Those Who Rise E-Book

R.S. Penney

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Claire Carlson has been accepted into an academy for telepaths, but Harry and Melissa have their reservations. With a little digging, they discover that the academy's generous offer isn’t all it appears to be.

Meanwhile, Jena Morane continues her search for her mother: the Overseers’ most ruthless servant, Isara.

To stop a bomber who wants to kill millions, Anna Lenai and Jack Hunter travel to the dystopic world, Ragnos. While there, they aid oppressed workers in an uprising.

The adventure continues in 'Those Who Rise', the 15th volume of R.S. Penney's Justice Keepers Saga!

Leseprobe

THOSE WHO RISE

JUSTICE KEEPERS SAGA

BOOK 15

R. S. PENNEY

CONTENTS

Prologue

Part I

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Interlude

Part II

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Next in the Series

About the Author

Copyright (C) 2022 R.S. Penney

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Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Edited by Jori Cochran, Gregg Chambers

Cover art by Lordan June Pinote

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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PROLOGUE

(43 years ago)

Rain pattered against Ilia’s office window, a steady drizzle that streaked over the glass. Through the blur, she saw the skyline of Arinas. Towering skyscrapers reached for the clouds, never quite touching them. The reconstruction had been completed a few months ago. You would never know the Antaurans had attacked this city only a year earlier.

Seated in a comfy chair with her feet propped up on a shelf that she had positioned under the window, Ilia Morane balanced a container of abron in her lap. She stirred the rice with her fork, exposing several pieces of chicken underneath.

She was a woman of average height, slightly plump, with a copper complexion. People told her that her round face had a matronly quality, and the black hair that she kept in a bun certainly added to the effect.

Scooping up some rice, Ilia shoveled it into her mouth. “Comfuuder…” She really had to stop talking with her mouth full. Chewing thoroughly, she swallowed and tried again. “Computer, analyze the blood samples I provided.”

“Working.”

“Scan the city records. Search for the closest living relative.”

The silence dragged on for a few moments while she waited for an answer. A shuttle flew over the distant buildings. Might it be carrying supplies up to the new orbital defense platforms? Tomas, her husband, had been working on those for months.

“No match found,” the computer reported.

Reclining in her chair, Ilia blinked up at the ceiling. “You’re telling me that Jena has no living relatives in this city?”

“Confirmed.”

“Expand the search to the entire planet.”

Once again, the silence lasted for an unbearably long time. Adopting Jena had brought light into her world, a joy that she never would have imagined. But she sometimes wondered about the child that she and her husband had found in a hospital’s emergency room.

Little Jena was just sitting there in her carrier, sound asleep despite the chaos all around her. And chaos was an understatement. Casualties had been coming in from all over the city. The power grid was flickering as the Antaurans destroyed wind farms and geothermal plants. She had tried using the security camera footage to see who had left Jena alone in that place, but there was no such footage. The hospital’s central computer had routed every scrap of available power into the systems they needed to treat the patients.

“No match found,” the computer said.

Ilia leaped out of her chair, wincing as a spear of pain went through her back. She massaged the tender spot with her fist. She had been injured during the attack. “That’s impossible!” she barked. “Search again.”

“No match found.”

“Check records for the deceased.”

“No match found.”

Turning away from the window, Ilia hunched over with her hands on her desk. She shook her head slowly. “All right,” she muttered. “Check records from Leyria. Search for the closest possible genetic match. Go back as far as you have to go.”

Another long silence left her with time to think. She and her husband had gladly taken the baby. They had always wanted to start a family, and they loved the idea of adopting a child who needed a good home. But something about the situation just felt…off to her. Who would abandon a baby? The very concept was unthinkable! She had been expecting someone to show up on her doorstep claiming to be Jena’s biological mother or father. Someone who may have been injured during the attack. But a year had passed, and no one had come.

“One match found.”

“Show me.”

The hologram of a tall man appeared before her desk. He was pale and lanky with brown hair that he wore cut short, the ends of it curling over his ears. His face had a friendly quality to it – a dimpled chin, a jovial smile – but you would never call him handsome. Those hollow cheeks just didn’t suit him. “Bevin Derson,” the computer announced. “Born 491 CA, Deceased 534 CA.”

Ilia wrinkled her nose in distaste. “That was over a hundred and seventy years ago,” she said. “How is it possible that Jena’s closest living relative has been dead for almost two centuries?”

“Unknown.”

“Compare genetic samples. How is Bevin Derson related to Jena?”

“Bevin Derson is Jena Morane’s biological father.”

The blood drained out of Ilia’s face. She stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her chair, and then cursed. She had never been graceful. The calling card of an engineer: skilled hands, clumsy feet.

Bracing her hands on the shelf, Ilia let her head sink. “All right,” she mumbled. “Let’s work with that. Who was Jena’s biological mother?”

“No match found.”

“Search biographical data. Did Bevin have a wife?”

“No records found.”

“Did he have children?”

“No records found.”

Ilia groaned. This was starting to feel like a cover-up. Leyria had been new to space travel back then; the warp drive had only been around for about ten years when Bevin died. He would have witnessed the first manned expeditions into interstellar space. But even so, record-keeping from that time should not have been this spotty. People had been reliably taking census data for centuries before Bevin was born. If he had a wife, there should have been some record. A marriage certificate. Something!

(36 years ago)

Finn’s Pass was a tiny town in Leyria’s Rayonak Mountains. Its only library contained a wealth of digital records, chronicling the town’s history across several centuries. They kept the paper records in the basement, a large room with yellow walls. A treasure trove of books occupied every shelf.

Very few people read paper books anymore. Everything was digital: e-readers and SmartGlass tablets. Libraries kept paper copies of everything important so that knowledge would not be lost in the event of some planet-wide catastrophe.

Ilia sat at a round, wooden table in the corner, flipping through a book of laminated news articles. Bevin Derson had grown up here in Finn’s Pass. She had been through all the digital records, but she could find no mention of him. When she ran the same genetic comparison that had brought up his name, the computer found no matches. Which meant the records had been scrubbed. Which meant someone didn’t want her to find Jena’s biological parents.

Jena was staying with her grandma and grandpa in Pelor. She had been so excited for this trip to Leyria. At eight years old, she was the sweetest girl Ilia had ever seen. Why anyone would abandon her was something that Ilia would never comprehend. But she needed answers. Her parents had taken Jena to the Peloran Festival of Lights. Which made this the perfect time for Ilia to do some digging. If the digital records had been scrubbed, maybe the paper records would remain.

After nearly an hour of searching, she turned a page and found exactly what she was looking for. A picture of Bevin Derson with a baby girl in his arms. A baby girl who looked exactly like Jena. The man had a wife as well, a beautiful young woman with waves of long hair and a face like an angel.

It was from an article about a county fair.

Ilia skimmed through the text, searching for their names.

(Present Day)

Jena stood with fists on her hips, examining the yellow-walled library. The research bots she had requisitioned were rifling through a plethora of paper records, searching for whatever her mother had found all those years ago.

So far, they’d had no luck.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs told her that Larani had returned. The other woman was a ghostly figure who came up behind her. Larani took one look at all the chaos, sniffed disdainfully and rested one hand on a bookshelf. “I take it you haven’t found anything.”

Grimacing as her frustration spiked, Jena shook her head. “Not a damn thing,” she replied. “My mother’s diary said that this was where she learned Isara’s real name, but we’ve been through the place from one end to the other. There’s nothing here.”

“I’m sorry.”

Leaning her shoulder against a shelf, Jena allowed herself a moment of self-pity. “It was a long shot anyway,” she said. “Isara’s smart; she knew that my mother had learned her secret. She would have destroyed the records.”

Larani had her back against the opposite shelf, nodding slowly as she considered Jena’s words. “Makes sense,” she said. “But it was worth a try.”

“Yeah.”

Audrin was fidgeting in the back of Jena’s head; the Nassai didn’t like it when she got despondent. Well, that would change soon enough. Records or no records, this little town was the perfect place for a romantic getaway.

She took Larani’s hand, pulling her close. Their lips met in the softest kiss, a kiss that lingered for what felt like half a minute. When it passed, Jena touched her nose to Larani’s. “Thank you for coming with me,” she murmured.

“Of course.”

“It can’t be easy being back here.”

“On Leyria?”

Jena backed away, blinking at the other woman. “After what they did to you,” she clarified. “Stripping away your rank, blaming you for what happened to Dusep, making you an outlaw.”

“It’s past,” Larani insisted. “What matters is the present. We need to find your mother.”

“My mother was-”

Larani silenced her with a raised hand, a scowl betraying her embarrassment. “Yes, I know,” she said. “Your mother was Ilia Morane. I’m sorry.”

Falling back against the bookshelf, Jena squeezed her eyes shut. She pressed her fingertips against her temples. “It’s okay,” she said. “I just…I hate being reminded that I share anything in common with Isara.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” A small smile came on as Jena stepped forward. “So this place has an annual Harvest Festival. And with fall setting in, it’s happening soon. Want to be my date?”

“When is it happening?” Larani asked. “We need to get back to the others.”

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s happening tonight.”

A hundred colourful tents filled the field outside Finn’s Pass. Well, maybe there weren’t that many; Larani hadn’t counted. She had never been to one of these things before. Every tent was occupied by someone offering homemade arts and crafts. Or baked goods. Something they had produced with their own hands. They gave it all away for free. Leyria had abandoned the use of money centuries ago. Now, it was about sharing with the community.

There were rides as well. Something that looked like an octopus with bucket seats on the end of every tentacle made a loud, whooshing sound. Swings rotated around a central pillar that must have stood at least fifty paces tall. Why anyone would subject themselves to such discomfort was beyond her.

Larani was at a tent that offered homemade jewelry, one finger over her lips as she examined their wares. “That one,” she said, pointing to an orange stone on a thin chain. “May I have it?”

The jeweler, a woman with a leathery face and thick, gray hair that she wore tied back, looked up at her. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “That’s why I made them, after all.”

Grinning sheepishly, Larani bowed her head to the other woman. “I take it this is something of a tradition for you.”

“Ever since I was a girl.”

“Have you lived here all your life?”

A thoughtful look passed over the old woman’s face. “Just about,” she said, nodding. “I moved a few towns over in my twenties. Married a man from Obralon. It didn’t last.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Not compared to what you’ve been through.”

Larani hesitated.

A smile broke out on the old woman’s face. “Come on,” she said. “You think I don’t recognize Larani Tal when she’s standing right in front of me?”

Blushing hard, Larani looked away. “Yes, well…” She cleared her throat awkwardly. “I appreciate your concern.” That sounded awful. She was so much more comfortable behind a desk.

Kaymon felt sorry for her. He had been telling her for months now that she could stand to open up a little. Just a little. Jena had helped with that, but at her core, she was still Larani Tal. And Larani Tal kept to herself.

“Here,” the old woman said, offering another necklace just like the one Larani had requested. The two were identical except that the second had a green stone instead of orange. “You deserve it.”

Jena came sauntering over with a big grin, resting a hand on Larani’s shoulder. “Acquiring knickknacks, I see,” she said. “Some of these are downright beautiful.”

Turning to her partner, Larani lifted the necklace with the green stone and fastened it around Jena’s neck. Jena looked down at it, puzzled. “For me?” she asked. “Oh, love, you shouldn’t have!”

“I’d say it looks good on you,” the jeweler interjected. “Wait, aren’t you…”

“Jena Morane.”

“Jena Morane? I thought you were dead.”

“I was!”

Thanking the old woman for her gifts – her fathers had taught her manners, and she held to those lessons all the long years of her life – Larani guided Jena away from the tent. Arm in arm, they walked through a crowd of people so thick they were jostled with almost every step.

At first, Larani wondered just how many people lived in this town. There had to be at least ten thousand here – a huge population for such a small community – but then she realized that the fair drew in people from neighbouring villages and nearby farms.

She had never lived in a rural community; her life had been spent in cities. Moraso, Arinas, Denabria: she had moved from one bustling metropolis to another, often hopping planets in the process. Everything here felt strangely quaint to her.

Craning her neck, Larani narrowed her eyes as she took in the sight of that towering swing ride. “It’s strange to think of Isara growing up in this place,” she said. “It seems so remarkably ordinary.”

“It’s surreal.”

The other woman spun, studying Larani for a moment and then shaking her head. “What if Isara didn’t have a monstrous childhood?” she asked. “What if she was just an ordinary kid?”

“Does that bother you?”

“Honestly, yes.”

“Why?”

Jena made a face. “Because if she was just an ordinary kid, it means that whatever went wrong with her is genetic.”

“That doesn’t follow.”

Instead of answering, Jena turned on her heel and stalked off toward the games tent. Larani sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Jack gasped when he reached the top of the rocky hill. The formation of standing stones that waited for him there was every bit as glorious as Stonehenge. And larger to boot. Tall boulders that must have weighed at least a thousand pounds supported flat slabs of rock to form something that almost looked like a doorway. He counted three concentric rings of those.

Stopping dead with the strap of his pack slung over one shoulder, Jack felt his jaw drop. He shook his head slowly. “Stay focused on the task, Hunter.”

Sun stepped up beside him, smiling at the sight of those stones, her wavy, black hair fluttering in the wind. “You can take a moment to bask,” she said. “They’re very pro-basking here on Alios.”

“Did the Overseers build this?”

Cautiously, Sun descended the shallow slope that led down to the stone formation, gravel crunching under her shoes. “No,” she said. “At least archaeologists don’t think so. The Overseers marked the land, but the structures built on top of it were human-made.”

“Made by who?” Jack asked, following her.

Pausing near the outermost ring, Sun looked back over her shoulder. “The ancient Alosians,” she said simply. “It’s a common theme in the history of every world. Humans build great temples and monoliths over those places that the Overseers ‘bless with their presence.’”

Jack passed between two of those towering stones, resting his hand on one, feeling its rough surface. “Ancient Alosians?” he asked. “I thought your people didn’t colonize a world that already had a thriving population.”

“We don’t,” Sun said, dropping to her knees and opening her pack. She reached inside and pulled out a piece of equipment, a rectangular device that she set down on the ground. “This world was empty when we found it. Vast expanses of wilderness, but no humans. We found signs of previous settlements: cave paintings, primitive structures. But the people were all gone.”

“What happened to them?”

“No one knows.”

Crossing his arms, Jack sucked on his lip as he shuffled toward the next ring of standing stones. “They should really put that on the brochure,” he muttered. “Might be the sort of thing people would want to know before moving here. ‘Oh, by the way, this planet is haunted.’”

“Seriously?” Sun asked, raising an eyebrow. “I never took you for the superstitious type.”

“Usually, I’m not.”

“Okay, the recording device is set up.”

Jack stepped into the innermost ring, placing himself in the exact centre. He folded his hands behind his back, standing tall, and turned his face up to the open sky. “Well, I’m here!” he declared. “Let’s see the lightshow.”

In his mind, Sun was a blurry figure who came up behind him, becoming more and more distinct the closer she got. She knelt beside a small, unassuming rock with a glyph etched into its surface. Jack hadn’t even noticed that it was there.

Pressing her hand down on the rock, Sun shot a glance toward him. “Try hitting the power button, doofus.”

The glyph began to glow.

It was soon followed by others of its kind. More glyphs appeared on the standing stones: characters written in a smooth, flowing script, all radiating a soothing, blue light. There must have been hundreds of them.

Jack’s mouth fell open as he watched them appear. He blinked and turned to Sun. “I thought you said humans built these structures.”

“They did,” she said. “And the Overseers marked them.”

A low, rumbling sound made him jump.

A fissure spread over the ground, two slabs of rock sliding apart to form a cave. Stairs led down into the darkness. “No, that’s not ominous at all,” Jack said. “I totally want to go into the creepy pit.”

Heaving out a sigh, Sun stood up and grumbled as she walked past him. “Big baby.” She was halfway down the stairs before he realized that she wasn’t going to wait. He hurried to keep up.

The cave walls lit up with soft, blue light similar to what he had seen on the moon. Except these were definitely made of rock and not some weird, veiny flesh. The air was cool and moist.

A hologram solidified before him, a transparent figure in flowing, white robes. Whoever this guy was, he was quite handsome: tall with dark skin, a neat, gray beard and flowing, silver hair. “Welcome, my children,” he said. “Do not be afraid. You have been brought to this world for your protection.”

“Who are you?” Jack demanded.

“I am your protector.”

Striding toward the hologram, Jack narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, that’s real nice,” he said. “But I was hoping for specifics. What’s your name?”

“Renalion.”

Was that the name of some ancient, Alosian god? Or was it the name of the Overseer who had programmed this simulation? Could it be both? “Okay, Ren,” Jack said. “Why did you bring us here?”

The hologram hesitated, wondering whether Jack had been listening. “For your protection,” he said again.

“And what do you want from us?”

“You are to care for each other, protect each other, provide for those who are less fortunate. This, I command.”

Jack did his best to look offended, snarling and baring his teeth. “What of those fools from the Kalaka Tribe?” He was trying to play the role of a primitive human who had just been snatched up from Earth and deposited on this planet. He hoped to god that it was convincing. “You would have us care for our most bitter enemies.”

The hologram replied with a fatherly smile. “You are all one, my son,” he said. “One people with one purpose. The divisions between you are nothing but illusions. Let go of your hatred.”

Love, peace and brotherhood: that was an awfully saccharine philosophy from a species that had spent millennia engineering a war between the different nations of humanity. From what Jack had been told, the Overseers had left a different message for the peoples of each planet. The Antaurans, for instance, had been told that they were the pinnacle of human evolution. That all others were beneath them.

It seemed that belief was a variable in the Overseers’ experiment. They wanted to see if it had any impact on what happened when you died. Did people of different religions go to a different place or experience a different afterlife? “You brought us here to live in harmony with our enemies?” Jack asked.

“Yes, my son.”

“What about food, water, shelter?”

Another smile graced the old man’s face. “This land is fertile,” he said. “The winters here are mild. You will have everything you need.”

Leaning against the wall, Sun thrust her chin toward the hologram. “It goes on like this,” she said. “Simple platitudes, admonitions to be kind to one another. You could stay for an hour, and that’s all you’ll get.”

Jack turned away from the hologram, plodding back up the stairs. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s see if our little device recorded anything interesting.”

PARTI

1

Jack sprinkled some cinnamon onto an oatcake. These things were a little bit tougher than oatmeal – you had to cut them with a knife – but they were downright tasty. One of Anna’s favourite breakfast meals. He added some sliced pears and strawberries. And for the finishing touch, a dab of maple syrup.

Standing at the counter, morning sunlight coming through his kitchen window, Jack smiled. “Perfect.”

He grabbed the plate and turned around just in time to find Anna in the doorway that led out to the living room. There she was in a pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt with frills along the sleeves, her hair tied up in its customary ponytail with red strands framing her perfect face. “You’re up early!” she observed.

Grinning, Jack felt his eyebrows climbing. “Had a lot on my mind.” He set the plate down on the table. “Pour vous, madame.”

“Ooh! Merci beaucoup!”

Anna hopped into the wooden chair, snatched up her knife and fork and began cutting an oatcake. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

Jack bent to kiss her forehead. “I like doing stuff like that for you.” He went to the stove, where his breakfast was nearly finished. Oatmeal simmered in a pot, filling the kitchen with a sweet scent. He added some of the leftover fruit.

When it was finished, he poured it into a bowl and carried that over to the table, sitting next to Anna.

Pausing in the act of stabbing a strawberry with her fork, Anna looked up at him. “So, what was on your mind?” she inquired. “What dreadful anxieties prevented Jack Hunter from sleeping until mid-morning?”

“Nothing serious,” he said. “I’m just worried about Arin.”

Chewing thoroughly, Anna nodded along with his concerns. She swallowed and then dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “You’ve done a remarkable job with him, sweetie, but you can’t help him unless he wants you to.”

Jack grabbed a glass full of almond milk, drinking half of it in a single gulp. He set it down on the table with a thud. “I’m supposed to meet him for a game of fireball today. Thought it’d be good to get him out of the ship.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I don’t know, An,” he said. “I get it. He’s only got another year or so before his symbiont can’t sustain him. But if that’s the case, he should be enjoying life as much as possible, not shut away in some dark room until somebody decides they need him to go beat up some bad guys.”

“I think he’s afraid to live.”

Setting his elbow on the table, Jack dug two fingers into his temple. He shut his eyes and groaned. “You’re probably right,” he said. “Though I can’t see why.”

Anna’s blue eyes were full of sympathy. “Because if he lets himself live,” she said. “If he lets himself develop friendships or go on dates, he might get attached to someone. He might want to keep living, and well…”

It made sense. Jack wasn’t sure how he would respond if he found out that he only had another year left. Would he want to go out and experience everything that he could? Or would he be afraid to let his guard down? Afraid to experience life because it would only make the sting of loss that much sharper?

He felt a pang of sadness that was not his. Summer had grown rather fond of Arin; it broke her heart to think that the man who had fought so hard for redemption would come to such a tragic end.

“You’re doing a good thing,” Anna said. “Getting him outside. Having some fun. I wish I could come with you.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to have you along.”

“No,” Anna lamented. “I’ve got plans with Melissa.”

Her tone of voice suggested that she wasn’t looking forward to those plans. “Why so glum?” Jack asked. “You usually love going out with Melissa.”

“It’s not the company I object to,” Anna said. “It’s the activity she’s chosen.”

Sitting back with his arms folded, Jack raised an eyebrow. “Whatever it is,” he said, shaking his head, “it can’t be that bad.”

“She wants to go to the beach.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Instead of answering, Anna rose and took her empty plate over to the dishwasher. “Let’s just say that her idea of fun a day at the beach isn’t the same as my idea of a fun day at the beach.”

Every Fireball arena was a little different. This one was basically a canyon that ran between two “rock” walls. Though shaped like the face of a cliff, they were actually made of orange duroplastic. At each end of the canyon, there was an open area where a goal-ring floated about six feet off the ground, one with blue LEDs on its surface and one with red.

Jack was perched atop the “cliff,” dressed in black shorts and a gray t-shirt that clung to his back. His dark hair was slick with sweat. The glove on his right hand had a blinking, blue LED. His job was to throw the ball into the corresponding ring.

Arin was down in the canyon in blue shorts and a matching tank-top, his dark, brown skin glistening in the warm sunlight. He was ready, eager for a challenge. And unfortunately, he had the ball.

He ran for the ring with the blinking red lights.

Jack back-flipped off the cliff wall, landing in the middle of the canyon, blocking the other man’s path. So, Arin leaped with a Justice Keeper’s incredible strength, kicked off one wall and flew over Jack’s head.

He landed in the open area, somersaulted over the rough ground and came up on one knee. An instant later, he was on his feet again, tossing the ball. You couldn’t aim directly for the goal. The ball had to touch at least one other surface, or it didn’t count.

A clean bounce off the pavement had the ball flying straight for the ring…which moved out of the way. The targets weren’t stationary. You had to account for that.

Growling under his breath, Jack charged up behind the other man. He jumped, flipping upside-down over Arin’s head, and caught the ball as it rebounded off the wall. He landed on his feet a moment later and locked his glove.

Arin blocked the entrance to the canyon.

With a snarl, Jack launched himself into a powerful leap that brought him up to the cliff on his left. He ran along the raised surface, tracking Arin with spatial awareness. The other man was chasing him through the canyon.

If he tagged Jack with his gloved hand, Jack’s glove would force his fingers to uncurl and drop the ball.

The blue ring was waiting in the other open area, flitting from left to right, its LEDS blinking. Jack threw the ball as hard as he could, bouncing it off the opposite cliff wall. He held his breath, waiting.

Arin jumped with a surge of Bent Gravity, accelerating quickly enough to catch the ball before it found its target. He crashed to the ground an instant later, grunting as his arm was pinned beneath him.

“Whoa, time out!” Jack said.

Dropping down off the wall, he landed in the open area and mopped sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “I thought we said no Bendings.”

“You said no Bendings,” Arin grumbled. “I never agreed.”

Approaching the other man with a smile, Jack bent forward and offered his hand. “I don’t want you taxing your symbiont,” he said, pulling Arin to his feet. “We use our powers to save lives, not for fun.”

Arin snorted.

Turning away from Jack, he marched over to the end of the court and stood with one hand pressed against the wall, his head hanging. “Perhaps you’re right,” he mumbled. “The creature I carry has suffered enough.”

“So have you,” Jack noted.

Arin glanced back over his shoulder, a sneer twisting his mouth. “My suffering is deserved,” he said. “I brought it on myself.”

“You know what?” Jack said. “Change of topic.”

“Shall we go another round?”

“Give me a minute to catch my breath,” Jack replied. He wasn’t all that tired, but now that he had Arin talking, he didn’t want the conversation to end so abruptly. “You know, Leosa in the mess hall has her eye on you.”

Rubbing his sore arm, Arin scowled. Whether it was from pain or embarrassment, Jack couldn’t say. “One reason why I prefer to eat in my quarters.”

“Come on. She’s cute!”

Arin threw the ball with all his might, producing a loud THWACK when it bounced off the wall. He snarled as he caught it and then hissed. Hard rubber colliding with soft flesh at that velocity would sting. Rounding on Jack, he bared his teeth. “She is a fool.”

Jack strode toward the other man, pursing his lips as he held Arin’s gaze. “Why?” he asked. “Because she likes you?”

“She has abysmal taste in men.”

“Dude, you dragged two wounded soldiers back from the front lines and took a bullet in the process. You saved a city full of eight million people. The ladies tend to like that sort of thing. And not to be mean, but irrational self-loathing is my thing. It’s in my contract.”

The anger drained out of Arin’s face. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” he muttered. “But you can’t help me, Jack. I can’t ever have a relationship with anyone, and you know why.”

“Then maybe just have a night of fun.”

“You would have me use her for sex?”

“No!” Jack exclaimed, blushing. “I meant like a date or something. Not everyone is looking to get married, bud. Maybe she just wants to dance with a war hero.”

“Why do you care about this?”

“Because I care about you! I get it: you only have a few months left to live. But wouldn’t you rather spend that time living instead of hiding from the world? You’re not a weapon anymore, Arin. It’s time you stopped treating yourself that way.”

Arin started bouncing the ball, catching it in his gloved hand. A look of intensity came over him. “Let’s go again.”

Jack moaned as he watched his opponent take off through the canyon. He didn’t even try to stop him. His attempts to get through to Arin weren’t working. Maybe Anna would have better luck. She could usually talk people out of being stupid. She had done it for Jack a million times. What was she up to, anyway?

“So, we’re just going to lie here?” Anna asked.

Stretched out on her stomach in a red, one-piece bathing suit, her face buried in her folded arms, Melissa sighed. She looked up, blinking. “Is there something else you’d rather be doing?”

Anna was lying face-up in a blue bikini, a pair of dark sunglasses shielding her eyes. “We could go swimming,” she suggested. “The water here is beautiful.”

She was right.

A short trip by SlipGate had taken them to one of Alios’s hottest vacation spots. Zendelo Beach was located on Maydor’s southern coast, well into the planet’s tropical zone. White sand stretched as far as the eye could see in both directions. The waters that lapped at the shore were a magnificent, sapphire blue. And it was hot. The scorching sun beat down from a cloudless sky. Just the way Melissa liked it.

Sadly, the company was less than optimal. Anna was the sort of person who just couldn’t sit still. She always had to be doing something. Normally, Melissa loved hanging out with her, but today, she just wanted to relax.

The warm sunlight on her back was wonderful; the sand beneath her towel was soft. Ilia was practically humming with contentment. Everything was perfect; why would she ever want to change it? “Maybe later,” Melissa mumbled.

She knew that she was in trouble when Anna sat up and started scanning the beach like a soldier searching for potential threats. What she was really looking for was some activity they could take part in. It wouldn’t take her long to find one. And then she would start needling Melissa. First with casual suggestions and then with pouting. When it came to pouting, no one could do it better. Well…Except for Claire. Melissa sighed again, realizing that her pleasant afternoon was coming to an end. Three, two, one…

Tugging her sunglasses down, Anna peeked at someone over the rim. “Those guys over there are playing Fly Ball,” she said. “We could join them.”

Melissa groaned.

“It would make their day! They’d be telling their buddies about it for years to come.”

Rolling onto her side, Melissa brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “We’re Justice Keepers,” she said in a tone that she usually reserved for Claire. “They’d lose, and they’d lose badly. It wouldn’t be fair.”

Anna’s reply to that was a wicked grin. “We could divide up so that I’m on one team and you’re on the other,” she said. “That would make it fair. Besides, that one with the blonde hair is kind of hot.”

“Anna! You’re engaged!”

“Oh, Jack doesn’t care,” Anna said. “Actually, I think it turns him on. Sometimes, I wish he was a little more jealous.”

“You want your fiancé to be jealous?”

Anna shrugged, scanning the beach again, no doubt looking for some other source of amusement. “I don’t want him to turn into Mr. Possessive,” she said. “But a teensy bit of jealousy now and then makes a girl feel wanted.”

She paused for a moment, perhaps realizing that there was nothing within ten miles that could coax Melissa off of this towel. “I don’t want to hook up with some random dude,” she added. “But I like to look. Are you sure we can’t play Fly Ball?”

Melissa refused to argue about it any further. Maybe Anna would get the message if she went back to her lounging. “You’re a bride to be,” she muttered under her breath. “You’re supposed to let people pamper you.”

This was just like the spa day that Melissa had arranged for the two of them. All that sitting still had left Anna with an urge to climb up the walls. Lying on a comfy chair with a face mask? Not when there was a forest to explore! Anna had spent the whole day trying to convince her to go hiking. She always had to be moving.

It was a good thing the place was run by robots because humans would have been offended by Anna’s refusal of just about every service they offered. She didn’t want a pedicure because she didn’t like anyone touching her feet. She didn’t want her hair washed or coloured because she could do it herself, and they didn’t have the shade of blue she wanted.

“So, this is it?” Anna asked. “This is all you want to do?”

That prompted Melissa to sit up and hit her with a furious glare. “Jesus, Anna!” She would have to say a few Hail Marys later. “Did you drink a big glass of jet fuel this morning? Yes, this is all I want to do! I’m gonna soak up some sunshine and maybe take a nap. You should try it sometime.”

Falling back onto the towel, Anna folded her arms and stared wistfully into the blue sky. “Easy for you to say with that gorgeous, mocha skin,” she said. “But my white ass is a sunburn waiting to happen.”

Oh…Well, maybe this wasn’t the best activity for them.

“How ‘bout a compromise,” Anna suggested. “I slathered on the SPF 45. So, we can stay here and relax, but you have to entertain me with scintillating conversation.”

“Deal.”

“So, what shall we talk about?”

Melissa rolled onto her back, grabbing her hat and putting it over her eyes. That sun was so bright! “Nothing serious,” she insisted. “No philosophy, no politics and certainly nothing about the war.”

“So, what does that leave us?”

“Gossip.”

“Gossip?”

“It’s the perfect topic for beach lounging.”

Anna stretched languidly, folding her hands behind her head and smiling that devilish smile of hers. “All right,” she said. “Kevin told me last week that he got his own apartment in Salseur, and I’m pretty sure he’s gonna ask Amanda to move in with him.”

Melissa lifted the hat to peek at the other woman. “But they’re so young!”

“They’re your age!”

A frown tightened Melissa’s mouth. Was Anna hinting that maybe it was time for her to move out of her mother’s house? She liked staying with her family! “Well, I guess they really don’t have anyone else,” she muttered.

“They came halfway across the galaxy together,” Anna said. “Kind of forges a bond.”

“What’s Jack up to?” Melissa asked, trying to change the subject.

“He’s been trying to get Arin to come out of his quarters for over a week now,” Anna grumbled. “Finally convinced him to come down to the surface and play a game of Fireball.”

“Good!” Melissa exclaimed.

“I think so too.”

Melissa turned over to face the other woman, propping her head up with one hand, her cheek pressed into the knuckles of her fist. “After everything he’s done for us, Arin deserves better than to waste away in his room.”

Anna nodded.

“He’s a good man,” Melissa went on. “You should have seen him in Denabria. We fought a ziarogat together.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about the war.”

Melissa rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying that he was very brave and very gallant,” she protested. “And sexy too.”

Turning her head slowly, Anna raised an eyebrow over the rim of her sunglasses. And just like that, Melissa was blushing like the sun. She should have kept her big mouth shut. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to share that last bit. Anna was always going on about how that guy over there was gorgeous and that woman in the corner was beautiful. Melissa just wanted to fit in!

The whole story came rushing out of her, including the part where Arin put up a Time Bubble, scooped her up and carried her to safety. It was…hot. Melissa could kick ass with the best of them, but sometimes, it was nice to be rescued.

“Wow,” Anna said. “Sounds like he swept you off your feet in more ways than one.”

Melissa blinked. “What?” She shook her head forcefully. “No, I…I love Novol. I just…I think he’s a good man is all.”

A warm smile blossomed on Anna’s face. She put a reassuring hand on Melissa’s arm. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said. “I know you love Novol, but there are plenty of hot people in this world, and you noticed one. Just be careful.”

“I know,” Melissa assured her. “I would never do anything to make Novol doubt how much I love him.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Anna said. “He’s eight years older than you, Melissa.”

It took her a moment to realize that Anna was talking about Arin. “Yeah,” she murmured. “And he doesn’t have a lot of time left.”

2

“Knight to g4.”

Fuzz Bear’s mechanical arm gestured to the board, and Melissa dutifully executed the move he had requested, placing the black knight on the appropriate square…where it could threaten the vulnerable f2 square. And with a bishop positioned on c5, Fuzz Bear was ready to begin a dangerous attack. She shouldn’t have moved her rook off the f-file.

Melissa was lying on her soft, pink bedspread, her elbows digging into the mattress, her chin resting on the heels of her hands. “You think you’ve got me, don’t you?”

Her room in Della’s house had pink walls and a window that looked out on a line of bushes that separated her mother’s yard from the next one over. The mirror over her white, duroplastic dresser reflected the back of Fuzz Bear’s head.

The big teddy sat at the foot of her bed, studying the chessboard with feigned concentration. Melissa wasn’t fooled. He already had the next ten moves calculated, but it was still a nice gesture. “It’s your move,” he reminded her.

“Rook to f1,” Melissa said, guarding the f2 square.

“Knight to d2.” She reached for the piece that Fuzz Bear had moved on his last turn, but he stopped her with a wave of his paw. “Not that one,” he said. Right, of course. The g4 knight couldn’t even get to d2. He meant the other one, the knight that had been sitting quietly on b3 for the last five moves, guarded by a pawn on a4, preventing her queen from taking the b7 pawn. But why would he create such an obvious flaw in his defense? She realized the problem an instant too late. “Damn it!”

A queen on b1, a rook on f1, both forked by Fuzz Bear’s knight on d2. The attack on the f2 pawn had been a ruse to make her move her rook right where he wanted it. “Queen takes b7,” Melissa muttered.

Instead of making the obvious move, Fuzz Bear turned his head and blinked. Those big, adorable eyes made it so hard to stay mad at him. “I sense that this game is no longer making you happy. Perhaps we should stop.”

Melissa couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, it’s fine.” She rubbed her brow with the back of one hand. “I’m trying to keep my mind off things.”

“I too am trying to distract myself.”

“Is it working?”

Fuzz Bear’s head sank. His eyes dropped shut. If he’d had lungs, he would have heaved out a sigh. “Given my capacity for multi-tasking, I’m afraid not.”

“You’re worried about Jena?”

“I have been researching what you call authoritarian governments. I don’t like the thought of Jena going to Leyria, even if Larani is with her. If I understand the situation correctly, the Prime Council considers her an enemy.”

“Jena has not violated any laws,” Melissa said. “Dusep can’t go after her.”

Fuzz Bear studied her for a very long moment. “Is it not true that the law prohibits the state from seizing and detaining citizens without cause?”

“Yes…”

“And did he not do that anyway?”

Burying her face in her hands, Melissa groaned. She looked up to squint at the teddy. “I need to remember that you’re smarter than the average bear,” she muttered.

“Sometimes, I think it would be easier if I wasn’t.”

“No,” Melissa said. “Sentience is a gift.” She leaned over the chessboard and kissed Fuzz Bear’s head. His soft arms encircled her.

Sitting up straight, Melissa peered out the window. “That reminds me,” she said absently. “Drayvin suggested that we bring you by the science lab when the Scrappy returns. They want to give you new hands.”

Fuzz Bear raised his paws, examining them. “What’s wrong with my current hands?”

“Well, you don’t have fingers.”

“I’ve never needed fingers.”

“Yes, but wouldn’t you like to be able to move the chess pieces on your own?”

A knock at the door was immediately followed by Claire poking her head into the room. Without invitation! Melissa sniffed. Some things never changed. “What are you two doing?” Claire asked. “Still playing board games?”

Fuzz Bear turned his body, waving to her. “Claire!” he exclaimed. “Come give me a hug!”

Claire tossed her head back, rolling her eyes. “Lame!” She slammed the door as she retreated into the hallway. Her loud footsteps told Melissa that she had returned to her room. Some things never changed.

“What was the point of that?” Melissa wondered aloud.

Fuzz Bear turned to her. “Claire likes to pretend that she’s too cool for school,” he said. “But she has a soft heart under all that bravado. She desperately wants teddy bear hugs, but she can’t bring herself to admit it.”

“Oh…When did you get so observant?”

“It’s my job to be observant.”

Melissa wrapped an arm around him, nuzzling his fuzzy head. “Uh-huh,” she murmured. “And when did you start using phrases like ‘too cool for school.’”

“I heard your mom say it the other day,” Fuzz Bear explained. “I like it. It rhymes in your language.”

“Well, Jena will be back tomorrow.”

Fuzz Bear hugged her. Harder than before. “Thank you for letting me stay with you.”

The golden sunlight of early evening came through the classroom window, illuminating a series of easels in a semicircle. Anna’s students were a motley group: an older woman with brown skin and a grandmotherly face, a teenage boy who was so skinny he looked like he was going to fall out of his clothes. An old man with tilted eyes, a white goatee and a ring of hair to match. A tall and voluptuous woman with green eyes and flowing, brown hair.

They were all working quietly.

Anna sat on the teacher’s desk with hands folded in her lap, smiling every time someone looked her way. It helped them to feel more confident. This was a beginner’s painting class. The university had wanted someone to teach, and she had volunteered. She had come to realize that she wanted more out of life than just fighting.

Hopping down off the desk, Anna stood up straight and strode toward her teenage student. “Don’t hold the brush so tight, Bellin,” she advised. “Loosen up your wrist. Let the movements flow.”

He leaned sideways to peek at her from behind the canvas. “My hand doesn’t seem to want to paint what my brain imagines.”

“Then trust your hand.”

The young man hesitated.

Grinning, Anna felt a sudden warmth in her cheeks. It sounded like ridiculous advice. She would have to clarify.

She maneuvered around his easel, covering her mouth with one hand as she inspected his work. He was trying to paint a forest, but the individual trees seemed to bleed together. The canopy of leaves became a single cloud of green with flecks of brown here and there.

When she saw the photograph that he was using for inspiration, she understood the source of his frustration. The picture was all crisp, distinct lines, taken with a high-res camera. Bellin was trying to recreate digital perfection with a paintbrush.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, Anna leaned forward for a closer look. “You see this?” she said, pointing at the canvas. “This is called impressionism. It’s a beautiful style that you’ve mastered without trying.”

“But it’s not what I wanted!”

“When it comes to art, the imperfections are part of the process,” Anna explained. “You never end up creating exactly what you intended. Instead, the melding of talent and random chance creates something that is more than the sum of its parts.”

Bellin looked up at her with large, brown eyes. She could see it on his face. This was the first time he had entertained the possibility that his work might be anything other than a mistake. “So…It’s good?”

“Well, I like it,” she said. “When I tell you to trust your hand, what I mean is ‘Let the imperfections happen.’”

“Okay.”

Anna moved on to Lasan, the matronly woman who was trying to paint a picture of her floppy-eared dog. She had gotten the eyes just right. You could feel the pup’s love when he looked at you. “Nice job.”

Lasan hunched up her shoulders. Embarrassment made it hard for her to take a compliment. “Thank you,” she murmured.

Anna moved on to her next student. Maybe her mother was right; maybe she should have dedicated her life to art. A pang of sadness from Seth made her regret that thought. No, she was meant to be a Justice Keeper. She just hadn’t been a Justice Keeper for the better part of a year. Somewhere along the way, she had let herself become something else. Now, she had to find a way back.

Rilla – the gorgeous woman with long, brown hair – was painting a waterfall. She flinched when she sensed Anna coming up behind her, but she didn’t turn around. It wasn’t the first time she had reacted that way. The lady was remarkably perceptive for someone who lacked a symbiont.

Folding her hands behind her back, Anna pursed her lips as she examined the work. “Well done,” she said. “I like your choice of colour.”

“Thank you, Ms. Lenai.”

Another blush singed Anna’s cheeks. “Just call me Anna,” she pleaded. “We’re all friends here.”

She checked the clock on the wall and suppressed a groan when she realized that class was over. She had come to like this job. Three nights a week, for an hour at a time, she was able to forget about Slade, the Overseers, the war and everything else she would rather not think about.

Anna moseyed back to the teacher’s desk, pausing there with her back to the students. “Great work, everyone,” she said. “Pack up. We’ll see you all next week.”

Her students needed a few moments to put their supplies away. One by one, they filed out of the room, most pausing to say thank you and wish her a good night. When they were gone, she noticed a figure standing in the doorway.

Leaning his shoulder against the door-frame, Jack smiled as he took in the sight of her. “I’m really glad you signed up to teach this class.”

Anna hopped onto the desk, crossing one leg over the other. She gripped the edge with both hands and bent forward with a smile of her own. “Oh? And why is that?” she asked. “You got a thing for teachers?”

“No,” he replied. “But I do like seeing you happy.”

“Aww. So, what brings you by?”

Jack shrugged as he stepped into the room. “I thought I’d walk you home,” he said. “It’s a nice night.”

“Mmm. That sounds lovely.”

Claire was lying on her bed, the last traces of daylight fading from her window, when she felt a shift in the emotional currents that flowed through the house. Her mother was suddenly very concerned about something. And the change had happened less than five minutes after her father showed up.

Claire had known something was wrong when she answered the door. Her dad almost never came by after dinner. She had sensed his apprehension when she saw him standing there on the porch. Not with her talent – the Overseers had done something that made it hard to read Harry’s mind – but she could tell when her father was agitated. He had a kind of restless energy. Something was wrong in his world, and he wouldn’t relax until he fixed it.

Was Melissa still playing chess with Fuzz Bear?

She sensed three minds in her sister’s room.

Exhaling roughly, Claire got up and paced over to the door. She threw it open, stepping out into the hallway. She could hear her parents arguing downstairs, but she couldn’t make out their words. At first, she was tempted to scan Della’s mind, but her mother had told her over and over that she was not to read anyone’s thoughts without permission.

She stormed over to Melissa’s door, knocked once and then let herself in. Her sister and the teddy bear were still sitting on the bed. It was so strange to hear thoughts emanating from a mechanical device. Most of them were completely incomprehensible to her – as alien as a Nassai’s mind – but she heard them nonetheless. Which left her with one inescapable conclusion.

Fuzz Bear was alive.

Melissa looked up sharply, her patience wearing thin. “You need to stop doing that!” she snapped. “What’s the point of knocking if you don’t wait for an invitation to come in?”

“Got it,” Claire said. “I’ll stop knocking.”

“Claire!”

Wincing, Claire spread her hands and then stepped forward. “No time for sister squabbling,” she blurted. “Something’s wrong. Dad is really upset.”

Curling her legs up against her chest, Melissa hugged as she studied Claire. “Dad is always upset about something.”

“This time is different.”

“Why?”

“Because the last time I saw him like this was right after he turned me into a telepath.”

Melissa opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by the sound of Della calling out from downstairs. “Claire! Would you come down here please?”

“Not good. Not good.” There was nothing to do but go and see what her mother wanted. She was grateful when Melissa decided to go with her. Together, they descended the stairs that led down to the living room.

Harry was sitting on the couch that faced the TV, nervously twirling a pen between his fingers. By the look on his face, Claire knew that her fears were valid. Something was very wrong.

Della came out of the kitchen in gray track pants and a navy-blue t-shirt, her hair tied back with a ribbon. She had that stern look in her eyes, the one she got when you came home with a bad report card. “Your father received an interesting call earlier this evening.”

“From who?” Claire asked. “My teacher?”

“No. From Antaur.”

Claire hesitated for a moment, trying to put it all together. “The world where they had that conference,” she said. “Where Dad turned me into a telepath.”

“They’ve offered you a chance to attend a school there,” Harry explained. “A place where they can help you to hone your talent.”

Melissa scrunched up her face as if she smelled something awful. “No,” she said, striding forward to stand next to Harry. “She can’t go there. That planet is like a George Orwell novel on steroids. It’s not safe for her.”

“But I could learn!” Claire protested.

Melissa snarled at her. “This isn’t a ticket to Hogwarts!” she snapped. “They rank everyone by genetic purity, assign you to a social caste that they stamp on your ID card. They decide where you can sit in public, what schools you can attend, what kind of medical care you will receive by a number that tracks your bloodline.”

Claire stuck out her tongue, provoking a few angry mutters from her sister. “Yeah, I know,” she said before Melissa could get all preachy again. “I was there, remember? And I’m a telepath, which means I’m in the highest rank.”

“Oh, so that makes it all right?”

“No,” Claire said. “But they’re not gonna throw me into a ditch and leave me to starve. I’ll probably have bodyguards and other cool stuff.”

“I can’t believe you!” Melissa exclaimed.

“Enough!” Della barked. She marched into the middle of the living room, red-faced with anger, and fixed a deadly glare on each of her daughters. “We are not here to debate this. Claire, you’re not going, and that’s final.”

Melissa looked satisfied. Claire wanted to punch her.

Folding her arms, she sat down next to her father and stared into her lap. “I have to learn!” she moaned. “The Overseers are coming, and I’m the only one who can see them. I need to know how to fight them.”

Spreading her arms wide, Melissa stood there with her mouth hanging open, shaking her head slowly. “You took out a bunch of Dusep’s goons just by thinking it. You kept bragging about it, remember?”

“That was different.”

“How?”

Claire was breathing hard, frantically searching for words to explain. So much of what she experienced every day was indescribable. “Because they were just a bunch of meatheads,” she said. “Keli did most of the work. All I had to do was amplify her, and I’m not even sure how I did that. It just happened.”

Blinking, Claire sat forward with her elbows on her thighs, pressing her fingertips into her temples. “I don’t think the Overseers realized that I could see them,” she went on. “I think I scared them. But when they come, they’re gonna use all their alien gizmos. My little tricks won’t be enough. I have to learn how to fight them!”

“You’re not going to be fighting anyone, young lady,” Della said.

“You’re too young,” Melissa added.

It was only then Claire noticed that her father had been strangely silent throughout this entire argument. Harry usually had to have his say. So, why was he holding back now? He tensed up when he caught her staring.

“Let me guess,” Claire muttered. “You agree with Mom.”

Ignoring her, Harry focused his attention on Della. “I think she should go.”

Della did a double-take. “Excuse me?”

“She’s right,” Harry insisted. “Sooner or later, the Overseers will come, and they’re not going to care that she’s only twelve years old. They may not act directly; they may send Slade or Isara or one of their other minions, but it won’t matter. If they decide that Claire is a threat to their plans, they will eliminate her.”

Harry stood up, putting on a grim expression. “The best defense Claire has is right there in her brain,” he said. “She should learn how to use it.”

He turned to Claire, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. “The headmistress or…principal…I’m not sure what they call it. She said she’d like to speak with you and that we could call her tonight if you’re okay with that.”

Claire nodded.

Rolling up his sleeve, Harry slid his fingers across the screen of his multi-tool. “I just need to find a free SlipGate,” he muttered. “Ah! Here we go. Placing a call to Antaur. It should only take a moment or two.”