Whoever claims that mass relay travel is pleasant is either a masochist or talking out of their... Well, let's just leave it at that they're not speaking for the majority of us.<br/>Imagine, if you will, that your atomic bonds are made of taffy. The mass relay network is like a particularly sadistic metaphysical taffy-puller, who delights in stretching the taffy as far out as he can with one hand, then snapping it like a rubber band back together in another hand. From hand to hand the taffy will bounce, until either it hits the countertop of real space that they were aiming for or they miss their destination.<br/><span style="color: #000000">Alright, enough about taffy. You're making me hungry, and I can't even eat!</span><br/><br/>Donovan grimaced as reality snapped back into perspective. This jump had been worse than others, harder on him. His exaltation had originally come to him in a standard jump, one of his first. It had latched onto him in the same manner that the Solar exaltations did; in him it and seen potential that would serve the encoded cause of the exaltation's masters. For the Leviathan the cause was more dispassionate than that of the Prothians, but there was a cause there that Donovan was well-disposed to serve. The sensation of his physical and metaphysical reconfiguration -from skin to soul- had burned like all hell, and now left him leery of jumps. Each one was accompanied with the memory of his body begin rewritten by radioactive emerald fire. But this jump through the Omega 4 was SO MUCH WORSE.<br/><br/>He grimaced, glancing over at his new commander.<br/>"I will always hate that sensation, but was it my imagination that that felt more like being run over by a steamroller than it usually does?"