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BONUS SCENE: P. R. O. X. Y.

Unknown Ark

The Umbrian Veil (Dark Space)

The seashell vessel had a name.

Whatever it was.

And she was alone. For whatever undisclosed reason that will REMAIN hidden for mystery's sake.

Forever abandoned in the voids of space, the strange and astonishing shell-like ship was an alien lost to time.

Okay. In total sincerity, it didn't care. It wasn't like the ship had any emotions to consider its desolate drift throughout the perpetual vastness of outer space. Luckily enough, it didn't careen into a gigantic ball of gas and plasma big enough to hold over one million planet earths. Or worse; an area of space with a gravitational field so mind-boggling powerful that no physical elements or radiation can roll critical evasion against.

When Ricven and Fae soared into the ark ship's cosmic realm of solitude, the radiant shell-ship silently opened itself to the two as they swooped inside of its massive inner chamber of solace, darkness and placid lights. Its chitin doors calmly sealed behind them and with every step of Ricven's armored boots, calm pulses of light gradually rippled into the peaceful gloom. Fae sailed ahead. Her two steps advanced the Sepian's urbane saunter. The silvered fairy's aethric light the only source of radiance filling the corridor as thick shadows washed into oblivion.

"Do we have to wake her?" Fae asked. "I'd be livid if one woke me from my sleep."

"Not with a hot-ass plate full of cinnamon sweet rolls wafting through your nose, you wouldn't," Ricven told her. Confidence was an unbreakable habit in his tone; as usual. Need it even be stated at this point?

Fae denied him her brassy little grin, but it was there. She stayed ahead. Lighting the way. Until finally—after an uneventful trek through the dim, alien halls of an inner exotic seashell craft that looked like it had belonged to a highly advanced race of space mermaids—reaching the ark ship's opaline core.

The crystalline chamber throbbed a deeper radiation than its neighboring sectors. It was a tad bit calmer, too. As if the heart of the ship ceased its vivid pulse for a fainter beat. What mattered beyond its lit tranquility was the stasis chamber resting at its center. The bright writings upon its pearly receptacle frame were too...well...extraterrestrial to discern. Fae inspected its prismatic framework. Untouched and sparkly in the dusk of tired light. The base was frosted to the smooth floor and its top was crowned in frigid-like shards and crags. Ricven took a nice-little gander around the place, and before things got awkward with the standing around and doing nothing, he waved his hand before the stasis chamber and a panel of light flickered into existence.

It only took a few button mashes and a single biometric palm scan to stir the ark ship's core to life. The stasis cell cracked and sluggishly shattered open, and at its heart...

Some naked ghost elf that had no nipples or a hoo-ha but was DEFINITELY female despite those two missing factors.

"Rise and shine, Proxy!" Ricven called out to her. "Nap time's over."

The elf apparition peeked her bluish-white eyes half opened, refusing to wake as her pale blue face pulsed a flickering light through what looked to be veins akin to plant leaves. Between those sultry slits, a fiery fairy and some tall dude loomed over her. It took a moment for her. Proxy must have been processing the two intruders in her domain. But when she realized it was Ricven McQueen and Fae in the living...