Once again, Depth Charge mirrored his move. Was there really nothing more to this game than moving little soldiers around? It left far too much time for him to think about what 'X' was telling him- and that was bad. Because the more he thought about it, the more it started to sound, well, plausible. For a start, how would X know about chess? Or this 'Imre' place? Slag, how would he come up with a name? He could have ben winging it, of course, improvising, but...

"You... really don't know what I'm talking about." the Maximal said slowly, as if each word weighed more than an entire fleet of starhoppers. The unblinking stare that rose to meet his opponent's was curiously searching, even a little desperate. "You really don't have the faintest smelting idea, do you?"