Joe Phoenix > so you are saying you are an acception to the rule?

As I have previously mentioned, in a previous life I had powers which I seem to have lost.  The problem with jumping from one universe to another is that rules that govern the reality of one world do not necessarily travel over to the next.  I think there is some kind of rationale, but I'm no Theoretical Physicist so I couldn't even begin to bore you with what the current thinking on this is, suffice to say that Page 42 in one Universal Rule-Book does not have to exist in the next, and there are far to many instances of "Turn to Page xx" where nature has not bothered to proofread properly.  The upshot of this is that when you jump to another world, what you are trying to do many have massively unforseen circumstances.

Recently I had been trying to keep up with Joe Phoenix during his forays into Providence and Catch regions.  Unfortunately, my investigations kept being cut short both by the local CVA-friendly heavies, the Alliances at war with them (who keep putting up those infernally annoying blockade bubbles) and also generic reds who like to have a go.  I decided after too many lost Stealth Bombers I needed to return home for rest and resupply and gathered up some crap, ran the WT camp at Esa and set a course for Empire Space where I finally stopped.  My wallet felt far too light, the stench of burning ship lingered in my uniform and the pile of junk in my hangar was pretty much just that, junk.  I headed to the suite I rent from this station in a really foul mood and collapsed onto the bed.  For the first time in ages I fell asleep without the aid of large quantities of illicit drugs and I must say, it was a very unpleasant experience and one I don't wish to repeat.

When I woke up, I was siezed by an idea.  I realised I hadn't felt the sudden drop in reality that usually accompanies my movements between worlds.  Now it wasn't so much that the universe felt super-real, not like it did back on Mort, but more that it was static, that there was no ebb or flow of reality, no "eddies in the time-streams" so to speak.  No Eddies at all in fact.
I decided to try out  a theory.  I pulled the trunk from under my bed where I keep my large stash and loaded my two hypo-pnuematic syringes with about 50ccs of the hardest, most evil-looking narcotics that this New Eden can produce and placed the tips of the needles at the base of my skull where I inject for maximum outage.  A collegue once commented this was the Emergency Eject technique, as I have used it in the past to remove my concious self from sticky situations where I would be forced to take responsibility for my actions.  I pulled the triggers.  Everything went white.

Damien > .......
Damien > .......
Damien > ..................
Voice > Hello Damien
Damien> Wh-who's there?
Voice > Its /emote
Damien > Oh!  Hi!  Good to know your alive
/emote > Shut up for a second, I haven't got long.  I figured out how to Skin-Walk again.  You have to do it either mid-jump or in WormHole Space.  For some reason the normal rules work in there.
Damien > Oooookay.  Sounds risky.
/emote > Of course it is!  But you should try it.  Find me again once you got it working.  I gotta go, I'm nearly in the top five for Hulk kills and theres this one that refuses to die......

I woke up suddenly.
Could it be true?  Could I Skin-Walk again?  I picked up the syringes and stuffed them back in the case.  Running down the launch bay to where my ships were parked, I ran up the ramp of the first one I came to clutching the drug case to my chest like a child.

Soon.... soon all will be as it should be......