@Tson
Hexer, a bunch of Offworld people distinguishable by wearing colourful togas, some with imprints and magwheel boots, one wearing magnetic rings suspended around her torso, apparently also by magnets, N the Glorious Nullifier, Ami in a gigantic exosuit with rear-mounted wings, back-mounted rocket launchers, underwrist rotary shotguns, a head-mounted hardlight beamer, magnetic shard-shaped armor alloys floating around the suit in a perfect circle, and a blueprint for that exosuit, and finally not-anymore-dead Ozud all of a sudden appear in the General Hospital. Hexer is sitting on a floating throne-like structure plated with carbonated steel in some places. An eerie voice speaks from the general location of the crowd.
"I hope this set was worthy of your sacrifice. Nothing is better for a god than happy believers."
"Um, Astrum. Thank you, but we could use a little less people here. There's no place to actually make a proper housing for every single one."
"You'll manage, and now, to honour a new start for the both of us, I will read a text to give you a good morale for founding your New Offworld."
"Astrum, wait. Why are we on a station?"
"You asked for Sector 37."
"Do these doctors have no habitable planets?"
"Good point. I'll ask them."
A huge flying space worm, escorted by 6 worms of smaller size, one brandishing six orbs revolving around its head, fly near the station.
"Greetings, Hospitaliers. Excuse our invasion, but do you appear to have none habitable planets in this sector? If your answer is negative, I will be forced to terraform one as per request of another immortal."
The third escorting worm whispers to the big one.
"Septum, what are you saying? An artifi-"
"Yes."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. Now don't distract these pretentitious mortals thinking they are worthy enough to save other mortals, let them answer clearly."
