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Authors: M. C. Planck

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Whose ashes were now scattered irretrievably to the void. Whose voices had faded with every year, with every hop. The memory of them had protected her at first, kept her whole and sound while she ran and ran, but each new face she interacted with, only to abandon and never see again, had stolen a piece of that memory, until she had only tatters left. Tatters that could not keep out the cold. And nothing new to sew into a vibrant, living whole.

She looked up at Kyle’s face. Battered and bruised, swollen with red and black lumps. When he grinned at her there was a tooth missing.

She reached out and touched his jaw, stroking it lightly with her fingers, trying to convince herself he was real.

“I’ll live,” he said.

Through the portholes she could see the stars turn into rainbow streaks. They would live.

“I love you,” she said.

Then they found they had not done everything they could. There were still things they could do, for each other.

Very good things.

EPILOGUE

 

The second battle of Kassa was almost as one-sided as the first had been. Altair Fleet, cautious to the point of paranoia, took no chances, and heeded the voice of Cassandra when it came crying to them from the depths of space. Without comm each ship had to fight alone, a single unit instead of a complex whole. But they were ships run by human beings. They
adapted
.

The robotic fighters were confused, diverted, and crushed in detail. The destroyers were pounded into submission. The captured crewmen talked, telling everything, but they didn’t have to. After the first mask came off, Fleet already knew everything they needed to know.

Dejae—the prime minister one, that is—escaped them at the very end. They found him at his desk, wearing a beautiful mother-of-pearl mask with elegant diamond studding and a small, neat hole drilled through the forehead. The needle pistol was still in his hand.

The monks’ intelligence network was impressive. When Fleet dropped out of the sky on Monterey, they were prepared. Garcia’s voice greeted them, his drawl deeply amused at the ironies of fate and happenstance.

“Admiral, the new Dejae Prime asked me to give you a message.
Mistakes were made.
They see that now. And they would very much like to make a deal. They’ve hired me to talk for them, as they’re scared pissless of you.”

Fleet responded by sending troop transports instead of fusion bombs. On the way down, they noticed that the main landing pad was cluttered with biological life-forms.

Two dozen naked old men, handcuffed and cowering. They hid their faces, not their bodies, which was pointless since everyone already knew what they looked like.

When Fleet mentioned this curious oversight, Garcia had an answer for them.

“Dejae Prime apologizes for the refuse littering the landing site. He suggests that a brief pulse from your fusion engines should clear the pad.”

Barbaric, but blood called for blood. In a flash of light the previous administration of Monterey ceased to be a trouble to anyone. A new era in monk-human relations began, under the unlikely but inevitable governorship of Garcia Mendezous.

The first rule Garcia imposed was the loss of the masks. Never again could the monks hide their nature from humanity. They would not be destroyed; their pipettes and flasks could continue to produce what they had come to think of as their children. But from now on they would have to walk with naked faces among men and each other.

Altair assumed the cost of rebuilding Kassa and reparations for the dead. In exchange they gained the secrets of robotics, extending the strength of their feet without increasing their payroll. From anyone but Altair’s point of view, it wasn’t a particularly fair deal, but nobody was heard to complain.

Prudence was offered an admiralty, the head of the scout division. Stanton begged her to take the job, sending her a personal comm from his hospital bed where he was recovering from radiation burns. When she turned it down, they offered her a captaincy and a scout boat. When she turned that down, they bought her a new freighter, a University Exploration commission, and threw in a tax-free trading license to boot.

She was in the process of turning that down, until Kyle caught up with her. Weeks of high-level meetings and state functions had kept him away. She didn’t mind. It was her turn to wait for him.

Even though she had been waiting for him her whole life. She just hadn’t known his name before.

“I don’t want a ship, Kyle. I’ll stay here, with you. Altair needs you as much as I do.” They had promoted him to the head of Interstellar Intelligence Agency, a new organization charged with rooting out the leftover League cells scattered through the sector.

He picked her up in his arms, spun her around, laughing.

“They don’t need me. A stuffed shirt could do this job now. I resigned this morning, Prudence. I came to tell you: I’m coming with you.”

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