Calypso“Already the time lines have split,” Calypso muttered. He was mad at Corvus for being reckless and enraged at Meta for attacking Earth but when he observed Vayne carving a path of destruction aboard his ship another emotion took over. Fear. This was something he hadn't felt in a long time. Their actions have awoken forces that were better off asleep.
“I'm sorry?” Sam asked who had been busy plotting a course into the navigational computer.
“The universe is a living entity, Sam. Meta's attack scarred it, but it will heal.” Calypso hunched over the shuttle's steering controls and acknowledge the waypoint that Sam entered. When finished, he turned and faced his copilot, who studied him intently. “We are nothing more than a virus that needs to be expunged from its system.”
Sam c****d
