Four.

Maximus slammed his hands against the control panel in frustration.

“Useless piece of cac,” he swore. “Useless, useless, useless.”

“Still no luck, huh? Hold on, let me try one more thing...”

“It's no use, Andy. It's bust. I can't believe it! We get the coordinates for the biggest treasure in the galaxy, and now our nav disc isn't working!”

Andromeda leaned back in her chair, thinking. “Well... maybe we could get it repaired.”

“For what money? All we found on board that ship were the coordinates.”

“I know, but... we could call in a favor.”

Maximus looked at the woman, puzzled. “Who owes us a favor?”

“I was thinking... We're not far from the Holosphere. We could navigate there just riding a wave.”

“The Holosphere? You think she would help us?”

“I think maybe she might. We're old friends, after all.”

Maximus considered. It might be that they would have to share some of the treasure if they called for help... but then again, if the legends were true, the treasure of Christmas Planet would be huge enough to last well over a dozen people for a lifetime. Surely splitting it with one or two more people wouldn't hurt too badly?

“Fine.” he said. “Contact her.”

Andromeda leaned forwards, pressing a few keys on her hand-held communicator. “Already on it. It's a good thing I have free wave service on this thing.”