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Settling himself into a seat on the shuttle, Riko let out a deep sigh. Though they would do some searching first, he would be able to go back to the Qob. After his time in the other universe, that's all he had wanted, and the Prophets had granted him that wish. Unfortunately, he had been whisked off the ship after hardly an hour on board to come down to this place, and for a while, he thought he would probably die here. Since the Prophets had yet again spared him, he could relax a moment before they got down to the business at hand.

 

Sargh had come up with a likely list of spots for safe-houses, and they would search them over by scanning those areas with the shuttle. Riko certainly hoped they found something, and preferably, someone. There were hard questions that needed answers. His curiosity, now fed by the relief that he wouldn't be infected with the disease, was humming. Not to mention the fact that Riko had brought up the idea of safe-houses, and it would be good to hit the jackpot, so to speak, especially considering Messner thinks him loopy. Also, Sargh had been much more accomodating than he could remember, and he would like to keep on good terms with him. Especially since the Qel was rather upset with him at the moment, having one of the ridged ones on respectable terms could help a lot more than it would hurt.

 

After sealing the shuttle, he powered up the systems and made certain the sensors were online and ready to go. One group, that's all they needed to find, was one group. Then hopefully they could find out why this travesty happened.