“Death is nothing on this prison,” the Storm King muttered, lifting his staff and preparing for another swing. Still it flashed with impotent, half-finished spells. With each flash, the strange object outside glowed too. I sure hope trashing one of those will ruin the other. Maybe Olivia couldn’t nuke the probe, but this thing was clearly in normal space. “They’re moving you, pony! Pawns in their game, an engine in their machine. You don’t have to be part of it. Is this really the kind of life you want to dominate the galaxy? This was exactly why the Storm started. Once Equus is destroyed, it will finally end.