Miya gives her a perplexed look. "Therth? I saw it on the list but I still don't understand why you'd be interested in a decommissioned terrene. That planet has been logged as destroyed by cosmic-war sight, a multidimensional blast that's ten times as powerful as a black hole."

Adalae clenches her fists to her sides with her head angled to the floor. "It wasn't destroyed…"

Miya returns her a flat gaze. "Excuse me…?"

"It wasn't destroyed alright, I know it!" Adalae reasons. "My parents are a part of the Flotilla Insurgency, a space fleet that roams the Unius sector for trade and helps out dying stars whenever they get the opportunity. My parents knew of the incoming war sight on our home planet and made a deal with the Bonoclites to teleport them out of harm's way."

Miya swipes her hand upward, initializing a set of blue holo-screens with a swirling blue Galactic Federation logo. "So not only were you conspiring with space pirates, but you're kin are also part of Flotilla. Very interesting. If that's true, then your distinct spacey-like hair and dismal skin mean you're of Kilese, descendants of Nathuthious the empyrean dragon. Didn't know I was in the presence of royalty."

"What does she mean, Adalae?" Kyamyo looks at her for clarification.

"I suppose I forgot to tell you this but… I kind of belong to a celestial tribe born amongst the stars… But it's no big deal, really—"

"That's totally a big deal space head! What happened to no secrets between us, huh?" Maxim explodes.

"Well, I could totally understand why she wouldn't want to divulge such information." Miya then looks past the screen in front of her to Adalae with a mischievous grin. "She's worth four-million zartii credits in trade, probably even more if she exploited her latent abilities. I wouldn't want anyone to know who I was either."

"You're so dammed obnoxious! Do you pride yourself in making others, not like you?" Adalae snaps.

"That's enough," Loliel commands.

Miya snickers. However, her smile turns into a frown as all of the Federation logos in front of her blink from blue to red with a 'Data Locked: Clearance-Ford' on a broad black label.

"Ha! Some Space Patroller you are! Looks like widdle-kiddy needs to ask permission from the gwon'-ups to access some data." Adalae taunts with a laugh.

Miya slaps all of the screens away, then raises her hands so that a virtual keyboard appears and inputs a set of codes and symbols on the main interface. Again, another red screen appears with the Data Locked label.

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`Patrollers have a Clearance level of Metalda, almost that of an Interm-Redeta of a Space Brigade amongst the Federation; If I'm not able to access any of the data files, it's confidential to either a higher class or another party. But… It doesn't make sense. Shouldn't there just be logs stating that Therth is nonexistent… I can't even find any evidence of chronosystems despite there being evidence of one supposedly in use…`

She turns around, looks at the blue dust particles, and then back at the planetary system showing 4056-E's missing origin.

`Perhaps… Maybe 4056-E didn't move anywhere and I'm just being paranoid. I mean come on, the chronosphere is just an academy spook, there's no way there's a device that can move entire planets while keeping it all in one piece.`

Her attention then looks down at Earth orbiting around the large azure star amongst other planets in its system.

`But all of this evidence claims that it's indeed moved somewhere. Its gravitational pull is off by seven yults, its density and orbital speed have changed, not to mention Ashihei's calculations along with my tweaks make it plausible that it moved in a straight shot to this location, despite its longer distance traveled.`

Miya turns around and grabs the document stating the sale of 4056-E with a Federation stamp.

`And these documents stated that it was sold to the Bonoclites, on the Acquarii… Shouldn't this have made galaxy-wide news bulletins, I mean 4056-E may have been conquered all those years ago, but it's still a big deal? It's a habitable exoplanet, quite rare in this part of the galaxy... I can't even see the entirety of these sell-offs, it doesn't conclude who they sold it to and why, only that it happened approximately five years ago. Why would the Federation deal with Bonoclites anYway…? Aren't they outlawed as space pirates, rebels, fugitives with high bounties?`

Miya puts both her hands on her forehead and squints while tapping her foot. She then curls down into a ball with Loliel and Koko exchanging glances at her and then toward each other.

"Is she, um, alright? She's been like that for almost a minute now…" Koko whispers.

"It looks like she's deep in thought." Kyamyo sumizes. "We shouldn't awaken her, it seems she's processing delicate calculations. it could lead to a mental explosion."

"Well if someone does have to wake her up from hibernation, I vote Adalae." Maxim jokes.

"How about I vote to stick my boot down your throat?" Adalae jeers.

"S-sorry, you're highness. And hey, are you ever going to have us over to your castle or something?"

The star-like particles in Adalae's hair turn from white to red, along with her pinkish cheeks. "D-Don't call me your highness! And forget everything that brat said, I'm not royalty! Just... A person trying to find their missing home."

The metal hatch of a doorway of an upstairs room slides open, with Vivi now wearing a short black apron wrapped around her waist. She then claps her hands, and a group of small white hovering droids dash past the hallway and float down the stairs, all holding silver trays of simmering food.

Miya looks down and notices the floor starting to lift below her and steps out of the way, allowing a bluish-white dinner table to build itself from the ground with multiple seats around its crevices.

The floating droids then set themselves on the table and uncover themselves to a set of gourmet dishes. Delectable fish and plump beef stew, ripe and vibrantly colored tossed salad, steaming cheeses mixed with baked potatoes, and a hefty-brown-cream-layered cake topped with whipped cream and sprinkled with chocolate chips.

Vivi walks down the stairs and takes her apron off of her back with a smile. "I think we're all a bit fatigued and famished due to our… Recent news. Why don't we have dinner to reinvigorate ourselves?"