Spires’s wristwatch was the only relic he had of the world he’d lost, that and a coin he’d given to MacBain. The wristwatch though, was military issue, with full holographic display, communications, organization and a really good solitaire game.
Now that the Imperial Scout Ship had left, it would have seemed that all such chatter had ended. But it had not. Someone or some thing was trying to respond to the airship, but it was in some kind of arcane telemetry that the communicator did not understand, and wasn’t powerful enough to try to adapt to the protocol.
All he could do was slowly, with many errors, as there were plenty of corridors to bounce microwave signals about, to follow it to the source.Along the way he left Samwise at a stables.
Jon Spires stood facing the power station in Clockhaven after what could only be described as a hell of a brisk walk.He reached the door, and not pausing, opened it, unsure if the facility was manned.
But stopped when he realied it was unicorned. At that moment his wristwatch began projecting holograms without his permission of various power transfer requests.
“Uh, good day, Sir?” he said to the being in front of him, “I think we need to talk”