About three hours later, the crew (at least, those who wanted to be there) found themselves in the torpedo control room of the<em>Tentitha</em>, while a single figure in a white robe knelt in the middle of the torpedo tube.  Harlock Nephins, the Captain of<em>Tentitha </em>gestured expansively to the control panel.  "We've got it locked up tight.  All the exits are magnetically sealed, and the firing sequence is armed and locked.  We're behind a void shield, nine layers of transparent plasteel, and a gellar field."  The captain said triumphantly, pointing to a green button.  "Press that button to open the torpedo tube and vent everything inside into the void.  The button next to it begins the firing sequence, filling the room with a high energy current.  The key to the side engages the plasma catapult, incinerating anything in the torpedo chamber."  Captain Nephins explained, before flipping several switches.  "I've opened a vox channel to the-<br/><br/>"Hello.  Thank you for arriving so swiftly.  I was concerned that this present incarnation would end before I had a chance to speak with my beloved."  A deep, sinister voice intoned, sounding for all the world like...  a grandfather.  Not just any grandfather, but your grandfather, except strong, and powerful, and invincible, like a devil.  The prisoner looked up and smiled, revealing the scars where his ears had been cut off, and his wrinkled flesh.  His eyes were deep and blue and happy, and his robe as white as a dove.  He smiled, and a chill flowed through the control room, gellar field or no.  Somehow, the prisoner didn't need to be told when the vox link was open, he simply knew, and ended his meditations.  His fox ears twitched slightly, while he remained still and kneeling.