Clavor is whining at Cargn while clutching a large blue pillow for comfort. Heh. He's still going on about how Crichton abused him, and swats the pillow before tossing it onto a bench. Cargn points out that Clavor's gas attack chased Crichton away so Clavor won. Clavor harrumphs that he thought Cargn was behind the death globe, and snits, "I wouldn't kill my own sister." So Scorpius snuck the death globe in? Cargn observes, "Then you are perhaps unworthy to be regent." He repeats that Crichton's gone, and that Katralla's "birthversary" is in two days. "Birthversary." And "weather layer." Zhaan had some stiff competition in the "unintentional humor" category, I must say. They're interrupted when Chiana enters, walking even more like a marionette than usual. Cargn whirls on her, and she sidles past him carefully as she says, "It's so, so hard to conduct a conspiracy without privacy. Well, ask me, I should know." Clavor asks what she wants, and she hops up on a couch as she introduces herself as a Nebari. Clavor clunkily steps onto the couch after her, and she hops off while telling Clavor that the Nebari can defeat Command Carriers and cleanse minds. Cargn steps off the couch after her and says, "We are both impressed and daunted. By all means, Nebari, continue." Chiana nervously tells Cargn that if anything happens to Crichton, he should "expect...expect retribution! Yeah. Retribution." Exit Chiana, queen of incompetent threats. Clavor, understandably, wonders what the hell that was about, and Cargn says that clearly Crichton's friends don't know where he is. He assures Clavor, "You are going to rule." Clavor grins.