Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-34601114-20180403003903/@comment-26336673-20180411052741

 I don't think so. I didn't see any gadgets falling out. You should check.

 All right. Let's see here...

''Finite looks at the tracker, which shows the moving object about 2 miles from them. It's moving in some radius.''

 Good thing at least we know where it is.

Quick. Jonas, can you teleport us there?

 No... sorry, I can't.

 He doesn't have the Stellar Star...

 Wait a second... how can we know that you're not a phony trying to stand where he stood?

 This sword... only those worthy of wielding it can use it to its fullest extent.

 I noticed that he could change weapons.

 I guess... fair enough. But why don't you have a star?

 From what Merlin said, Scientedfic was already dying from the beginning. The Stellar Star was the only thing that kept him alive. Once the star passed off, he was already dead.

 Already dead?...

 Oh dear...

That's sad...

Meanwhile...

 3... 2... 1...

 Let's do it.

''Mister pulls a lever. It's the right one, thankfully. Electricity snaps, crackles, and pops. The magic essence begins to do its process. Mister begins chanting some strange omens. Sci backs away a bit. A bright light shines, and everyone looks away. When it clears, Alpha and Omega are still lying there. The process was a failure.''

 DANG IT!

 Told you it wouldn't work.

<Constantine> I'm afraid, Mister, that we'll have to travel back to the source of all.

<Mister> ...

<Sci> I know... it's been hard without Scientedfic. Especially as he pulled his final sacrifice to save others from death.

<Mister> Scientedfic once told me that if he were to die, he'd want to die with a purpose...

<Sci> And he did. He's at peace now. Nothing can resurrect him.

<Mister> I know... but going back is going to be painful.

<Constantine> Perhaps. But it will heal you. Make you finally accept his history, and his fate. The two are meanwhile under a spell that keeps them sleeping. They won't stop sleeping until we are successful in our experiments, or one of us dies.

<Mister> I sure hope that doesn't happen.

<Constantine> With my light, that shall not happen.