Not to be outdone in enthusiasm by his commander, Kirel added, “These are recent images, too: they date back only about sixteen hundred years.” He paused to poke at a calculator.
“That would be about eight hundred of Tosev 3’s revolutions.
Unfortunately, it did so toward the outer edge of the biosphere.
Atvar, as was his custom, walked around the projector to view it from all sides: Kirel followed him.
When they were back where they had begun, Atvar ran out a bifurcated tongue.
“Cold-looking place,” the fleetlord said, as he usually did.
“Cold and wet.” “Yet it will serve the Race and the Emperor,” Kirel replied.