There was something ethereal almost haunting about The Horizon. Now wandering in space with no true goal in mind, it felt as if the crew had been replaced. Lawrence sighed as he stared at the new crew funded by this strange organization. But they were the only ones, who were willing to find out about this mysterious disappearance. He looked over his dossiers for a moment and gave a brief sigh. None of these people seemed to be aware of the situation at hand. The Quarian whom had been waiting for him, to ambush into some sorta of impossible odds without any known information, was nowhere to be found. Instead his hand stuttered across the galaxy map and he made his decision on where to go first. There wasn't much to go on in either of them. He still didn't see how any of them would help in any manner.<br/><br/>His mind cautiously stayed idle for so long that he hadn't realize he had space out. Just staring out the galaxy map, a hand sized galaxy there in the ship. Almost like a child who wanted the toy of his favorite heroes.<br/><br/>The Quarian had slipped off, both curious about The Horizon and she wanted to make sure all safety measures were applied. Her expertise in tech would be their life saver. She must have known that this was a egotistical and narcissistic thought for she smiled underneath the helmet of her biosuit. She paused only for a moment to look at each and every terminal. Everything in here was good. Everything in here was intact and unharmed. And even though she was more aware of the threat than Lawrence, she was still both surprised and frightened.<br/><br/>She had finally considered her inspections full proof and made her way back towards the bridge. She didn't think much about the captain stuttering and leaning over the rails of the galaxy map. Instead she watched him from afar before slipping into her quarters, Lawrence no longer to be seen by her eyes.<br/><br/>Lawrence perked himself up both realizing a gaze and at the same time realizing he had to be a captain. And before he went anywhere he needed to establish his clear direction.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Location: Germinas, Attican Beta System<br/>Building: Biogen Research Facilities<br/><br/><br/>He didn't fight nor struggle, it's probably what made him the favorable of the subjects. There was always a man here, the same man. He knew he could feel something towards this man, but he never truly understood whatever stirred inside of him. They was something more complicated than his own process. He was certain it was some kind of feeling, but what kind of feeling he could never properly communicate consciously to himself. Like whatever he felt was stuck inside his soul. The man looming over him, while he was strapped onto the board, stroked his strawberry blond hair before fixing his glasses.<br/><br/>"Dennis," said a woman.<br/><br/>"Yes," Dennis said, "It's time to make history."