Moorshavin glanced at his datapad, momentarily, then looked out at the fog-enshrouded city, onto the streets below, from his office in the Citadel of the Dragon, the landmark where his great-grandfather rested, sealed inside the seal. He got up, slowly, and started moving around his office, turning the lights off, and wrapping up for the night. Cursed fog. You can never tell if it's day or night on this planet, with it. He thought, as he shut off the lights to his office and walked out. "Hello, My Lord." Someone said, making Moorshavin jump back a little. After Moorshavin regained his composure, he looed at the source of the voice, his Lab technician. "Ah, Dr. Preladine. You scared me there for a second. How are things at the lab progressing?" "Very well, My Lord. The experimental 10Zat ge