Neblae couldn't stop crying, she was just happy her husband was still alive. Aldus, the ship's doctor said, "Leave the rest to me. You need to rest. He's only missing three limbs and has a scratch on his cornea...HE'LL BE FINE!" Narchi frowned at him and muttered, "You bed-side sucks, as always, Aldus!" Captain Tkarro asked Narchi, "How in HELL did you get to the Milky Way galaxy? That is 75,000 light years from here! I thought you got vaporized in the explosion, NOT teleported somewhere!" Narchi sighed. "It had to do with the Four Brothers system. When Neblae put all her power into me, that power in a male, must have made me look like one of the Four Brothers, and it teleported me to them. I was asking questions in the SNARE about them." Martya exclaimed, "NONE OF THAT MATTERS! Dammit! I went there to get him! It took twenty minutes to get there and less than ONE to get back! Hauling him! I pulled GEES getting back! I NEVER pulled gees in frikking hyperspace before!" "They are COMING HERE. That little Plague guy was chasing me! I DIDN'T KNOW I COULD BE TRACKED! They are powerful. They're stone cold psychos, and they're gonna kill us ALL!" Martya was shaking like a leaf and Dokka Tkarro had never seen her afraid before. He put a question to the group, "What about these 'Four Brothers'? ANY info on them?" Narchi said, "Nebbles and I looked into it four years ago when she became Sister of Water, or Fluids, or what ever... we found almost nothing! Out of quadrillions of line of information in the artifact Nunera system there was the equivalent of ONE LINE of data on them." Neblae woke up from nodding off, by Aldus shaking her. Martya shouted, "WE ARE SO DEAD! Neblae is wasted, I'm too pooped to stir up a wind by flapping my arms, and Snowflake is so tired, she can't even wake up to be here! We are..." Dokka shook her hard and said quietly, "Snap out of it. You said he might be here anytime. Clear your thoughts. We need tactics. THINK! WHERE WILL HE COME IN AT?" Narchi finished,"...one line? They were Althan-Krommium Forerunner volunteers to become immortal Probability weapons. 'The project had unintended consequences that precluded their use in the effort to save humanity from extinction.' Well, NO SHIT!" "They were plotting with some guys called Erhlutions to exterminate human kind in the Milky Way galaxy! They got turned into immortal psycho-killers. OBVIOUSLY BAD for the old war effort!" Martya snapped her finger, "Probability... if he's following me, he might aim for the greatest 'twist' in the chance-line." Narchi and Neblae groaned. Neblae said tiredly, "MARTYA! Stop making up terms that no one else knows!" Martya sighed, "The worst possible place at the time, or best for him. I don't know how to explain it!" The intercom cheeped for the Captain. Dokka said, "Go on!" "This is Kryff in the second level men's restroom. We have trouble. I found a timer attached to the 'bomb trunk' that Narchi cut from outside signals. In thirty-five minutes, it's rigged to blow the ship up. It's a pretty weird rig. We need everyone off the ship before I try to disarm it." Dokka looked at everyone else. Neblae was wide awake,NOW. Dokka asked, "Are you shitting me? The shuttle's floating free and the docking clamps are torn off. The X-2 can't accommodate us. All we have left is to dock with the Asuran Battle-ship and hope the Scourge have out the welcome mat for us!" They heard an unfamiliar voice of a boy respond. Narchi and Martya turned white in terror at it,"Oh this IS RICH! I couldn't make up luck THIS GOOD!" They heard Kryff say, "Hey! Who the hell are..." It turned into a screaming gurgle that fell silent with a wet flopping sound. The boy shouted, "AHHHHHHHH! Your man got a boo-boo! WHO'S NEXT? HERE I AM!" Martya wept. Dokka knew what she meant,NOW. Lord Plague had arrived --TO BE CONTINUED!--