After he made those last few preparations, he was soon shuttled back aboard his vessel, the last Wisp sent down with the requisite doctors and specialists to rejuvenate the Primary... and as a slow job, well... perhaps he'd be back intime to see her when the last operation was completed. But for now, he was in his quarters with Miria, his Se idly wrapping her finger with her hair and unspiraling it, whilst the warp engines readied themselves, sending the vessel on its hours long journey to the next world... Or at least, that was the plan. Around halfway through however, the vessel was suddenly wrenched from the alternate space, caught in an interdiction field as the captain would find alerts of airlocks being forced open flashing across his screens. In the time it would take for an Alert to be sounded, giant robots of an unknown design had forced their way into every important compartment aboard, stunning the crew working there and tying them up before moving onwards, to their next targets. The first thing Mala and Miria would know was the door violently being ripped down, revealing two such machines stomping in. But unlike the rest of the droids, they didn't open fire with their Stun rounds, instead they merely tracked the pair as an armoured figure sauntered in, clearly happy with themselves.
