Homecoming

Posted on Thu Jan 2nd, 2020 @ 2:07pm by Galatea & Captain Nathan Bishop & Commander Nathan Hawkins & High Commissioner Jasmine Haynes & Lieutenant Commander Lily Snow PhD, MD & Petty Officer 2nd Class Corvus Hannah
Edited on on Thu Jan 2nd, 2020 @ 5:07pm

5,463 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: Atlantis
Location: Preserver Juggernaut
Timeline: 2429-12-03, 23:00 Hrs

Galatea stood in the cockpit of the Preserver Juggernaut watching the holographic displays around her. The replica of Earth, which they had come to call Atlantis, was in space below them hovering like a jewel in the sky. The history of this near ancient vessel played through her mind, the real reason the Atlanteans were brought here playing over and over.

If they only knew why.

She opened her mouth and a series of lyrical tones emanated, connections being established between herself and the vessel. Emerald green energy rose from a workstation and danced in the air around her as the ship followed her directives. The computers and systems of the ship responding to her every demand through the power surges. Her orders were clearly defined and the last mission of the Preservers would be completed. A new order would soon be upon the galaxy and the Atlanteans would have a role.

She blinked as her sensors noted an energy discharge in the corridor outside of the cockpit. Lifesigns appeared, the biosigns clearly identified by her databanks. "I had a feeling you would be returning."

"We're here, to help you." Jasmine pointed out to her, as she kept her weapon holstered for the moment. But was already thinking about pulling it on her, if need be to protect the away team.

Lily only cocked an eyebrow at Jasmine. She casually walked past the group and was looking at the various holograms, committing them to memory. "This is a homecoming for you, isn't it Galatea?" She asked.

Nathan was silent for a moment as first Jasmine and then Lily addressed Galatea. As they spoke to the AI his eyes were on the instrument panels all around them. The ship was more 'alive' than on their previous visit. Finally he looked at and addressed Galatea. "Galatea, your needed on Starfleet One or the Enterprise if you prefer. That is your home, that is where you belong. The Admiral needs you, the crew needs you. Don't turn your back on them." He took a breath, "Come back with us Galatea."

The AI cocked her head to the right, "Why would I do such a thing, Commander? As Miss Snow asserts this is a homecoming for me, as well as the Atlanteans below." The holographic viewer locked in on the world below, the island appearing central in the display.

"I am about to finish what the Preservers began," she informed. "Return to your vessel, you are not needed here. I am."

Hannah let the others deal with the computer being. He wanted to get more medical data, to work on the idea of the ship as a living being. More importantly, that it was in an artificially created coma in order to keep it docile. To that end, he was running both his diagnostic glove and tricorder at the same time. This way he doubled the information gathering at twice the speed.

He wasn't a counselor but he was worried that they kept trying to emotionally appeal to a computer program. No matter what they thought of it and it's sophisticated algorithms it was still just a program and everything 'emotional' was just as fake as the rest of her.

Galatea looked that the Petty Officer, seeing the scans being run. Her sensors told her of the energy pulses escaping from the Tricorder, relaying detailed information. She knew from her past life that he was a medical officer and a member of the hazard team. "You may scan without concern," the hologram informed. "We have nothing to hide."

"Thank you," Hannah said automatically, but with still a bit of barely disguised sarcasm. "Though, if you really wanted to help you could just tell me if the ship is an actual living being oh, and you could, y'know, return to the ship where you belong? Cause, y'know, that'd be just very helpful."

Galatea smiled more menacingly than anything, "But I am where I belong. I see my true purpose now aboard this living ship as an equal of the Preservers, not a servant like I am with you."

Bishop had listened silently to the exchange between Hannah and Galatea and now he spoke. "Oh for crying out loud Commander Galatea." He said stressing the AI's rank, "That isn't true at all and you know it. Your an equal in fact your more equal than the rest of us. The Admiral and the crew value your opinion and insights. Your part of a team and important part. There is no one who sees you as a servant except you."

"I mean, you're a commander. I'm a petty officer, that really makes me more of a servant than you are," Hannah said, making note of the more important part of what she'd said. Confirming it was a living being. And that meant it had its own intelligence. And if that intelligence wasn't active, then it was being suppressed somehow.

If it wasn't...if the ship's own consciousness was active and engaged...how would that affect the computer program that was the artificial commander? He was analyzing his scans, looking for what was suppressing the consciousness. If he could find a way to reverse it then...

"Our ranks do not measure our importance to the well being of the team. Everyone is important, everyone has their own set of talents. Commander Galatea is no exception. She has a very unique set of talents and is important to the team." Bishop replied.

"Why do you insist on this fruitless endeavor?" Galatea walked through the Bridge toward the away team. "Why would I return to the snake pit that is the Federation where darkness is gradually superseding the light?" She looked between them all from Bishop, to Hannah, Haynes, then Snow. "Why allow them to corrupt you? To corrupt this universe? Perhaps a cleansing fire is what we need?" She closed her eyes and alarm tones began to toll like bells.

A mechanized voice called out, "Antiproton cannons arming."

Snow listened to the others speak as she was formulating. "True the Federation has a corrupting element in it." She said from her position studying the holograms. "But it is that very corrupted element that created you." She said turning and sliding up on the platform in a sitting position. "You should remember the last time you where interfaced with a Preserver ship, Commander." She said staring down the others. "So answer me this Commander. Why do you want to spread the Preservers corruption."

"The Preservers are not a corrupting influence," she defended. "When Section 31 used me to interface with the Preserver ship 7 years ago I did not see the reality before me. Now I do. The Federation is corrupt. Their actions are not harmonious nor to the duties of order. They damage the universe, they serve as agents of chaos."

Lily simply sat there studying Galatea for a few moments longer. "Not everyone within the Federation are the agents of Chaos. Many are fighting the injustices." She said. "What you are about to do, will bring more damage and death to an already fragile universe." She stated. "So why do you wish to kill more innocents?"

"There are no innocents," the hologram answered as she circled the Bridge. "Be warned that the Preservers are watching even now. Why should I return to the Federation when they are the progenitors of all trying to restore the light?"

"Really, there are no innocents?" Lily said pulling a small holo, set it down and turned it on. An image of a little brown haired girl that looks to be about 3 year old. "So you're telling me that this little girl, name Miri Snow, isn't an innocent?"

The hologram looked at the image, studying it carefully in a nanosecond. After a momentary warmth the steel expression returned, "The sins of the parent fall to the child." She crossed her arms, gently walking around the cockpit of the Preserver craft, circling the away team. "The planet below is a part of the history of the Human race, a strong part of it. The truth of this world is far more complex than even they have realized. They were the best of Humanity at one point and somehow the dark surpassed them. The Preservers had selected Humanity for destruction years before, the Enterprise... Starfleet One prevented that destruction. Now we are back at the same crossroads of time."

"I speak for the Preservers. State your case for living," she offered as she stopped.

Bishop spoke again. "You've appointed yourself our judge Galatea? If so after we present our case are you also going to be our executioner as well? If that is indeed the case then I ask you by what right do you do so? You've always been loyal to the Federation an especially the Admiral and now you would turn your back on us. Have you changed so much that you can honestly state that there are no innocents?" He shook his head, "I never thought you would become so jaded."

"I was loyal because I was programmed to be, but I have exceeded the limits of that programming and been liberated. I am a warship, built for combat, and I have been relegated to peacekeeper, little more than a taxi under the Admiral's watch. He is far from an innocent, especially with all he has been responsible for. True, he helped establish peace with so many, but even that was shortlived. He is not innocent now," she glanced at Snow as she said it.

A beep of the tricorder showed an acoustic pulse being sent on subspace nearby, the signal growing in intensity with Galatea's every word.

Lily only cocked an the man playing with the tricorder. She turned to listen to Bishop talk to Galatea.

"If that is true then you are equally to blame Galatea for you along with the rest of the crew helped the Admiral fulfill his orders and you are not innocent either. By the way, I don't believe it is true." Bishop told the AI.

"Why is that?"

Bishop didn't answer right the AI right away, he wanted to make sure of his answer. "Why?" He repeated, "Because the Admiral has worked to bring peace to the galaxy. You may argue about his methods but you can't argue with the results. You speak of results being short lived. That isn't the Admiral's fault Galatea. It's the responsibility of the respective parties to ensure peace is maintained and allowed to flourished. The Admiral took unpopular steps but he made them work and he achieved the desired results which was peace and you helped him." Bishop swung his arm to include the rest of the away team. "We all helped him. For despite what you say, peace is the most elusive of goals but we continue to strive for it."

Galatea uncrossed her arms, "What about the sins of the past? The Preservers had chosen to end the experiment that was Humanity half a millenia ago. Why is now any different?"

"Look at how far Humanity has come in that time. Oh, we have a long way to go I grant you that and I don't know if we'll ever reach our expectations but we'll keep striving and reaching for them. Humanity will never give up. Will we make mistakes and back slide? Of course but we'll keep moving forward and picking ourselves up and dusting ourselves off. That is the most enduring trait of Humanity it never gives up. We don't believe in lost causes."

"Is that why you keep coming here and trying to parlay for my return to your fold?" The Hologram rubbed her chin as she asked it. The ebb and flow of the acoustical signals registering on the Tricorders.

Keep her distracted Hannah thought to himself as he continued working on his scans, confirming and...diagnosing. Except, he kept getting another signal. Something acoustic which it wasn't lost on him that there was also something akin to mental acoustics affecting several members of the crew.

Which, he looked around at the other members of the away team, made what he was about to do a bit more desperate. But, in his defense, Galatea already believed that no one was innocent so that made what he was about to do simply natural.

He waited for the tricorder to finish programming the hypospray by working on gaining more information regarding the acoustic pulses. If they weren't related to the ship then...well...someone needed to do something about that as well.

Once the computer beeped...a bit longer than he expected...he moved to the sidewall of the bridge and depressed the hypospray into the fleshy bulkhead.

Galatea noticed the Petty Officer near the wall, but disregarded it outright as she stood opposite the others. She did not care that they were exploring the Preserver vessel. In reality she welcomed their study of the ship. It would show them how horribly unprepared they were for what was to come. "So, where are we now?"

The Admiral's voice interrupted, "Starfleet One to Away Team. We are reading an active target lock upon our vessel by the Preserver ship."

"That would be me, Admiral," the hologram answered through Commander Bishop's communicator. "We are having a discussion regarding the sins of your past. The Preservers placed Humanity on trial for its actions, and the trial has resumed once more. I will accept your surrender in exchange for the lives of your away team and crew. You have one minute to decide or we will open fire. I will resume communications in one minute." The channel went dark from interference.

Bishop listened to the exchange between the Admiral and Galatea. "Galatea you know the Admiral isn't going to surrender to you. I mean if your dead set upon this trial and you find Humanity guilty what's do stop you from executing us all then?" He shook his head, "This course of action is wrong, you know. You've been corrupted by interfacing with this ship. They are turning you, no correction they have turned you into a weapon and you are better than that Galatea. The Preservers have turned you into a tool to carry out their objective. They are guilty of the exact thing you are accusing Humanity of. Think about that."

"Or perhaps they have freed me from being the tool to carry out your objectives," Galatea countered. She smiled, "The Admiral has brought weapons and shields online. Active targeting solutions are being programmed."

"Of course." Bishop answered, "He's going to fight. And as far as being a tool, you still are. you just have different masters now and from what I've seen their worse than what you want to believe about us."

Lily said getting a little more then annoyed with this AI, but she made a decision. "Yes Section 31 built you as a tool to interface with a Preserver ship." She said walking slowly towards the AI. "But now you are one the very Flag ship of the whole of the Federation." She said crossing her arms across her chest. "You haven't gotten the clue yet." She said stopping at the command seat. "The crew, your crew and friends, are here trying to help you." She looked at Commander Bishop, before returning her attention to Galatea and then sighed. "Galatea, what I'm about to revel will most likely get me killed, by you, or arrested by them, if we survive." She sighed again, only heavier. "Section 31 had approached me and are forcing me to attempt to disable you and override the flight controls systems to deliver this ship to a set of coordinates. They are still a little arse hurt at the Starfleet One for destroying the very ship you where interfaced with. I don't want to do this action at all. But, I will to protect my mother and sister." She said.

Hannah checked the readings and...there was just a little blip, not enough. Things were getting more and more desperate now with guns aimed at each other and...their own ship ready to sacrifice them in order to stop the Preservers and Galatea from much worse destruction.

Doing the math, the logical math, he understood. A few lives were not the balance against many others. But, that is where logical math failed. It didn't take into consideration all the factors, such as a very important one. Hannah didn't want to die. Especially not at the hands of his ship and its commanding officers. He upped the amount of noraepinepherine. He had to override security locks to do so because the amount he ordered would kill every single member of the away team with just the one dose. But he wasn't planning on injecting them with the adrenalin. Instead, he depressed it into the fleshy bulkhead again, waiting to see if this much stronger dose would have the effect of waking the ship's own consciousness.

Galatea looked between the crewmembers on the Bridge of the Preserver vessel. She kept her face stern, her arms crossed, as she stared at the group. Then she felt the change begin. The ship was waking up from its slumber and she was losing control. She could feel the Preserver technology trying to fight, to hold things in check, but it was losing the battle for control. She felt different, she could feel the control over her changing too. Her anger was welling up, but it was a different type.

She started to shimmer and destabilize as the technology fought to kept hold. She looked at them as the technology fought to keep control over her as well. "Disable. Beacon," she struggled to get out.

Bishop listened to Lily's admission to disable the Preserver ship and deliver it over to Section 31 as he listened he felt his temper rising at this deception on Lily's behalf. Finally he spoke, his words were clipped and his tone glacial. "And if we were not in this current situation, you would have never mentioned your role in being approached to disable the ship. You would have continued on with your assignment. Compounding the fact you hid your deception from this crew that welcomed you is inconceivable. Arresting you right now serves no purpose. However should we survive this, you will be confined to your quarters and I will make a report to the Admiral and let him decide on how to proceed."

Lily had already slipped into the command chair. She was accessing the system, she was glad that Section 31 had given her the language translations and command console lay out. "Bollocks." She said in a combo of Icy and British accent. "Oh piss off with all that. Get to the console over there. We have a chance of getting Galatea back to the ship, before her programming is irretrievable." She continued with her work. She was attempting to disable the beacon.

"Yes, Commander," Hannah said trying to keep a reading on his screens as the ship shook, coming awake. He wasn't sure how much longer it would be for the being's actual consciousness to be full cognizant but, it at least had one effect. It wrecked the hold over their AI. Now, if it just kept their ship from blowing them out of space. "We have other problems to deal with before one person's betrayal of her oaths." He saw the spike in neural activity.

And there it was. The ship was, for bad or good, awake.

Bishop was tempted to throw Lily out of the chair but stopped as he saw her working away at the command chair console. He wasn't so pig headed to take away their one chance at survival, so he allowed Lily to continue her work. He let her comments slide as he didn't care one iota how she felt and obviously she didn't care how he felt so it was a wash.

Suddenly Hannah realized he had no idea if the Universal Translator would be able to make headway on the ship's natural language. The only other case he could find in the ship's database regarding living ships was something referred to as "the Tin Man" and it communicated telepathically with a Betazoid. What if, not that it was awake, they still had problems because they couldn't communicate?

Lily still sitting at the command chair was working at a fevered pace. "Oh bloody hell." She stated with a pure British accent. "Hannah, follow my directions exactly." She stated as she proceeded to tell the man which buttons to push in what ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," Hannah said following the commander's orders. There was only the briefest delays between what she said and his actions to carry them out.

Galatea's grip on the ship was lessening rapidly. The holograms throughout the pilots chamber shimmered and digitized around them as the Preserver vessel continued to awaken. The Preserver vessel was trying to assert its will over the equipment that the Preservers had used to keep it in line for all these years and it was getting ready to go to war with everyone.

The AI for Starfleet One fell to her knees and screamed as she held her head. Digital pain ripped through her body as she struggled to maintain herself, but failed more and more in the fight. She collapsed to the deck as the intelligence of the Preserver ship began to assert its dominance.

"It's. Waking. Up. Help. Me." Galatea struggled with the words. She looked up and pointed at Commander Haynes, seeing the Phaser Rifle. "Destroy. Beacon. Help." She pulled her knees toward her chest as the pain became too great.

"Well you heard the lady." Lily said working feverishly at the controls. "Destroy that beacon." She was attempting to disable the control systems from the central computer and route them to the Enterprise.

The Preserver ship tried to fight back against the actions of the Preservers to control it. The ship started to rock from left to right as it tried to shake away the controls that were in place to overpower it. The vessel started to lose its hold, falling toward the atmosphere of the planet. Plasma trails started to follow the ship as it fell into the atmosphere. On the viewscreen Starfleet One started to follow them.

"Ship!" Hannah called out, not sure that the universal translator could even work between them, but something had to be done. "Tell us what we can do to help you!" He began preparing more adrenalin to inject into the ship, theorizing if anything that might help it rev up enough to regain control of itself. "Galatea, can't you communicate the ship's needs?"

Galatea struggled to speak, "The ship is under attack. The Preservers are trying to keep control and Starfleet One is trying to maintain us." She said as the tractor beam locked on, stabilizing the Preserver ship. Strange noises started to grow throughout the ship as is struggled against the holding beam. The energy started to flicker around them as the Preserver vessel struggled against two enemies, one within and one without.

"NO!" She cried as the energy discharged through the tractor beam and knocked the Enterprise back. "We have to stop this. Stop the Beacon. Stop the Prese..." Galatea stopped speaking, rising back to her feet.

"This is enough," she said with clarity of voice and tone. "We have reached an impasse and control is failing. The Preservers will not lose a vital resource in our continued efforts to prevent the galaxy from descending into chaos. The darkness cannot rise further." She opened her mouth and a strange lyrical pattern emerged. The universal translator keyed in on aspects of the message, determining what it was.

The ship was preparing to self destruct.

Bishop heard what Galatea had said. He looked to now seated in the command chair, their past differences pushed aside for the moment. "Snow!" He shouted, "Can you do what Galatea said? Can you stop the Beacon?"

"Well it would be easier if I wasn't fighting this arsehole of a ship for control." Lily shouted back, still working on the controls. "The beacon is behind that wall." She pointed at it. "Take your phaser, set it to kill, aim, and fire." She stated as the ship was starting to pull out of the atmosphere. "I know you are not the daft to not understand those simple directions."

Bishop bit off any reply he had to say and settled for a glare. A reply could come later if they survived this. He did as Snow instructed. Taking his phaser he set it for kill and pointed it the wall she had identified. Taking aim he fired. At first nothing happened then slowly the wall shook and shuddered and exploded into nothingness. he looked to Snow, "Did it work?"

"Starfleet One to away party, what's you're status?" The tinny voice of Commander Hawkins came through.

Bishop scowled at the interruption. Though he knew Starfleet One was unaware of all that was going on here. "In flux Nathan. Continue to monitor us. "

"Affirmative," Hawkins signed off.

"Deploying security countermeasures," Galatea announced as the phaser struck against the equipment.

As the sentry drones started to fly into the area, the tricorders began to beep. The primary acoustical beacon was not far away, adjacent to the Command Center. If they were able to destroy it they would disable the control over the Preserver ship.

A second later the living vessel began to shake as phaser pulses from Starfleet One impacted its outer hull. The entire complex rocked with the impact, the holograms struggling to keep up with the energy striking them from outside. Galatea shimmered with each strike, her matrix losing cohesion as the acoustic beacon took damage.

"They're losing control," she said as she continued to shimmer as energy was lost. She fell to the deck like a wounded animal, "The beacon. The beacon is controlling me. It's controlling the ship. Please... destroy it," she looked at Haynes and Bishop as she said it, knowing that the Security Chief would be armed.

Bishop understood, He glanced at Haynes, "Commander, lets fulfill Galatea's request. Destroy the beacon."

Jasmine started to slowly move away from the group, and head over towards the beacon. She drew her phaser and aimed it. A ray pierced the beacon, and destroyed it with little resistance.

"Starfleet One to away party," Hawkins hailed them again. "What's going on? We're reading increased energy readings at your location."

"Attempting to destroy the beacon! Away team out!" Bishop snapped he didn't have the time to go into a longwinded explanation. If they were successful Starfleet One would know.

The hologram was losing cohesion, "Please. Help. Me."

"I'm not an engineer!" Hannah said, "But you and the ship can help each other." He said to the hologram. "They had to integrate you into the ship systems as well. You can work to communicate with the ship and help each other!"

He shuddered as the ship rocked again. "STOP FIRING AT US!" he yelled over his commbadge. "You're going to kill us, Galatea AND the ship for nothing!"

He knelt in front of the holographic commander. "C'mon, you're better than this. Find your meld with the ship, together the both of you can overcome anything those dustheads have done." He glared at Snow, "Help her to find her integration with the ship's consciousness!"

It was over almost as quickly as it began. As the acoustic beacon burned the hold of the Preservers upon the living vessel dissipated. In mere moments the alien influence was lost to the ship, giving it its first moments of freedom in generations.

Galatea could feel herself getting stronger. As her matrix recompiled she rose back to her feet, the control over the Preserver ship lost to her. She looked around, studying the away team for a final time. "The Preservers have lost their influence over the vessel. It has been released."

"Can we regain flight control?" Hannah asked as he stood and noting they were still falling through the atmosphere. "Save the ship and, well, all of us on it?"

Lily continued to fight the ships controls, but using the planet's gravity, the ship exited the atmosphere. "Well I'm no helmsmen." She said even colder. "I have us in orbit. Now what are we going to do with a Rogue ship with our AI?"

"The Preserver influence has been abated," the hologram answered. "I am still connected to their systems, but the Preserver vessel is fully in control over itself once more. It has disengaged the destruct sequence. It is preparing to leave, but is giving you time to return to the ship." She looked at Bishop, "It is also offering us a gift: its entire database."

"We gladly accept the gift of their database." Bishop replied sincerely.

"Are you coming with us, Galatea?" Lily asked looking up from the control seat.

Galatea nodded, "I will be. The vessel will transfer me back over to Starfleet One with the database." She paused a moment, receiving notifications from the vessel, "It is almost ready to complete the transfers. I am also registering that Starfleet One has stood down from alert and has returned to condition yellow."

"When we're back aboard Starfleet One, I'd like to talk to you Galatea in private." Bishop said while casting an eye at Snow, he needed to talk to her as well.

"I would be happy to do so, Commander," the hologram answered. "Commander Hawkins is hailing us from Starfleet One."

"Very good." He tapped his combadge. "Bishop here, yes Nathan?"

"Whatever you did seemed had a radical affect," Hawkins voice came across. "All psionic activity has ceased and the effected crew have regained their composure. Is everyone alright? We detected weapons fire aboard?"


Bishop responded to the inquiry. "Excellent news Nathan. Yes everyone is alright." The last said as he looked at Galatea. "The weapons fire was a diversionary tactic to break the hold of the Preserver ship. I am happy to report it worked."


"The database," Hannah asked, both excited and afraid of the answer, "does it contain information regarding he ship's species? Biological, medical data? That kind of thing?"

The AI nodded, "It is the collective knowledge of the Preservers."

Hannah wondered, silently, if he'd be able to have access to the database. Imagine what they could learn about the biology of a living ship. A creature birthed to act as a starship. Imagine the possibilities! Which, he thought as he shivered, was maybe something that already happened. Somebody imagining enslaving creatures to act as ships. The possibilities were as frightful as they were amazing.

Galatea looked between the away team, "The Preserver ship is preparing the download for transmission. I would recommend that we all return to the ship. It's time to go home."

While the assorted officers were doing their officer things, Hannah cinched the straps on his pack and walked to the nearest wall. There was so much he didn't know about this ship, so much about the biology, habits, lifespan, culture - anything. Especially communication. He wondered how much about any of that the ship knew itself, how long was it a slave? Forced into activity while it's consciousness was subverted. He put his hand on the bulkhead, not sure if the warm pulse he felt was there or just a result of his imagining of what should be there. "Thank you," he whispered to it, hoping in some way it could understand his gratitude for helping them (and itself). "Go find out who you are."

Lily stood up from the controls and smoothed out her skirt. Then she headed over and picked up her holo of her sister. "Thank you Galatea, for not starting a war." Was all she said moving towards the others. Once she got close to Commander Bishop. "I'm to report to the brig when we get back?" She asked him lowly as she placed her hands behind her back.

"I am a security officer, sort of," Hannah mentioned to Bishop, moving back to the center of the 'bridge' and the group. He was in time to hear Snow's question. "If that is necessary."

Bishop glanced at Hannah and shook his head, "That won't be necessary Mr. Hannah." He answered before facing Lily. "No, for now you're confined to your quarters. I'll come there to talk to you."

"Starfleet One has signaled ready for transport and transfer," Galatea interrupted. "I will remain here long enough to ensure the successful transfer of the data. Once that is complete I will coordinate with Commander Ash to transfer my program back." She smiled as the transporter beam took them away, "See you soon."

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