Knowledge is power.

In wandering – which in itself, he thought odd, that the Dictator would allow his so-called “minions” to wander – Buzz found the ship’s databanks. And they were vast. Every type of data storage was here. Books, old-fashioned tapes, discs, flash-drives, chips – the databanks had it all.

The place was huge and quiet, lit by soft green glow panels. Buzz’s steps echoed, and he found that he didn’t like that, so he managed to walk without making much of an echo. This place was eerie.

His feet took him to a sector labeled GALACTIC ALLIANCE. His jaw tightened. The historical, geographical, and literary treasures of the Galactic Alliance, stored away here for the Dictator to pursue at leisure…

He reached out for a disc labeled “Pre-Alliance Galactic History”...

Hacker, or The Hacker as he liked to be called, toured his location. He was going to find out why he had been brought here if it was the lastthing he did!-not that he planned on it being the last thing he ever did while in whatever world he was in.

Digit was back at the quarters that were given to him and Delete. Of course, Hacker had his own room-one which he deemed for himself the moment he arrived at the quarters.

As continued to walk, he heard the sound of feet hitting the cold metal floor the Databanks had.

Buzz whirled around at the sound of an approaching stranger, hand on his wrist-ray. Humanoid, green skin, heavy, and… whoa, and people said his chin was bad! “Hello,” Buzz greeted.

He didn’t like the way his voice echoed. It sounded… wrong… he didn’t know why.