“This is my friend Kate,” said Bassel, indicating a Vedani who looked somewhat more mature, though not quite adult. A small group of young Vedani had joined the chamber of people after they’d oriented themselves with each other. There came the usual pleased surprise at the high degree of morphological similarity – familiar enough in the great void of possibilities.
“Bassel is a delightful representative of humanity,” Yykth said to his mother. “And, he’s great at puzzles. As you now know, us kids have been working on something that we’re ready to show you. Being here gives you some idea of the importance of the matter. This in particular is more part of your battle than ours, but we agree on bringing this to an end. We’ll be able to help each other.”
“I believe I understand, or that I will. I’m here to support my son, and assess this solution.” She wrapped an arm around Bassel and looked over at the other human children, with one guardian each.
“Allow us to bring you to some comfortable accommodations, first.” The word circulated through the group. They all went together into a nearby portion of this wing, windowless but graced with enriching wavelengths of light. A set of individual suites was arranged around a common area. The guests were released to make themselves at home. Mirya went in ahead of Bassel and checked the toilet. It was the same brand they had in their apartment. It worked great.
Ship-to-ship communication was re-established, and Raev Sturlusson’s voice asked a question. “Can the Princess tell everyone where we are?”
Turning to look at her, Wendel pushed a button on her console that lit up. Leaning a step into it, Soleil answered, “We are looking at Hirylien, an abandoned planet of the Pan-Galactic Imperium.”
“She is correct, and we are going to land. Harper, follow Trosper.”
Soleil took the button herself to voice a caution. “The surface might still be virulent.”
“If you fall, it will not be to what felled the former residents of this planet. I can ensure our safety. I have not been duplicitous with you; we’re making good on all our chances. It is you who will decide your fate.”
Dispelling her thought chatter, Soleil began working into the requested guidance actions to send the vessel to their destination. Captain Wendel Harper could be heard hooting over the com as her ship spun up in ways undreamed-of. When asked what it was like working with higher-level awareness in Drift X, she smiled and said its personality hadn’t changed; it was just better at expressing itself, now.
The wavering dislocation of the jump settled into the feeling of normal presence, and people filtered up to the fore to get a view. Images of this planet haunted Soleil’s childhood. She was here for a very good reason, certainly. So many scenes, she could recall: mourning, the monument, ongoing refugee struggles. It was the birth planet of a major economic contributor, and of a notorious social enemy – an enemy who’d spent no energy on showing her personal malice, though she’d been well placed to receive it. Sturlusson was purposeful.
Next to Drift X in space was a familiar fighter ship, and she figured who was in it. Returning her gaze to the planet Hirylien, the Princess felt a rock in her gut.
Moonshadow had invented some formulae, from the translocation that was achieved when directed by Soleil in contact with the Viridian Phasing lattice. Using these formulae, it recalibrated the necessary energy activations to perform the translocation independently of the Viridian Phasing. Human initiation and kinetic response were still required. Moonshadow communicated extensively with Drift X before it left with Uixtr, and together they demonstrated the capability when parties left Ombd.
As she stretched and limbered up, Soleil thought about serving in new capacities. She was already Princess Ascendant after succeeding her mother. Her father, Grant Vario, would now be King Proxem. King Vario, in common parlance. Soleil was still five years from the ruling age of thirty, and the Proxem should reign until then.
In the royal hierarchy, she would return to what had been her mother’s role: hands-on organizer, addresser of concerns, synchronizer of intentions. Without her, all of that would be handled by greater staff. There would be some additional burden on her father as he upheld the duty to determine vision, direction, and priority.
From her current unique standpoint, Soleil was able to work on mitigating the situation that the people of the Imperium would receive. She could create rare options for mediation by gaining a decent grasp of the faction. This, so long as they were offering her access, whatever they intended for it to mean.
People had been making ready while she did; she maintained the focus of her awareness on the interface. Lines of light described the action zone that Drift X would read: a half-sphere at the end of a conical data-gathering projection area, similar to a stage spotlight that ended where she stood on the multi-use turret platform. Time for some shadowboxing, time to dance.
“After much adventure, these are the friends we requested that you meet, when you asked on your home planet what service you might be able to do for us after we relieved your stranded state. If you perceive any imbalance of effort, feel assured that will be corrected. We Kao-Sidhe live or perish by the transactions of our innate currency.”
“Right now, I’m not deeply concerned with balancing the books. For how long have your peoples known each other?”
“Though Aureny have only inhabited their home planet, Kao-Sidhe are in a great many places. Our familiarity springs as though from the dawn of time. They had little trouble recognizing those of us who had some connection in their affairs. We make our way around, as certain things create for us a calling. In fact we are, at this time, yourself and company included, receiving a calling – being summoned, if you will.”
“A place you know of, where you have never been but is a part of your home. With people you know, but not very well, who you will have a chance to know better. This is my most succinct and accurate summation.”
Soleil resisted the immediate pull towards an available action. She hadn’t had time to her own thoughts regarding the new situation in the royal family. Though her feelings had become complicated and she suspected the greater truth was even more so, she loved Celeste; she would have to deal with that loss on her own time. She sensed that some hours for reflection rested just around the corner. The functioning shift in rulership would mean instant changes for everyone, with herself a factor of increased importance. Soleil felt alerted to the impending possibility of when she should call a halt or take an exit in order to do what was necessary when a point of departure should arrive. In some version of events, they could be keeping her entertained and occupied at playing diplomatic head of state while everything fell apart and her seat was dismantled. In this case, the directed action still seemed appropriate. Perhaps just this one more.