifer catches the bitterness but doesn't know the context. Mortality sucks though, so he gets it.]

Hm, you know that's a good question. I've only experienced having my heart impaled and my mind decomposing, but I wonder what others have died from.

Technically survivable. [At least he thinks, minds decomposition sounds like it could just be a psychotic episode rather than brainrot. And people get new hearts all the time!

Though that implies better tech than he's seen so far, at least.]

Where's it being done? Is there a surgical ward? A lab? [Please let there be a lab.]

Not for an angel.

[It wasn't not a psychotic episode. Since he took a bite out of Minato and was found lapping blood up off of the floor after chasing him into a room.]

It's just done right where you fall. You come back without being touched at all! Pretty great, if you ask me. Or inconvenient, if you're used to killing your personal problems away.

Too bad for you. [With the proper attention, a Grineer didn't even need a heart. Look at Vay Hek! He was a screaming head in an on-again/off-again relationship with a giant robot parrot body. And Hek certainly proved you didn't need much of a mind to keep going, no, none at all.]

Without being touched. That's--[Well. He did know what could do that. Those Infested walking squids. Ancients. The ones that could heal other Infested just by proximity. This sounded a lot like that.]--Do others near the bodies get healed as well? Any tumors? Anyone turning gray and spore-filled? [Look, he'd been more careful about studying the Infestation than Tengus, but that didn't mean it had gone well for everybody.]

Nah, nothing like that. You just come back. Patched up, good as new.

[At least he was good as new. He'd never really bothered looking into how others had revived.]

Like nothing ever happened. Doesn't clean up the blood, though. [The fifth floor still reeked of it. It was almost comforting in a way.]

Bloodstains are just a fact of life. [Anyway! he was itching to ask more questions.]

How long does it take? Does it just work on the dead? [Because he has some parts that could use a once-over. And what did it count as dead, anyway? How did it monitor that? And why? If he kicked someone out an airlock, what would happen?

He needed to make a list. Keep track of ideas for quick and cheap experiments to work on while he was bereft of proper lab equipment.]

I think it was just a few minutes.

[Katou was still there, after all.] It does seem to only work on the dead. Or at least, it didn't help when a guy's finger fell off, or when my wings rotted off. Only once I was put down was I fixed up.

Came back to life right where I fell.

Very convenient. [That will mean any experiments will be quick and easy to replicate!]

Wings. You have wings. [Right, then!] Congratulations! You're the first thing here that's delivered on the promise of finding something interesting in this rusty crab bucket. Going to have to find out more about your anatomy.

It was pretty awkward, actually. You get impaled and then just... wake up on the guy who did it. You know?

[He shrugs. It was WHATEVER. In the past now.]

Great! What do I win?

It depends on what I have time for! And what tools this space bucket's got clattering around in its awful, greasy depths.

[And what he has the energy for. He did just get savaged by lizards. At least he came out better than his poor Manics. He saw a piece of one go flying by at one point, still laughing. Oh well. At least they had fun while they lasted.]

[Lucifer will remember this.]

Guess I'll have to see what's lying around! I'm sure we've got something fun lying somewhere. There IS a hangar with flying things in it, presumably.

[Tyl probably won't!]

There's ships? Nothing that will get anywhere worth mentioning, or this place wouldn't be cut off. But I can work with that. Maybe.

Ngh, it's all so inconvenient. Apart from that 'resurrection' thing, obviously, that needs to be studied.

No one is precisely sure. But if you find someone you can make that demand of, do let the rest of us know, please.

Oh. This sort of thing. [He sounds disappointed. Not with this 'Thomas' person, but with the universe in general.]

A mysterious construct. Abandoned, festering, waiting for some poor, stupid souls to trip over it and wake it up, ready to trap and tweak with anyone it can reach.

Sound about right? [Because this sounds like the sort of nonsense that certain formerly living colleagues of his used to salivate over.

...Yes, he did something similar himself, but that was different. He survived poking a different kind of mysterious construct, when no one else had dared.]

Sounds close enough to me. Though I don't know what the hell the selection criteria is. Some of us are alive, some of us are dead. Some from the future, some the past. Some do magic and some know full well there's no such thing.

[An expansive shrug.]

Sorry. Welcome aboard.

Urgh. [He shakes his head, disgusted. This had better not be random bad luck, being selected, or he would be deeply offended.]

These dead people. How many pieces are they in? Any golden light, ranting about 'secrets of the Void'?

One, from what I've seen?

And, er- no? Not to me?

Go talk to Bodhi, he knows more than I do.

[Oh good, Vor's not here.] You have no idea how lucky you are. That bisected old coot's been stealing soldiers every chance he gets.

[Still trapped, though. With dead people. Might as well find out what that's about.

...and wait.] This place is taking people from the future. [Really. The dead and magical he could absolutely believe, but that?] That seems unlikely.

Or the past.

I suppose that part comes down to a matter of perspective. Me, being from 1976, that would be the past.

[An expansive shrug.]

I try not to judge.

[He stops fidgeting for a moment, trying to parse that sentence. He gives up almost instantly.] I'm sure this "nineteen seventy-six" is very meaningful to you. Not me. No clue what that is.

[And he does judge. Freely and emphatically.]

It's the date. The year.

Doesn't matter; if you don't know it, you're certainly not from my when. Which makes us one of us from the other one's future, or each of us from very different worlds entirely.

Oh, that. No surprise someone from the past would use a dated dating system.

So, different times for everyone. Station might be stealing people, holding them in stasis until it wants them, or according to whatever glitch it's choking on.

[And as self-centered as he is, he's not willing to discount the idea that he's been kept under for a long time.]

If I get back home and find the Grineer in pieces, someone will pay for it.

Don't know what the Grineer is, but sure. Sounds good.

[Agreeing, cheerily.]

Everything else about the station pretty clear?

[Oh for--] You're talking to one. Is this your first time? [What a piteous state of affairs. That means this human's from a ludicrously long time ago, or lived under a particularly boring rock. In another, unloved dimension, maybe, if all that talk was true. Couldn't decide which, or in what combination.]

No. Nothing's clear, and I can't stand it. Need to figure it out. [He glares at the nearest wall, for lack of anything better to glare at.] But unless it's hiding something more visceral under all that metal, it's not my field. I know biology. Genetics. Cybernetics to hold it all together. Not harebrained engineering.

Sure.

[He agrees, mildly, eyebrows lifting ever so slightly.]

I wish I could tell you who to talk to, but the place keeps us spinning around trying to survive so much that people haven't been able to get far under the surface. I don't think you'll meet anyone on board who isn't a little bit lost in the dark.

I believe others have already informed you that we are still unsure why we are here or even how we've arrived here.

You mentioned spin gravity and a fleet of ships... Do you have experience with space travel? Are any of these star systems or the planet familiar to you?

Yes. No. No idea where this is. Got to be Void travel, nothing else works so fast. But that's all in-system destinations. No one's gone further. Can't just jump to another star without rails, someone had to build out to here first.

Or build from here to home. [Like with the Sentients. But this looks nothing like their ruined bodies or tombs, too plain. Had to be someone else. Someone new. Or someone even older.]

Don't like it. Queens won't, either. Too many implications. Complications.

Void travel? [He canted his head to the side, obviously interested.] I don't have any records using that term. Would you mind explaining it?

[A small, circular LED on his right temple flickered yellow for a moment before returning to a pale blue as his brow furrowed in thought.]

Can individuals Void travel? Or only spacecrafts?

[It was another theory among many to add to the list if individuals could be, basically, teleported from one place to another.]

Not my field, don't know the physics, [He waves a hand dismissively.] Void's laws and constants aren't the same. Traveling's faster. Go in, follow a path to a terminal, exit. Keeping things in there's possible, no one remembers how.

Not people. Not really. Well--no. Complicated, but no. Ships crack open in the Void, nasty results. Almost never get them back.

Portals, though. The Orokin had portals straight into their Towers, hanging in the Void like spiders. Might be like that. Can't use it jump to another real place, though. [Only teleportation does that, and that's short-range. Lots of limitations. He thinks. He could only speculate about most of this stuff. Again, not a physicist.

...But he really should have stolen more data from Vor's project files when he had the chance.]

[Connor, admittedly, finds it incredibly difficult to follow what the stranger is saying. The way he jumps from thought to thought is a lot to process and he finds himself pausing for a long moment, LED spinning and flickering, before he responds.]

A ship is required? Then Void travel is unlikely to be the way we arrived here.

[Had he understood that correctly? He was moderately confident that he had. The rest of what Tyl had said was a confusing jumble of references he was unable to really understand.]

Unless there's any gigantic glowing doors this station's hiding, yes, it needs a ship.

[Tyl is... not very good at talking to people. He's good at talking, yes, certainly, he can do that for ages, but making himself understood is not his strong point.]

In principle, though, wider view, might not need one. Void travel does because the Void tries so very hard to kill things. It's just the only other dimension the Orokin ever reached. Take the same techniques, cut a path to less murderous universes, and it might not need a ship.

The thing I really can't figure out: how'd they manage this with a tiny little station--much smaller than Grineer rails--how'd they manage it, but still didn't install gravity? They punch holes in the universe but can't bend their own just a little? Why?

You are correct, at least when it comes to the areas of the ship that we've gained access to.

[The LED on the side of his temple flickered again as he tried to process what Tyl was trying to say to him.]

... How... how would traveling through another universe allow for quicker travel?

[Becuase they've all been teleported here somehow and all from, seemingly, different universes. And all with no ships that anyone knew of.]

I believe the station has been damaged in some way. From some of the evidence we've found, it's possible that the engine they used has caused some kind of unexpected collateral damage.

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