“We must not open the temporal lock.” Malleus was shaking with suppressed emotion as he spoke. “We can"t allow that to be unleashed upon the galaxy.”
They"d emerged from metaspace at the translocated Morn homeworld. There could be no doubt where they were. They were deep, deep into intergalactic space, the gulfs of distance between them and civilisation dizzying, alarming to contemplate. The temporal lock they"d glimpsed in the Heliolith filled the space directly in front of them: a mesh of eye-sized hexagons seeming to stretch away infinitely in all directions. She"d seen something similar before, of course: around the blue dwarf system housing the Depository. That one had been incomplete, suggesting it had been attacked or abandoned before it could be finished. This one was whole: a sp
