|Further Shee Travels|
Everything in grey, white
and blue is facts from Cyberlife's tales.
All sections in yellow are extrapolations and assumptions written by me.
|Albian Time||Shee Ship Time||
Shee experiment in GE
|550||748||Shee abandon Albia, Shee Ship begins journey.
Before they leave they leave two hatcheries full of eggs.
|798||996||Most norns killed by grendels. Wild forest, Xmas,
Ron and Mountain
Some eggs remain in incubator 1.
|All Ettins and some Grendels evolve underground.
The Last Shee works for centuries.
Some norn eggs remain in incubator 2
Last shee abandons the Magma norns before growing Capillata ship.
|Shee Arrive In Planets orbit|
|800||998||Shee Driven from ship by grendel stow-aways|
|?||?||Humans discover Shee Ship|
|?||?||Capillata Docks with Shee Ship|
|1500||1698||Ron & Eve born|
|1798||1996||Humans discover Albia
Hidden eggs are hatched from incubator 1.
|1800||1998||The Volcano Erupts, killing many surface dwellers whilst releasing underground dwellers.||Last Shee launches the Capillata - using the volcano's eruption as launch||
& Docking Station
|?||?||Ettins re-build many structures on the last Shee's orders, including lifts to gain access to underground labs.|
|?||?||Last shee explores alternate worlds and takes samples of newly discovered breeds and conducts experiments that create other breeds.|
|2200||2398||Labs & Ettin Discovered, as are new grendel breeds. Norn eggs from incubator 2 are hatched.|
|The Shee were an ancient and clever species entirely lacking in common sense. This rather endearing trait manifested itself in a preference for genetically engineering mice that dislike biscuits (but are rather keen on used teabags) rather than inventing a sensible mousetrap. This led to some ingenious (and generally massively over-engineered) solutions to simple problems. Some of these experiments in genetics resulted in the creation of three species that were intended to act as servants to the Shee, who were finding that good help on Albia was jolly hard to find.|
The first experiment in genetics went horribly wrong and the unfortunate outcome was a nasty and bad mannered creature later known as a Grendel. The Shee quickly abandoned the experiment, but overlooked a few eggs that had been mislaid behind a dresser. Unfortunately, those eggs hatched and Grendels escaped to breed in the wild.
A subsequent attempt resulted in the docile (and pale) Ettins. Unfortunately, Ettins proved to be dreadful servants, as they tended towards kleptomania (or perhaps just over-tidiness) and often nicked the masters' teacups and bits of wire and string that were put down only seconds before. They were, however, gentle and relatively harmless, so they were retained, but kept well away from the family silver and high explosives.
Later ettins were bred to become the labourers of the Shee, they did all the cleaning. When the Shee left Albia they took some ettins with them and left some in the underground Shee laboratory.
The Shee soldiered on with their experiments and in time managed to genetically engineer a race of sweet-tempered, gentle and relatively obedient creatures known as Norns. The Norns weren't rocket scientists, but with patience and training could learn to make a decent pot of tea and fetch slippers when asked. The Shee were pleased.
Those norns that were in the surface incubator are less genetically and mentally advanced than the underground norns. This is because the Shee moved their labs underground as they continued to tinker with the norn's genomes.
years later the Shee came up with an uncharacteristically useful invention that allowed
them to gaze into the Albian sky and see all the glittering stars up close. To their
disgust, they realised that there were planets up there as well and they were spherical,
rather than the inconvenient disk shape they were used to. They decided to set out in
search of a more spherical home. It also seemed a pretty good way of getting away from the
Grendels who were becoming more and more troublesome.
The Shee gathered up all the Norns and Ettins they could find, along with a selection of plants and animals from the planet, and huddled them aboard a spaceship genetically engineered especially for the journey. Forgetting earlier lessons, the Shee neglected to check behind the furniture for leftover creature eggs and accidentally abandoned a number of creatures on Albia's surface.
With no-one to look after them, the Norn died out shortly after the Shee left. The Shee thoughtfully provided a secret store of six Norn eggs in the Hatchery, just near the incubator machine to revive them. An endearing, peaceful and playful race, the Norns relied on the Shee to look after them. Only one living Grendel mother remains, in the tree houses of the Grendel lair and she has plenty of eggs left!
Before the shee left, they locked some norns eggs away in hibernation in the shee caverns.
As they locked the door for the last time, they forgot to release the other animals hidden below, and even locked in the ettin - a species that had helped the shee in the labs.... the ettin were trapped.
Back in space, the Shee neared their destination sphere and were surprised to find that Grendels had stowed away on the ship and again began to display typically embarrassing behaviour, terrorising the Norns and Ettins, breaking machinery and generally behaving like ruffians. The Shee gathered together some biscuits and a few clean socks and made tracks for the planet below, again forgetting a goodly number of creature eggs and leaving all their laboratory equipment on the ship.
In the year (earth year:) 1996, the first human, using a home computer, entered Albia, hatched the eggs and began to strive the species back into existence. They used their control of the Handish to this end. By this time, the grendels had all turned on each other meaning that they were all dead except for one mother who occasionally hatched a baby. Ron and Eve were the first two norns hatched by man, their firstborn was named Cain. Their race gradually became more suited to human's taste of cute, a few individuals still survived in the wild and were named the "Ron" race in reverence of the first known norn
After years of working in isolation, and only straying from the task to have some tea and biscuits, the device was completed! The other Shee had laughed at the idea that one could literally jump across dimensions and get to the mysterious spherical world with no physical effort at all, but he had persisted and those long nights of twiddling with DNA had paid off. Finally, here was the device that would allow his race to explore the rest of their universe with ease, and it was all his own work. He just couldn't wait to see the look on the others faces...
But that was where the problems started.
Albia seemed to be deserted, there was not a single trace of a Shee anywhere. Sure, the Norns, Grendels and Ettins were still running around the place but there was no sign of proper life forms. Checking out the communal laboratories revealed that a gigantic space ship had been constructed at some point in the past and the planet had been evacuated. Just how long had he been working? He knew that when he was problem-solving he was pretty hard to get through to, but surely someone would have come and informed him that everyone was leaving!
Still, with the amount of dust that was lying around it looked like they'd been gone for years - real Shee years rather than the accelerated time scale they'd made all their creations live in. Well, he'd just have to follow them and show them his great device! Any fool could make a spaceship but only he had the vision to create holes in space … or was it time? He had to admit he wasn't entirely sure what the device did exactly - that was evolution for you - but it did seem to make holes in something that allowed things to pass through to another place. A place that was very much like the place you were just in - but different. All his tests had confirmed this, and he'd even traveled through himself on many occasions. Come to think of it, he wasn't entirely sure that the here he was in now was the here he'd started in but he didn't consider that a great problem. It was close enough to his here to fool him and that was all that mattered.
So he'd begun growing a ship for the voyage; he could still detect the trail through space left by the others so actually tracking them down wasn't a problem. Catching them up, on the other hand, would require the kind of thinking that only he could do … something so clever that they would all congratulate him on his original thinking and reward him with a nice cup of tea, maybe two.
Late in the Albian night, so late as to be morning, a lone figure could be found hunched over a wooden table. The table's one short leg periodically threatened to upset the contents of the flasks and test tubes that covered its surface. The figure seemed to be talking to itself - a steady stream of chemical names and reactions, "Hmm, pyruvate, glucose... hmm, amino acid reacts with... no, it was glucose, wasn't it? Oh dear, oh dear... Maybe a cup of tea will help clear my head."
He stood and stretched; exchanging his hunched figure for that of a lanky Shee scientist. He had recently emerged from his private underground laboratory to find that the disk-shaped planet he inhabited was completely devoid of other Shee and he was left alone with a clutch of Norns, a few Grendels and his tools, flasks and test tubes.
The day before had been spent collecting clues of the other Shee's departure and a desperate search for hidden supplies of tea bags. As best he could tell, the Grendels had been making rather a mess of things and some sort of creature had been incubated in a very large test tube in the communal laboratories. He wasn't able to determine the thing's final size, but indications were it was large enough to hold a goodly number of Shee as well as a selection of plants and animals within itself. The Shee figured it had been a spaceship of some sort, based upon the genetic remnants strewn about some of the other underground laboratories. And since it wasn't anywhere about, it stood to reason that it was somewhere else entirely.
He wondered if they had taken the Ettins - they'd certainly come in handy now - but he hadn't seen any yet. They would have taken their precious Norns, but definitely would have left the Grendels behind. Frankly, he wasn't really that bothered by the lack of Shee company, but was somewhat upset to find the planet's supply of tea and biscuits was nearly non-existent. Impetus enough to find out where his companions had gone.
He soon decided that he needed his own transportation off the planet. There was plenty of spare genetic material around. He was sure he could improve on the other Shee's genetic tinkering so he set to work germinated a test tube with some of the extra genetic muck. "Goodness," he thought, "I'll certainly need a larger test tube."
Day 4 (Albian Year 1800) My transport creature is nearly half grown. I've decided to call her Capillata. I'm not sure it's actually female, but since ships are commonly named after the female of the species, I've decided to follow convention. I still need to figure out a way to escape the Albian atmosphere. I've not found many Norns on the planet, and only one Grendel so far, but I have found a couple of Ettins who I have pressed into my service. Still no tea to be found.
Day 8 (Albian Year 1800) Capillata is outgrowing her 10th test tube. She may need to be transferred to the Eastern Ocean soon to complete her growing cycle. I have begun to regret having taken on the two Ettins. I asked them to tidy my quarters and came back late one night to find that they had tidied every last piece of furniture out of the room. The room is certainly clean, but I've still not found a fresh shirt or a single pair of socks.
Day 14 (Albian Year 1800) I've gathered together a variety of plants and creatures for the voyage. Most importantly, I believe I have come up with a suitable alternative to tea. It's far too frothy and seems to taste best cold, but I think it will be acceptable once aged.
Day 28 (Albian Year 1800) Capillata is fully grown and seems anxious to be away. I've come up with a extremely clever (if I do say so myself) launch method. Now, if I could find a way of getting Capillata into the old volcano. Unfortunately, my launch method may increase the radioactivity down below, but I hardly think anyone will be around long enough to notice.
Day 42 (Albian Year 1800) The barbed docking protrusion on Capillata is fully formed and she's now been transferred to an are below the inactive volcano. I've designed food pods for the main living area and those are also nearly fully grown. I've decided not to take the Ettins but have left them explicit instructions as to what to do once I've left. I'm not hoping for much, but I can at least say I've done what I can. I'm taking Norn genomes, but won't take any from the planet. I do hope they will be alright...
|In earth year 1998, the world of Albia began to shake. Lava began to spill from the Purple Mountains. The Shee City began to crack with the forces of an earthquake. Weather began to rip the surface of the world apart, revealing a rich new section of the world - the previously hidden 'Shee labs' - where norns had been cared for and machinery built. The volcano completely changed the surface of Albia, spurting new objects and animals into the air from below, where they'd been living ever since the shee left the world.|
In amongst the rubble came the Ettin. The species that used to help the shee by cleaning the labs. They too could now strive on the surface. Also released was some more norn eggs that the shee had been studying, and some grendels too - which, throughout their years of being accidentally locked away, had evolved differently. This can only be bad for Albia.
Since the volcano and earthquakes, a diverse change in the weather has occurred, and now seasons, which before the eruption was never possible or even a concept, now rip through Albia, spreading rain and snow.
Who knows what other planets are around... It is reported that there is a planet thriving with Grendels somewhere around. This planet is similar to Albia in a couple of ways, one being its two dimensional structure.
It is also believed that a thriving Shee Civilisation is inhabiting a new truly three dimensional world somewhere outside of Albia's solar system.
When the Capillata reached orbit, the last Shee adjusted for the path of the Shee Ship and took off. To make up for lost time he also crossed a thousand years of time to hopefully meet the other Shee before they abandoned ship. Almost instantly he was there, and docked with the ship using specially engineered docking clamps. He reached there way too late, the resident Shee had gone to the planet below and the creatures on the ship had grown wild. He was about to set the ship to land on the planet below when he stopped, there was no need to go there yet - he had the warp technology still - he could visit a few planets and parallel dimensions to attain interesting samples before he returned to his Shee comrades. So back to the warp room he went and stepped inside...
One day in his never-ending search through
the Warp for exotic teas and alien cookie recipes our friend the Shee stumbled across an
alternate future version of Albia. The fall-out from his violent volcanic escape from the
surface of Albia had settled millennia ago. The small two dimensional planet had been
transformed into a tropical beach paradise!
He felt he was getting the
hang of the warp now, but a little voice inside said that this is a dangerous thought to
have. The only other time he had been confident of his destination he had ended up
appearing a metre above a piranha pool! What were they thinking in that universe -
Piranhas on-board the Ark indeed!
Our Shee friend was growing
tired of watching his Hardman Norns fight amongst themselves. His eldest Bondi Norn was
getting too weak to play the didgeridoo, and even the compelling Mecha-Grendel didn't seem
to amuse him anymore. He needed something new, and he knew exactly what he needed to do -
he dusted off his portal device and punched in some random numbers. Clenching his teeth
and closing his eyes, he activated the portal. In what seemed only an instant he was in a
The Lone Shee put down his
genetic screwdriver and watched, fascinated, as the bacteria continued to grow and divide
within his flask. This was unprecedented! He'd been to a lot of strange places recently
but that last planet was just so ... well, alive. So alive, in fact, that every inch of
the forest floor had writhed and slithered with the movements of a multitude of
life-forms. The atmosphere had been damp and humid, and the air thick with the smell of a
thousand digestive systems digesting.
Never being able to keep
himself amused for very long, the Lone Shee needed something to bring a bit of excitement
back into his life. He'd got a bit tired of randomly Warping around from world to world -
and he'd had too many bad experiences that the thrill of it all seemed more of a chore
than a game. He needed to find fun, and fast.
Every good Shee geneticist
needs a break once in a while, and our friend the Lone Shee was no exception. For now at
least, he'd tired of fiddling with genes. Feeling a familiar sense of dissatisfaction and
more than just a tickle of adventurous spirit, the Lone Shee decided to head out into the
Warp once more. You could always count on the Warp to break the monotony!
The Lone Shee sat back engaged
in a moment of quiet introspection and, not for the first time, wondered how long it would
be until he finally caught up with the Ark. Keeping track of time was not his strong point
and all this jumping through the Warp became a bit disorientating after a while. The
thought crossed his mind that he still wasn't entirely certain that the reality he was in
now was the reality he started in! This wasn't a new thought, but it still brought a
shiver of fear and he couldn't shake it off.
It wasn't adventurous spirit
this time, and he hadn't been compelled by boredom. The Lone Shee was hungry for more
information on the nasty Grendels he'd encountered when he found the Fallow Norns.
Something about them really scared him, and he didn't like that one bit. It was the power
of the unknown, and so he felt he needed to seek the counter power of knowledge.
So long had he travelled. So many great adventures, with hardly any time to write them all down. So many wonderful new Norns -- both those he'd made himself, and those he had discovered. Too many stories to record. Too many fantastic experiences now only kept alive and vivid as memories in the mind of our dearest friend, the enigmatic Lone Shee. Slowly, without him noticing it, time has ticked on steadfast. The preparations must now take place for his docking station's fated final act.
In his private laboratory deep under the surface of Albia, the Lone Shee had spent ages tinkering with technology both wonderful and weird. The other Shee had thought him a bit strange, and they'd regarded his gadget obsession with more than just a tad of suspicion. But he was certainly no threat, and they meant him no harm, so they left him to his own devices -- to the point where they'd forgotten to tell him before they left Albia for the round world of Sphericus! But once he realised they had gone, he mixed some of their own technology with his, added an ounce of genetic magic and created the fantastical docking station vessel, which he'd named Capillata. This same vessel now surrounded and protected him and his pet Norns from the frozen, empty void of space as they journeyed in chase of the Shee Ark and it's occupants.
Once he'd left Albia, he spent ages refining his devices and gadgets until he had fully harnessed their potential in the form of a Warp Portal -- a device that allowed him to travel through space and time via an odd realm of swirling blue energy. His journeying through the Warp had kept him so very busy throughout his voyage to Sphericus. But now at long last, he was closer than ever to arriving. Sphericus was only days away, and soon his long adventure would come to a close -- he would be reunited with the other Shee once more. He wondered what Sphericus would be like. And would he still be needing the Warp once he was there? Of course! He'd have to show all his old friends what he'd discovered! They may be a bit uncomfortable with it at first, but he was sure that they would soon see the advantage of such technology -- and finally he would be exonerated from all his years of anti-social experimenting deep underground in a laboratory, back on their home planet of Albia.
The Lone Shee sighed, and took another bite out of his freshly baked lemon cookie. He'd got a bit of a cold, and he knew that lemons contained helpful chemicals that would make him feel better. And then he heard it. It seemed so far away, and yet he knew the Capillata was rather small. It was such an unmistakable sound, and it sent shivers up his spine. It seemed that things were not at all right, and now he thought of it -- no wonder he had a cold! He'd been so sure to clean out all the bacteria from the Docking Station ages ago. Colds, bacteria, unmistakable noises -- there was a Grendel on board, and the Lone Shee was frozen at the thought of it.
The internal sensors of the docking station informed him that there was not one, but two Grendels in his Workshop area. Both were youths -- one male, and one female. Luckily the doors through to the Hub were locked so that Grendels could not enter. But still he was left to wonder what exactly Grendels were doing in the Capillata? And what kind of Grendels were they? He hoped they weren't the same nasty breed he had recently encountered in the Warp -- the ones that had hunted Fallow Norns, and kept the Siamese Norns in cages. This new breed of Grendel appeared to be more brutal than normal. They displayed some rather anti-social behaviour too -- very unusual indeed! But what was most sinister about them, was that they seemed to work with a purpose. Whether it was their own, or that of someone or something else -- he did not know. But thinking about it always made his neck fur stand on end, without fail.
He quickly snapped himself out of his reverie, and began thinking of what to do. He had to get them off the ship, but it wasn't in his nature to be aggressive. And anyhow, the very thought of physical contact with any kind of Grendel repulsed him completely -- even if it was in self defense! But perhaps there was another way to cleanse the vessel of these uninvited guests, without having to actually meet them face to face.
After much thought, the Lone Shee recalled the strange creature from which Capillata had been made -- a jellyfish-like animal which used a black ink-like spray to defend itself, and ward off those that disturbed it. It didn't take long for him to confirm that Capillata did indeed have a monstrous equivalent of this defensive ink, and with only a little effort he convinced her to spray it all around the Workshop area. But it seemed that although it obviously was causing the Grendels problems, the spray was not particularly effective in any way. Much to his annoyance, the two Grendels persisted -- no doubt madder than before, and covered from head to toe in sticky black ink!
What to do! He had no idea. Already his pet Norns had started to gather around him. They were hugging each other, and they seemed just as frightened as he was! All of them but his pet Hardman Norns who were strutting around -- they seemed even angrier than usual now they could smell the earthy stench of Grendel. With a sudden flash of inspiration, the Lone Shee knew exactly what to do. It wasn't ideal. It wasn't really his style. But it was a critical time for his long journey, and so he was under duress. He began giving his Hardman Norns important instructions.
The readout on the sensors showed that both Grendels had now aged to adulthood. The thought of two fully grown Grendels in the Workshop made the Lone Shee wince, but he hurried to finish his preparations. Soon enough, two of his toughest Hardman Norns were ready for their mission. He accompanied them through to the Hub, and right up to the door through to the Workshop. After that, it was up to them. "Push door!" he commanded, and with a proud and determined look on their faces, his two heroic Hardman Norns passed through to the impending conflict on the other side.
Unable to resist watching their progress, he went through to the Comms Room and viewed the skirmish via the camera system. It didn't take long to realise that these were indeed the same nasty Grendels that he'd encountered recently -- but these two were much bigger and nastier than those he had seen before! Perhaps this was his first meeting with the adults of this new and vicious Grendel breed. Whatever they were, they were definitely excellent fighters -- and were proving more than a match for his valiant Hardman defense force!
And then he saw it -- both Grendels were equipped with tiny pyramid-shaped devices -- random teleporters exactly like the ones the Treehugger Norns had used. Perhaps this was where the Treehuggers had got them from in the first place -- maybe they had survived a similar invasion from these new Grendels? Unlike their Fallow and Siamese brethren, unfortunately. It all started to make sense -- these new Grendels were an invasion force of some kind. They weren't just subversive, lawless brigands -- they seemed to be much more organised than that!
The battle continued to rage -- two were down already, one Grendel and one of his Hardman Norn pets. But the remaining two kept fighting, urged onwards by strong genetic survival instincts. He cringed in empathy as the Grendel smacked the Norn squarely in the chin, but the Hardman had been prepared -- she deftly undercut the Grendel with a whopping great thwack in the gut! The Grendel groaned in pain, and then he slumped to the floor to join the other two fighters in unconsciousness. The Lone Shee was so pleased that he clapped spontaneously, even though he knew nobody could hear him! He rushed through to the Workshop, and deftly tended the wounds of his two battle-worn champion Norns. He knew teaching them as children with the Grendel training dummy hadn't been in vain -- it had saved their lives!
After great effort, he and a team of pet Norns moved the unconscious, ink-covered intruders to the containment chamber. He warped them both off to the coordinates of the world of shadows where he had found the Siamese Norns on -- but not before he took some genetic samples from them both. And what an interesting surprise their genome had proved to be. It was very much like the Hardman Norns themselves, but it was peppered with distinctly Grendel genes too!
He managed to confirm his suspicions -- these brutes grew up through their life stages as relatively harmless creatures, but as soon as they became adults they started hating Norns, and they developed instincts to teleport all around the place and cause havoc. This didn't seem like a naturally occurring genome at all. It was definitely created artificially, but not by someone as experienced with genetics as he was. And the intention of this Grendel genome was pretty clear -- someone had created them to enact dark purpose. Someone who like him, had knowledge of the Warp and creation of devices. Someone that seemed to want to enact a brutal offensive on all things Norn. If it was a Shee, it was some kind of anti-Shee. And aside from childhood fairy tales, he had never ever heard of anything quite like that.
He carefully examined the Workshop, to make sure that all was now safe. He didn't know exactly how the Grendels had got on board, but he was determined to do whatever was necessary to stop them from invading again. Everything seemed as it should be, but then he noticed a new fixture in the upper level of the Workshop. It was a small and relatively innocuous stone. Like so many other parts of the Capillata, this stone was shiny to the eye, and smooth to the touch. But it had a strangely familiar mark on it -- a stylised symbol that was roughly the shape of the letter B. He knew he had seen this symbol before, a very long time ago in his childhood on Albia. But what was it doing here?
After an exhaustive search through his library of collective Shee knowledge, he finally found something that turned his stomach inside out. "Legend of the Banshee" was a scary story for children -- but it was regarded by modern Shee as purely a work of fiction. As a child he had shivered with fear while his mother had read the legend to him. He shivered now just at the thought of it.
The scrolls he read seemed to confirm most of what he remembered of the legend from his childhood. Apparently, thousands of years earlier a small group of Shee had separated themselves from the rest of Albian society. They turned their backs on genetics and Norns, and spent their time researching strange devices and contraptions -- and the other Shee had not been impressed. Unlike the Lone Shee, whose isolation hadn't really changed his opinion of his people, the Banshee -- as they called themselves -- grew to dislike and resent the other Shee. As a sign of their defiance, they chose Grendels as pets, rather than the cute and cuddly Norns. They even added Grendel genes to their own genomes, forever distinguishing themselves genetically from the other Shee. And at the height of their gadgetry prowess, these malcontent Banshee technologists discovered an ability to travel through time and space. The legend ended with them leaving Albia forever through a strange, swirly blue gate. It would appear that like the Lone Shee, the Banshee had discovered the Warp.
The legend had seemed so amazingly unbelievable as a child. But now it appeared that after all this time, the strange and scary story had accurately recorded an actual historic event -- the Banshee were not just fictitious baddies in a fairy tale to frighten young Shee! Though they were no longer on Albia, they definitely were still around. Perhaps they were living somewhere in the Warp, or maybe on that eerie world of shadows. Perhaps they were also the ones who made the hall he'd found the Fallow Norn trophies in? Did they know he was out here? Or was he just unfortunate to be invaded by their Grendels, as the Siamese and Fallow Norns had been? Whatever the case was, he needed to try and put it out of his mind -- his journey was nearing an end and it was finally time to prepare the Capillata to dock with the Shee Ark.
For days now the world of Sphericus had been in the centre of his view screen, growing steadily larger and clearer. But now it was looming so close, he could even see the Shee Ark high in geostationary orbit. He'd soon discovered that the strange Banshee stone in the Workshop was actually some kind of device for making Grendel eggs. It was regularly creating eggs, always one male and one female -- and if it hadn't been for the beady eye of a pet Bondi Norn he may not have realised this until it was too late. He made sure to collect them all before they hatched, and he sent them one by one through the Warp to the world of shadows.
Finally the Capillata drew up close to the Shee Ark -- the Lone Shee made sure to park it in a similar orbit. Then he moved on to prepare the vessel for docking -- a rather violent maneuver which involved shoving the spike at the top of Capillata up into the main section of the Shee-crafted starship. It wasn't very elegant, but sometimes a little brute force is the ideal solution.
It occurred to him that he really should probably try and make contact with the Shee Ark, before performing the docking station's final act -- if not only to be thorough! So he rushed through to the Comms room and attempted to establish a communication channel with the other vessel. He strongly suspected the Ark would now be empty -- the Shee hadn't come all this way, only to sit in orbit of Sphericus! But he thought it may seem rude if he didn't at least try and invite any residents to share in tea with cookies and biscuits. So when someone on board the Ark actually did accept his Comms signal, he was very surprised indeed.
But not half as surprised as he was when her image came through on the screen! At first she seemed somehow ugly, and yet somehow deeply beautiful. Her face was so much like a Shee, yet it seemed she had features that were very much that of a Grendel. He had seen faces like this only once before. Faces that as a child had haunted him in his nightmares. This was the face of a kind of someone he had thought to be nothing more than the purest fiction. The face of a Banshee was staring right at him. Her ruby-red Grendelish eyes burned deep into him, and she spoke with a voice quite unlike anything he had ever heard before. "Welcome to Sphericus -- I've been expecting you..."