Ether knew all his race had found out about the T'Leias, but he accessed it again via his deep connection with the rest of his people.  He sifted the recollections and the 'penned' histories of how the T'Laias had found them shortly after year zero.  How an understanding had grown between them philosophically and spiritually.  They had done all within their power, short of handing them life water, to aid them in their time of need.<br/><br/>Here, before him, was one of the space faring entities from T'Leia, easily a cruiser class vessel.  He knew that these ships were often hunted and 'drained' of all life water and left to drift in space.  The tales of the riches gathered from such sales was well beyond ludicrous, even for ones the likes of this nicely armored fellow before Aqua and himself.  It was currently all but broken in a death struggle with a dreadnought group with carrier escort.<br/><br/>Reaching out with that innate ability his race had developed to survive, Ether telepathically reached out to the ship.<em>Greetings to you, vessel of the T'Leias.  May I offer my assistance in your time of need?</em>It had been noted in many files that these were the first last words of the formal greeting from this water loving race to his after year zero.  It had such become customary to greet the other in kind, when the other was in need of a helping hand.  This was his first encounter with this creature of such breath taking form (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIRBn1Vfd2w/TSFXJkPdjQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Wf8hhgDSNs0/s1600/Atlantic-Manta-Ray-4636.jpg), such an alien encounter that drew his non existent breath away, just like he was back home, growing up.  He had met several generations of T'Leias, but this one was previously unknown to him.<br/><br/>"...hard to starboard..!  Tactical, who is the newcomer?...<Crashing>...<Screech and Squeal>...Engineerin..! <POP>"<br/><br/>Ether shook his head.  He was never one for a good entrance.  So he decided to fall back upon a solid second impression.<br/><br/>With his form masked in his gaseous slip of a body, Ether cut to port and caught the sight of a behemoth of a battered dreadnought, Terran class.  Whatever the beat up nature revealed from the exterior, one thing was for sure.  The gun batteries were top notch and black market and they were making short work of the Tl'loran Gal'kal.  Then there were the drones.  The carrier, which also looked all blasted to hades, was emitting these sleek almost invisible black darts that twinkled with sharp crimson needles annihilation of very close range, before darting out again.<br/><br/>The decision was not easy.<br/><br/>He focused his radiation sense for the reactor of the behemoth and found it.  He traced his sight back to a major power coupler, pulsing with extreme plasmic radiation, knowing if targeted, would produce a power cascade leading to power shutdown to protect from explosion.  His eyes pulsed white hot blue, the same color of the twinkling pulsar within his breast, and then went still.<br/><br/>For those not gifted with radiation sight, let me elaborate.  Piercing.  Gama.  Ray.  Burning.  WhitehHotBlue.<br/><br/>He easily overcame the ships armor and shields and tripped the coupler.  He snapped his attention to the carrier.  Drones.  They had to have direct support from their carrier...  COMMUNICATIONS ARRAY!  He switched his vision to look for strong radio emissions and found them.  These were tachyon carrier waves, ultra secure.  Ether had a key though, Anti Tachyons.  The array shorted, and the drones careening off in whatever position they were flying last, Ether turned his attention to the frigates.<br/><br/>In the four seconds it had taken to dispatch those two direct deliveries of destructive potential, the Frigates had found him.  He spent the next 6.14 seconds dodging the first counter battery fire from all four, respectively.  Mean while, the Tl'loran Gal'kal found its range and imploded one in a crash of highly ionized water.  One down, three to go...<br/><br/>The frigates were all tricked out too, but they could not maneuver like Ether.  In less than sixty seconds, the three remaining vessels were disabled and drifting.<br/><br/>The next four days were some of the richest that Ether had every spent in a temporal way.  Most of his fondest memories were well before year zero.  Once he had set his form to that of a rare hydrogen mix, he really had not had much to retain in the way of excitement.  Unless it was facts about the Devastator.  Thats what the Hydrans had decided to name the destructor of their galaxy.  The Hydrans were agnostic and only believed what they could sense.  Yet, this was an ideal opportunity to speak to the spiritual leader of the T'Leias.  He used nearly every waking moment to discuss the importance and the realization of the Goddess in their every day lives.  With a constant connection to his race cosmic wise, he kept them well informed of the play by plays.  His interview was one of insight and a depth that the Hydrans had yet to experience.<br/><br/>Ether had refused to go and leave the injured Tl'loran Gal'kal to its own defenses, so he traveled with Aqua to the pirate haven.  He carefully tried to ascertain the T'Leias attitudes in encountering such a den of thievery.  Surely she had to be on edge to even be here with so many cut throat opportunists in spitting distance.<br/><br/><em>"I will stay with you, these are dire days.  You are needed by your people,"</em>Ether thought to Aqua.<br/><br/>And so they awayed to the planet.  To be quite honest, he was unsure as to why they were checking in dirt side at all.  Ether, for one, abhorred revealing himself.  He had, however, perfected a way to almost completely blend in to the sight of normal corporeals.  Yet, when he truly assessed a person, he was visible to them, if not for the briefest of moments.<br/><br/><OOC> Of course, this was NO PROBLEM for the sensor suite of Alexanders suit.<br/><br/>Ether appeared to Alexander as the truest representation of his incorporeal form.  He could see a the exact physique description as a physical beginning and end to what was Ether.  Yet, beyond that defining point (prolly due to the curvature of space around the edges), Ether appeared to the precise scanning as a solar unit, star and those orbiting, basically, a look at your night sky with reflective optics.  Thus looks Ether within his frame.  At the center of his breast, pulses a blue white twinkling of light, marble sized, tangible.  Yet, unless criticals are roled, you aint touching it.<br/><br/>Ether will remain silent and acknowledge Alexander with a nod.  The radiation burst from Alexanders suit in a sensory scan let him know he was looking, so he looked back, passive and stary  ^.^<br/><br/>