"We can discuss the intricate and wayward nature of Interstellar Politics later, Soldier. We have to get out of here and somehow fulfill the mission that he assigned before this object swallowed us up. Yes, I know that he might be a homicidal, egomaniac but I cannot be sure this object is altogether benign either. If there are more of these objects think what damage they could do. Psionic, eh? First, we need to tend to Ditzie. Zeke, give me a hand to place her in this chamber." says Owen.
As the lift Ditzie and pass through the membrane there is a tingling not unlike what was felt in their arrival in this bizarre place.
As they exit strange laser light beams encase her body, she moaning stops and the healing is taking place. Her eyes flutter open, eyes white as her eyes have retracted to the back of her head and out her mouth a strange energy plasma cloud is discharged for a while it bounces against the rim of the bubble before it eventually dissipated.
Ben's instruments show that she has lapsed into a comma, shaking his head, "Not sure if this is a good thing, it could be all part of the healing process that this machine doing."
Ditzie mouth suddenly opens and a course crackled whisper of a voice comes out, "Is this one to be my pilot?"
Simultaneously, there is a tingling from the discs; Ben's computer reveals that is a binary language based upon the number 7.
It translates as the following, "Primary systems inoperative, secondary systems busy fighting infestation. Host has been compromised. Danger, danger. Subsystems have been routed. Contraction and jettison recommended. Advice. " and then the message loops back onto itself.
