September 2nd, 2382, 1547 Hours Earth Standard Time(EST)<br/>In route to Luxintus Star System<br/><br/>"Exiting dimensional rift now. Beginning magnetic recalibrations in T minus one minute."<br/><br/>Derek leaned back on his bunk. It was always a little odd, but he was getting used to the shifting feeling of going in and out of the void. The strain on the metal he pressed his back against reverberated through him in a soft vibration. The onboard virtual intelligence, or VI, chimed and faded as it had done many times this past week, but it was background noise at this point. Derek still had a rough time wrapping his mind around the "Dimensional Diver" or whatever technical name it had, he couldn't really remember all of the information from cultural reintegration. All he really gathered was that the engine dove into another dimension that made travel faster. The United Earth Initiative were still developing a more stable model, the one currently in use could only go so far before needing to resurface in the home dimension.<br/><br/>The intercom crackled to life and the familiar voice of his commander and friend came on the line. "This is Commander Gauss." A brief charge of static popped over the frequency. "We have two dimension hops left before we reach Luxintus and that gives us one more day. I want us to be ready for anything. All Division 46 members are to meet me in conference room B at 1930 hours for full briefing. I repeat, conference room B at 1930 hours."<br/><br/>Derek sat up confused. The members of Division 46 had already received their briefing before they left Earth. Reaching out Derek found his data tablet on the table next to his bunk. After identifying his thumbprint he brought up the available information for their ccurrent objectives. It was all there; the strange readings, the disappearances at Hawthorne, and the communications black out with Primus. It didn't make much sense, but he trusted his superior. Dylan was in charge for a reason and that was for damn sure.<br/><br/>Pushing off the bunk he got to his feet and went to find his team. All four squads of ten got their own bunking areas complete with a fairly large common room. It definitely wasn't a bad setup, sometimes it even felt like a cruise liner. The door to the common area slid open and Derek took in which of his squad mates were there. It was only one. He turned to Nixon and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>Nixon put down the book he was reading, stood at attention, and saluted. "Sir." The words came out easily, but with respect.<br/><br/>Derek looked the man over; Nixon was an average looking man in both height and weight, but his knack for explosives was incredible. "Go find the rest of our team. I want to make sure everyone's ready for when the commander asks if we're ready." Derek gave an easy salute back and watched the man head off. He pulled a seat out and sat down at the table. Something was off about this whole mission. He wasn't kkeen to know, but he knew he'd find out soon enough.<br/><br/>"Magnetic recalibrating completed. Beginning dimensional dive in T minus five minutes."