He’d worked his way through the ranks on the Ravager outlaw ship that had picked him up. He had started as the space equivalent of a ded and rin all the way to being his captain’s d in and. It retty good life. Lots of adventure, always somethio e and do . . . but in all the years, there was ohing he’d never been. He’d never been rich.
If things worked out here in the ruins of this a M temple, though, that would ge.
Ihe glowing blue tai field was a metallic Orb, its surface carved in a plex patterer had done a littlerearch—well, more than alittle—on this item, and although he didn’t kly what it was, he knew a couple of things about it.
Ohe Broker would pay him a lot of money for it.
Two, it was well protected. The tai field would pretty much disie anything that touched it from the outside, and he didn’t know how to turn it off. So he’d flipped the problem on its head and decided that if he couldn’t rea a, he’d just have to vihe Orb to e out on its own.
That was where the triangular device came into play. It was desigo eleagically attract certain kinds of metal alloys, and the Orb was made of just su alloy. Beyond that, Peter had no idea what it was for. He didn’t care, either. He just khe Orb would make him rich, so he had e t to get it.
He turned oractor. It snapped into an open position, with three sides of the pyramid turning into legs that braced it on the floor. The fourth side was the eleagic field geor. It started to hum.
Ihe tai field, the Orb moved. It presd slowly through the tai field, shedding tendrils of plasma as it pushed through each layer. Peter watched, ready to make a break food hiding place if there was another layer of curity he hadn’t noticed. You saw all kinds of weird things in the old ruins. His time with the Ravagers had taught him that, along with a lot of other things.