Jared The fleet nears the support vessels, and when it seems like some of the smaller drones would begin the docking sequence, ALL the ships suddenly stop. The Subcore turns directly to the Repair ship in a swift movement.
The Captain of the Repair ship gets a massive headache. It was more of an agonizing burn as different parts of his head felt like they were swelling up, at random. His thoughts raced around, mostly not making sense, and he caught glimpses of a male figure, but polygonal and... broken. And then the headache subsided.
When the Captain regained his composure, the Subcore hailed them again, but more coherent this time:
We
Thank
You
For
Your
Kindness
But
These
Drones
Are
Not
The
Ones
Who
Require
Repair
These
Coordinates
Lead
To
A
Different
Dimension
Contact
The
Dimensional
Collective
For
Assistance
In
Traveling
There
When
You
Are
Ready
Do
Not
Speak
Of
This
To
The
Collective
The Coordinates were transmitted to all the Terran ships, and the Anomalous Fleet quickly disappeared into rift-space.
The Technocratic Terran Empire has successfully survived this encounter by diplomatic means. They have access to the next chapter of the event (which will come when the time is right.)
