It had to be more than a coincidence. A heavy transport of surplus rations reruoted to hungry refugees on Ionias. A rampant defense matrix on Archonic reprogrammed into a mobile laser light show. An assassination attempt on Vox foiled by a synthetic barista being remotely puppeted from halfway across the quadrant. Each event, like the others in recent memory, all shared his flare for the heroic and absurd.
And that's why Addax Dawn and Jamil Quartz-Noble of the Rapid Evening had finally tracked him down to a constellation cafe on Counterweight, “Mr. Trig, how have you been?”