" This..." Darkmere spoke to him. " Is your final stand." He flexed his wings outward to emit a large gust of wind, and pulled a dagger from his belt. With one loud stomp of his right boot, Wolvinator sprinted forward. The speeds he achieved were unattainable by an average human, and even took his target off guard. Alcar threw the dagger at Wolvinator, pulling another one... and threw that one as well. And another, and another. They struck into his chest, his leg, his arm, his neck... all in succession. But that wouldn't stop him.

Alcar tried to dart backward, his wings taking flight. Wolvinator's hand grabbed him on his leg, holding him in place. Darkmere looked down at him and lifted his opposite leg to strike. Wolvie pulled him down and struck him in the chest with his claws, piercing through it and coming out clear of the other side. He gritted his teeth together, Wolvinator's own upper canines grinding into the lower ones. He was filled with rage and anger. The strike felt good, clean... complete. Pulling the blades from Alcar's chest, his body dropped to the ground, and a hydraulic sound emanated behind Wolvinator.

"Here you are Admiral..."

"Thank you."

Wolvie stood over him, looking down at Darkmere, whom laying before him. Reaching up, he pulled the daggers from various parts of his person and let them fall to the ground, one by one. He glanced over his shoulder, as the hydraulic noise sounded again.

"Something bothering you Wolvie?" The voice spoke and was similar to Wolvinator's, yet different at the same time. Instead of directly responding to him, he stood tall and looked forward.

"End program."

A whooshing sound swept over them, and immediately the entire scene faded from sight. All that remained is Wolvinator, and the one behind him. The two of them stood in a large, square room, with yellow lines that represented grid marks. Wolvie turned around to face the individual, his uniform still tattered and partially torn off. His metallic blades slipped back into his fists with a "snikt" sound. The holes where the throwing knives once impaled him were virtually gone, yet those wounds were no simulation.

"Nothin'" He finally replied to the man, before continuing. "What makes ya think somethin's wrong?" The two began to approach each other in the room that was just a battlefield moments ago.

"I've known you for what, over forty years now? I know when something is bothering you." The two men finally came to one another, and shared a very informal handshake. They pulled themselves toward one another, touching their chests together, as if they were hugging. With their free hands, they gave each other a rather hard pat on the back. It was a warriors handshake. to say the least. As they separated, they looked each other up and down, as old friends do.

The other man was in a working Starfleet Uniform with an Admiral's insignia. He was tall, quite tall, around six-foot-four and possibly even taller. It was hard to tell in the current environment. He had a fair complexion with very unique green eyes. They were a variety of different colors and seemed to grow lighter as they reached deeper in to the pupil. He had dirty blond hair that was short compared to most standards, but it did have some length to it.

"Just lettin' off some steam." Wolvie replied.

"On level ten, with safety parameters disabled? Those are danger room levels, sounds more than just letting off some steam."

Wolvinator shook his head, trying to shrug it off.

"Somethin' I just needed to take care of, letting off aggression... ya know?" He looked up at the man, placing his right hand over the back of his neck to roughly massage it.
"Last thing I wanna do is snap, ya know?"

The other man smiled at him, and motioned him towards the door.

"I know Wolvie, I know." He paused looking up as the door slid open, before continuing on.

"Why don't ya tell me what's been going on?"

The slender blue skinned female leaned over and looked down at a readout in main engineering. Her hair was a silvery color, with two antennae on the top of her head, and her collar device signified that she was a Lieutenant Commander. Her eyes swept over the screens swiftly as she followed an olive colored hand that pointed out varies objects on the display. Standing beside her, and pointing out the readouts, was another Lieutenant Commander. His pointed ears were very prominent as they sat outside of dark bowl shaped haircut. His eyebrows were very distinct as well, rather elongated and narrow.

The female's antennae danced for a moment as the air current in the room changed, from the onset of two approaching individuals. Two Admiral's had made their way to engineering.

"Status report Commander M'Gia." Wolvinator said as he made his way over to the readout display. The Andorian female stood tall and looked over to Wolvie, and she began to speak.

"Commander Stonn and myself have made some developments that we would like to share with you sir." She then looked over to Stonn as he continued. He spoke with a rather monotone voice, not showing any signs of emotion, and strictly about business.

"It appears that from the readings we analyzed from your tricorder, we have observed a variety of phenomena." Wolvinator looked down at the display screen, as did the second Admiral, while the Science officer continued.

"From what we analyzed, there are hundreds if not thousands of possible species combinations on the planet. Everything ranging from Vampires and the undead, to mutagenic and superhuman individuals, all the way to beings of godlike abilities."

"Would this solidify the theory that Rhy'Din is some form of, multiversal crossroads?" Admiral Wolvinator asked as the Vulcan Science officer nodded, tapping away at the console brining up another picture.

"It seems as though the universal constant is what the locals have dubbed 'The Nexus'..." M'Gia picked up.

"The Nexus is an inter dimensional, nonlinear, and multiversal rift of some kind. It is capable of pulling individuals and devices from one existence and bringing them into Rhy'Din. Sometimes without warning, and other times fully controllable." Stonn nodded with the Chief engineer, and then continued on himself.

"It appears that the Nexus has some form of marker, that can determine your place of origin. At least in our Universe. Every time you travel to the planet, there is a nebula that you pass through..."

Wolvie nodded, crossing his arms as he listened.

"That Nebula seems to be part of the overall Nexus that transports individuals to this multiverse focal point. I would surmise that it would be extremely difficult, if not impossible, to use the Nexus or the Nebula as a means to transport individuals from another Universe to our own."

"Understood Commander, excellent findings. I want to position the Xavier outside of the Nebula for further analysis into that hypothesis. I want to know as much as I can about the Nebula, and this Nexus."

The four individuals looked at each other, as the two Commanders responded in perfect synchronization.

"Aye, aye sir..."

The two Admiral's released their handshakes from one another, as the taller of the two turned and stepped up on the transporter pad. Turning back around now he faced Wolvinator giving what seemed to be a forced smile.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come with me back to Rhy'Din?" Wolvinator asked with a sign of hope in his face.

"I'll think about it. I'm currently working on a few other projects at the moment." The other Admiral replied to him.

"C'mon... it'll be fun. Another adventure. You and me, like always. I could really use the help."

"I'll see." At hearing that, Wolvinator gave him a grin and they both nodded at one another.

"Take care." He wished him.

"You as well." And Wolvie turned to his transporter officer, giving him a slight nod. The officer tapped away a few commands at the console, and then slid his hand upwards along a lighted motion lever. Wolvinator turned back to look at his friend as a stream of blue sparkling energy cascaded over his body, and he began to dematerialize. Within seconds the Admiral had completely disappeared from view and the energy stream had ceased.

"Thank you chief." he spoke with a nod, and proceeded out of the transporter room. Wolvinator walked down the corridor, casually nodding at crew mates from time to time as he came to a Turbolift and stepped into it. The doors swished behind him while he turned around to face them.

"Bridge."

The computer beeped at him and then began moving upward. The small opague windows behind him showed the passing of light while he sped past each one of the decks, and a soft humming sound came on while the equipment moved him throughout the vessel. He waited patiently, and placed his hands behind his back in a parade rest fashion as he did so. The trip was fairly quick, but it seemed much longer when you were alone in the lift. No one to talk to or share the ride with, let alone look at. It was as if you were watching a pot filled with water, and waiting for it to boil.

The transportation system came to a halt with another small beep, and the doors opened revealing the bridge to him. Taking a small breath, Admiral Wolvinator stepped onto it.

"Admiral on the bridge!" The boatswain mate announced, while the entire bridge crew stood from their posts and completely at attention. It was a tradition to announce the commander of a vessel, and he wasn't one for preventing a tradition from being carried out.

"As you were." Wolvinator ordered, while the crew went back to their duties. His deep blue eyes gently played over the bridge. Various stations lit up displays, schematics and readouts. The shipmates working to monitor ship systems and maintain their accurate positions while on the watch. It was quite an amazing thing to look at, even after all of these years serving in similar environments, he felt like it was a wonder to see. Making a left turn from the turbolift, he proceeded down a gently decline and made his way toward the command chair.

A large eight foot individual stood in front of the center command chair, looking down at the Admiral in a respectful way. He was in superior physical condition with pale blue skin and large hands with only four fingers on each hand. Two of the fingers appeared to be opposite opposable thumbs. He wore a uniform that surprisingly fit his physique, with a Commander's collar device, and had some form of a marking on his forehead just above his eyes. The Commander had no hair on the top of his head, and it did not look like he had the ability to do so.

"Good evening Admiral." he spoke at a low but deep tone, there was much power in his voice and it could be told in those three words he spoke.

"Good evening number one." Wolvinator replied. Number one is a title affectionately given to an officer who is second in command, literally because the first officer is, in name, the commanding officer's "number one" man or woman. This stems from an ancient human naval tradition from the days when sails were state-of-the-art propulsion systems.

"Admiral, we are still in formation with the USS Locust. Their commanding officer is safely aboard."

"Understood Mister Wootuay. Break formation with the Locust, and lay in a course for the Rhy'Din System.

"Aye, aye sir." replied Commander Wootuay as the two men took their respective seats on the bridge. The first officer looked forward at the helm.

"Helm, set a course for the Rhy'Din nebula, warp six."

"Course plotted, and laid in." A female voice spoke from the navigational chair, tapping away at the console before her.

"Take us there." Wootuay ordered, and the vessel streaked off into the stars.