Quinn sighs and slumps back down against the bars. So much for that idea. Bloody pirates. You'd think you could rely on them to look after their own skin if nothing else.

He scratches his chin. Strange to see this rune again. Could it actually have some connection to a missing planet and the ravings of a madman? Surely just a coincidence.

He leans over and begins eyeing off the cargo beyond the bars, looking for anything with which they might pick the lock, or put to some other use.