A group of weary individuals awaits a final destination after a long, arduous journey

???: "I realize our trek has been perilous everybody, but our trip is almost at an end. Just in the nick of time too, as l think that star might go supernova sooner then we first thought."

???; "So just hang tight everybody, as soon as Stusshy gets back we'll hit the portal room and get to safety. Almost to the finish line, folks."

Stusshy; "Alright, portals just ahead. But there's a slight problem Marrnix."
Marrnix: "What kind of problem Stusshy?"

Stusshy; "There's already somebody in there..."
Marrnix: "What!? Who?? This locations portal is high-grade need-to-know-only straight from command! A straggler from another group perhaps?"
Stusshy: "I don't think so, Major."

Major Marrnix; "Wasters then? I'm guessing a mole tipped them off.."
Stusshy: "Nah, Major, definitely not Wasters, I don't know who they are...they're wearing a uniform I've never seen before. They seem to be crazed though, I heard them talking to themselves."
Major Marrnix: "Well there's only the one, so lets set 'em to stun and get to that portal. I hate to leave someone behind, enemy or not, but we have no choice."

Marrnix: "Alright everybody we're going in fast and tight! Let me and Stusshy secure the unknown occupant, then head for the portal. We should make that evac ship with time to spare."

Marrnix: "You ready Stusshy?"
Stusshy: "Always sir!"
Marrnix: "Good, lets get this done."

???: "...okay. I'm begging you mysterious console. I've tried everything I can conceivably think of. You vex me. I'm really surprised you guys aren't laughing your asses off, buncha jerks."

???: "Oh by Our Creators will! Reveal your secrets to me infernal device, I command you!...oh wherever the hell we are I hope not all the tech is as shitty as this. I heard that snicker 547!"

Marrnix and Stusshy: "FREEZE!!"
???: "What the brikhell?!? You guys scared the crap out of me! Ever heard of announcing yourselves? What if I was washing my unmentionables Hang on guys, lets see what happens here..."
Marrnix: "Get those hands up!"

???: "Yeah, yeah I heard you the first time big mouth!"
Marrnix: "Good! You might just make it out of here then, whoever you are. Cattassa, the controls!"
Cattassa: "On it!"

Cattassa: "Starting roving sequence. Locking in destination coordinates. Destination lock unbalanced? Hey...what the??"

Cantassa: "What have you done to this device...uh, .you?"
???: "Look lady just don't get your undies in a bunch. And the names 41...Number 41 if you want to be an ass about it. To answer your asinine question I haven't done anything to it otherwise I wouldn't be having this pleasant chat with you right now because i'd be long gone."

#41: "Now that that's out of the way, mind telling me who you are? I doubt I have such a diehard fanbase for my dating profiles, so I'm going to assume you're somebody local...which means you could maybe solve a few mind-bending puzzles for me."

#41: "Well for one thing I can presume you're all here due to the star thats about to go nova and rearrange this planets status quo to extinct, right?"
Marrnix: "You guess correctly"
#41: "And I'd also bet noodles to nickels that this portal here is probably your one and only ticket of this rock, right?"
Cantassa: "Yeah thats about the gist of it...but none of us are going nowhere unless you tell me what damage you did to it!"
#41: "Oh I'm two for two, I'm so good at this game! I should've went pro but coach said I didn't have the build for it! No, 90, stand down. We're getting somewhere. Literally and physically, so just simmer down, hot sauce!"
Cantassa: "Err...who are you talking to?"

#41: "As I said I didn't do anything to that hunk of shit! It seems that whatever it uses as a directional finder is on the fritz, so I was trying to replace it with what I have on hand...and that isn't going to well."
Cantassa: "Great...I'm going to run a diagnostic and see what you messed up."
#41; "You do that, sweetcheeks! If you find some questionable links though, those were totally already there."
Marrnix: "Get you hands up. Watch 'em Stusshy."
Stusshy: "Consider 'em watched"

Marrnix: "Whats the status Cantassa? We're running low on time."
Cantassa: "Working on it, but this portal hasn't been accessed for decades. Consoles got to go through a history lesson to get up to speed, its going to take a few minutes."
#41: "While we wait, lets grab a cup of coffee sit in a circle, sing some songs and get to know each other a little better as our meeting has been AWKWARD! I'll lead the first chorus of wheels on the bus. And while we're waiting on that cup of joe, maybe you can tell me who you are and what you want with me. If your selling Space Girl cookies I'm not in the market after a visit from little Bonnie."
Marrnix: "Well aren't you a chatty one..."
#41: "What can I say I was born with the gift of gab. Okay thats something personal about me...your turn! Hold on a second guys, almost got 'em. It'll totally be worth it."
Marrnix: "This ones certainly unhinged. But lets play it your way."

Marrnix: "My name is Major Mik Marrnix of Locus Rimor Societas. And yes you are correct in deducing that a star is about to go supernova, which is why it is imperative for us to get this portal up and working, we aren't exactly sure how much time is left but our people say a little over two weeks."
#41: "More like 5 more days but...whatever. Anyways good to meet you Major Marrny of the Locus Rimor Societas thats very cute by the way. So...where are we exactly again? I guess I've forgotten since I didn't really know in the first place..."
Marrnix: "It's Major Marrnix or sir to you!"
#41: "Touchy....maybe you should try some breathing exercises."
Marrnix: "I'll keep that in mind, and just so I don't have to hear you ask again we're currently in Sector White, Grid Alpha on the Planet Eassilta, in the soon-to-be-supernovaed Cobalt Sector, in the Anno Galaxy."
#41: "....can you repeat that last part?"
Marrnix: "ANNO GALAXY!!! Can you hear me now?
#41: "Yeah, yeah i got it. Anno? Why does that sound so familiar?"
Marrnix: "Now get your hands up or I will stun you!"
#41: "With that ancient piece of crap? Not in this lifetime, bucko! But your the man!"

#41: "Okay my hands are up in the air..."
Marrnix: "Finally some compliance!"
#41: "...can I wave them around like I just don't care?"
Marrnix: "You may not."
#41: "Phooey..."

#41: "Yup they finally got old 41, looks like this could be the end! Oh if only I had some strapping young folks to save me..."
*Silence*
#41: "...some real heroic types to pop out of the shadows and save the day at the last minute! Yes some dear comrades and old allies to pounce on these miscreants and ave the day and my ass once again..."
*Silence*
#41: "...are you fucking kidding me right now guys?"

#41: "...you're the worst. This is about that emo crack from earlier, isn't it? I take it back, the black doesn't make you look like some metal band pansy fanboys. No in fact it makes you look really dangerous and completely badass in the best way possible. Now quit jerking around, asshats!"
???: "Haha...41 totally did it, guess I owe you a drink 90."

???: "FREEZE! GET YOUR HANDS UP! DROP YOUR WEAPONS OR YOU"RE DEAD!!!"
#41 : "....my heroes..."
Marrnix: "What the? Dammit! Lose the blaster Stusshy! Looks like we've been had!"
Stusshy: "Where'd they come from? I watched this 41 character for good little while, they were alone!"

#41: "Appearances can be deceiving, buddy. You should probably work more carrots into your diet, they do wonders for the eyes, or you know maybe learn to spot active light-bending camo or something...I don't have all the answers for you."
Marrnix: "Light-bending camo?"
#41: "Yup, totally adapted it from a movie I seen. You know the one: killer alien with high-tech weaponry that likes collecting skullls, yoked eastern european action stars? Eh, maybe it was before your time...moving on!"

#90: "So what are we doing with them, 41? If I might be so bold maybe we should put bullets in them and leave them here for the supernova?"
#41: "Sounds like a waste of bullets, besides if you kill them we can't learn anything...duh!"

Marrnix: "No matter what fate you threaten us with you'll get nothing out of us!"
#41: "I wouldn't be so sure about that Marrny! You being here has already taught me a great deal more then I knew before I met you."
Marrnix: "Save it! We got nothing to say to the likes of you!"
#41: "Your mouth may being telling me no, but your bodies telling me yes! Now we get to play who has the secrets! One of my faves!"

#41: "Eenie meenie minney..."

#41: "No..."

#41: "Noppers..."

#41: "Ding, ding! Winner winner..."

#41: "Why hello there, pinky!"

#41: "So.....seen any Blacktronians lately?"
Pinky: "...eep..."

Pinky: "Look I don't know what a Blackhornian is?"
#41: "It's Blacktronian and thats absolutely absurd! Director Lena's sensor nanoites are are on your outfit...granted theres a few left that haven't been self-terminated, but this is enough to tell me you've been somewhere in her vicinity recently. So tell me a story..."
Pinky: "...eep...

Pinky: "L-look I can get in some real serious shit right now!"
#41: "Don't get much more serious then dying in a cosmic explosion, does it?"

#41: "So spill the beans my dear..."
Pinky: "I-I-I seen a concert, that was all! Maybe those nanoites were with somebody else in the crowd?"
#41: "Nice try girlfriend, but I know those nanoites are security detail types, doubt they'd just be hanging around some random...now maybe try the real tale of your adventures. Try not to bullshit me again, I've only got so much patience."
Pinky: "...eep..."

Pinky: "Oh man, I'm so busted. Okay look there was a concert in a place called the Fringe system...Building 4 Destruktion was headlining so I totally had to go. W-we're not supposed to use the A-Gates without Commands consent, but there was no way I was missing a once in a lifetime opportunity like that..."

#41: "Alright, well I have the where and the what....now all I need to know is the how."
Pinky: "You're going to get me killed...."
#41: "Pinky!"
Pinky: "Okay okay....I used a portable A-Gate device to make the trip. I-I didn't overstay or anything, I just popped over and right back, I swear."
#41: "Now we're getting somewhere, that Cantassa is right though I did do something to the console...so wheres the device you used to pop over and right back?"
Pinky: "I-I destroyed it! Those things are super uber illegal around here and I didn't want to risk the security forces finding me with it."
#41: "Swell....well this particular console is missing a few parts including whatever directional locator item you folks use...I'm guessing you destroyed that too?"
Pinky: "N-no. They aren't illegal..."
#41: "So?..."

Pinky: "...here. This is the one I used, still has a full charge too. I'm so borked! Like life in shambles type borked."
#41: "I'm sure you'll survive somehow. What the...? A resonance crystal attuned to a hyper-bandwidth frequency? Curious, no wonder I couldn't get the damn thing to work with standard Transparents, they might appear to the be same thing to the untrained eye but these crystals and Transparents are wildly different, this could prove useful knowledge once I have more time to study them side-by-side. Thanks Pinky!"
Pinky: "Err..you're wel---"

Marrnix: "Illegal travel on a schedule black plus outlawed device?!!! Citizen you are under arrest!"

Marrnix: "You've violated about a hundred different sector codes and three dozen Societas citizen charters! You'll be lucky to serve time and not be jettisoned into the nearest celestial body! By authority of command I hereb---"
#90: "Get back in line and get your hands up! Now!"
Marrnix: "This violation can not stand! When I'm through with her---"

#41: "Alright enough! Shut the hell up Marrny, your making my ears bleed..."

#41: "You should be bowing down and kissing her feet, Major, she probably just saved our collective ABS asses, so if she broke a few rules I for one am going to look the other way and give her a mulligan Benny. If he steps out of line again shoot him!"
#90: "With pleasure."

#41: "So listen good boys and girls: I'm going to exact the repairs this console needs and try to get us out of here before the stars start exploding, in the meantime maybe you should all thank Pinky here for her dedication to code violations and perhaps throw her a parade or a BBQ or something for loving concerts."

#90: "We are waiting for the others right?"
#41: "Of course. Once Sir 10-gallon and Sarge McDouchewhistle get back, WE ARE OUT OF HERE!!"
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