[b]"Well,"[/b] the N1-L3 transmitted via radio, [b]"We're after a mysterious stone, presumably not natural to this world. Perhaps the forces in this world are familiar with it, or at least, you know, might know where to go looking for it. We ought to ask whatever passes for a government official, army general, or enterprising businessman about it. And any such person worth their salt will undoubtedly be curious about a strange, 105-meter rocket sitting right on their doorstep. I vote we wait."[/b] Computers clicked in the background as the rocket thought. [b]"And, uh, I don't want to incinerate anyone standing nearby if we need to leave in a hurry."[/b]