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[attackbrows]

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[attackbrows]

In practice? No. But there haven't been any previous stipulations about securing a perimeter around the orb. Think: Capture the Flag.

[ As long as no one from the immediate Ximilia crew touches it. They have at least a slither of chance at least reconciling the even bigger planetary elephant in the room. ]

But it will require some team effort. And if there's anyone who is too old for all this, it's me.

[captainjacktoyou]

I don't think that will be possible this time, they think it's in the poisoned water. A few of the mechanical people are volunteering to go down there, but they know when they get it, that's it. Does it only react off of skin contact or can we put it in a bag or something?

You know I'd rather just finish this mission. But then I remember that our adventures have never been that simple.

[attackbrows]

It never is, old friend.

Grab the orb and we end up back on the station. Our best option is to contain it with as little contact as possible.

[captainjacktoyou]

If we have geniuses who think they can fix this planet's issues, they should be smart enough to figure a way to move it without touching it, right?

I wish I could fire people like at Torchwood. Just go on a firing spree.