Author's Notes: Hey everyone, sorry that it has been so long, I hope that this makes up for it. You should know who owns what by now.
The transition into the Warp was unlike any of ones Theobald had gone through before. The Adventurer felt like it was an ancient sailing ship on a stormy ocean. It was thrown up, down and side to side. People cursed and screamed as they were thrown about, crashing into each other, counsels, the deck and the ceiling. Somehow the sound of bones breaking was heard over all the others. Theobald gripped the arms of his command throne as hard as he could, but it was not enough and as the ship shuddered and shook again he lost his grip and was thrown forward, crashing into one of the servitors. He struck the automaton and his left shoulder broke as it struck the thing's metal exoskeleton.
Clamping his mouth shut to avoid crying out in pain he tried to rise to his feet, but the constant shaking and bucking of the ship made that impossible and so he had to crawl along on his hands and knees back towards his throne. It seemed to take forever, the ship continued to buck and roll about, but at last he made it back to the throne. Frantically he stabbed at the button which actived the ship's internal vox. With a final grunt of effort he stabbed it and shouted into it.
"NEALL! TAKE US OUT OF THE WARP! NOW! RIGHT THE FRAK NOW!" If the Navigator heard Theobald he gave no indication of it and the ship continued to in its apparent efforts to shake itself to pieces.
He then tried to contact the engine deck to order Magos Minucci to cut power to the Warp engines. He was not actually sure that Minucci could even do that, but at that moment he was desperate and ready to try anything. Before he could find out the unit exploded in a shower of sparks, cutting Theobald off from the rest of the ship. The shaking and rocking of the ship continued and now all that Theobald could do now was hold on and pray that the Emperor heard him and granted them a miracle. After the ship shook again, more violently than before and it seemed there was a flicker. As that happened things took a turn for the worse.
Over, or maybe under, all the noise around him Theobald heard a new sound. At first he thought something had ruptured and he was hearing the hissing of something escaping. As it continued; however, he realized that he was hearing whispering and hissing. He looked about trying to see who was making the noises, but all those still capable were screaming, cursing or praying to the Emperor and Omnissiah to save them. Nevertheless, the sounds continued and even intensified. It was then that a horrible realization came to him.
He knew where the voices were coming from.
They were coming from outside of the ship.
Emperor save us! He thought, his whole body going cold and his mind screaming in terror. The Gellar Field is failing!
The voices were getting louder and now others on the bridge could hear them as well. This increased the terror and the screaming and praying increased. The volume rose till it was almost deafening and Theobald slammed his hands to his ears in an effort to deaden the sound. By now all the praying and cursing had stopped as all anyone could do was scream and Theobald joined in wholeheartedly.
Then, just when it seemed that Theobald could not take anymore, it was over.
The ship gave a final shake and then was still, the voices gone.
For what seemed like hours, but in truth was probably only a few seconds, they all lay on the deck, none having been able to maintain their footing, waiting to see what would happen. At last, when it became likely that they were not all going to die in the next few seconds, the crew gradually began to regain both their feet and their composure. Theobald got to his feet, breathed a sigh of relief and a silent prayer to the Emperor and then set about trying to bring the situation under control.
"Damage reports, NOW!" He called out across the bridge.
As the reports came in he soon decided that it would have been easier to identify what was not damaged. Systems were down all over the ship and at least a dozen fires were raging. It seemed that their hasty departure from Necromunda had been quite hard on the ship. From what vox sets were still operating casualty reports came pouring in from all decks and sections. It appeared that it could be some time before they were able to travel again, if that was even an option, even though fortunately there did not appear to be any hull breaches. He tried to contact Magos Minucci again, this time using a com bead and meeting with success.
"Report." He commanded into the unit.
+The machine-spirit of the ship is injured and enraged at its poor treatment. It will take much time and effort to appease it before we can even begin to heal its wounds. As the captain, as well as the one who caused the wounds to be inflicted, you yourself may be required to make acts of contrition. That may appease it and hasten repairs+ Theobald made sounds of agreement and then signed off. He was next planning to contact Neall when the Navigator contacted him first. It was clear that he was far from happy.
+WHAT WERE YOU THINKING YOU BLUNT-HEADED FOOL! YOU NEARLY KILLED US ALL+ Theobald glared across the bridge. He had thought that the Navigator would be angry, but he had not expected him to be this angry. It was also unacceptable. The Navigator on a ship was virtually untouchable, but Theobald was the captain. He could not afford to be seen to be berated by anyone, even the ship's Navigator. Fortunately, none had heard but Theobald himself.
"Master Neall. While appreciate your concerns. You; however, must understand two things. First, that the threat which we faced would have destroyed us, that jump was all that saved us. The second fact," here he infused his voice with all the anger, fear and frustration and pain that he had experienced since they had jumped to the Warp; "Is that I am captain and master of the Adventurer and all decisions are mine. I do not need to explain myself to you or anyone else. Is that clear?" The last he said in a hiss as pain lanced through him. It took a moment for the pain to pass, when it did he spoke again in his normal tone of voice.
"Can you give me a general idea where we are?" There was a pause and then Neall spoke.
+Not at the moment. Give me some time+ With that he broke the connection.
Theobald leaned back in his throne, gritting his teeth as another wave of pain washed over him. He was tempted to call for a medicae, but decided against it. He was sure that all of them would have their hands full with the injured and his injuries, while painful, were likely far from the worst. During the battle to force the Orks from Haven he had always made a point to not accept what little treatment there was till all those who had been wounded worse than him had been treated. He would do the same here, in fact it was more important here than it had been back on Haven.
They had just gone through a trying experience to say the least and there had been casualties, most likely deaths as well. All that would be on him and if it was seen that he put his own injuries ahead of more serious ones that would only further inflame hard feelings which the crew might be harboring towards him. As he waited to be treated he took stock of which systems were still operational. He soon learned that the auger array was still mostly functional.
"Scan the system and report." He sat in silence as the auger operator communed with his instruments. As he did so and Theobald waited the wounded continued to be treated. Quiet slowly began to descend onto bridge as the worst of the wounded were either treated or succumbed to their wounds. At last the operator spoke again.
"I do not recognize the system my lord, the lord Navigator may have it in his own charts. As for the system itself there are three planets. Two are dead worlds, the third is reading as having a thin atmosphere, but I am not detecting any signs of life." That was both fortunate and unfortunate.
It was unfortunate because that meant that there were none on the world who could offer Theobald aid in the form of parts, repair and new crew members. It was fortunate in that, give his luck of late, if the world had been inhabited it would likely have been hostile. Still, that left the problem of making repairs and making their way back to the Imperium, provided that was even possible. First, he would have to go to the engine deck and, as Magos Minucci had suggested and make his apologies to the machine-spirits of the ship so that repairs could be made.
By some miracle the elevator was still working and he was able to make his way to the engine room. It was like no other place on the ship. In many ways it was more a cathedral than part of a ship, with shrines to the Omnissiah throughout and tech-priests and servitors swinging incense burners filling the area with sweet-smelling smoke and producing a continuous low chant. An adapt met Theobald at the entrance and was clearly there to serve as a guide.
"Enter the realm of the Omnissiah Captain and be welcomed." Despite his words Theobald did not think that he sounded very welcoming. Indeed, Theobald soon came to think of the adapt as much as a chaperone as a guide, ensuring that Theobald did not touched, or even saw, more than could be helped.
They moved as swiftly as they could to what appeared to be the largest shrine before the banks of plasma generators. Magos Minucci stood before it and turned to face them as they approached. Where elsewhere in the ship he would at least nod to Theobald here, in his domain, he did not, a subtle sign of the shift in power. He looked as if he expected Tehobald to bow to him, but two could play the game of dominance and he remained standing. After a moment, when it was clear that Theobald was not going to bow Minucci made a strange sound and began to speak.
"Lord-Captain, it is good that you have come. Your actions have greatly injured and offended the machine-spirits of this vessel. Before we can begin to heal them and the ship they must be appeased. As master of the ship your request for forgiveness will do much to appease them and cause them to allow my acolytes and I to heal the ship." Theobald nodded.
"Then let us begin." The magos said.
He and his acolytes began to move about chanting in their own strange language. Minucci eventually stopped and stood before the machinery while his acolytes continued to move about while swinging censers of incense. For his part Theobald knelt before him and as the chanting continued he began to speak, attempting to follow the subtle prompts that Minucci sent him.
"Oh blessed gifts of the Omnissiah. I beg that you pardon the injuries which I have done to you in my haste to escape my foes. Forgive my acts and allow your servants to heal your wounds that you may travel the stars again, as your purpose commands you to." He looked over at Minucci who nodded his approval.
"Your request for forgiveness has been heard, repairs can now commence. You may return to the bridge and your duties. You shall be informed when progress has been made." Recognizing a dismissal Theobald rose and was escorted out of the engine-shrine.
After he left the shrine Theobald returned to the bridge. It could have just been his imagination, but it seemed that the groaning of the ship had subsided somewhat and the shaking was not as bad. Perhaps the ship had indeed accepted his apology, he certainly hoped so. Reaching the bridge he was pleased to note that the wounded were being tended to and the dead were being removed by servitors and menials.
"Report." He commanded in a clipped tone of voice. He glared up at where the alarm bell continued to sound.
"And someone turn off that Emperor-cursed alarm!" A few moments later the alarms ceased and Theobald could hear his own thoughts again as the reports began to come in from the various decks of the ship.
"Fire on Deck Three coming under control."
"Power lose on Deck Five."
"Half crew lost in the cargo bay." On and on they went, some good and some bad, mostly of the latter, though it appeared that they were not in danger of exploding in the next few minutes. Theobald supposed that that was something. Still, it appeared that the situation was quite grim and if they were able to move again it would be at a limp. The most frustrating thing was the fact that all Theobald could do was sit there and hope that Minucci, his adepts and the crew could affect repairs. He was helpless and he hated that feeling. He wanted to get up from his throne and pace about, he wanted to release his frustration by yelling at those around him, to scream and curse at the crew, but he did not.
He knew that if he were to do so he would only make himself appear weak and the crew was probably close enough to mutiny as it was without it looking as if he had little or no control over his emotions. To distract himself and to give the man something to do beside sit at his station and think about the position that they were in he turned again to the man in charge of the auger system. He ordered the man to get a more detailed reading of the planet which had displayed a thin atmosphere. He was not actually expecting to find anything of value or of particular interest, but it was something. It appeared that the man was of a similar mind and bent to his task. After several minutes his gaze narrowed and he focused more closely upon his screen. He then turned back to address Theobald.
"My lord, I found something."
"What?" Theobald asked, his interest piqued by the man's behavior.
"While the augers do not detect any signs of human life, there are definitely artificial structures down there. I cannot be sure, but I think that they are of human make." Excitement flooded Theobald, but he clamped it down, he had more important things to do than investigate empty buildings. Just then the vox bead unit in his ear sounded.
"Yes?" He said after he activated the speaker.
+Captain+ Neall's voice said.
+I have good news+
"I could use some. Go ahead." Theobald said.
+While we are far from Necromunda, we were not thrown as far as I first thought. I can still see the light of the Astronomican+
"You mean…" Theobald said, hardly daring to hope." The Navigator appeared to have sensed his unspoken question.
+Yes my lord, it means that I can take us home+ Relief surged through Theobald and he sagged back on his throne as those of the bridge crew close enough to hear Theobald's half of the conversation cheered.
They were in orbit of the world, whom the crew had taken to calling Adventure's Luck after their miraculous escape from both Necromunda and the Warp, for a standard Solar week. Magos Minucci and his people worked around the clock and while the ship was far from fully repaired, something that they could not do outside of a shipyard, it was capable of returning to civilized space. Even more good news. Carilli, employ those of his choir who were still capable, was able to get a message to Vola at Tellus of their delay. The inquisitor was far from pleased and urged him to reach him with all speed.
Neall set a course, Theobald urging him to take the safest rout possible, probably not necessary but Theobald could not help himself. The ship's chapel was constantly full of off-duty crew and even at their stations there was a constant stream of prayer. Theobald wished he could pray before his fire, but he stayed on the bridge, afraid something would happen the moment he left. Fortunately, nothing happened and the voyage went far smoother than the last. Still, Tellus was a considerable distance away and it was nearly a month before they exited the Warp in the Tellus system.
It was as different from Luck as it was possible to be. Like Necromunda Tellus was a hive world, though unlike Necromunda there was only a single hive cluster and the much the rest of the rest of the world being covered in jungle, orbited by three moons, all of which appeared to be home to sizable populations as well. Of greater interest to Theobald was the shipyard near one of the moons. It was also a heavily defended system. There were defense satellites orbiting the planet and a number of defense monitors were present as well. It was one of these which sent a challenge to Adventurer as it neared the planet. Theobald had introduced himself and stated that he had come to meet with Lord Tillmark, name which Vola had told him that he was known by on Tellus.
The Flame of Judgement was in orbit as well, but when he contacted the ship he was informed that Lord Tillmark was on Tellus as a personal guest of the governor. This required Theobald to contact the palace and also request an audience. Unfortunately, it seemed that a Rogue Trader who showed up unannounced in a battered ship was of little interest to Queen Haoniyao, the ruler of Tellus. Indeed, at first she was unwilling to even speak to him. Then, several hours later he received a second message saying that she would receive him at a formal reception. Fortunately, Theobald's formal uniform had survived and thus at the appointed hour he presented himself at the Eternal Palace, home of Queen Haoniyao.
There was reception going on in a vast hall with a row of tables down the middle of the room upon which were heaped a large quantity of food, much of which seemed to consist of various grilled meats. There were no other tables and everyone simply stood about eating and drinking while standing. The men and women, surely the cream of the planet's aristocracy to be in the governor's presence, were dressed remarkably simply. Their clothing was colorful, but not ostentatiously so, making Theobald feel almost clownishly overdressed. The most noticeable article of clothing that they all wore were the pelts of various animals, all of which appeared carnivorous, draped over their shoulders.
The majority of the people were tall, even many of the women were about Theobald's height, with dark skin, though not as dark as La'lek's had been. Many of them had scars, though clearly they had the wealth to have them removed. In fact, it looked as if many had their clothing designed specifically so they could display their scars and augmetics. At the far end of the hall was a dais upon which was a throne of gold flanked by large tusks or fangs and draped with furs. The woman sitting on the throne was equally impressive.
She was a statuesque woman who appeared to be in her early middle years, though from the clear displays of wealth everywhere she could easily afford rejuvenat treatments so that was no indication. She was tall, even taller even than Theobald, with firm, trim muscles. Like the others she sported an animal pelt and numerous scars. On her head was a crown of gold studded with gems, the most ostentatious thing that Theobald had seen since his arrival. Also of great interest was the ornate, but functional looking, power spear that she held in her right hand.
Theobald approached the throne, drawing many looks as he did so, till he came within five feet of the dais and bowed at the waist. He knew that as a rogue trader he did not have to, but it never failed to be polite. His efforts; however, did not appear to have been successful. The queen frowned and he could hear whispering in scandalized voices. For a moment he did not know what to do and just stood there, then the Queen motioned to the floor with her eyes. He took the hint and went down on one knee and lowered his head. While still looking at him in a less than friendly manner it appeared that he had performed as expected. At a gesture from the Queen he rose to his feet again.
"You are Theobald Traub, the Rogue Trader?" He could not be sure, but Theobald thought that he could detect a note of scorn in her voice at the word "Trader." Nevertheless, he bowed his head again.
"I am Your Majesty." She gave a slight snort.
"I welcome you, Rogue Trader. I pray you enjoy the hospitality of my court." With that she appeared to lose all interest in him and returned to observing the gathering. Theobald was annoyed by the abruptness of the dismissal, though he was not practically sad to have the interview be over. He decided to do what he had come to do and find Vola so he could complete the task given to him and leave.
Unfortunately, it was a large gathering and he saw no sign of the Inquisitor. His efforts were hindered by the necessity of being called on to speak to various people whose paths he crossed as he moved throughout the hall. He could not figure out why they wanted to speak to him because though they asked about him and his adventures it seemed that all of them were subtly mocking him. They were less subtle when it came to his attire, which seemed to be a favorite target for scorn and ridicule. Soon Theobald felt like a clown brought in to amuse the people and he wanted more and more to leave as he felt his temper rise. This too seemed to amuse them and increase the scorn that they seemed to feel towards him.
Theobald was about to give up and leave in frustration when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he found himself facing Vola. The Inquisitor wore attire which appeared to mimic a military uniform and seemed far more utilitarian than what one would expect at a formal gathering, though it seemed to be far more acceptable to the locals than Theobald's was. The Inquisitor moved his wine glass from his right hand to his left and took Theobald's hand, his face radiating nothing, but friendliness and good cheer.
"My dear boy," he said, his voice filled with happiness, as if he was meeting a long-lost friend.
"It has been ages! We simply must catch up!" He turned to a group of people he had been conversing in.
"I must beg your leave." They nodded and Vola turned back to Theobald.
"Come, Her Majesty has been kind enough to provide me with quarters during my stay and we can catch up." He led Theobald away from the hall down a side passage, took several turns and up a flight of stairs to a pair of double doors. Vola held up his hand to stop Theobald as they reached them. He then went up to the doors and rapped on them in a series of starts and stops. There must have been someone on the other side as the doors were quickly opened. Vola turned and ushered him inside.
From what Theobald could see of the suite it appeared to be surprisingly spartan, with plain, but functional, furniture. What it lacked in comfort, it made up for in décor. The walls were covered with works of art and everywhere he looked there were skins, heads and other trophies of hunts. The room was occupied by three people.
A muscular woman with a complexion similar to Vola's. A tall thin man in elaborate robes and a muscular man in what appeared to be pieces of Guard fatigues. There was no sign of the man Theobald had met on Vola's ship. The muscular man closed the doors, his hand moving away from something Theobald was sure was a weapon while the thin man tapped the controls on a device that Theobald did not recognize. Once he was done the man turned to Vola and nodded. Once he saw this the Inquisitor turned to Theobald and his face had lost all sign of friendship.
"You took your time." He said, his voice similarly devoid of friendliness. Theobald was a little thrown by this sudden shift, but he remembered all that he had been through, including the scorn that he had endured in the hall. He tapped into that anger and he used it to force himself to meet the Inquisitor's displeasure. He took the box containing the Rosette and slapped it down on a nearby table.
"Forgive me," he said, struggling to keep his temper in check; "There were unforeseen delays." Vola said nothing as he took the box and looked at its contents.
"You could have told me that he was a fellow inquisitor." As Theobald spoke Vola at last looked up at him.
"It was hardly relevant for you to complete the assignment." The dismissiveness in his tone set Theobald's teeth on edge.
"You could have at least told me that he was going to summon a frakking de…" Here Vola held up his hand to cut Theobald off.
"No." He said in a tone of voice which booked no argument.
"We are shielded from prying eyes and ears, but there are still things which should not be spoken." The words and the look in his eyes caused Theobald's anger to dry up and he simply nodded. Vola stared hard at him for a moment and then nodded silently. Apparently satisfied Vola nodded and seemed to relax.
"Good. You have done well my boy. It was a bad business, but it is over now, at least the worst of it is. We shall speak again." The dismissal was clear in his voice. Not sure what to do Theobald bowed at the waist and departed.
He made his way back the way that they had come, trying his best to remember all the twists and turns that they had taken. To his irritation he took several wrong turns along the way, but eventually he heard the sounds of the gathering. He did not intend to remain, he had had quite enough of insults and being ordered about. He would leave and he did not care who he offended. He would return to the Adventurer and remain there till the repairs were complete and he could leave Tellus, hopefully never to return.
He skirted the edges of the hall attempting to speak to no one, fortunately, the few who noticed him did not appear to be interested in speaking to him either. He was almost to the entrance that he had come through when there was a cough behind him. Turning he saw a youth in servants livery, at least Theobald assumed he was a servant as he had seen several other youths dressed similarly. Despite being a mere servant, he regarded Theobald with the same distain that everyone else had.
"Yes?" Theobald asked, making no effort to hide his growing anger at the treatment that he had received. The boy took a step back, a look of slight concern on his face at Theobald's obvious temper. For a moment Theobald felt guilt over taking his frustration out on the boy, but then he hardened his heart. He was tired of being treated poorly by these people and if the boy wanted to join in then he could take the consequences. After a moment a look of shame appeared briefly on the boy's face, it was gone in a moment, replaced by one of anger. He drew himself up to his full height, which was not terribly impressive at his age and spoke in a voice which he clearly meant to be formal and impressive.
"My lord father, the Honorable Lord Mosi, Victor of the Battle of Taknar IV, Slayer of Beasts and Master of the Royal Huntsmen, bids you welcome and desires that you have speak with him." Theobald stared at him for a moment. He was tempted to refuse; he had had quite enough of these people and their treatment of him. Still, he was curious and if the man was just planning to insult him more then he would simply leave.
"Very well," he told the boy; "Take me to him." The boy seemed startled again, but he again recovered himself and without a word he turned and walked away, Theobald following behind him.
To Theobald's relief they did not go back through the hall, indeed the boy seemed to be going out of his way to avoid being seen by the people there. They quickly entered and moved down passages which seemed to be deserted save for the occasional servant. They appeared to be heading towards another suit of apartments similar to the ones that Vola had taken him to. When they arrived the boy opened the door and motioned Theobald in.
Unlike Vola's these rooms were richly appointed, clearly whomever occupied them enjoyed their creature comforts. Sitting on a chair by a table was a man clad similar to the people in the hall and Theobald presumed to be Lord Mosi. He was a tall man of apparent middle years. He was muscular and sported both scar and an impressive beard which had begun to sport some gray. Most importantly, from Theobald's perspective, the man did not appear to have the look of scorn that he had become all too familiar with since he had arrived on Tellus. As the boy shut the doors Lord Mosi indicated a chair on the opposite side of the table. As Theobald sat the man indicated for the boy to leave them.
"Thank you for agreeing to speak to me. Please allow me to begin by apologizing for the treatment that you received in the Hall."
"Thank you." Theobald said, receiving the apology with some ill-grace, not being quite ready to let go of his resentment at the treatment he had received. Lord Mosi appeared to sense his mood.
"You must understand that the nobility of our world have standards different than your own. We are hunters and warriors, in truth many of us do not even care for coming to the city, preferring our country estates. By bearing the title of 'Trader' you declare yourself to be a member of a profession deemed to be less honorable, a money-grubber if you will. Even worse, when you spoke of how you acquired the STC you showed yourself to be a scavenger, a carrion-eater who exploits the efforts of other rather than winning them through their own efforts." Theobald, remembering all that he had gone through to get where he was now, snorted at the idea. Still, he did not want to antagonize the only person he had met since he had arrived on Tellus that was showing, if not respect, at least some common curtesy.
"I thank you for your words and for enlightening me." Lord Mosi nodded in acknowledgement.
"I am pleased that you feel that. In fact, there is a proposal that I wish to make to you." Theobald wasn't sure, but he thought that the man appeared slightly apprehensive, which in turn made Theobald uneasy.
"What form of proposal?"
"I can arrange for your ship to receive priority for repairs and have the cost significantly reduced, I would even be willing to cover the costs involved."
"You can do that?"
"Of course, I am one of the wealthiest men on Tellus and am a part own of the shipyards." He smiled in a self-deprecating manner.
"My fellow nobles and I are not adverse to wealth, we believe in the philosophy of "Enjoy wealth, but be prepared to live without it." Nor do we frown on the owning the means of producing it, as long as we don't have to work in them or managing them, that is the sphere of commoners and servants." Theobald thought that somewhat hypocritical, but when he considered it he supposed they were no different from the nobility of any other world. So he focused on the matter at hand.
"And what do you want in exchange?" Lord Mosi paused for a moment, took a deep breath and the spoke again.
"It is one of my sons, Imamu.
"He has had…difficulties fitting into our society. He has displayed a…scholarly bent, always preferring books to a Hunting Lance." At this he could not keep a tone of distain from his voice.
"As the second son I had thought to place him among the clergy, but that would not work either, he questions everything, too much. Though he has never entered the entered the realm of heretical." This last was said hastily and in a tone which suggested that he was half trying to convince himself. After a moment he continued in a calmer tone of voice.
"Thus, I think that it would be for the best for him to leave and the best way to do that would be with someone like you." Theobald sat back and thought for a moment.
Not having met him he was reluctant to take Imamu with him. On the other hand, he stood to gain Lord Mosi's aid, which he was hardly in a position to refuse. His mind went back to the world that they had left, the ruins that he had wished to explore and even further to his small collection of books and how he had loved them, even when his friends had thought that he was somewhat odd for enjoying learning.
"You said that he is accomplished at his studies?"
"His tutors have assured me that he is quite intelligent and quick to learn new things. They say he is especially skilled in the learning of languages." That clinched it for Theobald. He looked at Lord Mosi and smiled.
"My lord, we have an agreement."
Author's Notes: Hey everyone, sorry that it has been so long, I hope that it was worth the wait. Hope you all enjoyed the holidays. I am still building his team, now that he has the muscle he needs some brains. What did you think of Tellus, I wanted to show how things are different on different worlds. Till next time please pray for a man hurt near where I live in an avalanche and all who need prayer. Bye and may Jesus bless you.