That's before Earth became a Drago-Kazov slave world. Before it even made first contact with the Perseid. It's ...
It's more than three thousand years ago.
"That's before Earth joined the Commonwealth," he says, voice soft. Joined the Commonwealth and spread its people out across the Known Worlds. Even to Tarn Vedra, the Commonwealth's seat. Dylan's ancestors.
Three hundred years was bad enough.
"What year is this?"
He doesn't have Andromeda here to scan the stars and tell him this time. This time, he doesn't even have his ship. That explains why this ship looks nothing like any of the classes of ships he's familiar with; not only is it not Commonwealth, it's from millennia ago.
Dylan's eying the room warily when the man holds out his hand, but he turns his attention back to Captain Rogers to shake, mostly managing to make himself smile, because he likes the guy and whatever's going on is probably not his fault.
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That's before Earth became a Drago-Kazov slave world. Before it even made first contact with the Perseid. It's ...
It's more than three thousand years ago.
"That's before Earth joined the Commonwealth," he says, voice soft. Joined the Commonwealth and spread its people out across the Known Worlds. Even to Tarn Vedra, the Commonwealth's seat. Dylan's ancestors.
Three hundred years was bad enough.
"What year is this?"
He doesn't have Andromeda here to scan the stars and tell him this time. This time, he doesn't even have his ship. That explains why this ship looks nothing like any of the classes of ships he's familiar with; not only is it not Commonwealth, it's from millennia ago.
Dylan's eying the room warily when the man holds out his hand, but he turns his attention back to Captain Rogers to shake, mostly managing to make himself smile, because he likes the guy and whatever's going on is probably not his fault.
(But three thousand years.)
"How was that, Captain Rogers?"