Jarno was gone in an orange burst of energy. Ariana's suit had demorphed and she was stuck in the fever dreams of a relapse. They would pass but if she survived, she'd be needing another fix, and not squarely in her right mind.<br/><br/>They were safe for the moment in their resistance camp... but the skeletal frame of Niberus that filled the sky was looking down on the carnage of Time Squares remains. On a series of screens, the events of the fight played back, the footage reflecting off of a series of frosted glass pods, the figures inside still and dark.<br/><br/>There was a silence to the cold room that wasn't so much the absence of sound, but the contemplation of beings, as if the tubes were somehow deep in thought. Jarno was chained in the middle, his body smaller now, obviously in the early stages of withdrawal. His punishment for failure.<br/><br/>One of the tanks lit up, and the flash of light showed a circular room, the inner wall lined with frosted stasis champers, the dark, skinny figures of long preserved Niberians showing.<br/><br/>"Hmmm... 2, possibly 3 Rangers... this is not good" Several of the tanks would flash and echo, crooning his final two words. Their minds had been altered by the long sleep.<br/><br/>"The struggling will only use up what precious little N-Gauge you have in your system Jarno... and you know what it feels like when that happens, don't you?" "It is time to awake the Prince..." "The Prince..." "Awake the Prince" "He shall test it" "Tesssst it..."<br/><br/>The room went dark, Jarno's whimpering the only sound.