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145.5 \ 327

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Somewhere within the energy lines connected to Raev through the bioware of his self-experimentation with Vedani embedments, something big went live. A resonation crescendoed, and you know what, he grab-connected and used it. It felt of transgate magnitude, deep and high. In the course of his transformation to become who people called Signalman, he had attuned to sendsinging well enough to possess intuitive rhythms with the flow of intergalactic transit. This was part of developing uncanny senses of how to direct his people through operations, safely or in secrecy. This surge came to him through that sense; it wasn’t something verbal or visual, though complex enough to occupy wide puzzleboards, while simple enough to occur instantaneously.

He didn’t know what it was, but it was something powerful. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but he may as well give it everything. The ingot in his outstretched fist glowed through its swirling melt fractures with the energy he sent through it. Softly, it seemed, it landed a touch against the emblem on King Proxem Grant Vario’s chest.

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What just happened?
What. Just. Happened?!
MITOSIS
Of a planetoid?
The Spheraeonic Planetoid In The Aetherscape Mitosed When We Fed It Enough Activity
Or when we did the right thing…
How are we handling this?
How are you handling this?
I’m Jumping Up And Down
I can hear it.
The harmony!
I can feel it, hooo.
Let’s… Party.
We may need to let off some steam.

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The lump of phronium between them, Raev closed the last measure of distance. Holding it there, his extending fingers snagged the edge of the emblem to draw Vario nearer. Posture opening, Sturlusson clamped the stump of his right arm over the King Proxem’s shoulder, pinning the phronium and wrapping his left around a weapon-bearing arm. He was hardly worrying where those blades might be aiming in this stretching moment, with the active metal between their chests.

The current within Raev’s motions – in connection with his greater being, also concentrating through the phronium amalgam – beat through his heart. There was a tone, multiplying in magnitudes as it doubled, that resonated between and throughout his heart and mind. He let the song of the vibration flow, because it was part of the power of the moment. He might have felt Grant Vario’s heartbeat become a part of this growing energy as well – that seemed like what that was. It felt like there now existed two different linked energetic worlds that originated from the same one – a split in time that was also a split in place, that also now contained them.

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A flash murmur ignited among the Kao-Sidhe especially attracted to an extreme anomaly of relevance. In an interdimensional manner not unlike that of Dragons, they too may manifest. For this, a great many suddenly did, to observe as they ought through eyes upon eyes upon eyes, on the occasion of this very unusual occurrence. They watched what may only happen once.

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The edge at the side of Dusk-Arrow’s foremost point sliced a thread, there in the back shoulder zone of the King Proxem’s tailored blazer, between chains. Soleil let the sword bite, her body following in contorted catapult. Was this the only way? Would this be the best way? What exactly was happening? This is it.

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145.4 \ 327

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Vario’s weapons shifted from their target by degrees as he turned attention to address the imminent intrusion that was Raev Sturlusson. Soleil altered her motion into a manipulative twist, and Dusk-Arrow connected against instead of through her father’s body, turning him and turning against him. The sword slid along, seeking a new vulnerability, pushing him into disadvantage. She hung onto her chances in the moment with a finger’s pressure, the blade doing the work.

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What Plexus had given them was a plug-and-play formula, optimized for their systems. This wavelength, in its effect through various machine users, had multiple interacting differentials on several planes. Most had been recorded to a predictable degree, while some were in stages of development for greater understanding. With acuity of intention, it had a power for realization – a clarifying effect, which made it possible to circumvent several layers of code. It was actually a simplifier, and vibrationally organic, so it also unified systems. It was the boost they were looking for in many ways, and not a moment too soon after the Aquari emergencies. Ultimately, across the board, this was power to the people. This could be, and would be, utilized.

The patch was going through ship drives of their official and unofficial conglomerate partners, as well as the translocation gates. It was so easy it could happen all at once, in one coordinated upload, all on the Synchrony. It was on fast track for ASAP, and as soon as possible had come. It was synergistic.

“It’s on, now,” said one of the team.

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145.3 \ 327

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It was flashing light in motion between bodies in balanced relation, push and redirection in grim concentration. There was no sound other than the clash of wills. The breeze of the upper air ruffling the skychamber’s curtains brushed the combatant’s cheeks. They watched each other’s motion, looked each other in the eyes, tilting gazes for angle periphery differentiation – focused. This happened for a small eternity, both Princess Ascendant and King Proxem suspended in fluid animation. Both were at peak in this moment, her power in growth, his in fruition. This couldn’t last forever, though it did.

Princess Soleil loosed a silent to roaring scream of effort to throw enough in to tip the scales in any direction; she didn’t know if she was doing it aloud. She committed her body. Feeling the opening between them, knowing it would leave her vulnerable, she took it. There was a decision in every part of the motion. Soleil’s awareness flash-bonded along Dusk-Arrow’s entire edge as it sought destiny. There was no protecting this action.

King Proxem Vario also took the opening when it appeared. It was the only place for his blades to go, he was too good not to use his skill, though horrifying. Nothing less than the contest in this. He respected her and he respected himself. He could see every mistake and consequence. He also committed, and both their weapons might find their mark. Wherever this blow landed, it would not be inconsequential. It would be life-taking.

Strange things happen when a life is truly in danger. Things occur that don’t otherwise occur. A moment may precipitate, that is exceedingly unique unto itself. Soleil’s dragongift separated itself from her.

There was a perception that occupied time within time, which overtook Grant Vario and Soleil, Magus locked in lethal trajectory. Transfixing, he saw everything he might have thought of her or seen her to be – clearly, knowingly, honestly, in distinct simultaneity. Soleil perceived every disguise that she or he might ever wear, abyssal flickers in the fabric of reality. The boon became its own vibration separate from her, the Scale, active, in the air between them; there was the other, the self, and the mirror. A timespan split finely as an atom, perceived completely.

ACAMAR went to claim er scale. Somewhere, there was an important part of er that was no longer bound. Dragons respond to their own business. Acamar went to do this thing immediately, regardless of what was in progress, or the context in which it would transpire. A new Dragon does understand the strong call. ‘E brought what was in er coils, despite the weight. That was the retiring revolutionary. They were immediately there.

ACAMAR saw everything and put everything together, including who ‘e brought. Sturlusson had a place in this. The Dragon’s coils spasmed and sent Raev flying at the speed of physics toward the fight. Raev’s body formed into a spear, clasping the ingot, activating it instantly with total energy.

ACAMAR suddenly tearing through reality had stirred the edge of a fomenting whirlpool of activity throughout the dragonroad dimensional axyes, so it was that there – in that place, in that moment – reality erupted in Dragons. Human perception places them most easily in the sky, and so they filled the sky with all that could be present because they already were in some way; and, there was no more exile.

145.2 \ 327

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A liquid fog passing over his vision, Grant watched his blades slither out of their sheaths at the bottom edge of his periphery. With equivalent response, Soleil’s stance changed, initiating Dusk-Arrow’s arc of momentum. A ringing clash shuddered through the room as the first swing was turned aside with a forceful glancing double parry.

“What are you doing?!” The voice tore from Soleil’s throat with half-expected betrayal. The Princess Ascendant had to attack – with this weapon in her hands for this moment, her best defense was to drive him back.

“There has to be an end to this,” stated King Vario between strategic stance repositioning. “It could be ugly, or it could be clean. So much has gone on for so long, I don’t know what I might do.”

The muscles Soleil had grown in her adolescent training remembered her specialty in counterbalancing pirouette, and she kept herself moving in a smooth whirlwind to keep her openings covered and the King Proxem’s cleverness at bay. “There are lots of things you could do!”

“Perhaps not, my daughter.” Vario kept taking the attack, dodging backwards while making occasional entries that altered the course of her parabolic swings.

They paused; his attacks, and her drive, facing each other in the strengthening morning light.

He signed the scroll. Then, they hugged. He sighed and said, “Well, it’s not going to be easy.” They smiled gratefully at each other. It could have been like that. But then, what would have happened? Vario felt like he just knew.

It actually was like they were trying to hug, but completely unable. Huggy feelings of days gone by had been swept away by the effort and the heartbreak. And this, this was the freshest mess. Soleil was suffused with a clarity that was merciless, rightful, and righteous. Everyone and everything that had sent her here wouldn’t let her lose by giving up. She might have guessed what her father was thinking, and to that she couldn’t agree or disagree.

The pause went on almost too long, and their weapons came up again at the same time.

145.1 / 327

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“I read the document that I received via signal, but I want to see what you have here now.” King Proxem Vario’s sheathed blades swung lightly on each hip as he approached.

With blades, as trained by your own masters. It was just the two of them, facing each other over this decision. Historically, any other rule had been built or bent for such rare occasions as these.

The possibility of hope brushed Soleil’s otherwise neutral face, and she dropped the scroll a little further on its ribbon as he approached. She unshouldered Dusk-Arrow and let it rest at an angle to one side, tip to floor. The King Proxem stepped within the Princess Ascendant’s guard. She let the scroll drop to rest in her father’s outstretched palm.

Grant Vario took the scroll back a few paces with him. He undid the ribbon and pen, found the top of the text, and let the rest of the scroll fall gently open. It just barely brushed the floor. He felt the edges of the good vellum as he inched it up, reading. The collated sections glowed with fresh ink. Soleil felt the heft of the hollowed greatsword in her fastened grip. She gave the moment the time it needed.

“This is well crafted,” said the King Proxem. He hefted the pen and looked eye-to-eye with his daughter. “It’s very good.” He made sure the pen worked, then set it to the patch of rag in the signing frame and laid down his florid signature, the one for historical documents. King Proxem Grant Vario curlicued the final flourish, closed the pen, and softly laid the scroll down on the floor. Eyes on Soleil, he placed his hands on his weapons, breathing deeply. Soleil drew up and tightened her stance.