His fingers gripped tighter to the edge of the bed. He appreciated that Gornard worried about him but with all his questions it felt his concern was more like an interrogation. They were both responsible for keeping Liora safe. Gornard was her personal guard, and she had placed him as the Commander of her men. He respected her talents and intelligence. She had come a long way from her humble beginnings as a Morzi student to the Master Healer of her people.
“She’s my best friend. That hasn’t changed,” Revris mustered out the words. They sounded more bitter than he had planned. Bitter about her choice in her current lover not for the fact they were friends.
Revris looked up, hearing Gornard snort at the reply. Something about what he had said amused him.
“It’s clear yar feelin’s for her has.” The large man settled himself in the chair across from the bed.
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“When people look back on this – and they will – they’ll remember we didn’t give up. We kept dreaming. That our first, few faltering steps in Andromeda were the beginning of everything they know.”
Dad’s words echoed in my head like a corrupted data file. The overwhelming feeling of needing to succeed rested on our backs. 20,000 lives depended on us to find them a new home. As amazing as that felt… the pressure was high now that we were stuck in a place we knew little about.
The shuttle shuddered in the turbulence of the strange energy cloud that snaked its way across the Heleus Cluster, reaching out towards the world we were supposed to call home. As I looked out the window towards the Ark Hyperion tangled in the branches of the cloud I couldn’t help but feel a wave of dread for what was to come.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to go down. The plan was to sleep for 600 years and wake up in a new galaxy where we wouldn’t have these problems. We were supposed to wake up to new Golden Worlds to turn into the new homes of the Milky Way species and create a diplomatic order around peace and new discovery.
Those plans were now bust. Nothing we had planned was working out so far.
Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of the fogginess I felt from the lingering drugs in my system. Being in stasis for 600 years has its side effects, but being ordered to take part in a mission run by your dad after just waking up from said 600 year nap is another thing.
Tough love? Some would call it that, but it was more trying to live up to the Ryder name. My father back in the Milky Way had been an N7 – a respected soldier of the Alliance – until his dishonorable discharge. Somehow he had been given the chance to become the Human Pathfinder to the Initiative. His mission now, to find a new home, and as his daughter that was big shoes to fill.
With a deep breath, I looked out the window again towards the snaking energy anomaly. We wouldn’t have even considered touching down on Habitat 7 if our Ark wasn’t stuck in that mess. We were supposed to go to the Nexus, meeting ground for all the Arks travelling to the Andromeda Galaxy. Another thing that didn’t work out.
Captain Dunn, the one responsible for getting our Ark to safety, wasn’t able to contact the Nexus and so now we were heading to explore a home that by first glance looked like a death trap. I signed up for adventure, so I guess I got exactly what I was looking for.
“How’s your brother doing?” Fisher’s voice buzzed away in the earpiece of my helmet. I glanced over my shoulder to see him sitting behind the pilot’s seat.
Fisher had been one of the Pathfinder Team members I had gotten to meet back in the Milky Way. He was friends with my twin brother, Scott. They met on some mission or at some conference while watching over one of the Relays. He was a good shot but shit at poker – or so I was told.
“Lexi says he’s stable – she has to put him in a coma until his brain starts working right… or something like that.” I tried to explain, unsure if what I was saying was even making any sense.
Waking from stasis is like waking up after a long, hard night of drinking. Your body feels heavy, breathing makes you want to vomit, and every sound is louder than it actually is. Pair that with people poking you and asking you questions it isn’t easy to think straight, yet along form coherent sentences. After two cups of coffee I still felt like shit, but according to the doctors and my SAM implant I was normal. Normal, of course, was great until our ship marooned on the anomaly knocking out gravity in the cryo bay and causing my brother’s stasis pod to malfunction. Normal quickly went downhill from there.
“You know Scott – he’s stubborn as hell, I wouldn’t worry about ‘im.” Fisher gave me a thumbs up before turning back to manning the coms that kept us in contact with Shuttle One – where my dad and his second-in-command, Cora, was.
I didn’t want to tell Fisher that wasn’t I too worried about Scott. My mind was busy digesting everything it had gone through prior to stepping foot on the shuttle. I was trying to psych myself up for what was to come. My brother was safe on the Hyperion under the care of the best doctors in the Andromeda Galaxy. What worried me was the mysteries awaiting me and the rest of the Pathfinder Team on what was supposed to be ‘New Earth’.
“I hate that guy!” Revris shouted, throwing his glove against the wall. He had held his tongue and his patience for the sake of not making a scene.
Gornard leaned against the wall, watching his God-brother stewing after the snarky remark Cael had made in the hall. The Northern Prince may have been accepting of Liora but after his experience on the front lines against the southern soldiers, Cael wasn’t so pleasant to others of the southern lands. Revris wasn’t like the other snakes Gornard had met. He kept to himself and rarely spoke to anyone outside the Six unless he had to.
“No, what yah’re feelin’ is jealousy, not hatred. There’s a difference.” Gornard grumbled, watching the man throw his second glove against the wall before sinking into the mattress at the end of his bed.
“Jealous? Why the hell would I be jealous?” Revris snipped, pulling off his boots and kicking them across the room. “I have nothing to be jealous about.”
“That there is bullshit and yah know it.” Gornard smirked, shaking his head at noticing Revris’s amber eyes narrow at the tone of his cocky retort.