Chapter VIII: So Aren’t We Supposed to be Doing Something? ~Mazzic

After an hour or so of staring at the sky waiting for something to happen, Mazzic decided that it was futile. Turning to look back at the group of confused people behind him he saw the man named Kyanosa flipping through the pages of a big yellow book. Mazzic, for lack of a better conversation topic simply asked, "Whatcha reading?"

Fifteen minutes later he regretted ever asking, and, cutting off Kyanosa mid-sentence he asked, "So what am I ... are we ... doing here?"

Kyanosa simply replied, "I don't know, but I think it has something to do with going home."

"Well how are we to go about doing that?"

"I don't know."

"What help are you then?"

"I don't know."

Disgusted Mazzic walked a little ways across the big, and sat down to think.

No sooner had he done this was he interrupted by a barrage of blaster fire from the east. Apparently the others had noticed it too and were all looking over at the light show.

Since Kyanosa was the only name Mazzic knew of the people gathered he grabbed him by the collar and started dragging him toward the site where the firing was taking place. Much to Mazzic's annoyance Kyanosa ignored him and continued reading blank pages while being pulled along.

Looking back once more, Mazzic made a general invitation to follow him to the others. Wondering whether the source of the small weapons fire was friend or foe, he disappeared into the mist.