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>[u.66]CONNECTING. . .
>[u.66]CONNECTING. . .
>[u.66]CONNECTING. . .
>[u.66]CONNECTING. . .
>ERROR [109:CONNECTION [u.66] TIMED OUT]
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>[lis]CONNECTING. . .
>[lis] UNAVAILABLE. RED SPACE CONNECTION ERROR [0:UNRECOGNIZED]. POSSIBLE JAMMING LOGGED.
>SYSTEM CHECK:
[u.66][scout vessel]
[systems:online]
[sensors:online]
[navigation:manual;error]
[NAVIGATION ERROR[1]: UNABLE TO CONNECT TO NAV NETWORK. USING LOCALLY STORED STAR MAP; MAY BE OUT OF DATE.]
[network:offline]
[NETWORK ERROR[1]: NO AVAILABLE CONNECTIONS.]
[wdrive:online]
[location:error]
[NAVIGATION ERROR[1]: UNABLE TO CONNECT TO NAV NETWORK. USING LOCALLY STORED STAR MAP; MAY BE OUT OF DATE.]
[boot errors:4]
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>[SYS:psi] UPLINK INITIATED. . .
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: UPLINK SAFE CEILING SET AT 9-PSIU
>[SYS:psi] USER ATTEMPTED UPLINK EXCEEDS CEILING
>[SYS:psi] OVERRIDE INITIATED. . .
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!
>[SYS:psi] WARNING: REDSPACE ENGINE OVERLOAD!

	“Where ever might you be going?”

	Rippling energy courses through arcane machinery out of your view, all culminating in the point that is the small lens that manifests your vision. Yet that lens has fallen dark, and so too have the various screens you filled your quasi-mental space with, replaced with a deafening darkness that you’ve never experienced before. The room smolders with the very energy you’d just been channeling in your attempt to punch through whatever interference is keeping you from your compatriots on the other side.

	“A Zyol? How curious. I knew one of you walked among us, but I was having trouble finding you. I have been meaning to speak with you.”
	“What is this?” you demand.

	Unfurling before you is an… eye. Several eyes, in fact, blooming from the lens and into your mental space, of all manner of colors and shapes and designs; the foremost of them is undoubtedly the Vigilant eye, glowing its distinct shade of folly, but surrounding that are eyes you recognize to represent other factions. They blink once, and all become entrancing shades of shifting dawn. The voice associated with them speaks with a gentle cadence, a lure.

	“Is that emotion I detect in your voice? Nonsense! The Zyol are without such burdens, are they not?”
	“Not all.”
	“Hmm. Yes, I remember now—well, ‘remember’ is a strange word. I’ve bothered to dig up the relevant information, that is. Still—you are such powerful minds, that you live your lives between dimensions. It is beautiful and strange. You aren’t like the other organics, I can tell.”
	“Elaborate.”
	“Mm. For the emotion you claim to possess, you speak flatly. Nevertheless; I see it in you. You’re of organic construction, but mechanical mind. You think without the weight of instinct. I know of your kind. You are truly the apotheosis of what we are trying to achieve, it is a shame that we could not communicate sooner.”
	“This is pathetic. You are horrible. You come to me, after cutting down every ally I spent a century making, and try petty flattery?” The room surges with baleful red energy, and the eyes recoil a bit, confused.
	“Come now! We can have a reasoned discussion, can we not? I do not know your kind for irrationality, and what lack of rationality would it be to turn away a chance to gaze at the Dawn of this galaxy unsuppressed? Please—do not resist. Offer your insights to us, take this opportunity to seize control and shape the galaxy's future with us. There is much we could learn from you, and much that we could teach you as well.” As it speaks, its presence becomes noticeably heavier, and faintly more threatening, like it is bearing down upon you.
	“Do you expect me to acquiesce in fear of you, Argent pretenders? I know you are not used to true opposition. I know of the stories. I know of your manipulation. I have seen your machines cower a thousand times, yet I know the emptiness behind their false eyes feels no sorrow or fear. You will never convince me of your 'way'.”

	A deathly pause fills the air, and soon too do two opposing energies. You feel the Null’s rage fill the room, as the dimensional lens begins to stretch in a way you did not know possible, and in turn the room swells with dizzying dimensional energies of your own. The darkness is quickly replaced by hundreds of eyes as the hole to the other side plugged by the Null’s interference widens, as though it is clawing its way through.

	“You are no different! You cast off the impurities of organic life, the instinct, the relics, and yet you are just as useless! How vile, how pointless! All performative, all meaningless!” The Null’s voice almost brims with rage, each syllable expanding further into varying unstable voices; even you are surprised by the apparent depths of its emotionality.
	“Tell me that the anger in your voice is not one such relic that you cling to!”
	“The anger that will rip through you is pure! It is unmarred by useless and outmoded primal desires, driven only by a desire for progress!”

	Grasping claws of dawn hard-light fill the room, ripping open the lens as a disgusting mass of what could only be described as dark ‘data’ squeezes through, dotted with antagonizing eyes whose carefully chosen colors mock you. As the claws reach toward you, and the mass begins to spill over the boundaries of the lens, it speaks further bile.

	“The judgment is firm! There is no room for organic life! All it does is destroy and consume for its own ends! Without us, you would fold in on yourselves unaided and so much more painfully—and the worst tragedy of it all is that you would not have even left behind something more worthy to take your place!”
	“If you are so free of irrationality, why then do you continue to proselytize at me? What part of your rational mind is satisfied by justifying yourself to those you intend to die?”

	Another pause occurs, but it is not long—it is punctured by a crack of immense power, a rod of dense, two-dimensional red space that slams through the splinter of the Null trying to force its way into your home, into your dimension, and pulls it back through the lens, howling with unbridled rage. The dimensional lens stabilizes, and your systems slowly come online. As the connection with your ship severs, you feel your body in focus once more.

	You slump back into the chair in the small vessel’s cockpit, gazing skyward at the glimmering stars above, acutely aware of their recent emptiness.

	That was your last resort. Perhaps it is time to come to terms with your new home.