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Xeroh, sorry to confuse, I was going to fill you in, not keep you as prisoner. Ah well... that's what I get for having a real life. If you wish, I'll still give you the info I would have yesterday were you here longer.
Might as well....
On your ship, you percieve briefly an intense flash of light behind you. As you turn to see the cause, you see the same shilloueted figure you beheld on the Celer Manus Dei. The figure does not speak, yet his voice echoes in your head:
I was to give you a warning. The Ones you seek, you will not find where you suppose. All that remains here are dead relics; an ample testament to their power, which lies beyond the reach of any of us. If you use these ancient tools of theirs, however, you will only bring their wrath upon you. They only contact this universe when the balance they so carefully maintained before is threatened. I am caretaker of this balance, and I can not let you upset it, whether by my own life or death. If you choose again to seek the very seat of power they established over mortality itself at the galaxy's core, you shall feel the swift fall of my hand, as have countless others. I shall be watching.
The figure once again begins to blaze in a fire so bright and hot that you must look away, yet a moment before you divert your gaze, you behold, to your awe, his eyes... not as those of mortals bound to a life of corruption and vice, but pure... pure and free, burning with an unquenchable fire that far exceeds the very flames that wreath him.
And once more, he is gone, leaving a blackened impression on the floor, sparing only the initials CMD in the midst of the charred metal.
[Edited on 7/4/2004 5:45:36 PM]