Being told by a seventy-million-year-old space-hermit that he was breaking the rules of a cosmic game he didn't even know he was playing was, to put it mildly, a little stressful.
Ryan and his team decided to put the whole "let's go poke the ancient, grumpy space-gods" plan on the back burner for a while.
They had a more immediate problem: the Precursor harvest system was slowly waking up, and they were in a race against time. They needed more power, more resources, and they needed them now. They had to make the first move in their silent, unseen war against the universe's hungriest gardeners.
Their new best friend, Regent Vorlag, had an idea. Vorlag, with its new, curious personality, had been digging through the Precursors' old files. It was like a kid who had just been given the keys to the world's biggest and most dangerous library. And it had found something interesting.
