solarion immediately sets to reading several crystal tablets that surround him as he walks. he waves his hands and new ones come into his view . he seems to be searching for some sorts of information and employs a number on ongoing divination tools to align the coordinates of the ship and monitor for sindavathar transmissions. solarion is extremely dignified and appears to be hovering along without touching the ground. despite wyk's spiky nature, both of these elves posess an unreal level of poise and togetherness. the appear to have a highly developed telepathik code which allows them to communicate easily without speaking but is not penetrable by neto, who gave up trying to lock into their sendings long ago

a detail that surprises both neto and ikon is the number of plants and bio species that also line the corridors and walls. all the shard banks seems to be touched, somewhere by some sort of plant or ivy.

wyk: try not to touch anything

neto: you know, i've made first contact with 23 races on their homeworlds. i've been invited into palaces that defy description, and noone has told me not to touch anything. in fact, elves are the only race except grem to treat me less than themselves. funny that. grem are just stupid. what does that make you?

wyk: elvish... now, if you do touch anything i will be forced to run you thru a temporal, data stream sterilization process. you will be naked and it lasts 2 days.

neto: fine fine. i wont touch anything, but i can't vouch for ikon over there. looks like he's drooling.

ikon is looking at the massive array of network shards compiled into a mind boggling lattice of complex geometrik forms.

ikon: nice warp core. hey wyk..nice cones!

wyk: pft. thats more than a warp core. that's a transtemporal hyperdimensional spatial array. it contains the essential core components of the ship's flight capabilities. its beyond a propulsion mechanism, it also involves complex manipulations of the timestream in order to move to and from destinations of great distance.

ikon: hmmm. pretty impressive tech. elvish constructions are pretty much the meta in terms of distance coverage and speed, but i notice your encryption strategies are subpar.

wyk: what?! bite thy tongue whelp. elvish crystal is unsurpassed in the galaxy.

ikon: i dont know, maybe for speed, but not for stealth. take guardian for example. you cant ever get get more than a trace emission from his ship. he's so cloaked even the sindavathar have no idea he exists. he's pretty low priority for them mind you, but still, i expected you'd have a far more advanced security array.

neto: hell, we coded beta with a comparable cloak to this one. i'd have thought you guys would have the ultimate subspace invisibility tactiks.

wyk: (hands on hips) i doubt, highly, that any human could have technology that surpasses ours.

neto: ha. i tell you wyk, that elvish arrogance has got to go. i mean talk about your basic shakesperean fatal flaw. besides, there's a huge population of bastard elf terrans whove kinda upped the level in terms of genetiks. its all so biblical. poor little fallen angels. suuure we have to crawl up from the slimy depths and the mud to get into crystal lightships. you elves dont even know your history. i can practically trace mine back to amoeba. but thats not really the point. point is that we are helping you find your past so lets all try and be civil, and for once can you just admit you dont know everything.

solarion: (looking up from one of his tablets) symbient archivism intersecting the informational inputs.

wyk: so where is this mythikal "guardian"?

neto: (neto and ikon look at each other with shock) umm. well i think we can probably find him. he's given us a shard, similar to the one that you and solarion use to invade our privacy.

wyk: the one you use to set up week long temporally infolded excursions to nympha you mean?

ikon: we were charting important new trajectories for the terran navigational collective

wyk: yeah yeah. interesting legends they have about you now. you two are such excellent diplomats for your people.

neto: fair enough fair enough. we learned our lesson. weird thing about that trip was a strange spatial anomaly having to do with ikon's hair.

ikon: ya..i reentered nova and my head was shaved. dont remember doing it. must have been a temporal distortion.

wyk and solarion stop what they are doing and closely examine one large shard in the center of the room. they seem transfixed by the streaming incoming codes which fly across the screen faster than neto and ikon can blink.

solarion: portal portending numinous advance

wyk: intuiting level 1 clearance.

neto: so we can take you to see guardian if you wish, altho i'm hesitant to fully leave nova, and we can't just transport into his ship. thats the amazing thing about the guardian. we have to locate him thru our com shard first, then he sends us hyperencrypted co-ordinates which we have to decode after smoking this special rezin he synthesizes. he's developed a methodology of encoding informational codexes into his concoctions. essentially, you have to be in this one altered state to be able to figure out his instructions.

wyk: he sounds paranoid

neto: he's really quite an intense guy. i've never seen someone have so much crystal online at all times. he has reason to be paranoid tho. the entire terran central command has been trying to track him down for years. he coded their original security systems in this extra specially devious way where he set all sorts of loops and circuit entries for him to maintain connection and influence.

ikon: master coding. he is actually able to monitor communications on a wide band of transmission channels. thing is he's no diplomat. speaks super frankly about his opinions about life in the galaxy. a bit of a folk hero to the terran pilgrimage to galactik central. they are light years behind. he broadcasts an especially popular music stream from his lightship which is heard by millions. he's also synthesized over a thousand psychoactive substances, some specially designed to enhance the experience of listening to his music. he's kind of a syaesthetic magician.

solarion: hexagram 52

neto: hmmm the radiosonik way. indeed. i've made a number of links in his work to the work that my mother was doing with elvish crystal. his travelling has to do with tones and genetiks. i think you may actually find him useful, if not slightly deranged. its quite hard to pinpoint his agenda. he seems simply into discovering and creating new technologies.

wyk: maybe you should actually contact him.

ikon: i have the shard here. (reaches into his bag and pulls out a rather strange looking flourescent purple shard. )

neto: ha! nice one. i didnt even think to bring it.

ikon: i knew it might come in handy. all we have to do is plug it into a matrix mainframe console

wyk: you aren't going to upload that crazy thing into my database

neto: do you want to see him or not?

wyk: alright alright. but if i get gnomes or viri, your are going in with the lasers and getting rid of each one.

ikon: he has surprisingly few gnomes. he doesn't use windows so there's no ads or anything.

wyk: ok ok. set it up.

solarion: interior geomantik allies indicating the future shapes. hexagram 23

ikon begins setting up the crystal by doing a series of hand motions as the crystal hovers in the air. it shoots up towards a large mainframe crystal shard which lowers itself from the top of the crystal dome.