Janx had only rudimentary training in atmospheric manipulation and was, only now, realizing precisely how limited his expertise was.
He was considerably displeased with the recent course of events. What had begun as a minor misunderstanding in a Venice street café had escalated to intervention by the local constabulary and segued into a miscalculated temporal displacement, culminating in his current predicament.
Protocols required him to regularly move his vessel to avoid accidental detection by the indigenous savages. As a result of opportunities lost to the temporal miscalculation, he would be obliged to relocate his ship under daylight conditions.
While the simplest solution was a bit of fog to obscure his activities, in actuality, he had produced a weather phenomenon considerably more…ambitious.
Janx hoped it would dissipate quickly since onboard sensors were, even now, alerting him to the imminent collision of no less than 17 native watercraft of considerable size. Damn!