Pulsating clouds of gas and dust swirled around the escretion disk of a Black Hole that was part of this mysterious system, several light years, if not thousands, from any known space. The only way to this system was through a wormhole, one of the many in New Eden. These lead to just about anywhere and the only way to find them was via exploration probes. Varnir sat cloaked over the only wormhole that lead to this isolated system, however, that didn't mean that another could form at any given moment, endangering the nature of their mission. Willing his Strategic Cruiser, a Tengu class vessel, to orbit the wormhole at a 20 kilometer range, just within range of the 5 deadly Heavy Assault Launchers that was equipped to his vessel. They didn't have the menacing firepower of the more combative form of this modular vessel but it would be enough to deter the smaller ships that may decide to wander in. His current task was to monitor the wormhole, until its inevitable collapse. Time was of the essence, but while the system was vulnerable to outside interlopers, it was very important that the system was closed off.

Unlike the EVE Gate (the wormhole that stranded the people of New Eden from the Sol System to begin with), most known wormholes would not support the enormous Terran ships that had utilized the EVE Gate, and the life of these wormholes didn't last very long. It was believed that a wormhole could remain infinitely, however, the very presence of a vessel would cause it to decay. That puzzled Varnir, but he was not a man of science, and would leave such wonders to them to figure out. The pulsating wormhole was close to collapsing. And since NEOCOM was not accessible from this area of space due to the far distance to any part of New Eden, there was no way of telling if anyone else was in system with him, that is, unless they made a broadcast, an incredibly foolish thing to do when trying to remain hidden in systems such as these, or foolish all together. Despite this, he kept an eye on the local comms channel anyways, due to the sensitivity of his task at hand.

Just as they had predicted, the wormhole imploded in on itself, leaving an empty void of space where it had once been. At once he willed his cruiser to warp to a safe spot he had made in system, simultaneously opening a channel to the other party that he was sure was also watching the wormhole as it collapsed. "Let's get this done with," he said, decloaking long enough to launcher scanner probes to find another way out, a tool he always brought with him when running around in wormhole space. There was a long pause before the other voice responded. "Very well, beginning file transfer now." Varnir 'eyed' the transfer progress as he ran the scan. There we little doubt to him that an exit wouldn't be found. This was a Class 2 Wormhole, and according to his ship's computer's database (which was downloaded from the NEOCOM before his arrival here) it had a static wormhole that always tended to appear in Secure Space.

Something also a mystery to him was the predictability of these natural phenomena. Each Wormhole system that has been found thusfar has always had a wormhole that originated from these systems. He only guessed it was due the mysterious systems these wormholes lead to, perhaps phenomenon local to region of space he was in caused this ocurrance, and while this 'phenomenon' could be local to these systems, the same phenomenon could be found at random in known space as well. Either way, he knew they weren't the only ones around. All around them were pockets of hostile drones, known as the Sleepers, which like the Jovians, were a race of highly technological people that had probably found these remote systems centuries ago to take refuge from the activities of known space. And they would stop at nothing to defend their space, however, sightings of them anywhere apart from their strange structures was a rare siting.

His scan had completed at the same time as the file transfer had completed. Smiling to himself he activated his comms again. "File received, thank you for your service," he said as he recalled his probes and willed his ship into warp towards the new exit, all the while, transferring isk to an anonymous bank account. The voice responded. "Just remember that you and your pathetic Navy owe more than a few favors for this," the voice said. Varnir smirked as he cut the comms. "Pirates..." he said to himself, just as his ship dropped on top of group of pirates looking for trouble in an area of space where CONCORD could not intervene.

Varnir eyed the pirates suspiciously. IDENT read them as a Merc Corp, however, out here in the unknown where CONCORD and DED held no jurisdiction meant that the Pirate activities they probably were involved with here in the void would not register on the NEOCOM. According to their public dossier they frequented Wormholes looking for resources to take, and pilots to kill. Unlucky for the pirates, the nullified and cloaked Tengu was able to easily slip past their warp bubble and through the other side of the wormhole into the safety of New Eden. Little did he know the pirates were in position long before the previous wormhole collapse, meaning that they had already scanned down the anomaly without him noticing, likely due to the fact the meeting point was a distance away from the exit.

He willed his Tengu to warp to the only gate in this deadend system, unaware as well that he was being followed by covert ops vessel.