Pren finished leafing through the file. It seemed like the Sylvan Captain used the Leyas to translate it into a language he could understand. After finishing the file, Pren leaned back and understood more of what he was dealing with. This was no Nngao, no criminal against responsibility and rules. This was a Tribeless-One, rare except in the days of the mad loves of K’or.
They might be more common now in the days after the Earther’s Goblin Genocide seemed to have claimed so many children of the falosini along with the native Olgogs. The file made Pren rethink a lot of his suppositions.
Pren looked at Ryuk without malice, but with the care one might look at a dangerous animal that could strike even the hand that feeds it. He asked, “Your file speaks of a ship, outfitted with Leyas Generators able to create a Leyas Storm of enough potential it causing a dying sun to destroy all nearby planets and structures? Wild Leyas Storms like that were common enough when one race of beings still wandered this place.”
Ryuk, Lurtor and Eli all wondered if Pren meant this place like Refuge, or this place like our dimension.
Pren continued, “Do you still have access to this ship? Or more importantly this configuration of Leyas Generators?”
When Lurtor and Eli gave him a questioning glance, he admitted, “I have a plan that using such a ship, I could begin a chain reaction on Do’krice that would end the civil war among the Undead Sylvan. I won’t be able to give more specifics until I can run some test upon the vessel.”
“So Ryuk, tribeless K’iorn, what is your price to take us to this vessel?”