In the depths of space, among the ruins of SimBen's ship, an obsidian sphere, only two inches in diameter, floated through space. The last trace of heat, gone. Only a shell of what it once was, the Northica, FN's core, floated through space, and achieved consciousness once more.

Almost no energy, the dead cold began taking it's toll on the artificial life form.

Firing just enough energy to get him moving, he set his trajectory to something which would make a lesser creature burn up. His bits of memories flying through his mind, he kicked himself for allowing rage to take him over. His logical subroutines were damaged in the battle at Destronica. He repaired his programming and saw looming on the horizon a greater threat.

The Silence was breaking his dimensional lock. In only a matter of time, it would overtake this world.

As the heat surrounded the black sphere, it began making plans.

Collect the rest of the crystals, and prepare for a battle that would rip this world to it's breaking point.