The CANONICALS

A Vast Space.

Killua yawned as he stared at the monitor screen, leaning back on his lilac office chair, lazily watching a movie on the monitor.

"Thank god for my thumb drive full of pirated movies," he huffed, watching Breakfast Club as he rested his head back on the headrest. His eyes were heavy as he began mumbling along to the beginning of the movie, "Don't you forget about me..."

The lights began to flick rapidly as the monitor began glitching. Killua jumped, startled as his eyes shot open. Kelvin's angry grumbling was heard from above him. Killua let out a groan before pausing the movie and trotting to the painting behind him. He tugged on the corner and the painting slowly opened like a door, revealing a vent system on the other side.

"What are you doing?" Killua muttered, tired as he entered through the painting into the lab.

"David and the other David brought up a good point," Kelvin commented. "This dish is already severely warped from all the traveling... Only one more jump and it'll be completely defective."

"Do you have any ideas of what to make it out of?" Killua asked, now more awake as he leaned on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"If we were to add more chemical bonds to the metal, it could take the frequency of the waves."

"We could also do that if we used diranium," Killua muttered. "But there's not a way of getting any of that..."

Kelvin grabbed a piece of metal out from under the microscope before rolling to the other counter and grabbing a small device from it. He flipped a switch on it, causing a whirring sound to come from the antenna on the device. He moved the small piece of metal in front of the antenna and it instantly began to warp, the metal bumping outwards like the waves when someone throws a rock into water. Kelvin turned the device off before setting it to the side, sighing.

"Wow, that's worse than I thought," Killua muttered.

Kelvin nodded before strolling back to the counter, "It's still better than the metal we're using right now." He motioned to the side, where there was a sheet of distorted metal. Killua started at it, which was wrinkled and crinkled up just like a piece of paper that had been dipped into water. "Of course, that's after direct exposure. The dish only gets partial exposure."

Kelvin then pulled the dish off of the gateway before walking back to the counter and grabbing a similar dish. He carried it over to the gateway before wiring it up.

"This should give us around ten dimensional jumps, or two probable jumps," Kelvin explained. "Give or take. The farther out we want to jump, the more warping the dish will endure, and less for closer jumps."

"Great," Killua stated, still staring at the gateway, before sighing. "I have something to do. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night," Kelvin stated.

"Yeah," Killua muttered. "Don't worry about the range too much until we're running low. I suggest you get some sleep."

Kelvin shrugged, "I have some other projects that I wanna finish."

Killua sighed, "Alright." He crawled into the vent compartment once more, pulling the painting closed behind himself.

He slipped back into his office as he glanced around. The lights were on dim, the posters were peeling downwards and the large monitor in front of his desk still paused on the movie.

He sighed as he slinked towards the monitor, before turning it off and glancing around, "C'mon, Tom..." He walked towards his desk, before slipping into the chair.