Releasing March 1
“We have a … development,” M’kar reported,
stepping onto the bridge less than half an hour after the Defender
settled into orbit around Le’anka. She gestured at the forward viewscreen, where
Anwesta slowly rotated in orbit, growing larger as the ship approached.
“Don’t tell me.” Genys looked around the bridge.
“Granny got on board, despite the newest update to the drac-proof fence?”
“Exact opposite. Ask Axe where all the teacher
dracs are.”
Battleaxe chirped and twisted her head, looking
around the bridge. Genys would have liked to have laughed at her little black
drac’s confusion, but that sort of worried her.
“She can’t find them.”
“On the ship,” M’kar said. “I can’t feel them
anywhere on the ship. I sent out the call and got …” She shrugged. “Not exactly
echoes, but this definite feeling I was shouting into an empty room.”
“They have to be on the station already. Probably
teleported over as soon as we were close enough.” Decker stepped up to join
them. Spitfire crooned and rubbed his cheek with her muzzle, then chirped in
what certainly struck Genys as a relieved tone. “Did you get that?” His eyes
narrowed and he twisted his head to look at his drac.
“An impression they’re gone and not coming back?”
M’kar leaned on the arm of the command chair. “I reached out to the dracs on
the station, and I get a strong impression of a cold shoulder, but with a lot
of regret.” She snorted. “Granny is behind the effort to ignore us. Sour
grapes, I say.”
“Please, Enlo …” Genys stopped herself there. She
had the awful feeling that despite her best efforts, a wide grin was about to
split her face.
“Well, I did get—” M’kar paused, her head cocked
to one side, eyes narrowing, in what was clearly a listening pose. “Dulit’s
contacting me through our dracs …” After a few seconds, she nodded. “It’s
official. The kids are old enough to be on their own. No more overseers.”
“No more spies for Granny,” Decker added.
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