Flynn spoke. They were not in the command pods. Instead, they sat in a large cavity colored with bioluminescent cells. With a command they could flash a wide spectrum of colors, creating any image desired. Blair tilted back, a tongue-like muscle twice his height cushioning him. He looked out on an image of space, projected from the War-beast’s memory. A red path had been projected by the sifters to show their quarry’s escape route. “And you are sure this is the ship we are looking for?” Blair asked. “Dispersal patterns are consistent with the time period they were here. The asteroid infestation’s recording devices showed a mechanical vessel matching the description following this path,” Flynn explained. Blair groaned. Relying on primitives and their machine technology, he thought with the normal amount of contempt. His Warriors had managed to capture the spaceport of this odd infestation, bored out of the rock of an asteroid.
