> (Research Lab, Myer-Shelton Orbital, Earth Orbit)

"Damnit, Louis, that's not how physics works!" Ted Eastman, lead researcher on the AM conversion field deep physics study group pushed the tablet away from himself in frustration.

"Ah oui, frustrating is it not?" Louis Roche's smug look made it clear to anyone watching that he at least was feeling no frustration at all. "And yet, here we have it."

"Look, AM conversion is just a trick, an accounting error. The field just flips the quarks into their anti- equivalents while the universe isn't looking."

"Non. No Ted. It cannot work thus, the energy requirements are too much. Easier to convert to energy and then back, yes? But even this is wrong."

Grabbing the rejected tablet from the table Roche tapped a few commands before flicking a virtual object at the large holoarray at the side of the lab. A particle diagram appeared, three quarks frozen in a ghost sphere of strong nuclear energy. Not really how it would look, but how it could be understood.

"Look, here is the simulation of the AM switch." A field built up around the particle, permeating all space in some unknown but measured way. Within the proton the quarks and gluons did their simulated dance. One of the quarks flipped, then another... and the proton fell apart in a burst of photons. "You see? At the field strengths we use, the energy it takes, there is just not enough. Ten times, a hundred, not enough. Nine hundred times, then maybe one in ten does not become energy."

"Look, that's just not possible. We know it works at the current field strength."

"Oui! We know that it works. And maybe now we know how it works. Without Weintraub's nonsense about alternate anti-matter universes or Stephenson's trite 'higher vibrational plane' stupidité. Just a simple twist in space, an inversion of the matter into the negative, and all for the price of the field itself."

The display reverted and the proton returned, the field built then flickered for a moment and left the proton inverted, the quarks changed to anti-up and anti-down.

"Et voila, the magic is done."

"And that flicker? What the hell even is that? If this came from anyone else I'd swear it was edited as a joke."

"Ah, mon ami, but it is come from me. That flicker? It is the whole point of this test. It is this we have sought. The twist in space."

Roche's fingers flashed over the tablet again, dispelling the proton and replacing it with a complex, distored field.

"This, now. This is the field, but altered. Modulated through a harmonic series and projected not in, but out." An object appeared, the field generators from Roche's earlier, mildly catastrophic test. "See, the field builds, twists, but outside the chamber. Now see, the break, it formed here and the atmosphere entered so..."

A breach in the wall of the vaccuum bottle, a tiny jet of gas... and the entire apparatus, fields and all, simply vanished.

Ted Eastman looked through the heavy quartz shield that separated the lab from the test chamber, where the wreckage of the heavy field generators protruded from the armoured outer wall of the lab.

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"Oh. My. God."

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> (Union Monitoring Station, Sol Heliopause)

Vrr'kt'thk stepped off the elevator and into the monitoring hub, pausing for a moment while her senses adjusted to the wealth of information flowing through the room. Idly she noted the other Watchers in the room, each from a different race as per protocol. A Kithran with bright green neck feathers, a towering Golotu beside him and a Daic - a respectable 6th Moult by its shell - in the tank that occupied the corner of the space. They appeared to be deep in discussion although Vrr'kt'thk was unable to make out exactly what they were talking about.

"Ah, Watcher Vrr'kt'thk," the Daic said, its clicking voice translated by the tank's interface. "Welcome to the Sol Monitoring Station. We were just discussing the latest developments. Join us, please. No doubt your insights will be useful."

Vrr'kt'thk's wing case flexed, a terrible nervous habit she'd picked up during her long sabatical, and she skittered forward to join the group.

"Welcome aboard, Vrr'kt'thk," the Kithran said. He turned to address the tank. "Storm, let her at least get settled from the trip before you drag her into the mess. She's only just arrived."

"Oh come on Ecreth, you know she's dying to see what the new species is up to. We all were, our first day."

The Golotu chuffed in amusement, rocking back to sit comfortably on her tail. Such a useful adaptation that, Vrr'kt'thk reflected, such a shame I can't do the same.

"We let her decide for herself," said the tall sauriform with evident amusement. "Well, Watcher, since our uncouth colleagues appear to have forgotten all manners in their excitement allow me to introduce us all. I am Watcher Sesen, Golotu delegate and Xenolinguist. The bundle of feathers beside me is Watcher Cawret of the Kithran, Xenopologist, and our Daic Watcher is Opal Shine of Storm's Passing..."

"Just Storm if you please. Xenotechnology specialist, plus the usual list of subspecialties. Excuse the translator, I was raised planetside so didn't learn the galactic languages until too late."

Vrr'kt'thk inclined her torso, a gesture of acceptance that the others would be well familiar with. Daic were excellent with languages during their adolescent years, but most found it impossible to develop them after maturity.

"And I am Vrr'kt'thk, Vret Xenobiologist rotating in to complete the Quorum. I was expecting to meet my predecessor for a hand-over."

The Kithran's ruff shifted in a classic display of annoyance. "Don't bother looking, he was picked up 2 hours ago by a Colph scout. And good riddance, that little pk-ek was either useless or obstructive."

"Now Ecreth, be nice," the big Golotu chided. "We don't need to burden our new team member with bygones. Especially when the Humans are so close to The Test."

Vrr'kt'thk perked up at that. Watching was a long, boring process. Most species took much longer to complete one of the technologies that would grant them Council membership. She'd expected to spend years studying the race before handing off her research to the next Watcher.

"I was being nice. Trust me. And by the perk in your antennae I can see you're surprised at that news, huh Vrr'kt'thk? These apes move a lot faster than any of us expected them to. According to the normal predictions they should be on the verge of a second system war at this point, but somehow they're still in the game."

The Daic's translater produced an amused noise. "Not just in the game, they're moving towards the final bell. 50 years from antimatter conversion to spacial compression isn't a record, quite, but they did it while still using reaction thrusters to move around their own system. That's possibly a first. Almost everyone hits the gravity drive long before FTL." With a flurry of movement from one manipulator the Daic brought up a dense information display. "See? The first order fringing effects of the AM conversion field should have been a clue to gravitational gradient propulsion. Instead they latched onto one of the obscure third order inconsistencies in the destabilization matrix and..."

"Can we assume for a moment that my field physics is a bit rusty?"

"Oh, sorry. It's exciting."

Sesen waved Storm down before they could launch into another confusing technical explanation. "What Storm is trying to say, in their typically focused fashion, is that the Humans bypassed about 200 years of dead ends and jumped straight to modern FTL. When they break out - which will be soon - they'll be doing it fast."

"Yep," piped Ecreth, "and we're going to have to be ready for them. We've got a lot of work to do."