The brig door opened. Inside, a lone security guard had his pistol drawn and pointed at the Grenna, who cowered in the corner.
Karapanov wasted little time by walking with extreme purpose towards the guard, using his massive frame to shove the man against the wall. The pistol flew through the air as the Navigator slammed his elbow across the man’s jaw.
“We have little time to waste,” he said.
Locke smiled, “That’s my little russian”
Vargus, stunned, mumbled, “Yes, I see,”
He unbolted the cell and Locke stepped forward, “Tarn, we need your help to close the Phase rift!”
“yip yip,’ Tarn smiled, “Tarn help!”
Bael said, “As we informed the engineer, the Oxyriophine needs to be super-refined to create 10,000 mega-rads of Ezo-Cadian Isotopes, ”
“Yes yes,’ Tarn nodded, “Inject Isotope into rift and need big explosion to seal. Then Lemrock come back.”
Locke shrugged, “It’s all greek to me. Do you have enough,” she asked Vargus, who nodded,
“Yes, i believe so,”
Tarn said, “But phase sickness; you not survive!”