Miya closed her eyes and crossed her arms, attempting to concentrate despite her comms device's numerous conversations and commands. While some officers were performing security sweeps around the ship and ground floor, the command line ordered total seizures of the air space and background checks of the civs in the area.
This was standard procedure, so Miya decided to drain all of that out and instead listened to the debrief from the stand-by NOSAJ, an elite group of technologists involved in sciences and technology rivaled to their peers in Aqu Rol. Though Aqu Rol primarily served as a research and dex-tech sector for Aestero Pol, when it came to situations where an anomaly occurred, almost without explanation, considerable input from experts is crucial to furthering action.
“Hajeem. The technology is quite fascinating. A brief expulsion of matter follows the suspension of molecules at a specific point.”
“Hajeem. It seems the energized particles are grouped and then compounded into a mechanical system. All energy, at an atomic level, is forever providing kinetic energy through vibrations, which could lead to propulsion at any distance in the field. This could perhaps explain why the initial blast confined to a point then released in that same instance.”
“Hajeem. Furthermore, the collides of the particle and anti-particle pairs emerged from the empty space, something created from nothing… Electromagnetism and gravitation combined to create a region of zero… Truly wonderful indeed.”
“Hajeem. Energy and time… Position and momentum… Orientation and angular momentum… Spaces and stance… All seemingly distrupted in this strong eletrical field. What an oddity — only explained as uttermost nothingness.”
“Hajeem. Entanglement, without the use of transmitting data but changing that data to matter then it’s former self… But even then, how would it be instantaneous? Can we even be certain that they truly moved to another place entirely and are unharmed?”
“Hajeem… Questions, so many questions… In need of further fieldwork… Data… Constants… Models…”
Miya opened her eyes and shook her head. Despite the NOSAJ team’s inscrutable readings, it was clear some of the best minds in the galaxy were unsure and perhaps even shaken by the irregularities.
One of the scientists talked about propulsion which I can definitely vouch for. Even the particle displacement was evident from the weird anomalies before the sesnir’s disappearance. The truth of the matter is we don’t know where they are or if they’re possibly even alive after something like that happened to them. We don’t even know if both the occurrences have any relationship other than the absurdities surrounding them are similar.
A noise, similar to water being flushed down a running drain, comes from the hatch at the front of the room as the sapphire-blue metal casing covering the door sludges into liquid onto the floor. The circular door unlocked with a set of clinks and was blown open with a broad floor of smoke.
Several of the ESC-9 soldiers from outside the hall clambered in, their large black boots clanking along the exterior until they surrounded the far reaches of the room.
Through the white smog, a pair of individuals that wore long and black alloy-woven parkas approached Miya. The front-most of the two was a well-built man with a rubicund complexion and a solemn demeanor surrounding him. His subordinate had a cubic-shaped head but no face. Along with that distinction, they also had white and black glowing lines traced along their amorphous yet humanoid figure—A Xaqrek, a highly intelligent and autotrophic species known to work well within the Mlynan Bureau. The small circles on their crown and dark, hardened exterior on their back and upper arms meant they were female.
“Good starvas Patroller Miya, or should I refer to you as Xarzallon.” The Xar’cih man introduced himself with a grin.
Miya looked across the man’s coat for any insignia, badges, or rank identifiers though unable to find one. The man followed her gaze and performed a hearty laugh.
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“Safara! Safara! It’s been a while since anyone’s looked me over for my accolades. But I assure you I’m the man in charge here.”
Miya glanced up at his face, noticing the three crimson metal implants above his left cheek. Her eyes widened, and she clicked her heels together.
“Lyndova-nol! I’m appreciative of the time granted here to assist in the security excursion. What could I do to serve Aestero Pol further-“
Lyndova raised his hand in the air, causing Miya to stop and step to the side at ease.
“No need for formalities. I’ve been told about your bluntness to authority from my Leherete. Though I’m surprised, not many officers know of Nexerian crests. But given your background, it would be impossible for you not to.”
Miya rolled eyes her eyes.
Only an idiot wouldn't be able to identify a Nexerian kuif. Though I suppose if you haven't gone to a war cluster and survived, you wouldn't have the chance to hear about one. If I'm not mistaken, they're given to soldiers under Nors Brivoda who survived an interplanetary war with at least fifty confirmed kills, not including probable deaths. And he has three... I would've never guessed from his calm demeanor. Most people are sent to Vide Nul or psyche wards just for participating in one frontier. How he's managed to stay sane is beyond me. I can only imagine the type of work he must be doing now.
And he's been told about me…? I can only assume that Coordinant Emelia has some sort of connection to him since she’s the one that assigned me to this mission. And he said ‘Leherete,’ which means other half in Xar’cian tongue… What are they… Lovers…? But that’s irrelevant.
Miya raised an eyebrow as she glanced over to the Xaqrek.
I can assume that if the Xaqrek is with him, he must somehow be associated with the Mynan Bureau. But why is he assisting on a mission under Aestero Pol? Could this be a joint procedure between Thy Nol and our branch? While it is a plausible assumption, it’s not common for two separate defense multi-agencies to work hand in hand. You could almost say it would be unreasonable too.
Miya shook her head. Even if she had questions or doubts, she could not ask for further inquiry, even if the situation seemed unusual.
The Xaqrek stepped forward, the lines between her mouth supposedly would be, and bottom chin glowed with her every word. “To debrief, the sesnir and mid-civ performing were both abducted by a strange phenomena the NOSAJ group is terming corporeal displacement. Our two onset teams are sweeping the lower sanctuaries of the providence floor while our ESC-9 class assists conduct a thorough walkthrough of the upper and lower decks. It’s believed that the perpetrators, now being termed displacers….”
She looked over to Lyndova, who shrugged his shoulders.
“It wasn’t my first choice Enima, trust me.”
Enima sighed, with a short burst of silver gleams covering her torso. “The displacers, as we’re calling them, are on a sub-class frequency with the last known click being on this vessel.”
She then turned her head narrowly toward Miya as if slightly pondering. “Speaking of, do you have any additional information regarding the sesnir’s disappearance. You were in proximity and immediate exposure before and after the fact.”
“It was near instantaneous. It was as if a small black hole opened and sucked them in, followed by a spark in the air then a pressure blast of sorts.”
Lyndova nodded while placing two hands on his hips with a sigh. “Well, that’s about all the same we picked up on the ground, so it seems it’s a near identical occurrence.”
—Bzzt “Three high-frequency GHRs picked on the lower bridge and terminal bridge on the vessel followed by a lower call response on the ground floor.”
“They’re either aboard with us or on the ground.” Miya tapped her neck comms device. “If they did set up a store link, then that means their still somewhere below the troposphere.”
However… Why tune a frequency over two store points rather than one hard point? Sure, you could justify the reasoning if they were a team, but even then, why would they expose their numbers like that? GHR frequencies are well-encrypted and usually sent from data runners that are unscannable by septors and undetectable. Assuming the main ship’s rack station is above this planet’s thermosphere, they’d have global coverage and complete security… No need for singular frequencies in any case. Were they trying to throw us off to escape? No, that’s dumb… We have the entire armistice zone covered with fighters and shields… And command most likely started a virtual scan of the entire planet’s terrain. The only way they’d be able to succeed in being completely imperceptible is if they’re off the ground entirely, not high enough in the air for our drones to scout them, but also in a secure area that can’t be ghosted or probed with sensory nodes.
“… Xarzallon.”
Snapped out of thought, Miya looked up at Lyndova as Enima’s entire body began to warp outward as if she was a strained connection on a TV Screen.
“We’re diving out of the Q and going to survey the ground area for that call response. You’re to assist ESC-9 teams Val and Non in the upper and lower bays. If you don’t know your way around just follow the assists and they’ll guide you. Any contact and you’re to take immediate protocol, both the sesnir and Orim- … The mid-civ’s safety is our main priority. Do I make myself clear?”
Miya snaps her heels together. “Dostralmite.”