Onryx's POV
After the encounter with Shade and Serina, and now knowing their uncanny knowledge of dimensional travel, I decided to bolster the defenses of my carrier. With its prowess in navigating tight corridors, I put the xenomorph on guard duty for the ship. I went to sleep, and in the morning, it reported back to me that it caught two intruders in the ship, specifically in the power core room. It told me that it took the prisoners and put them into the test chamber, with the Terminator as guard. He made sure they didn't escape. After putting on a t-shirt and some sweats (us scientists don't wear lab coats all the time), I decided to pay them a little visit. I figured they had warped into my power core in order to destroy my soul processor. But I expected that there were more secret motives as well. So I decided to find out what those were. I used some of the truth serum that I had acquired from the Batman universe, as the Scarecrow had given me many a potions to try out. As the chamber slowly filled with the colorless gas, I began my interrogation. But I almost felt bad, considering their stature compared to mine. They were both fairly squat, probably barely over 5 feet tall. The anthropomorphic lizard was obviously female with vibrant green eyes that looked eerily similar to the gemstone in my watch. She also looked like she should have many different horns on her head, but all of them were almost non-existent against her head. The male had very tanned skin, similar to a farmer's tan or even that he could be of origin from one of the many Pacific islands. I then began my questioning of them. First, their names. The lizard was Lilly, and the boy was called Mozaku. They seemed to be trying to resist the gas, but it wasn't working as they thought it should.
"Why did you come onto my ship, besides wanting to destroy my soul powered reactor?"
"You have a soul powered reactor?" the one named Mozaku asked, "How'd you manage that?"
"Oh, you didn't know? I figured your little friend Serina had told the whole gang about the encounter in the Soul Realm. Well, I could go into specifics on its design, but that would put you to sleep, and waste all that nice truth gas I've been pumping into that chamber."
"How did you even get into the Soul Realm?" As if on cue, Nefesi appeared next to me, yawning as if she had just woken up from sleeping.
"Here's my key into the realm, if you must know. It's through her that I've been able to do most of my work that's progressed here."
"Ah. Nefesi, nice to see you haven't changed in the last thousand years," Mozaku drawled with an undertone of anger.
"How come you're the one doing all the talking? Is your partner a mime or something? Hey Lilly, do the box trick!"
"I prefer not to talk to strangers who trap me and use gas on me," she growled lowly and quietly, barring her teeth just a bit.
"Aww, but it's no fun if we have a party pooper," Nefesi leans in and whispers to me, "This one is a dimensional tracker. She can get you to the right dimensions more accurately than your computer."
I return my focus to the pair. "So you got a little power here missy? I might be borrowing you for longer than expected."
"I think you're confused, my name ain't Missy," she said sweetly with a mischievous look in her eye, "You're thinking of my sister. Though she can be a bit nasty, so I wouldn't suggest keeping her around."
"That was never the plan. You technically aren't supposed to be here either. You came into my home, whatever your intentions. But you may be able to help me out. If you can get me to the proper dimensions, I will consider letting you and your friend go as opposed to bubbling away in a pool of acid. What do you say?"
"What dimension and why?" Mozaku interrupted.
"Well first, I want to get rid of that reactor. Horribly inefficient. Take me to Back to the Future, and then I won't even be that bad of a guy anymore. We'll make a few more pit stops on our way back home, and call it a night!"

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