"Are you sure this is it?" The object was a book of some kind, ancient language scrolled over it, multiple dialects. Trezlan knew most of them, but the writing was so overlapped it was difficult to even discern what each one said. But it was very old, and it had been locked in a pretty difficult to access vault, so he imagined it had to be what people were looking for. SiC was not as certain.
"It's the only thing of any power on this whole gods forsaken dust ball, and I've spent long enough here, if this isn't the thing, than I'll make it the thing and we'll call it a lifetime."
"That doesn't make any sense sir." Trezlan was already leaving the vault, the book in hand.
"SiC what have I told you about me and making sense?"
"That you don't and we have to deal with that."
"Correct, signal the ship, I want New Lork to be in our rearview within the hour, and get a hold of someone at Drydek, tell them I have what they were after." Trezlan didn't neccessarily want to save Rolando, but figured if he didn't than something awful would happen and the universe would blame him, like it always did. The Universe was kind of a dick like that.
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