1:5:2 Fate (Part 3)

The initial launch lulled them into a false sense of security. They had all expected to have been thrown around the bridge, similar to pebbles in a maraca but instead were treated to an almost turbulence free send off. Destiny changed that; once up to speed, the K.A.D.S. kicked in. None of them had ever seen what a Breach looked like in its entirety, only the after image one left. With the speed The Destiny was travelling at, they watched as space itself tore open, forming a gaping white maw of energy for them to fly into. All at once, every atom of the ship’s hull started to vibrate violently. Char felt something cross her lap and body; instinctively she tried to brush it off before looking but whatever it was, it had a mind of its own. She lowered her gaze to properly see what it was, only to realise that it was Destiny extending some of her Macrocomps around her to form a seatbelt or harness to keep her pinned to her cupboard seat. No longer worried for herself she looked to her companions. Crait had managed to magnetise themselves to the floor and was trying to comfortably balance themselves, like a surfer out at sea, so as not to break their ankles while Charrlene and The First had both had the luxury of been sat down and buckled in before take off. Char looked over to where she had been stood and realised her luck. Time churned around them, The Destiny drilling its way through reality. The turbulence had eased for a moment but was far from absent as they continued.
“Bit rougher than a Breacher, isn’t it?” Crait shouted, the vibrations distorted their voice.
The First didn’t say anything, they just smiled at Crait’s discomfort.
“You alright Char?” Charrlene called over.
“I think I’m fine.” Her voice too was garbled but was still understandable. “How much further have we go to go?” She shouted. As her question neared completion, the vibration stopped, leaving her, shouting into the vacuum its disappearance created. Char wrenched her neck out of the cupboard, expecting to see Quatarr on the viewscreen but was confused when all she saw was the blackness of The space between spaces. “Not to sound ungrateful but what’s going on?”
“Destiny, report.” The First deflected the question.
“I haven’t a clue. I’m detecting a fine thread of Tempora radiation but apart from that, I’ve got nothing.” Destiny appeared just to shrug.
The stillness lasted the remainder of their journey as they hurtled toward Quatarr at unknown speeds. A light appeared at the end of the tunnel and opened up. There was a slight rumble as they emerged from the Breach but it was nothing compared to the soul shaking they had endured at the start. The Destiny hung in the skies above Quatarr, visible from the ground but decently high up. Char’s seatbelt retracted itself, allowing her to return to her station. All four of them checked their assigned systems and performed the necessary scans to check that the jump had indeed been successful.
“I’m reading my original life sign.” The First held up their hand. “We’re on the right side of the war.”
“I’ve got mine.” Charrlene added. “And… It’s in… The right place too.”
Char looked over to Crait. Crait looked back at her, they both shared the same, worried expression. “We can’t find Lore.” Alterations.