Ichor continued dragging him through, flinging him into the ship's bridge. It was a white marble room, with many golden monitors and orange stripes along the room. Oscar drowsily awakened, pulling himself off the floor. "Wha... What happened? I saw some flashes before... I just... went out." He looked up, dread in his eyes as he saw Ichor before him. "Your friends aren't here." Oscar pulled himself up, going into a fighting stance. In response, Ichor just clenched the gauntlet, causing Oscar to realise the futility and back down. He stumbled back into one of the golden chairs, stopping himself. "No, go ahead. Take a seat. You might be here a while." Oscar wearily sat down, Ichor sitting down in the chair on the opposite side of the room. "What's the deal?" Oscar enquired. Ichor grinned. "What do you mean, 'deal'?" Oscar looked him dead in the eyes. "There has to be a reason I'm here, unharmed and everybody else isn't." Ichor laughed. "Perceptive. Although, you'd have to be. The Tech Shard wouldn't have chosen someone unsuited for the task." Oscar was confused. "How do you know?" Ichor grinned again. He did that an awful lot. "Because I sent it." Oscar was shocked, attempting to process the information. "What? Why? How? Why would you..." Ichor interrupted him. "I think there's a more... pressing matter at hand." He pressed a button on a remote, turning on one of the screens. It showed the other Ninja, knee deep in gunk in a dark cell. "When we breach the atmosphere I think I'll dump them out into deep space." Oscar sheepishly tried to dance around the answer. "I'd rather if you... didn't... do that." Ichor held up Oscar's shard, prompting a swarm of drones to fly in, carrying the other shards. "It's simple. Not really, but I'm sure you'll understand better than all of those fools. When the universe was formed, all that was was the Elixir. However, to better keep control over every aspect of the life it had created, it split itself into multiple energies. The Elemental Energies. Each element had an Entity, the living embodiment and guardian of it. So, life started developing, spurred on by natural energy. But for every reaction, there must be an equal and opposite reaction." He held the Tech Shard up, staring into it. "Tech energy was the opposite of all natural energy. The necessary existence, constantly looking to evolve. Advance. Create a better world, for the benefit of all. And bring everyone else into this new world too. Whether they liked it or not. So the Tech Entity went to war. It didn't last too long." Bitterness appeared in his eyes as he stared deeper into the shard. "The other Entities united, forming the Elixir. They cast the Tech Entity far away, stealing his elemental power. But he came back. He always does." Ichor stood up, proudly. "He found a means to do it. An army, the Technology to control the elemental energies, a ship. And he traveled the developing universe, slaying every last living Entity's physical form. Sending their spirits away, until all that remained were the Entities of Shapeshifting, Air, and Life. Together, they created the shards, hoping to send them to those who could wield them, and keep their natural life source going. The Tech Entity finished them, too. But it was too late, he would never catch the shards before they found hope. So he sent one of his own. Hoping he could finally finish the job." He stood up, yelling loud and victoriously. "And finally claim the elemental energy that was rightfully his!" At this point, Oscar had realised what Ichor was trying to do. He looked up from the floor to The Tech Entity, solemnly. "If I do it... will you keep them alive?" Ichor laughed. "I thought you didn't like them." "I've... just... will you accept my terms?" Ichor sat down again, scratching his chin. "I'm considering it."
Meanwhile, inside the cell with the Ninja awoke the old Squid pirate. "Aye... had a little bit too much of the brandy... might be all out of it. That's sad." He looked up, lifting his hat. "Oh! Fresh meat. Ahoy, me'name be Captain Squig Krakenbeard. Or it used to be. That little shiny turtle b*stard just showing up thinking he can take me and mah crew! Bloody mutiny it was. He chugged his last remaining drink. "Welcome to The Deep End. The fact they finally put someone else in here tells me that they might finally off me. Was getting bored waiting." He saw them up near the door. "No point. Yer all gonna get dumped into deep space, it's our way of walking the plank. Don't stress it too much, prolly got a little time till't ship takes off." He tried to chug from the flask again, realising it was completely empty. "Ah blast it. Guess there's no reason worth livin' now anyways."