Emelia tilts her head to the side. "Hm? What could it be?"

"It was brought up by the humans who lived there. Apparently their planet had been transported from their initial spot in the Einoneus quadrant. Upon looking into several documents given to me and outer-world projections, it can be conclusive that this world has been through a transference apparatus that uses chrono-systems."

After her response, Miya glances at Emelia with narrowed eyes, only to be returned with a soft blank stare.

"… This is the part when you tell me that chrono-technology is only a farce and that I should forget about it and return back to my work."

"I actually wish I could give a cute and simple response like that. But it's as you said the technology does exist. Though it's creator is untraceable and the tech itself is obscure. There have been traces of planets in multiple sectors suddenly vanishing in the past few years, yet alone these past few months." Emelia states.

"So it isn't just a ghost tale, that's good to note. I'll add that to list of inquires I have with the executives of Strav—"

"Do you know about the Patroller's UID, Miya?" Emelia interrupts.

"Yeah, duh. It stands for Undisclosed Intelligence Database. It contains the most classified and unexplained phenomena in all the cosmos that have no origin or are to dangerous to further discover or explore." Miya answers.

"Well if you know that, then you should know that among that list is chrono-technology amongst other Exotic and Strange Sciences theorums, making the list at a close top three. It's said to be unfamiliar and highly dangerous, making any replications of the high-tech forbidden by ordinance with not only the Federation but A-1 themself. It goes without saying that investigating without clearance of a higher eicholon is also prohibited."

Miya whistles with a nod. "I don't see how this pertains to me though. Just give me clearance and I'll make you the talk of your branch when you bring in the portfolio."

Emelia sighs. "That's just the thing, Miya. It's hard to know who to trust, just in the Federation alone. If someone in the Stellar Brass Consensus learns that you're exploring something that could jeopardize them in any way, they could easily pull some strings and cause you harm. You don't have any accolades as of yet to prove that your trustworthy or capable to any officials at A-1, so just keep a low profile so you don't end up dying due to negligence."

"Whatever." Miya rolls her eyes with a groan. "Don't learn about the stupid planet-collecting thingy. Got it."

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Emelia claps her hands together with a cheery smile. "Great! It's super hard to find capable Patrollers these days, and I lucked out with you as my first one! I don't want you to get caught up in something that would leave me at a disadvantage. Hard to find people in the forces who aren't driven by either money, greed, or power."

"Ha! How do you know that I'm not one of those people?" Miya jeers with a chuckle.

"Because I read your mind!" Emelia responds, still smiling. "And besides, how can someone with such a cute widdle face be anything other than precious! You're like super adorable!"

Miya looks down and pats her stomach grazing her abdomen with lowered eyelids.

“Something wrong Miya?” Emelia asks.

"I felt something puncture my stomach along with a sort of weird substance… I had a similar sensation a few moments earlier but I disregarded it as a glitch in the Q-system. Maybe, that kid is coming to get me on his mother's behalf. I should take my leave."

Emelia stands from her seat and waves with a smile. "Okey-Doke! Thanks for intel, I'll talk to you very soon! Don't forget to eat your nutrient-packs and decent sleep!"

"Thanks mom!" Miya waves with sarcastic enthusiasm.

The room then blinks into a dark void surrounded by rainbow-colored spheres swirling up into the air. Miya feels her body's blood circulation return to the ends of her toes and then make its way up to her legs and arms. She then feels the air enter and leaves her lungs and the sensation of her right hand as she clenches her fist.

“—Haa… Haa… Haa…”

One of the next sensations was a hot breath on her face, followed by a soft yet firm object grazing her abdomen, secreting a moist liquid.

Miya's eyes jolt open, gazing at Darfin hunched over her, gripping her by the arms while groaning. His erect phallus continues to glide along her stomach, poking into her belly button, at which he gives off a subtle moan.

"I-If she's been in hyper-sleep for this long… M-maybe I can try putting it in her—"

Miya's arms grow in definition. Darfin noticing the sudden toughness of her skin, looks down at her face, pale with shock.

"AGAAH!" Darfin yelps as Miya grips both of his ballocks within her hand.

Tears flood his face, with snot drizzling down his nostrils with an immodest bubble popping as Miya takes a tighter hold on his testes.

"What do you think you're doing, kid?"

Darfin whimpers, attempting to grab her hand collecting at his pelvic area but deciding it would be unwise.

"I-I-I just found your appearance so b-beautiful and wanted to ask you to perform a coupling with me. But I… But I took it amongst myself too- GAAAH!"

Miya squeezes tighter with a glare. "You took it amongst yourself to molest me while I was in hyper-sleep. Do you know how dangerous it is to interrupt someone while they're in the QYI?"

"N-no ma'am…" Darfin whimpers.

"My conscious could've been stuck there forever, or my mind could've been dismembered leading to some major mental impairments. Both major offenses to a Patroller of the Federation, that could have you sent off to the Cegzat in Sector-1."

Darfin wails uncontrollably, now grabbing onto Miya's arms. "WAAAH! I DON'T WANNA GO TO PRISON!"

Miya smacks her teeth. She reels her knee up and punctures Darfin's abdomen, him letting out a strong wheeze as he grabs at his chest and falls off the pod and onto the floor with a loud thump. Miya then kicks her feet off the side and then steps onto his stomach as he gives off another painful gasp.

She steps off of him, looks down at her pale skin, now slick with his fluids, and turns around in disgust.

"Look at how filthy you've made me. I won't have time to get a proper bath, so I guess there's only one solution." Miya sighs.