*..Vinda's party exited hyperspace , at the exact co-ordinates given by Ahnk....and sure enough...
...there was nothing there...
...nothing except space itself, that is...
Vinda sat in his chair , surrounded in a halo of smoke, exaggerated by the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Nostromo's<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> low lit bridge...
Omar Paced back and forth, his impatience and frustration clearly evident...until he could stand it no more....*
"..Sir, with all due respect ,why are we here!?..we should be aiding the fleet and the Capricians!..."
*Vinda lifted his hand , a gesture to calm him down...and answered simply and elegantly*
"...I don't know..."
*...Omar snorted out of frustration at Vinda's unhelpful reply...*
"..then what do we do now?..."
*..Tired of having to explain himself, Vinda's tone, grew serious, and as he spoke the smoke from his Cigarra seemed to both dance and accentuate the words that were spoken...*
"Now...we <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> wait<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->..."