A Matter of Balance

[Ophiuchi]

Reginald Waverly woke up to a white fog.

He was completely disoriented, until he began to to see huge chunks of ice floating by on either side of the Griffin.

"Good morning, Sophie.. Newcastle?"

*Hi Boss. That's a rog.. We're about 30K from destination. Oh, and there's a message from Baffin*

Reggie activated the Warbucks' comm panel. He rubbed his stubbly chin, and absentmindely reached down for his flight kit, removing an ultrasonic razor. He shaved as he continued to read the message from Sister Mnemosym.

"Lovely", he thought to himself. Another piece of this mysterious puzzle, and another curve ball that could potentially make the TAZ paupers.. even more reason to acquire the assistance he might find on Belfast.

Looking at the control suite's chronometer, he saw it was still relatively early.. 0600 SMT.

"Sophie, kick this mule, eh? I'm suddenly famished, and I could use a gallon or so of decent coffee.

"..do these Gallians even make decent coffee..?"

*Five tons, Reggie. But just in case, I stashed some 'Shaking Mountain Dark', a slab of bacon and some eggs in the boot. You're covered, just in case they serve skinny croissants, puckerberry jam, and nasty Brie.*

He scrubbed his face with a warm towel, threw a "Dentifizz" and a couple more pain pills in his mouth, and tied his long silvery hair back just as the volcanic planet which anchored Belfast began to peek through the white mist.

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



<span style="color:#66CCCC">Sophie's on the Square * Veranda Incognita</span>