<span style="font-weight: bold">The Dream, a Hidden launchpad somewhere outside Anycity</span><br/><br/>" Ok, Fusionconductors are conected.. lets see.. " the small creature murrmurred, Modaran, as he had named himself, was casualy working on a little project that Nimilia had lured him into.<br/>Said Project was to plan and build a craft that was able to leave the Dream's atmosphere, and even survive the strain of creating an artifical wormhole.<br/>A task not easely done, even for the young Morphs bright mind as it was put to quite a test, though it was Modaran's one chance, the one chance he saw to learn about his and his Mothers origins as she had failed to share any information about it with him, outright evading him whenever his curiosity had pushed him to ask.<br/><br/>This time though, she had made a promiss, a challange of sorts, if he was able to create this, spaceship, she'd not only tell him all he'd wanted to know, but she'd even show him where it all begun.<br/>What Modaran didn't know though, Nimilia had no intention to take him along, she had quite different plans indeed, truely aiming to pay a visit to the world she came from, though hardly for a casual visit..<br/>No, what she thought of implied plenty explosions, and the satisfaction of knowing that she rid the universe, well, some universe, of a rather nasty problem.<br/><br/>As things often where however, nothing would end up as either would expect...<br/>For instance, Nimilia Believed Modaran to pay a Visit to Snarf Sauk, a friend of theirs and the massivly larger original to her son's Appearance, and Modaran, whom happily tinkered with the ship, thought Nimilia to gather some much needed resourced that he requested.<br/>In truth, Modaran had invented a little lie to buy himself some time, trying to impress Nimilia with his quick, though crafty handywork, while Nimilia rushed the ships construction along by abusing her ability to create items via her morphing while both managed to stay out of the others way without even realicing it.<br/><br/>That was, untill a strong Vibration shook through the ship. " The frack ?!? " Modaran hissed, pulling out from under one of the reactors controle panels, which dawned the sudden realisation onto him that the ship was powering up all systems, as all those blinking control lights where nicely hinting.<br/>" Sam ? whats going on ? " the winged fox demanded of the ships computer, whom in turn intended to respond right away, but all it could manage was a flashing red " Malefunction Detected " that warned Modaran about a critical System failure.<br/>For some reason his ingeniously crafted A.G.I. , short for Artifical General Intelligence, had crashed hard, and was frying itself, but that wasn't the only problem, system after system started to crash and go out with a nice shower of sparks, and the reason, or part of it, was growing apparent as another, more violent, vibration shook through the ship, the ship was Launching.<br/><br/>Now, normaly that shouldn't be a problem, if the ship had been finished, or if Nimilia had bothered to learn that she couldnt finish it with materials crafted from her own body.<br/>So now we had, to the suprise of many onlookers within Anycity, a Massive body of metal violently darting for the sky, whilst it's interrior was slowly tearing itself apart system by system.<br/>Though not all was bad, manual control remained intact, which allowed Nimilia to steer the ship clear of the planets atmosphere, and even engage it's wormhole generator, all the while Modaran raced it's way through the ship to reach the commandroom where he intended to find out why his creation was blasting of ways before it was finished.<br/><br/>" What the hell is going on ?! " he Demanded soon as he spoted Nimilia behind the controls, but the answer came to him before there could even be a responce. " You wherent planning on taking me back home, did you ? " he asked.<br/>" Oh shush you ! im just taking her for a spin ! " Nimilia responded now, figuring that Modaran must have stayed to work on the ship, she seemed upset that he was there, but right now it seemed like there where other problems to mind first before she'd put him straight.<br/>" But she's not ready yet ! ", he near growled, but then it came to him, the ship shouldn't be able to take off at all, not yet anyway, and the fact that it did, meand that Nimilia must have finished it, worse, if he considere'd that she did the work of a few month in less then a day, meand she coudn't have crafted the materials she used.<br/><br/>" You didn't ! ", he near shouted in his sudden realisation.<br/>" Now now.. ", Nimilia was about to respond, but then was cut off by Modaran, which seemed to suprise her seeing that she never had seen her son this seriouse before, that, and there was a seizable amount of worry in his tone which hinted that there was something she must have overseen, something seriouse.<br/>" You have NO Idea what you just did ! the reactor is fragile, it's emissions are going to tear apart every single conductor you put in place, every single structur beam, even the plating ! ", the young morph shoued, and quickly then made his way towards the maincontrole, near shoving Nimilia as ide so he had space to split his wings into a set of additional limps which would aid him into controling the ships systems, least those that remained.<br/><br/>Nimilia could only stand there and watch in bufflemend, one that soon was replaced with Pride however, somehow, instead of worry, she found herself admiring her offsprings *manning up*, to a degree that she found it even adorable.<br/>Nimilia even managed now to mentaly restrain herself from teasing the winged fox, like she would usualy have done, just so to adore him a little more, and then to find the realisation that the ship was jumping.<br/><br/><br/>( Omyghosh, I love intro's X3 Actual responceworthy post comming tomorrow ^^  )