[Deaging into DANGER MODE]

[takeme2urpants]

[If you are looking for Admiral ZEX right now, you're going to be disappointed. He is not on his ship, in the Mess Hall, or available at any of his regular haunts. In fact, Admiral ZEX isn't in Camp at all.]

[Instead, Captain ZEX, circa 2126--younger, buffer, and meaner--is prowling around near the barrier, confused, angry, and not in the mood for

Comments

[watchmycannon]

[Is out searching for something, frustrated himself, but--]

--Lost something, Admiral?

[takeme2urpants]

[Instantly, his gun his raised and his expression reads as Very Unamused.]

[watchmycannon]

[Goes very still]

I've caught you at a bad time, I see.

[takeme2urpants]

Name and rank, human.

[watchmycannon]

[...Raises an eyebrow briefly, but catches on quickly to Camp's ways]

David Nassau, marquis of Athlum.

[takeme2urpants]

Marquis.

I require information. This is... not Athlum.

[watchmycannon]

It is not, no. Nor is it like where you are expecting, I imagine. We have the all of us been taken captive by a very powerful woman who hardly never shows herself.

[takeme2urpants]

I should have specified--this planet's politics mean nothing to me. Tell me the galactic coordinates.

[watchmycannon]

Ah, I am afraid I do not know them. My world was not space-faring. All I know of intergalactic travel I learned from you, as it happens.

[takeme2urpants]

...

[Processing] You have no beyond-surface communications?

[watchmycannon]

That is correct.

[takeme2urpants]

What year is it?

[watchmycannon]

Year 2011, on the Earth calendar.

[takeme2urpants]

I see.

[Processing]

[watchmycannon]

As for the how and why, I am afraid the none of us can satisfactorily answer that.

[takeme2urpants]

Of course not, given your current capabilities.