Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191005064301/@comment-36309590-20191008214233

The Seeker closed his eyes, lifting his face up towards the ceiling above, and exhaled loudly as a soft wooshing thud echoed throughout the craft repeatedly. Opening his eyes, and returning his attention back to the console, the Seeker tapped a few symbols that appeared on its glass-like surface, correcting the ships flight path through the Vortex a bit. Sliding his hands back into his pants pockets, having changed out of his ceremonial robes during takeoff, Trevan absentmindedly fingered the white-point star sitting there.

"I hope this works." He said to no one in particular as the console began emitting a piercing series of beeps. Snapping out of his reverie, Trevan brought up a readout listing the ships status along with the status of its various subsystems. Giving it a quick skim, he quickly identified the issue.

It was the Temporal Circuits. Apparently they'd failed upon takeoff. Which was odd really, though not entirely unexpected. From the report he'd been given, it seemed as though this reality was further away and more disconnected from N-Space than anything his people had ever encountered before, so perhaps it was because of his sudden breach into it that the circuits gave out. That or maybe the Time Vortex had a less pronounced presence here which was why the failure had occurred, though he didn't see how that would be possible considering the way his people built it.

"Unless..."

And then he got it. The Time Vortex existed outside the universe as a whole. Which meant that if it either didn't exist or was weaker here, this reality he was travelling to was completely separate from their home realm. So separate apparently that even the Vortexes reach faltered somewhat. Trevan let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he did so. He had to hand it to the Council, they might have been losing the fight against the Enemy, but this plan was absolutely brilliant. If they could not survive in their home universe, then they would simply find a different one that their foes couldn't reach.

It all sounded so simple.

Yet Dakul knew it was anything but.

Letting out another sigh, he dismissed the alert and made a mental note to look into the issue later just as his TT Capsules low droning wooshes and thuds gradually grew louder before reaching a cacophonous crescendo that cut off into total silence. One that was only broken by the alien hum of the ships engines.

"Finally." Trevan muttered, activating the ships exterior sensors. Swiping right across the screen-like waist-high panel, he checked his surroundings for any dangers or environmental hazards. Finding nothing but an alleyway of all things, Trevan deactivated the sensors, took the Sonic lying off to his left, and headed out, the doors opening on command via a quick burst from his probe. Once he was outside, Trevan locked up his Capsule via key, which he quickly slide back into his pocket along with his Sonic, and made his way towards the alleys entrance. Best to do a quick recon of this new reality before moving forward with the plan.

Better safe than sorry after all.