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Conscious

"How are you feeling?"

"Look Daddy! Look!"

"You took it!"

"Hey...hey kid..."

"Bastard..."

Entering Hyperdrive. Est. Time of Arrival: Approximately 2.56 seconds

"Good work Jonah!"

"You monster..."

"Hey, can you hear me?"

WARNING! WARNING!

"You're not really going to...?"

Traitor.

"Change the tides of this world..."

System recovery. Est. ERROR

ERROR ERROR ERROR

STRUCTURAL DAMAGE IN HULL DETECTED

"I don't get this chance often."

"How's Mom doing?"

78% ENGINE FAILURE

"How could you...how could you..."

"Jonah..."

POWER: 12.734%

"Please...don't..."

Jonah...

"Exactly..."

ERROR ERROR ERROR

"What have you done?"

"Talk to me! Can you hear me? C'mon!"

EMERGENCY LANDING IN APPROXIMATELY THREE MINUTES, TWENTY THREE SECONDS

Who...

"Someone call an ambulance!"

"Jonah! Jonah, answer me!"

...are you?

"...Did you just...respond?"

RECALCULATING...RECALCULATING...

"Heh...Finally..."

"He's bleeding out!"

"What's...going on?"

APPROXIMATE TIME UNTIL IMPACT: FORTY-SIX SECONDS

"Wait! I didn't mean it!"

"Monster...heartless..."

"Come back, Jonah!"

"Where is it?"

"About damn time..."

-----

Jonah's world was bright and blurry as he slowly opened his eyes. Splotches of color danced around his vision, slowly recalibrating as he struggled with the constant limbo between the realm of sleep and the world of the awake. Awareness hadn't come to him yet, as his mind still was catching up to everything. Not that he remembered falling asleep anyway.

It was when he saw that the ceiling he was looking at wasn't the muted green shade of his dorm, but a reflective mirror that seemed like it may have been miles high was when reality began to settle in.

He leaned upwards, grunting when the bones of his chest sent a sharp pain going through his body. He looked down to see that he was lying down on what seemed like some sort of grayish, round berth. His left shoulder sent spasms after spasms of agony as he steadied himself into a sitting position. His berth seem to be lying on a chrome like platform, with not many signs of of wear or blemishes.

He didn't feel well rested at all. In fact, he didn't even remember losing consciousness. More importantly, he was in a place he didn't even recognize. There was no sign of Rachel or Seron.

The room seem to be mainly gray scale, him seemingly being the only one to stand out from the rather monochrome interior. The room was several times larger than a football field, with the walls so far away, and the ceiling so high, he might as well have been outside. He couldn't imagine what purpose it served for.

For some odd reason, the thought of his girlfriend, Diana, came to mind. It was then that he remembered that they were supposed to go out tonight to eat together.

"Ugh..." He moaned aloud, his chest still aching. "So much for our date."

He wiped his hand on his face, groaning.

Just then, he heard the sound of hydraulics as an enormous door he hadn't noticed before slid open.

And he was promptly reminded of everything that happened.

At the door, looking at him with bright blue eyes, was a man dressed in what seemed like a mix between a white lab coat and a field coat. He had short black hair and wore a pair of glasses, making his eyes look bigger than they already were. He wore black slacks with black shoes. Jonah was somewhat reminded of a paramedic in a way.

Except this man, like Seron, was also over one hundred feet tall.

'Oh...damn...they just keep coming!'

The man's shock was gone and was soon replaced with an ecstatic face. "Ah!, you're awake!"

Any trace of sleep instantly vanished as Jonah scrambled backwards from his berth. Unfortunately, unlike his bed, there was no rail for him to lean on and he fell off. He yelped when his back collided with the chrome surface, reigniting a flare up his spine.

He heard the giant hurriedly come towards him, each step sending deep vibrations through his body. A huge, concerned faced hung over the wary boy, taking up his entire vision. "Wait! Don't move!"

The giant's words seemed to have no effect as he dragged himself away from the huge face with his uninjured arm. As much as his body protested, his fear began to overwhelm him as he realized he was stuck in an enormous room with nothing to shield him from this new giant.

The giant pulled away and raised both hands in acquiescence, taking a step back away from him. "Relax, relax...please. I don't mean you any harm. Honest."

The giant lowered himself in front of the panting Jonah, who eyed the giant suspiciously. Waking up alone, in a room big enough to house a neighborhood, and in the company of an unfamiliar being, let alone a giant, left one far to vulnerable to relax.

Very slowly, the giant pointed to an orange insignia. It was two wings, crossed with each other with a sword facing down in the center. "See this? This means I'm a good guy! Really! I'm just here to help."

Perhaps it was because of the all the craziness that happened earlier, or that his worry for his friend had overridden his own fear, but he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Rachel? And Seron?"

The new giant seemed to tilt his head in confusion before he perked up, like he had experienced an epiphany. "Oh, you mean that female human? Oh she's fine! Absolutely...okay is what you humans say, right? Yeah, A-Okay!" The giant laughed awkwardly, "Nothing to worry about. She just had a small gash on her head, is all. Nothing a little bit of alcohol and medicine can't fix," the giant's smile returned, "And the lieutenant general, the guy who brought the both of you in, he's just talking with our commander is all. Reports and things, I wouldn't know."

Jonah took in the information. He didn't know whether to trust it or not; not that it would change anything quite yet. He scrambled backwards as he watched the new giant grab something from under the surface. The giant noted the fearfulness of the boy and very slowly, edged a stool from under the surface he was on. It was then that Jonah realized he was on a table; a table that was several stories high. The new giant in front of him adjusted himself to sit himself in front of the table that held the smaller male.

Jonah shivered a bit as he watched something, someone, shift and move so quickly in doing such a mundane action. He waited for him to sit down before asking tumultuously, "Who...are you? Where am I?"

The giant's eyes widened behind the frames before he covered his mouth in shock. "Ah, I guess the lieutenant general didn't fill you in before you guys got here. Figures...leaving out important factors like, oh let's say, filling newcomers in."

The giant brought a hand to his chest, "My name is Zelleron Dias Tayenuu, but you can call me just Zel. I am one of the medics of the Vira Deltra Batallion, and, well...you are aboard the Ultron Silver. It's...um, one of the biggest ships of the 11th Viras Colony, er...yeah, kinda neat, huh?"

Jonah could only stare, his mind trying to process what this giant had just told them. Zel, the name the giant told him, decided to go on. "Listen, I know that this might sound a little weird for a human, which, by the way, you guys are muuuuuuuch smaller than I expected! Um, not like it's a bad thing or anything, not at all. Just caught me off by surprise. But yeah, so you're in the spare rooms of the sickbay."

Jonah blinked incredulously as he looked around. Aside from the table underneath him and the stool that Zel was sitting on, the room was extremely bare: as if it were more suited for a supply room.

He heard a rumbling chuckle, that startled the boy into looking back at Zel, who was sniggering a bit. "Oh, I know what you're thinking. Here, let me show you something."

The giant did something under the table, and Jonah felt the table thrum under him ever so gently.

Suddenly, on the walls were glowing outlines that were not there before. After a second, panels began to extend from the walls, before gyroscoping onto the ground. Two, completely white, bed-like capsules came from the walls, suspended in the air. Shelves and cabinets appeared on the far corner, the edges illuminating a bright yellow, somewhat in a way that reminded Jonah of the glow sticks in the middle of the night. There were medical tools, some familiar like a thermometers, ophthalmoscopes, forceps, and syringes; all of which were far to big to be used on him. Then there were an assortment of tools that he had never seen before, whose by there design made it hard to determine it's purpose. In all corners of the wall, a monitor easily as big as a movie theater screen appeared, the screen completely white aside from the bright orange letters of an alien language displayed on the bottom.

The room had turned into a fully operational medical facility within a couple seconds. Jonah could only look in awe at how everything seemed so futuristic, almost right out of Star Trek. Except much bigger. And brighter. And more advanced...ish.

Looking pleased, the giant grin's widened. "Awesome isn't it? I've been here for a while and I still can't get over just how cool this place is myself. This entire thing can hold up to twenty-something of us at once. So unless there is like some horrible epidemic or everyone on board gets injured, there is always a ton of room to spare!"

The bespectacled giant's face suddenly turned sour, alarming Jonah out of his amazement. "Speaking of injuries..."

Jonah watched with some trepidation as the doctor glided his hand on a space on the edge of the table. A light blue screen blinked into existence, ethereal and transparent. Jonah gaped. It was a hologram. An actual hologram. Like the ones right of almost every futuristic show he's ever seen in his life.

He didn't have as much time to stare at the spectacle when the aforementioned physician asked, "How are you feeling? I examined you while you were still out. Nothing's broken, fortunately, but you seem to have bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder. I had one of our small drones fix your shoulder since...you know..." The giant laughed nervously as he pointed to himself, "I don't trust myself just yet to do it myself...for obvious reasons."

Jonah nodded, appreciating the giant's judgement. He could imagine his entire arm snapping between those huge fingers that were as long as he was tall. It was a sobering thought, easily reinstating how much the power difference that was between the them.

"Just glad Terez didn't do much more than that. That psycho-bastard..." enormous physician hissed, "Attacking a smaller, defenseless person...how heartless can you get? I knew he was all kinds of screwed up, but still that's messed up."

Jonah's eyes narrowed as the memories of the havoc the blonde giant wreaked at his college, having almost completely tearing through the building he and Rachel were in, doing who knows what to the numerous students that were unfortunately in his path of destruction. Anger began to build up in him, now that he was out of the danger zone. His voice was hoarse when he said, "Yeah...I guess I am lucky."

"That's an understatement. But yeah," the giant's smile returned once more, "You are lucky."

For the first time since the incident on campus, Jonah genuinely smiled. This Zel guy seemed pretty nice. Personable even. While he was still ludicrously huge, at least he didn't seem to have any obvious, bad intentions.

Zel turned around and walked to the wall, where some alien letters were blinking above. He pressed a button, which revealed a small panel which slid up. Jonah couldn't make out what he carefully pinched from inside, Zel's form blocking his view. The giant turned back towards him and walked back to the table. Very slowly, The giant lowered his hand onto the tabletop, fingers parting to reveal what he had acquired.

Looking positively minuscule among the wrinkles and folds of his hand, was a container of fruit and a couple of water bottles. Apples, grapes, and peaches were in placed within a cylinder while he could recognize the sloshing water in hard plastic. The items that were situated in his palm looked as though they could all fit on one fingertip. Nonetheless, Jonah perked up immensely when he saw the food, his mouth beginning to salivate.

"By the way, you've been out for about four hours, you know? Aren't you hungry? Thirsty?" The giant asked knowingly, tilting his hand so that everything could roll to his fingertips.

Jonah had never noticed how hungry he was. Running for his life and remaining out like a light tended to lessen the necessity to eat as a priority. Jonah recalled that in fact, he and Rachel were planning to go to grab a bite after class right before everything happened. 'Heh...so much for that.' He briefly wondered what time it was, there were no windows for him to see any sign of the sun's position.

Jonah looked up at the giant's eyes, trying to get a read on the giant's mind. The giant seemed to have sensed his trepidation and gave him a gentle smile. "You don't have to worry. I just want to help. I'm no threat to you or your kind."

Jonah regarded his words and slowly, ready to snap his arm back should it seem that the giant was tricking him, reached for the things with his good hand. He first grabbed the water, snatching it towards him. When the fingers didn't seem to budge, he did the same thing with the fruit.

Satisfied, the giant withdrew his hand. "Alright. Oh, one of the water bottles and half the fruit in the bag belong to the other human...um, what's her name again?"

Jonah answered immediately, the thought of seeing his friend, another familiar face, feeling more like a necessity. "Rachel. Her name's Rachel."

The giant nodded in understanding. "Right, I'll bring her over here. She's probably just as hungry. She only woke up about forty-five minutes before you too. I hope she's calmed down enough now."

'Calmed down?' Jonah thought, worry etching his features. Before he could inquire more about his friend, Zel was already on his way to the door. With a sore throat, he didn't trust himself to yell across the room without blowing his voice out.

The automatic doors slid behind the giant, leaving him completely alone in the immense room, nothing but the sounds of engines and the gentle humming of machinery his only company.

Left to his own devices, he decided to wait until Zel brought Rachel. It wasn't like he was starving, and he felt a bit more secure when eating with someone than by himself. It also gave him more time to reflect on the series of events that took place.

Apparently, everything pointed to him being on a spaceship. The revelation should have been more earth-shattering, but with everything that had happened, he wasn't as shocked as he should have been. Or rather, some of the other things that had happened weighed more heavily on his mind.

He went from groaning about his economics class to lying in a bed on top a table for giants in a span of almost a day. It was too insane for all of it to be a dream. He could still remember feeling utterly helpless and scared at being reduced to a plaything between the fingers of the blonde giant, Terez. How he left Wessinger Hall in a decrepit state, as though it had been ravaged by war. 'Those people...' Jonah began to feel sick. All those people, students, teachers, staff...some he even knew from his class. From several of his classes. He knew several people had to have died when the giant went through the building with absolutely no regard for the lives that took their day-to-day classes in there. Hundreds of students, trying to flee...

Was it his fault? All because of a misunderstanding? That he was mistaken for someone he wasn't? Was this Terez guy going to come back for him? He was beaten, bruised and unconscious when Seron took him here, but not dead. Was Seron even trustworthy? He was in a place that definitely wasn't where was expecting to be. Whose to say that these giants didn't have ulterior motives for bringing him and Rachel here? What if he misjudged them and they were just as bad as the giant that wrecked his school?

What had they done to Rachel? The last he had seen of Rachel was when they entered that portal. Wherever this...Whatever Silver wasn't really a clue. Was she alright? She had a gash on her head when it all happened. He hoped she wasn't hurt any further. Calmed down? She probably was just as scared as he was. Even if Seron saved both of their lives, he was still massive. According to Zel, this was one of the biggest ships from wherever they were from. And given that everything around seemed more fit for people his and Zel's size, more than likely there were much more giants on board. A lot more. Jonah couldn't wrap his head around it. One giant was more than enough to terrify hundreds of people, let alone a number fit for how many could fit on board.

He was beginning to develop a headache. The biggest questions still remained at the forefront of his mind: exactly what were these guys? And what did they want with him?

They appeared human in nearly every way. At least, without taking into consideration of their size. And what Seron and Terez had done at that time. Their eyes were glowing. Like they were about to shoot eye beams. Also, wings appearing and disappearing right off their backs was also something that wasn't humanly possible. Were these things that only Seron and Terez could do? Were these species wide abilities? What more could they do? What more were they capable of?

More importantly, why did Seron act as though he knew him? And called him Arum?

Who the hell was Arum? Did he look so much like whoever this was and got mistaken as him? Then again, by the way Seron spoke to him, it was as though he was completely sure that he was this Arum, guy. Was Arum maybe a title? Was it really a name?

The doors slid open, knocking Jonah out of his stupefaction.

Zel was walking through, looking down at something in his cupped hands. Jonah felt himself go numb when he realized that it was none other than Rachel. Even from a distance, he could see her shaking like a leaf, covering her head as though she expected the giant to suddenly crush her. Zel was whispering almost quietly, "It's okay. It's okay." Over and over again. She looked utterly pitiful, curled up in the giant's palm. Guilt sprouted up in him as he watched the giant approach, lowering his hand to the table, several feet away from him. The girl wasted no time to scramble out off his hand and onto the chrome surface.

"Rachel!" Jonah cried out as he immediately stood up to help the girl to her feet. She clung to him in an instant, as if she were drowning and he was a flotation device. She eyed the giant, as if expecting him to suddenly reveal himself as evil.

But Zel looked offended by the look of apprehension directed towards him. With his big blue eyes, looking a bit hurt, Jonah was given the distinct impression of the look of a kicked puppy, except with each eye the size of a television. He took a step back away from the two humans on the table. "I'll, uh, I'll be talking with my superiors. If you two need anything, just holler. This room, has transmitters everywhere, I'll be able to hear you."

Zel turned around, but not without giving the two one last look of worriment before letting out a sigh and walking between the doors, leaving the two on the table.

The tension floating through the atmosphere was thick. Jonah situated himself on one end of the berth while Rachel was on the other end. She had a bandaged wrapped around her head, with the faintest blood splotch visible from his position.

She looked drained. Both physically and emotionally. Her normally cheerful eyes were downcast, focused to her feet, but seemingly only looking at oblivion. Her hands were clasped together on her lap. Her normally neat hair was strewn in several directions.

'Crap...' Was all Jonah could think. She wasn't taking the situation well at all. At least he was able to somehow gather just enough courage to speak up and ask questions. She, on the other hand, was terrified beyond all belief.

What could he say? Should he apologize? It was his idea to go along with that giant Seron in the first place. Then again, their options were severely limited, given their circumstances. Still, if it would make her feel better...

"Look Rach," he began, the unease in his voice palpable, "I...I'm sorry. I did say we should go with that giant and all." He forced himself to look at her in the eye. "Did...did they hurt you? While I was out? While you were wherever you were?"

She looked at him straight in the eye for a moment before looking back down. She shook her head slowly.

Jonah's frown deepened at the nonvocal response. "I see they fixed you up too. But doesn't seem like you needed much, right?"

Again, the blonde girl didn't speak, only nodding her head once.

Jonah looked down. He was at a lost at what to do. Rachel had every right to mull over everything that transpired but he could feel the rift growing between them as they sat in the deafening silence. His eyes fell on the bag of fruits and bottles of water that Zel brought to them. He grabbed the water bottle first and offered it to her. Her eyes fell on the bottle before looking up at him, puzzled.

She shook the bottle a bit. "Here. I know you're thirsty. And hungry too. Neither of us had anything to eat in a while. I know you're hungry."

Rachel stared him in the eye before looking at the bottle in his hand. She nodded before taking it from his hand. She didn't open the cap to take a drink, however. She kept it held between her hands, her eyes refocusing to the floor.

Jonah felt his heart break as his friend's lack of response. It seemed that nothing he could say or do would make a difference. Even he didn't know what these giants would bring.

The two sat in silence, neither moving to do anything. It was a couple minutes later when he heard Rachel speak.

"I saw Nicole die."

Jonah looked up, eyes wide and mouth agape. Nicole was a close friend of Rachel, a longtime buddy that she knew before she knew him. A classmate and childhood friend, they had spent a lot of time together. They even shared the same major. For those very words to come out of her mouth, cold and impassive, startled him.

She went on. "When we were trying to get out of Wessinger, a part of the ceiling fell on her. That guy got me out of the way just in time. But..." her head dipped lower, "it all caved in on top of her. She was literally right in front of me. I don't think she even knew I was right behind her."

Jonah was in shock. While he never knew Nicole well enough to even consider her his friend, he was still deeply shaken by the news that someone he knew had died in such a manner. Someone that was the same age, with ambitions and dreams that hadn't come into full fruition yet; someone with their whole life ahead of them.

His appetite had disappeared, as he stared at the bag of fresh fruit, bright and cheerful looking in contrast to the saddened college students.

'Damn it all...' Jonah thought, biting his tongue to prevent him from saying it out loud,

The doors suddenly whisked open. The two of them looked up, expecting to see the giant known as Zel.

He was there, looking very concerned. As well as Seron, his face full of consternation. And another giant, taller than both of them, enough to rival that blonde giant's, Terez's, height.

This new giant looked considerably older than both Seron and Zel, looking to be around his late fifties or so, with a broad face and build. His black hair was slicked back, with the few areas of white sticking out from the sides. His eyes were heavy shade of dark blue, nearly black. He wore a similar outfit to what Seron was wearing, except longer and more regal looking. There were numerous badges on both shoulder, an obvious sign of a well-worn veteran.

The new giant's hard eyes landed on the two humans on the table immediately. Jonah watched as the giant got closer, growing bigger the closer he got...and bigger...and bigger.

Rachel cowered under those eyes as Jonah took a few steps back from the approaching giant, shielding Rachel to the best of his ability. Which, given the differences in size and his physical state, didn't amount to much.

The giant glanced very briefly at the frightened blonde, who cringed at their coldness, before his attention went straight to Jonah, who felt like a fly about to be swatted at a moment's notice.

The new giant's asked, in a cold, baritone voice, "You are the one called Jonah, I presume?"

The giant's voice was like thunder; he felt the table rumble from under his feet. Jonah could only manage a very slow nod, expecting the imposing giant to go berserk out of nowhere.

"I am Commander Regis of the Vira Deltra Battalion and Captain of the Ultron Silver Starship." The giant told them, his voice booming. Authority radiated from him. "From what Seron has told me, you've been attacked by a Traxian called Terez, correct?"

Jonah quickly nodded. The voice sounded almost contemptuous. Or perhaps it seemed that way from the sheer intimidating aura surrounding him. It was like a building leaning over him.

The giant's eyes narrowed into slits. Jonah feared that the giant was going to crush him on the spot.

Instead of smashing the boy into a pulp, he spoke. His tone hard and grave.

"We need to talk. Now."

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body div#devskin0 hr { }

Conscious

"How are you feeling?"

"Look Daddy! Look!"

"You took it!"

"Hey...hey kid..."

"Bastard..."

Entering Hyperdrive. Est. Time of Arrival: Approximately 2.56 seconds

"Good work Jonah!"

"You monster..."

"Hey, can you hear me?"

WARNING! WARNING!

"You're not really going to...?"

Traitor.

"Change the tides of this world..."

System recovery. Est. ERROR

ERROR ERROR ERROR

STRUCTURAL DAMAGE IN HULL DETECTED

"I don't get this chance often."

"How's Mom doing?"

78% ENGINE FAILURE

"How could you...how could you..."

"Jonah..."

POWER: 12.734%

"Please...don't..."

Jonah...

"Exactly..."

ERROR ERROR ERROR

"What have you done?"

"Talk to me! Can you hear me? C'mon!"

EMERGENCY LANDING IN APPROXIMATELY THREE MINUTES, TWENTY THREE SECONDS

Who...

"Someone call an ambulance!"

"Jonah! Jonah, answer me!"

...are you?

"...Did you just...respond?"

RECALCULATING...RECALCULATING...

"Heh...Finally..."

"He's bleeding out!"

"What's...going on?"

APPROXIMATE TIME UNTIL IMPACT: FORTY-SIX SECONDS

"Wait! I didn't mean it!"

"Monster...heartless..."

"Come back, Jonah!"

"Where is it?"

"About damn time..."

-----

Jonah's world was bright and blurry as he slowly opened his eyes. Splotches of color danced around his vision, slowly recalibrating as he struggled with the constant limbo between the realm of sleep and the world of the awake. Awareness hadn't come to him yet, as his mind still was catching up to everything. Not that he remembered falling asleep anyway.

It was when he saw that the ceiling he was looking at wasn't the muted green shade of his dorm, but a reflective mirror that seemed like it may have been miles high was when reality began to settle in.

He leaned upwards, grunting when the bones of his chest sent a sharp pain going through his body. He looked down to see that he was lying down on what seemed like some sort of grayish, round berth. His left shoulder sent spasms after spasms of agony as he steadied himself into a sitting position. His berth seem to be lying on a chrome like platform, with not many signs of of wear or blemishes.

He didn't feel well rested at all. In fact, he didn't even remember losing consciousness. More importantly, he was in a place he didn't even recognize. There was no sign of Rachel or Seron.

The room seem to be mainly gray scale, him seemingly being the only one to stand out from the rather monochrome interior. The room was several times larger than a football field, with the walls so far away, and the ceiling so high, he might as well have been outside. He couldn't imagine what purpose it served for.

For some odd reason, the thought of his girlfriend, Diana, came to mind. It was then that he remembered that they were supposed to go out tonight to eat together.

"Ugh..." He moaned aloud, his chest still aching. "So much for our date."

He wiped his hand on his face, groaning.

Just then, he heard the sound of hydraulics as an enormous door he hadn't noticed before slid open.

And he was promptly reminded of everything that happened.

At the door, looking at him with bright blue eyes, was a man dressed in what seemed like a mix between a white lab coat and a field coat. He had short black hair and wore a pair of glasses, making his eyes look bigger than they already were. He wore black slacks with black shoes. Jonah was somewhat reminded of a paramedic in a way.

Except this man, like Seron, was also over one hundred feet tall.

'Oh...damn...they just keep coming!'

The man's shock was gone and was soon replaced with an ecstatic face. "Ah!, you're awake!"

Any trace of sleep instantly vanished as Jonah scrambled backwards from his berth. Unfortunately, unlike his bed, there was no rail for him to lean on and he fell off. He yelped when his back collided with the chrome surface, reigniting a flare up his spine.

He heard the giant hurriedly come towards him, each step sending deep vibrations through his body. A huge, concerned faced hung over the wary boy, taking up his entire vision. "Wait! Don't move!"

The giant's words seemed to have no effect as he dragged himself away from the huge face with his uninjured arm. As much as his body protested, his fear began to overwhelm him as he realized he was stuck in an enormous room with nothing to shield him from this new giant.

The giant pulled away and raised both hands in acquiescence, taking a step back away from him. "Relax, relax...please. I don't mean you any harm. Honest."

The giant lowered himself in front of the panting Jonah, who eyed the giant suspiciously. Waking up alone, in a room big enough to house a neighborhood, and in the company of an unfamiliar being, let alone a giant, left one far to vulnerable to relax.

Very slowly, the giant pointed to an orange insignia. It was two wings, crossed with each other with a sword facing down in the center. "See this? This means I'm a good guy! Really! I'm just here to help."

Perhaps it was because of the all the craziness that happened earlier, or that his worry for his friend had overridden his own fear, but he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Rachel? And Seron?"

The new giant seemed to tilt his head in confusion before he perked up, like he had experienced an epiphany. "Oh, you mean that female human? Oh she's fine! Absolutely...okay is what you humans say, right? Yeah, A-Okay!" The giant laughed awkwardly, "Nothing to worry about. She just had a small gash on her head, is all. Nothing a little bit of alcohol and medicine can't fix," the giant's smile returned, "And the lieutenant general, the guy who brought the both of you in, he's just talking with our commander is all. Reports and things, I wouldn't know."

Jonah took in the information. He didn't know whether to trust it or not; not that it would change anything quite yet. He scrambled backwards as he watched the new giant grab something from under the surface. The giant noted the fearfulness of the boy and very slowly, edged a stool from under the surface he was on. It was then that Jonah realized he was on a table; a table that was several stories high. The new giant in front of him adjusted himself to sit himself in front of the table that held the smaller male.

Jonah shivered a bit as he watched something, someone, shift and move so quickly in doing such a mundane action. He waited for him to sit down before asking tumultuously, "Who...are you? Where am I?"

The giant's eyes widened behind the frames before he covered his mouth in shock. "Ah, I guess the lieutenant general didn't fill you in before you guys got here. Figures...leaving out important factors like, oh let's say, filling newcomers in."

The giant brought a hand to his chest, "My name is Zelleron Dias Tayenuu, but you can call me just Zel. I am one of the medics of the Vira Deltra Batallion, and, well...you are aboard the Ultron Silver. It's...um, one of the biggest ships of the 11th Viras Colony, er...yeah, kinda neat, huh?"

Jonah could only stare, his mind trying to process what this giant had just told them. Zel, the name the giant told him, decided to go on. "Listen, I know that this might sound a little weird for a human, which, by the way, you guys are muuuuuuuch smaller than I expected! Um, not like it's a bad thing or anything, not at all. Just caught me off by surprise. But yeah, so you're in the spare rooms of the sickbay."

Jonah blinked incredulously as he looked around. Aside from the table underneath him and the stool that Zel was sitting on, the room was extremely bare: as if it were more suited for a supply room.

He heard a rumbling chuckle, that startled the boy into looking back at Zel, who was sniggering a bit. "Oh, I know what you're thinking. Here, let me show you something."

The giant did something under the table, and Jonah felt the table thrum under him ever so gently.

Suddenly, on the walls were glowing outlines that were not there before. After a second, panels began to extend from the walls, before gyroscoping onto the ground. Two, completely white, bed-like capsules came from the walls, suspended in the air. Shelves and cabinets appeared on the far corner, the edges illuminating a bright yellow, somewhat in a way that reminded Jonah of the glow sticks in the middle of the night. There were medical tools, some familiar like a thermometers, ophthalmoscopes, forceps, and syringes; all of which were far to big to be used on him. Then there were an assortment of tools that he had never seen before, whose by there design made it hard to determine it's purpose. In all corners of the wall, a monitor easily as big as a movie theater screen appeared, the screen completely white aside from the bright orange letters of an alien language displayed on the bottom.

The room had turned into a fully operational medical facility within a couple seconds. Jonah could only look in awe at how everything seemed so futuristic, almost right out of Star Trek. Except much bigger. And brighter. And more advanced...ish.

Looking pleased, the giant grin's widened. "Awesome isn't it? I've been here for a while and I still can't get over just how cool this place is myself. This entire thing can hold up to twenty-something of us at once. So unless there is like some horrible epidemic or everyone on board gets injured, there is always a ton of room to spare!"

The bespectacled giant's face suddenly turned sour, alarming Jonah out of his amazement. "Speaking of injuries..."

Jonah watched with some trepidation as the doctor glided his hand on a space on the edge of the table. A light blue screen blinked into existence, ethereal and transparent. Jonah gaped. It was a hologram. An actual hologram. Like the ones right of almost every futuristic show he's ever seen in his life.

He didn't have as much time to stare at the spectacle when the aforementioned physician asked, "How are you feeling? I examined you while you were still out. Nothing's broken, fortunately, but you seem to have bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder. I had one of our small drones fix your shoulder since...you know..." The giant laughed nervously as he pointed to himself, "I don't trust myself just yet to do it myself...for obvious reasons."

Jonah nodded, appreciating the giant's judgement. He could imagine his entire arm snapping between those huge fingers that were as long as he was tall. It was a sobering thought, easily reinstating how much the power difference that was between the them.

"Just glad Terez didn't do much more than that. That psycho-bastard..." enormous physician hissed, "Attacking a smaller, defenseless person...how heartless can you get? I knew he was all kinds of screwed up, but still that's messed up."

Jonah's eyes narrowed as the memories of the havoc the blonde giant wreaked at his college, having almost completely tearing through the building he and Rachel were in, doing who knows what to the numerous students that were unfortunately in his path of destruction. Anger began to build up in him, now that he was out of the danger zone. His voice was hoarse when he said, "Yeah...I guess I am lucky."

"That's an understatement. But yeah," the giant's smile returned once more, "You are lucky."

For the first time since the incident on campus, Jonah genuinely smiled. This Zel guy seemed pretty nice. Personable even. While he was still ludicrously huge, at least he didn't seem to have any obvious, bad intentions.

Zel turned around and walked to the wall, where some alien letters were blinking above. He pressed a button, which revealed a small panel which slid up. Jonah couldn't make out what he carefully pinched from inside, Zel's form blocking his view. The giant turned back towards him and walked back to the table. Very slowly, The giant lowered his hand onto the tabletop, fingers parting to reveal what he had acquired.

Looking positively minuscule among the wrinkles and folds of his hand, was a container of fruit and a couple of water bottles. Apples, grapes, and peaches were in placed within a cylinder while he could recognize the sloshing water in hard plastic. The items that were situated in his palm looked as though they could all fit on one fingertip. Nonetheless, Jonah perked up immensely when he saw the food, his mouth beginning to salivate.

"By the way, you've been out for about four hours, you know? Aren't you hungry? Thirsty?" The giant asked knowingly, tilting his hand so that everything could roll to his fingertips.

Jonah had never noticed how hungry he was. Running for his life and remaining out like a light tended to lessen the necessity to eat as a priority. Jonah recalled that in fact, he and Rachel were planning to go to grab a bite after class right before everything happened. 'Heh...so much for that.' He briefly wondered what time it was, there were no windows for him to see any sign of the sun's position.

Jonah looked up at the giant's eyes, trying to get a read on the giant's mind. The giant seemed to have sensed his trepidation and gave him a gentle smile. "You don't have to worry. I just want to help. I'm no threat to you or your kind."

Jonah regarded his words and slowly, ready to snap his arm back should it seem that the giant was tricking him, reached for the things with his good hand. He first grabbed the water, snatching it towards him. When the fingers didn't seem to budge, he did the same thing with the fruit.

Satisfied, the giant withdrew his hand. "Alright. Oh, one of the water bottles and half the fruit in the bag belong to the other human...um, what's her name again?"

Jonah answered immediately, the thought of seeing his friend, another familiar face, feeling more like a necessity. "Rachel. Her name's Rachel."

The giant nodded in understanding. "Right, I'll bring her over here. She's probably just as hungry. She only woke up about forty-five minutes before you too. I hope she's calmed down enough now."

'Calmed down?' Jonah thought, worry etching his features. Before he could inquire more about his friend, Zel was already on his way to the door. With a sore throat, he didn't trust himself to yell across the room without blowing his voice out.

The automatic doors slid behind the giant, leaving him completely alone in the immense room, nothing but the sounds of engines and the gentle humming of machinery his only company.

Left to his own devices, he decided to wait until Zel brought Rachel. It wasn't like he was starving, and he felt a bit more secure when eating with someone than by himself. It also gave him more time to reflect on the series of events that took place.

Apparently, everything pointed to him being on a spaceship. The revelation should have been more earth-shattering, but with everything that had happened, he wasn't as shocked as he should have been. Or rather, some of the other things that had happened weighed more heavily on his mind.

He went from groaning about his economics class to lying in a bed on top a table for giants in a span of almost a day. It was too insane for all of it to be a dream. He could still remember feeling utterly helpless and scared at being reduced to a plaything between the fingers of the blonde giant, Terez. How he left Wessinger Hall in a decrepit state, as though it had been ravaged by war. 'Those people...' Jonah began to feel sick. All those people, students, teachers, staff...some he even knew from his class. From several of his classes. He knew several people had to have died when the giant went through the building with absolutely no regard for the lives that took their day-to-day classes in there. Hundreds of students, trying to flee...

Was it his fault? All because of a misunderstanding? That he was mistaken for someone he wasn't? Was this Terez guy going to come back for him? He was beaten, bruised and unconscious when Seron took him here, but not dead. Was Seron even trustworthy? He was in a place that definitely wasn't where was expecting to be. Whose to say that these giants didn't have ulterior motives for bringing him and Rachel here? What if he misjudged them and they were just as bad as the giant that wrecked his school?

What had they done to Rachel? The last he had seen of Rachel was when they entered that portal. Wherever this...Whatever Silver wasn't really a clue. Was she alright? She had a gash on her head when it all happened. He hoped she wasn't hurt any further. Calmed down? She probably was just as scared as he was. Even if Seron saved both of their lives, he was still massive. According to Zel, this was one of the biggest ships from wherever they were from. And given that everything around seemed more fit for people his and Zel's size, more than likely there were much more giants on board. A lot more. Jonah couldn't wrap his head around it. One giant was more than enough to terrify hundreds of people, let alone a number fit for how many could fit on board.

He was beginning to develop a headache. The biggest questions still remained at the forefront of his mind: exactly what were these guys? And what did they want with him?

They appeared human in nearly every way. At least, without taking into consideration of their size. And what Seron and Terez had done at that time. Their eyes were glowing. Like they were about to shoot eye beams. Also, wings appearing and disappearing right off their backs was also something that wasn't humanly possible. Were these things that only Seron and Terez could do? Were these species wide abilities? What more could they do? What more were they capable of?

More importantly, why did Seron act as though he knew him? And called him Arum?

Who the hell was Arum? Did he look so much like whoever this was and got mistaken as him? Then again, by the way Seron spoke to him, it was as though he was completely sure that he was this Arum, guy. Was Arum maybe a title? Was it really a name?

The doors slid open, knocking Jonah out of his stupefaction.

Zel was walking through, looking down at something in his cupped hands. Jonah felt himself go numb when he realized that it was none other than Rachel. Even from a distance, he could see her shaking like a leaf, covering her head as though she expected the giant to suddenly crush her. Zel was whispering almost quietly, "It's okay. It's okay." Over and over again. She looked utterly pitiful, curled up in the giant's palm. Guilt sprouted up in him as he watched the giant approach, lowering his hand to the table, several feet away from him. The girl wasted no time to scramble out off his hand and onto the chrome surface.

"Rachel!" Jonah cried out as he immediately stood up to help the girl to her feet. She clung to him in an instant, as if she were drowning and he was a flotation device. She eyed the giant, as if expecting him to suddenly reveal himself as evil.

But Zel looked offended by the look of apprehension directed towards him. With his big blue eyes, looking a bit hurt, Jonah was given the distinct impression of the look of a kicked puppy, except with each eye the size of a television. He took a step back away from the two humans on the table. "I'll, uh, I'll be talking with my superiors. If you two need anything, just holler. This room, has transmitters everywhere, I'll be able to hear you."

Zel turned around, but not without giving the two one last look of worriment before letting out a sigh and walking between the doors, leaving the two on the table.

The tension floating through the atmosphere was thick. Jonah situated himself on one end of the berth while Rachel was on the other end. She had a bandaged wrapped around her head, with the faintest blood splotch visible from his position.

She looked drained. Both physically and emotionally. Her normally cheerful eyes were downcast, focused to her feet, but seemingly only looking at oblivion. Her hands were clasped together on her lap. Her normally neat hair was strewn in several directions.

'Crap...' Was all Jonah could think. She wasn't taking the situation well at all. At least he was able to somehow gather just enough courage to speak up and ask questions. She, on the other hand, was terrified beyond all belief.

What could he say? Should he apologize? It was his idea to go along with that giant Seron in the first place. Then again, their options were severely limited, given their circumstances. Still, if it would make her feel better...

"Look Rach," he began, the unease in his voice palpable, "I...I'm sorry. I did say we should go with that giant and all." He forced himself to look at her in the eye. "Did...did they hurt you? While I was out? While you were wherever you were?"

She looked at him straight in the eye for a moment before looking back down. She shook her head slowly.

Jonah's frown deepened at the nonvocal response. "I see they fixed you up too. But doesn't seem like you needed much, right?"

Again, the blonde girl didn't speak, only nodding her head once.

Jonah looked down. He was at a lost at what to do. Rachel had every right to mull over everything that transpired but he could feel the rift growing between them as they sat in the deafening silence. His eyes fell on the bag of fruits and bottles of water that Zel brought to them. He grabbed the water bottle first and offered it to her. Her eyes fell on the bottle before looking up at him, puzzled.

She shook the bottle a bit. "Here. I know you're thirsty. And hungry too. Neither of us had anything to eat in a while. I know you're hungry."

Rachel stared him in the eye before looking at the bottle in his hand. She nodded before taking it from his hand. She didn't open the cap to take a drink, however. She kept it held between her hands, her eyes refocusing to the floor.

Jonah felt his heart break as his friend's lack of response. It seemed that nothing he could say or do would make a difference. Even he didn't know what these giants would bring.

The two sat in silence, neither moving to do anything. It was a couple minutes later when he heard Rachel speak.

"I saw Nicole die."

Jonah looked up, eyes wide and mouth agape. Nicole was a close friend of Rachel, a longtime buddy that she knew before she knew him. A classmate and childhood friend, they had spent a lot of time together. They even shared the same major. For those very words to come out of her mouth, cold and impassive, startled him.

She went on. "When we were trying to get out of Wessinger, a part of the ceiling fell on her. That guy got me out of the way just in time. But..." her head dipped lower, "it all caved in on top of her. She was literally right in front of me. I don't think she even knew I was right behind her."

Jonah was in shock. While he never knew Nicole well enough to even consider her his friend, he was still deeply shaken by the news that someone he knew had died in such a manner. Someone that was the same age, with ambitions and dreams that hadn't come into full fruition yet; someone with their whole life ahead of them.

His appetite had disappeared, as he stared at the bag of fresh fruit, bright and cheerful looking in contrast to the saddened college students.

'Damn it all...' Jonah thought, biting his tongue to prevent him from saying it out loud,

The doors suddenly whisked open. The two of them looked up, expecting to see the giant known as Zel.

He was there, looking very concerned. As well as Seron, his face full of consternation. And another giant, taller than both of them, enough to rival that blonde giant's, Terez's, height.

This new giant looked considerably older than both Seron and Zel, looking to be around his late fifties or so, with a broad face and build. His black hair was slicked back, with the few areas of white sticking out from the sides. His eyes were heavy shade of dark blue, nearly black. He wore a similar outfit to what Seron was wearing, except longer and more regal looking. There were numerous badges on both shoulder, an obvious sign of a well-worn veteran.

The new giant's hard eyes landed on the two humans on the table immediately. Jonah watched as the giant got closer, growing bigger the closer he got...and bigger...and bigger.

Rachel cowered under those eyes as Jonah took a few steps back from the approaching giant, shielding Rachel to the best of his ability. Which, given the differences in size and his physical state, didn't amount to much.

The giant glanced very briefly at the frightened blonde, who cringed at their coldness, before his attention went straight to Jonah, who felt like a fly about to be swatted at a moment's notice.

The new giant's asked, in a cold, baritone voice, "You are the one called Jonah, I presume?"

The giant's voice was like thunder; he felt the table rumble from under his feet. Jonah could only manage a very slow nod, expecting the imposing giant to go berserk out of nowhere.

"I am Commander Regis of the Vira Deltra Battalion and Captain of the Ultron Silver Starship." The giant told them, his voice booming. Authority radiated from him. "From what Seron has told me, you've been attacked by a Traxian called Terez, correct?"

Jonah quickly nodded. The voice sounded almost contemptuous. Or perhaps it seemed that way from the sheer intimidating aura surrounding him. It was like a building leaning over him.

The giant's eyes narrowed into slits. Jonah feared that the giant was going to crush him on the spot.

Instead of smashing the boy into a pulp, he spoke. His tone hard and grave.

"We need to talk. Now."