It was always the same dream...always...
It was Katelin, wreathed in flame, the destroyer. It was incomprehendable, yet revealed a certain quality of truth, of a deep seated anger at everything. 'It couldn't be her. She wouldn't do this.' he thought, and yet the image was clear. The more he thought of it the more he realized the frustration tore at him as well. Peace was taking forever. The aliens had not driven them together, but fractured the leaders of the planet even further. Their objectives became even further apart. One thing was sure, many of them believed they could and should rule Rubi-Ka.
He hadn't known what to make of the news of her disappearance for quite a long time except that it was troubling. She could come back that destroyer. And he knew that he would not stop her if she did. This knowledge scared him.
His head rolled off the computer console where he had fallen asleep in the pre-dawn glow of computer monitors and he woke up just after the chair rolled out from under him, his chest smacking against the floor. The fixer's security system had automatically engaged itself five minutes after he fell asleep, scanning everything from differences in temperature to foreign DNA sequences and now began a timed disarm procedure. Last rubbed his eyes and looked over the computers, but the fire gleamed in Fali's eyes.
She wasn't the only one who had disappeared...the list was longer than he would have liked. It was too hard to tell what really happened to people on this turbulent dustball. He remembered when he had been trapped in a storm for over a month waiting for the climate control system to kick in. It was possible that they were hiding from enemies, or that they had grown tired of the pain of reviving to the same flawed reality and simply decided not to return.
The missing people made his loneliness more acute. He wondered just how long he could labor at the dream before he too would succumb. "No." He thought out loud. "There's got to be a way to make this work."
One of the monitors had a strange line of text and he wondered about it. There were only a few reasons something unplanned could enter his sanctuary, and all of them were very important. The message, however, was so startling that he fully awoke at the thought.
"Katelin Phare. Nanomage Female. Last seen in Omni-1 Entertainment District."
"Strange place for her to come back to," he mumbled. "And no signature." He checked the logs, but this communicae was absent. "And no logs....that leaves 10 people on this rock who can get into this system. Well, I can't think about that yet. First, I need to see if she really is there. Then I can worry about who sent the message."
He flipped the switch to re-arm the security system, then grimaced as his core information was digitized. If digits could shiver, he was sure they'd be doing it tonight. He paused for a moment, then re-emerged into Omni Ent.