Several days passed since Windcaller Sajuuk, onboard the Shrine.of.Altair, departed from Malta, headed to Altair, where a certain Uriel was waiting. The Oracle was curious to know him, and to know the motivations that brought him to embark towards Malta itself. As they jumped to Iota, he could feel the very essence of the Spirits' neverending energy. As he approached his destination, he was hailed from a voice coming from inside the station.
"You must be the one I was waiting for...Sajuuk, is it? Make way to the nearest mooring point, and we'll meet in person."
"We shall meet each other soon enough then...Uriel. We will speak with each other on the way back to Malta.", the Oracle answered, while the shrine slowly moored at the station.
The docking hoses and connections were secure but for a few seconds before the airlock seals began to hiss with the sound of flooding air.
Someone had initiated the controls from the stations side and was opening the door onto the deck of the Altair.
Doors twisted and parted open Revealing what looked like a roughly humanoid head, it was a helmet of some kind and the mass itself either floated or swayed as it floated giving it a slight walking motion. Just that alone fooled the sense this thing was grounded.
There was a type of dark blue/purple floawy cloak around the thing obscuring mechanical details..
The "suit" made its way about the ship.. Seeking its commander. and then finding it on the bridge. The suit made a slight chorus of noises when its vocal process engauge.
As the 'suit' reached him, Sajuuk made a slight bow.
He actually didn't expect such a character, which looked rather...shadowy. To his eyes, he looked more of a machine than a humanoid. As he heard "+We are ready.+", the Oracle ordered to unmoor from Altair, and take the way back to Malta, protected by the ship's cloak generator.
"My friend, I would like to inquire on you a little, on the way.". The Oracle asked, curious: "From what I read, you seek our assistance to 'evaluate and have communion' with the children of Ishmael. Mind telling me your story?"
The being was looking around regarding the construction of the... "box" it was traveling in.
~Curiosity~ ... Our story? Uriel we.. or rather the I who became we studied many of the new forms of life within our homeworld/dream. Our -passion- is to understand yet our facility as highborn of the light dictates i turn this to a purpose. We heard Malta were not like typical humans, we heard Malta was our first contact with humans.. a peaceful occurrence. something that is rare even now in this.. diemension of time and space.
:: Onboard the Shrine.of.Altair, somewhere in Omicron Xi ::
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"I understand. Facts will describe the Children of Ishmael better than words. As for this vessel-"
- the Oracle added -
"-it is one of their creations. It acts as my mobile shrine, when I'm far away from the Church, or friendly space."
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In the meanwhile, the Shrine swiftly made its way up to Omicron Xi, at the border of Corsair and Maltese space. It took a few hours, yet it felt like years. The Oracle, looking at Uriel, stated:
"You might have noticed the swiftness of this vessel, despite its size. On a fact, we are nearing the jumphole to Omicron Beta - and the end of our voyage - faster than I thought. From there on, we will be in friendly Maltese space. Malta is nearing by the minute."
"Your wisdom was understated. I apologise for inflicting this cross upon you. "
Uriel called to a vessel. his warform which had been following the shrine cloaked. Voidrunner where fast and nimble and could transport him stealthly with his suit. as was the plan should things not go... to plan.
"Will you have difficulty with these reparations? Can we assist you?"
:: Onboard the Shrine.of.Altair, somewhere in the Omicrons ::
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"Do not worry, my friend. What happened taught me a great lesson on how to behave in these kind of situations. Both sides made mistakes. I don't see it as a cross. I will remember what happened, and make sure it will not happen ever again."
the Oracle stated to Uriel.
"As per reparations, there will be no problem. Back from my days, I still have a trustworthy transport stored somewhere. I'm a bit rusty, but I know how to handle myself. Thanks for the help anyway."
Drifting away within the Veil, the Shrine flew away from Malta, not to be seen again in the near future...
This is the end of the journey.