Chapter CCXXII: It Was Never Called Easy ~Multehx

C.R. opened his eyes slowly. By the clock he kept in the forefront of his mind that three hours had come and gone. Reaching out with his senses, he was pleased to feel the energies of Mr. Dareklite and Rebdok clashing heads. He opened his eyes again, sitting up. He had recovered quite enough to move about again. But something hit him like a slap to the face at that moment.

Reaching out with his mind again he located the disturbance. He swallowed, folding his arms as he stood up. A shoe nervously tapped on the ground.

Dammit, this is NOT good, he thought. Exhaling, he tried to calm down. O-K, best not to worry more than necessary with this news...uh...let me see...first to get the person who selected that back at the selection.

Clearing his throat he used the oh-so-handy telepathy again. Focusing in on the mind of one alien being, he began, Hello, Markior, it would be C.R.. The reason I'm blocking any return mind signals is because this is important and I cannot be interrupted. Listen, Fanah is on the move and headed straight for the Spectrum. Now I've...well, 'foreseen' certain distractions, and let's say they'll last a few hours, so we're working within a space of less than five hours. Now if you respond quick, you can cut her off before she reaches the Spectrum. But if worse comes to worse...I'll find a way."