(@Metro) The Silver Lotus, a ship located within the Andromeda district, sliced through the icy blackness as it gate warped, bending space and time to travel to a new corner of the universe. The silence that surrounded it was deafening. On the ship, there was a much different picture. Derek Cantor spoke to his mouse, a small cactus mouse named Bernadette as he sat in his chair, restrained by safety strapped that kept him secure while the ship moved through the galaxies at speeds beyond recognition. “Don’t worry, Bern,” he said quietly. “It’s almost over.” Down in the storage hold, Trevor was also strapped in, although his frame was much less tense. He leaned his head back, exhaling slowly. It had been a week since they had docked at a station; he needed a smoke.