He paused, and then pulled an improved dataslate out of his pocket, now it was a thin cylinder of metal about seven inches long, with a tab for ease of holding. A tap on the tab brought out the interface, and he scrolled through several dozen terabytes of data, before finding the information he was looking for. "Kimat, located two months ago by a survey drone ensuring our remaining logged maps were up to date. He was three planes away, studying the Desert Scorpion style of martial arts. If he is here, intel is going stale even faster than we are used to. Just freaking great."<br/><br/>He pulled the information off his slate, and then did a circle and flick with his finger, 'tossing' the information up to the orbiting transport, where they would disseminate that the intel was stale. He sighed and slotted the dataslate back into his armor, and gave Inari a slightly strained smile. "I swear, they are intelligent to the point of beating me seven times out of eleven in mortality, but you show them an obstacle course with a point system, and they will get the slowest time and highest target score every time, without getting the highest overall score. Can I scrap them all and start over? Maybe this time without the inanity circuits?"