How long had the Ganthorian Scientist Harpea stared at the wall waiting on the dimension hoppers to return? Her constant flickering inner eyelids ceased function. In her tired state even her telepathy fell silent. Having used it recently to monitor her crew members. For some reason their thoughts were gradually fading away. In silence Harpea nearly dozed off. If not for a lone rabbit joining her in the X'Hal's corridor and placing its front paws on the wall as if expectant she might have missed it.
"Do you sense something Creature?"
Before even a very low squeal the wall coalesces a vibrant blue. Rabbits pour out by the dozens. Harpea was forced to step aside to give them room. Astonished she hears barking. Following the rabbits came the German Shepard Xander. Reacting to it Harpea winced. She had never met the dog before. Was it going to attack her? Instead the pooch collides with the wall on the other side of the hallway. Shaking its head with a whimper it peers at Harpea.
"Hello. Xander senses you are a friend."
His thoughts in her head made her stand up straight. Before she could reply to him another arrival. In leaps the primitive Moe who instantly begins rolling around on the floor happy to be home.
"Madness." Harpea whispers.
Seconds later Greta Winston steps through hugging the wall. She too glad to be home. She was followed by James Ian. Then, Ruby Goddard. Seeing them Harpea held her chest. A smile contained yet feeling relief.
"We're home." Ruby huffs holding James tightly from behind.
James pats her arms and carries her away with his shuffle, "We better step aside. Sophia might fall into us and her Tyrants might hurt anything in their way."
"Right."
Seconds later Sophia Ridge marches through pretty as you please, "Last call. Goodbye Avalon. Hello Pangaea." The portal dims behind her forcing her to turn toward the once blue wall caressing it, "See you soon Lover." Kissing the wall burns the print of her lips into it. A lasting impression.
"For the last time I'm right here." James had to rub it in.
"Oh yeah! Kiss me you fool." Sophia jests moving in to kiss James only to have Ruby defensively pull her son behind her, "Oh come on I was only kidding." She wags her tongue at James who swallows dryly.
"Enough! Harpea? Is everything okay?" The Colonel narrows her eyes.
"I regret to inform you that it is not."
"Harpea? Fill me in."
"Your friend Malcolm was returned to us from the hybrid Animahni. He has lost his body to an Osirian God. The effects of the fruit he ate has nearly left his system. He will surely die if Madigan Ridge does not successfully return with another apple."
"Dear God. Is he on the X'Hal or the X'Orr?"
"X'Orr." James answers for her, "I can hear his thoughts. So much pain Mom."
"Maddy went to the indoor Eden?" Ruby looks for confirmation.
"Yes."
"Wait! Guys?" James frets, "Remember the last time we went there something was alive. We never bothered to go back and check it out."
"Rabbits maybe?" Ruby eyed the furry friends still lingering around them.
"I don't think so." James holds his temples as if attempting a probe of thoughts in the area of the greenery site to the far end of their location. He heard nothing. Not even Madigan Ridge.
"How could Malcolm's body be stolen from him if he's here now?" Greta points out.
"It appears the Osirian God known as Atum has escaped his prison. He is a God that was turned into a gaseous state centuries ago. I myself did a study on Osirian mythology while in school. Somehow your friend was purged from his own body. Without further examination we cannot know how he can be in two places at once. I would say it is the apples assertion over his body. In its massive state I would educate that like an apple having its core so did Malcolm. He himself the core to the larger body."
"Oh that's deep." Ruby huffs looking at James, "Anything Brain Boy?"
"Nothing. The only thoughts I am picking up are Gaicazar's and a few Ganthorian's. Everyone else sleeping?"
"I had lost contact with my associates waiting here. Perhaps we should check on them." Harpea nods.
Ruby agrees, "Greta go hug your Man. Find out anything you can from him. James go check on your older self. Something doesn't feel right to me. Sophia find your Mom. Harpea? Let's go check out your crew and Malcolm's condition. I need to speak with Animahni. Wait! If they're here where is Cam and Elle? Ugh! No rest for the weary."
Deep within the exposed Osirian starship revealed amid the rubble of a concealing pyramid...
"Cameron? Are you here?" Sabbath Black and her companion the dwarf sized Werewolf Bogart Ross ease through the shadows, careful not to misstep and bury themselves under massive stones.
"My schnoz is picking up scents leading this way." Bogart sniffs at the ground.
"I too smell them. Yet, I sense death here as well. A very old death. Come Bogg let us track them."
"Right behind ya Hotstuff." Even a dwarf couldn't help but admire her curves. The Vampire living in the light of day was stunning. In a shimmering almost moist appearance to her lovely white flesh.
"Quit drooling Bogart."
"Hey! I'm a canine right now. Panting and drooling is a given."
"Dogs! I swear."
"At least I'm not humping your leg."
"Yet."
"Thanks for having faith in me." He growls. Lord knows he wanted to hump her leg. Dammit!
As they found their way through the stone corridors once locked away they discover a wall of glyphs. Searching it Sabbath senses certain glyphs having been touched by others. With nostrils ever so closely to each glyph she discerns who had recently entered. Discovering a moon she is drawn to it. Bogart standing upright also investigates the sign of the Jackal.
"Anubis I think." He wheezes, the dust making him sneeze. Placing an awkward looking hand upon the marking it gives way to a wall. Slipping open he looks up at Sabbath, "We going in?"
"Do we have a choice? We must help our friends."
"Your friends. I don't even know them. They good people? Not gonna scream and yell, WEREWOLF! are they?"
"Only if you hike your leg on them."
"Funny lady. Bite me! Not literally." Having already been bitten by another Werewolf years ago...okay time was irrelevant in Pangaea you get the idea. He worried what might happen should a Vampire also bite him. Would he become both? Bogg Ross was not the smartest fella in the desert.
Slithering through the narrow passage they enter the tombs. Immediately both of them felt a static in the air. Bogart's fur riling up and feeling strange. Sabbath's own hair the same. Her flesh gathering goosebumps for the first time that she could remember in her Vampire state. Uncommon to the living dead. She chalked it up to her ever evolving body due to Cameron Scott. The winged one that is. Maybe she was in a state of flux between life and death now. It was hard to tell. Occasionally she did feel her pulse flutter. Gone as fast as she examined her wrist.
"What's causing me to go all fuzzy?" Bogg whines.