Asher Mir is working furiously at his terminal as you approach. Multicolored waveforms crash and collapse on the screen.

"There you are, assistant," he says. "I saw you earlier as you ran off after that ship."

"The denizens of this moon are reacting strangely to the Pyramid. Take to the field, record your actions, and bring me the data."

"I shouldn't have to tell you to hurry." He glances toward the black ship hanging in the sky, and his eyes narrow with irritation. "Time appears to be of the essence."