"The year's 2556, where I'm from -- but even a similar number would be hard to compare, wouldn't it?" Frowning a little, folding his arms loosely over his chest. "Kind of depends on when your years are counted from."
Wash hasn't figured out much, but he understands enough that this Cetagandan empire is an entirely different civilization altogether, that he's somehow fallen into something very, very far outside his realm of experience. And if they really are in alternate realities, somehow, counting years from a different point doesn't seem all that hard to imagine. Or how years are counted, even.
"But you know about this place? You've heard of it. You know what the Cetagandan Empire is." Duv had said he was less exotic, had specified that he was but five wormholes away, whatever that even means. Komarr. That'd been the name. "I've never heard of any of it."
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Wash hasn't figured out much, but he understands enough that this Cetagandan empire is an entirely different civilization altogether, that he's somehow fallen into something very, very far outside his realm of experience. And if they really are in alternate realities, somehow, counting years from a different point doesn't seem all that hard to imagine. Or how years are counted, even.
"But you know about this place? You've heard of it. You know what the Cetagandan Empire is." Duv had said he was less exotic, had specified that he was but five wormholes away, whatever that even means. Komarr. That'd been the name. "I've never heard of any of it."