[h3]The Lone Survivor[/h3]

	[i]“Just confirming that they won’t have swarms of drones combing through the forest,”[/i] the woman shrugged. So she had  arrived at the same conclusion he had - this development might just buy them a slight amount of additional time.
	"I reckon it might last half a day or so, the sunstorm," he noted. "Shouldn't be the worst of them, either - the worst ones typically don't give that much of a warning. Well, and the sky is overcast, and we're under trees... Suppose it all makes it less likely we'll have our skin burnt off by cosmic rays." Especially the one of them who was not wearing combat armor. "Would still at least mean a pretty damn significant thunderstorm." He shrugged. There was probably no point in telling Kay what she - having lived on the same planet as him for her entire life - doubtlessly already knew herself.
	"If you're certain we can safely disable it on the spot," he commented on her hope of finding an Anderekian drone instead of persisting to talk about the weather. "Those things ain't that easy to crack, you know, and for a good reason. The last thing we want is them re-establishing the signal for long enough to pinpoint it just as we march into our base." Assuming [i]they[/i] did not manage to regain control of it entirely, or opt for a blind shot, or be made to exact any of those things a military drone could do before being subdued. He did not know how they were built, just what they were capable of. And, in the end, so close to the cliffdrop, they possibly still had to look out for people and people-driven vehicles. 
	In the face of the complete and utter unknown he was now facing, it was hard for him to maintain a joking demeanor. His old people were "[i]they[/i]" now, and his new people ... he knew very little of, other than what Kay had decided to tell him. How much was she not telling? How much she had not thought to tell? How many of her words were true? Hell, he did not even know her, he only put semblance of trust in her - human, cyborg, whichever she more accurately was - because it was his best option. Even though it came with what seemed to be an impossible mission. Watch the world come crashing down around you...
	The rest of his meager breakfast was finished in silence while Kay-Gee tampered with her cart. For all his going back and forth on whether or not he expected Kay or her people to backstab him, it surprisingly did not seem to occur him that the food or water could be poisoned. Perhaps it simply had not been his faction's way. 
	Enn did not look up before he was asked whether they should get moving, at which point he wordlessly returned his helmet to its original position covering his head and got to his feet.
	"I suppose so," he finally agreed with the notion. "Is there anything else I should know about your people, before we come face to face with them?"
	Comes what comes; this time, no one would be able to say that he had not walked into that mess on his own volition...