Shattered Heavens Core Story

The gentle hum of The Bright Light’s engines thrummed softly through the ship’s superstructure, a constant vibration that seemed to echo in Adric’s chest as he stepped onto the bridge. The scene was familiar—holographic interfaces glowed with quiet precision, officers murmured at their stations, and the faint scent of ionized air from the environmental systems lingered in the background. It was a tableau of routine, yet today it all felt different, almost charged with an unseen energy.

Adric kept his expression calm, but excitement coursed through him, quickening his pulse. After nine long years away, he was finally going home. Soon, his boots would touch Nemani soil once again. He could already picture the majestic Watcher’s Eye Gate looming against the sky, a sight he hadn’t realized how much he missed until now. Memories of Canatol’s lush forests and crystalline rivers flooded his mind, vivid and intoxicating, momentarily blurring the hum of activity around him.

A quiet warmth spread through him at the thought of his family and friends who were surely planning a celebration. Imagining their smiles and laughter made his heart ache with longing. He could almost hear Lyara’s teasing voice, playful and full of affection, chiding him for how much he’d changed. He could picture his father, Kusi, with his steady, measured tone, recounting stories of his youth. And his mother, Seryn , would be there, arms open wide, her embrace as comforting as the hearth of their home.

The anticipation welling up inside him, was nearly unbearable.

Not all his emotions were joyous however. Beneath the excitement, a bittersweet undertone wove through his thoughts as Adric glanced at Captain Raki seated in the command chair at the center of the bridge . This would be his last duty shift aboard The Bright Light. Each passing moment felt heavier, a reminder that his final hours with this extraordinary crew were slipping away. Most of the crew were also slated for reassignment, and would soon be scattered across the vastness of the galaxy. He would miss them all deeply. But most of all, he would miss Raki, the Eliad captain, who with his sharp wit and profound wisdom, had become an incomparable mentor during Adric’s service.

The captain’s commanding presence anchored the bridge. Seated in his chair, positioned to swivel effortlessly toward any officer, Raki watched over the crew with his reflective, steady gaze. His quiet authority carried an air of reassurance that had guided them through countless missions. As the Brightlight approached The Nemani System, he pressed a button on his armrest , and a soft alarm rippled through the ship, signaling to the crew that they had arrived. Adric felt his heart quicken as the large 3D holographic display filled the bridge, revealing the Watcher’s Eye Gate in all its glory.

The Gate dominated the whole bridge, its swirling center shimmering like glass. He strained his eyes instinctively, searching the eye of the Gate for a glimpse of Volti —the deity who, according to Nemani tradition, watched over them from his celestial throne .

The sight of the Watcher's Eye always filled him with the same peace, love, and security he felt as a child, sitting beside his mother during her stories of Volti’s guidance. It was more than a symbol; it was a connection to his roots, to the faith that had shaped him.

As the Nemani system came into view, a surge of emotion broke through the carefully maintained calm Adric had carried for so long. Home. The word echoed in his mind, filling him with a belonging so profound it threatened to overwhelm him. A lump rose in his throat, and he swallowed hard, willing himself to stay composed. For a brief moment, the bridge blurred—not from tears, but from the confluence of memory and anticipation, the past and future colliding in a single, breathtaking instant.

But in that moment, just as Captain Raki began crafting the message to the Nemanoi CEO to request approach clearance, the Watcher's Eye Gate flickered ominously. Its swirling, radiant light dimmed and faltered, collapsing inward as though siphoned by an unseen force. A tense silence gripped the bridge, every officer frozen in place, their eyes riveted to the display. Then, with a crackling flash that reverberated through the ship’s superstructure, the Gate exploded outward in a dazzling burst of energy.

The brilliance was blinding, painting the bridge in stark whites and shifting shadows, while bright colors danced like fragments of a shattered prism. Adric instinctively shielded his eyes, his stomach twisting as his mind grappled with what he was witnessing.

When the display recalibrated, the Gate’s image resolved into focus once more. But something fundamental had changed. At its core, the swirling light now churned with an erratic, volatile energy that seemed alive, almost sentient.

Then it emerged.

An object broke through the vortex—a shimmering, alien vessel streaking from the Gate’s heart like it had been birthed by the cosmos itself.

“Unknown vessel,” Emi reported, her voice remarkably steady despite the palpable tension. With a practiced motion, she flicked the holographic image onto a 2D display, sharpening its details for all to see.

Adric leaned forward, his breath catching in his throat. The ship was small, but its design defied comparison. Its hull shimmered with an iridescent sheen that seemed to ripple and shift, like liquid metal imbued with sentient intent. Its lines were elegant yet alien, blending grace and power in a way that evoked both awe and unease.

Murmurs rippled through the bridge as officers exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of fascination and concern. Adric’s thoughts churned, struggling to reconcile what he was seeing. No one could pass through the Gate and survive. That truth had been etched into Nemanoi history for centuries, an unbroken law of their existence. Any vessel that dared breach the Gate’s core was annihilated, reduced to nothing but it's molecules by the immense and unpredictable forces.

And yet, here it was—a vessel, whole and unscathed, radiating an undeniable purpose.

Could it be... a Celestial Chariot?

The thought struck Adric like lightning, a shiver racing down his spine. Childhood memories surged unbidden—his aunt’s voice recounting ancient tales of divine vessels descending from the heavens, heralds of prosperity and gifts beyond imagining. These legendary Chariots were said to carry Volti's emmisaries, their arrival a sign of divine favor.

Adric’s gaze remained locked on the mysterious vessel, a sense of wonder and trepidation warring within him. Whatever this was, its presence was both impossible and undeniable. The bridge remained in hushed suspense, the weight of the moment pressing on them all like the calm before a storm.

Adric’s throat tightened, his breaths shallow. Could this be a blessing from Volti himself? Of all days, why now—on the eve of his return home? His pulse quickened with anticipation, and for a fleeting moment, he let himself believe. His homecoming could transform into something far greater than he’d ever imagined. It could become a moment of divine revelation.

The hum of the bridge faded into the background as Captain Raki’s firm, commanding voice cut through the stunned silence. “Open a channel to the approaching vessel,” he ordered, his tone steady despite the tension that gripped the room.

Adric snapped back to the present, wrenching his focus from the alien ship to the here and now. Jabari touched his wrist quickly and then selected from a holographic menu that appeared in the air in front of him. A moment later, a shimmering figure materialized in the center of the bridge, directly before Captain Raki’s chair.

Adric froze, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight. The figure was striking but his mannerisms were almost mischievous. His deep burgundy-red skin seemed to glow faintly under the bridge's dim lighting, and his golden eyes burned with a sharp intensity that felt both ancient and all-seeing. Curly dark brown hair framed his face in a cascade of soft yet wild tendrils, and his sharp, elfin ears angled upward, lending him an air of otherworldly authority. A slight, grin played at his lips, contrasting the sheer gravity of his presence.

It was unmistakable. The Great Sovereign of Nemanoi legend stood before them.

Adric’s knees hit the deck before he realized what he was doing, his body responding instinctively to years of faith. His heart pounded as he bowed his head low, breaths shallow and uneven. Training and composure, even his position as a First Officer, melted away under the sheer weight of the reverence that gripped him.

It's Him, Adric thought, his mind spinning, awash in awe and disbelief. It must be him. Volti has come.

The air seemed thicker, the hum of the ship more distant, as if the universe itself held its breath. The bridge grew eerily silent. All eyes turned toward Adric, their surprise visible, but he didn’t notice. His focus was singular—his god was here, standing before him, what could it all mean?

Captain Raki, unshaken, regarded the holographic figure with his usual steady composure. “My name is Captain Raki of The Alliance Starship Bright Light. State your intentions,” he said, his tone polite but firm.

The figure smiled—a disarming, playful grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth. His posture was relaxed, his stance almost casual, with one hand resting on his hip. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes, as though the entire situation was a private joke he wasn’t yet ready to share.

“I am Captain Elendril of the Solar Destiny,” he said, his voice lilting with a musical quality. “I come in peace, seeking conversation and perhaps a little company.”

Adric’s voice trembled as he interjected, still kneeling. “Apologies my Lord,” he said, speaking over Raki as though his captain wasn’t even present. “This man’s captain is unaware he is speaking to the Great Sovereign Volti."

At this, Elendril’s grin widened, and his shoulders shook with quiet laughter. “Volti?” he echoed, tilting his head as though savoring the name. “That's a name I did not expect to hear in this universe.” He crouched slightly, peering at Adric with open curiosity, like a scholar examining an ancient artifact. “But no, my friend. I’m just a humble ship captain.”

Raki raised an eyebrow but remained composed. “Humble ship captain or not," he said, "you’ve got one of my officers kneeling before you. Who is this Volti?”

Elendril straightened, his expression turning mock-serious. “Oh, that? Just a little misunderstanding, I’m sure. But,” he said, turning his attention back to Adric, “if you’ll permit me, Captain, I’d be delighted to meet this fine young man in person. It seems he has quite a story to tell.”

Raki glanced at Adric, who was still on one knee, then back to Elendril. With a flick of his wrist, he activated the transport command. “Step into the holographic interface,” Raki said. “It’ll bring you directly to our bridge.”

Elendril’s hologram gave an exaggerated bow before vanishing. A moment later, the air shimmered, and Elendril materialized in the center of the bridge, standing where his hologram had been. He was even more striking in person, his auburn curls catching the light as his large pointed ears twitched slightly, adding to his impish charm. His movements were fluid, almost theatrical, and his dark mahogany skin seemed to glow faintly under the bridge’s lights.

He approached Adric with an easy, playful confidence, clasping his hands behind his back. “Well now,” Elendril began, his tone warm and teasing. “Let’s start with your name, shall we?”

Adric rose shakily, visibly torn between awe and confusion. “I am Adric Balme, First Officer of The Bright Light, child of Kusi the greatest of Nemanoi glass blowing artisans, and a humble servant of Volti.”

Elendril tilted his head, studying Adric with genuine interest. “Adric,” he repeated, savoring the name. “Tell me, what exactly do you believe about me—or rather, about Volti?”

Adric hesitated, glancing briefly at Raki before answering. “Volti is the Great Sovereign, the protector of the Nemanoi people,” he began, his voice trembling slightly. “It is said that he watches over us from the Watcher’s Eye Gate, granting us peace and prosperity. His presence ensures the balance of our world. He created Nemani, opened the Gate so he could care for us, and values honesty and integrity in all of our dealings. When we die, we believe we travel through the Watcher's Eye to live with him and our ancestors.”

Elendril’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. “And you’ve always believed these things?”

“Yes,” Adric said firmly, reverence threading through the word. “From childhood, I was taught that Volti’s love and protection are the cornerstone of our survival.”

Elendril nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s fascinating, really,” he said, almost to himself. “How stories change and grow over time.”

Adric’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Elendril’s smile softened, and a wistfulness crept into his demeanor, tempering the mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Volti,” he began, his voice taking on a quiet gravity, “was one of my people’s greatest Sovereigns. His leadership, his vision—they were unparalleled. He was the last Sovereign before the Empire’s shadow fell over us. When the Empire severed our connections, isolating us from the galaxy, it was Volti who kept us going. He led us through an era of profound hardship, stockpiling resources, safeguarding our scientific discoveries, and making preparations we couldn’t fully comprehend at the time. Without his wisdom and foresight, my people would not have survived.” He paused, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of pride and sadness.

Then, his tone shifted, lightening slightly. “There’s also another myth about him,” he continued, a playful note returning to his voice. “It’s said that he wielded a magical staff and, in a moment of divine inspiration, pierced a hole in the sky. On the other side of the sky, through that hole, he found a sanctuary—a world inhabited by a kind and noble people.”

Elendril’s gaze swept over Adric then, his expression tinged with thoughtful amusement. “The depictions I’ve seen of those people in our ancient texts,” he mused, his lips curving into a wry smile, “bear a striking resemblance to you.”

Adric stared at him, his mind reeling. “So you are saying... you’re not Volti?”

Elendril chuckled, stepping back and spreading his arms theatrically. “I’m saying I’m me. Elendril, captain of a fine ship and explorer of the stars. Volti wasn’t a god—but he was an extraordinary leader. And as for the Gate,” he added with a sly grin, “it seems the stories are true. He did open a hole in the sky. And on the other side I think, he found your people, Adric.

Raki, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and amusement, finally spoke. “Captain Elendril, if you’re done turning my officer’s world upside down, I’d appreciate an explanation for your sudden appearance.”

Elendril turned to Raki, his grin returning. “Ah, yes. Business before philosophy. My apologies, Captain. "Let’s just say it’s long been believed in my world that the Gate cannot be traversed," Elendril said, his voice carrying a weight that silenced the room. He clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes scanning the faces of the crew, lingering on Adric. "It’s a boundary etched into the stories of my people—a barrier between worlds, sealed by time and tradition. But today... I’ve proven otherwise." His smile returned, sharper this time, with a flicker of pride glinting in his expression.

He began to pace, his steps unhurried and deliberate, each movement carrying an almost hypnotic grace. "Your people—the Nemanoi, is that what you call them?—were once dismissed as mere myth, a story shared in hushed tones among scholars and dreamers alike." Stories of a people who lived beyond the Gate, their lives defined by honesty, and integrity, with a balance of spirit we could only envy. For centuries, we assumed those tales were just that: stories. But standing here, looking at all of you—and Adric especially—I can see the truth staring back at me."

Elendril stopped in front of Adric, his gaze softening. "My Sovereign will be eager to hear of this discovery. Reconnecting with the Nemanoi could mean more than bridging a cultural divide—it could change the course of history. Our galaxy, fractured and struggling in the aftermath of the Empire's fall, is in desperate need of allies. Trade routes are scarce, trust even scarcer. But who better to bridge that gap than you, Adric?" He gestured toward the young officer, his smile now warm, almost paternal. "A man with one foot in the past and one in the present. A man whose heart carries the spirit of his people and whose courage has already brought us to this moment." Elendril paused, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, as though the weight of his next words pressed heavily on him. "Perhaps this is not just about trade or alliances. Perhaps this is about mending something much deeper—a wound left open far too long."

Adric looked at Elendril, he was torn between awe and doubt. His mind acknowledged that this man couldn’t possibly be his god, but his soul wasn’t ready to let go yet. He would need some time to reconcile what he had heard with the faith he’d carried for so long. For now, he set his turmoil aside. There was work to do.

“Captain, if we’re going to introduce Elendril to the CEO and the Board, I’d recommend having the teams review the Nemanoi cultural protocols from the database,” Adric said, his voice steady despite the storm churning within him, there are some important things the team should know about my people.

Captain Raki nodded with approval. “Good call, Officer Balme. Prep a briefing file for the team. You are right, we will need to tread carefully.”

Adric nodded. He quickly pulled up the Nemanoi archives on his infoslate, scanning for anything that might help in the coming negotiations. The room hummed with low conversation as each bridge officer worked at their own station, but Adric barely heard any of it.

As he worked, his thoughts wandered. Every mention of Volti’s supposed divine guidance in the records stung like a thorn lodged beneath his skin. He finished compiling the briefing notes but could no longer ignore the tightening knot in his chest.

“Captain,” he said, “I’ve completed the file and forwarded it to the comms team. With your permission, I’d like to take a moment in my quarters.”

Raki’s gaze lingered on him for a moment, searching. Then he nodded. “Go. But don’t shut yourself off for too long, Adric. There’s still more to do.”

“Yes, sir,” Adric said, bowing his head slightly before exiting the bridge.

Adric entered his quarters and exhaled, the air suddenly felt much heavier. He settled cross-legged in the middle of the dimly lit room, the hum of the ship’s systems a constant backdrop. The soft glow of a meditation sphere cast rippling patterns across the walls, but his mind refused to settle. Tika, his Kivu companion, perched on his lap, nuzzling her small, fuzzy head against his arm. He stroked her absentmindedly, his fingers tracing the ridges of her long ears.

His thoughts spiraled. Everything he’d believed, everything that had grounded him since childhood, was unraveling. Volti, the benevolent god watching over Nemani, wasn’t a god at all. He was an alien sovereign from another world—a flawed, mortal being and his worldmate didn’t even seem to take the Nemanoi faith seriously.

Adric closed his eyes and tried to focus on the meditative chant he’d learned as a boy. His voice faltered. How could he seek balance now, knowing the foundation of his faith was a lie? Tika chirped softly, sensing his distress, and Adric sighed, pulling her closer.

"At least you’re real," he murmured, burying his face in her fur, "No divine revelations. No hidden agenda, Just… you."

Elendril approached Captain Raki with an uncharacteristically serious expression. “I need to contact the Byni leadership,” he said, his usual playful tone replaced with quiet urgency.

Raki nodded thoughtfully. “You can use the Ready Room,” he offered, gesturing toward the private space adjoining the bridge.

“Much appreciated,” Elendril replied, inclining his head with a faint smile.

Inside the Ready Room, Elendril activated the Starweave Array, inputting a series of intricate communication codes into the system. As the array hummed to life, he took a seat at the captain's desk, his fingers idly tracing the edge of its smooth surface while he waited. Moments later, the air before him shimmered, and the holographic figures of the Byni Council began to coalesce, their forms flickering into existence one by one.

“Councilors,” Elendril began, his tone warm with a hint of his usual charm, “I bring news of success. The expedition of the Solar Destiny through the gate has yielded... extraordinary possibilities.”

The council members leaned forward, their expressions bright with anticipation as Elendril recounted the events. He described the initial voyage, told a little bit about how they found the harmonic tech and the anchor, and then about the gate itself, and the awe-inspiring discoveries on the other side. Their excitement was palpable, and for a brief moment, Elendril felt a surge of satisfaction at their reactions.

Then, his tone shifted, growing more measured. “But there’s something else—something... complicated. I’ve made contact with a Nemanoi officer aboard this ship, Adric Balme. Our interaction was revealing, to say the least.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing. “It seems our legends were true—Volti really did visit this side of the gate and found allies here. But when he didn’t return, and so many years passed while Byn was under Itheria’s rule, the story of his visit has evolved into a religion. Among the Nemanoi, Volti is no longer just a historical figure; he is a god.”

Elendril’s eyes flickered with intensity as he leaned forward. “When Adric saw my holographic image, he believed I was Volti incarnate. He dropped to his knees without hesitation. While I managed to correct the misunderstanding, it’s clear this has shaken him. He’s struggling to reconcile his faith with the truth—or at least with what he’s seen and learned today.”

Elendril’s voice softened, carrying a thoughtful edge. “Adric is unlike anyone I’ve encountered. He’s deeply devout, yes, but he's not blind. There’s a curiosity in him, a spark of something more. He doesn’t just follow; he questions, searching for meaning even within his faith.”

The council exchanged uneasy glances, their initial excitement giving way to trepidation.

“This is... delicate,” Councilor Sivara said, her voice quiet. “If the Nemanoi learn the truth, their entire societal structure could collapse. From what you have said it could be that their faith defines them.”

Elendril sat back, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk as he absorbed the gravity of her statement. “I understand the risks,” he said finally. “But keeping them in the dark—pretending to be something I’m not—feels... wrong. Manipulative.”

The Sovereign, a slightly majestic figure with deep brown hair and piercing eyes, leaned forward, his presence commanding even in holographic form. “We cannot afford to destabilize an entire planet. Not now. The trade routes we could establish with the Nemanoi would bolster Myrios immensely. You must tread carefully, Captain Elendril.”

Elendril folded his hands under his chin, his tone uncharacteristically subdued. “So, what’s the play here? Do I lie? Pretend to be Volti reincarnate and lead them to trade with us out of devotion? Or do I tell the truth and risk throwing their entire world into chaos?”

The council fell silent, their holographic images flickering faintly in the tense pause. Finally, the Sovereign spoke again, his voice calm but firm. “You’re an explorer, Elendril. Explore all your options and if you can, find a way to guide them without deceit—but ensure their cooperation. We’re trusting your judgment.”

The other council members nodded in agreement, and one by one, their images blinked out, leaving Elendril alone in the Ready Room, for a moment at least.

Adric had been walking past the Captain's Ready Room when he heard Elendril’s voice through the slightly open door. The mention of his people stopped him in his tracks, and he edged closer, his heart pounding.

“Do I lie?” Elendril’s words hit him like a physical blow.

Adric leaned against the wall, his breath shallow as he listened. They were debating his people’s future—his faith—like it was a strategic puzzle. His chest tightened with anger.

Just as the last council member blinked out he burst into the room. “You don’t get to decide that!” He shouted. He glared at Elendril, his anger simmering, so near the boiling point. “You’re not a god." He accused, "You’re not even a good person!”

Elendril turned, startled, but his expression quickly softened. “Ah, Adric. I was wondering if you might have heard some of that.”

His grin returned, but it was tinged with sadness. “You’re right. I’m not a god. And I never claimed to be perfect. But you and I? We’re not so different. We’re just two people trying to make sense of a messy galaxy.”

Adric’s fists clenched. “You think you can manipulate an entire planet? My people aren’t pawns for you to move around on some kind of intergalactic chessboard.”

Elendril rose, his eyes gleaming. “I’m trying to do what’s best for everyone, Adric. The Myrios universe is starving. They need Nemanoi’s trade as much as the Nemanoi might need perspective. But no, I’m not interested in lies. Just looking for solutions.”

Adric scowled at Elendril, his anger barely contained. "Solutions? By lying outright? Something Sovereign Volti would never do, or by dismantling our faith, you would take away everything we've ever known" Adric shouted.

Elendril took a step closer, his voice calm but firm. "Your faith doesn’t have to die, Adric. Truth doesn’t destroy belief—it reshapes it. You have the chance to decide what your people take forward. The question is, are you willing to fight for that evolution, or will you cling to the comfort of what’s familiar?"

Adric felt the weight of those words, but his frustration refused to yield. "You don’t understand. Nemani’s faith is more than stories—it’s surety, identity, purpose. Without it, we’re just…just .. lost."

Elendril tilted his head, studying Adric intently. "Maybe so," he said softly. "But is blind faith really surety? Or is it fear of the unknown? I don’t claim to have the answers, Adric. But I know this—if Nemani is to survive, it must evolve. That evolution can start with you."

Adric’s mind reeled. He wanted to shout, to argue, to demand answers that made some kind of sense of the chaos swirling within him. But instead, he turned on his heel and stormed out, the door sliding shut behind him.

Back in his quarters, the storm inside Adric raged unabated. He paced the small room, his thoughts a tangle of anger, sorrow, and doubt. Tika chittered nervously from her perch on the bed, watching him with wide eyes. Finally, he stopped, his hands gripping the edge of the desk.

"Volti, if you’re listening," he whispered, his voice breaking. "What do I do?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

For the first time, Adric felt truly alone.

Adric replayed Elendril’s words in his mind. Tika chirped softly, tilting her head as if urging him to think deeper. Adric took a steadying breath.

His training as an officer kicked in. The Byni weren’t gods or monsters—they were just another culture, flawed and struggling like everyone else. Elendril wasn’t Volti, but perhaps he wasn’t the villain Adric made him out to be either.

Adric resolved to confront his doubts head-on. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before stepping into the hallway and making his way back to the bridge. When he arrived Elendril was standing near the central console, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp with focus as he and Captain Raki discussed the state of the Myrios Universe.

The low hum of conversation halted as Adric entered. Raki turned, his sharp gaze settling on Adric. Concern flickered across the Captain's face, but he remained silent, keeping his expression composed. His stance was professional, hands loosely clasped behind his back, but his subtle nod told Adric he was ready to listen—if Adric chose to speak.

Adric hesitated for a moment, his earlier frustration now replaced by something quieter, more conflicted. The weight of everything he had learned pressed heavily on him, yet the storm of anger had passed, leaving in its wake only questions and the fragile beginnings of resolve. He stepped closer, straightening his uniform out of habit as he squared his shoulders.

“The people of Myrios are really hurting aren't they?” Adric asked, his voice steady but low.

Elendril turned, his expression softening. “Yes, and we are desperate enough that we’re risking everything to make new allies,” he said. “Including coming through your Watcher’s Eye Gate. That wasn’t an easy decision, I assure you.”

Adric nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting Elendril’s eyes again. “We were taught that the Gate couldn’t be crossed. That it was a boundary no one could breach. But now… now I don’t know what to believe anymore. Everything feels… fragile.”

Captain Raki shifted slightly but still held his silence, respecting the personal nature of Adric’s words. Yet his calm, attentive presence provided a quiet reassurance, and the steadying force could be felt in the room.

Adric drew in a deep breath, clenching his fists at his sides before exhaling and releasing the tension. “I may not understand everything yet,” he continued, his tone firmer now, “but I know this: If the Nemanoi can make a difference, I want to be part of it. If my people’s legacy is to be more than a story, then it’s time we lived up to that.”

Elendril studied him for a moment, the sharpness in his gaze softening into approval. “It won’t be easy,” he said, his voice carrying a weight that underscored his words. “The galaxy isn’t the same as the one our ancestors knew. Trust is hard to come by, and alliances are fragile things. But if you’re willing to help, Adric, it could change everything—for both our peoples.”

Adric straightened, a flicker of determination igniting in his eyes. “Then I’ll help,” he said firmly. “But we’ll do it honestly, or not at all. Whatever part I play in this, it will be in truth.”

Elendril’s lips curved into a genuine smile, one devoid of mischief for the first time. He extended his hand, a gesture both simple and profound. “Fair enough,” he said, his tone carrying quiet respect.

As Adric shook Elendril’s hand, Captain Raki observed silently, his expression unreadable. He refrained from probing further, understanding that Adric’s journey was deeply personal. Yet in his silence, there was again that steadying presence that Adric knew so well, a promise of support should he need it.

Adric stood at the observation deck’s edge, the vast expanse of stars stretching endlessly before him. Their light seemed softer now, less like the fiery beacons of discovery he had admired as a child and more like quiet witnesses to his inner turmoil. He folded his arms, leaning slightly against the cold railing, and let out a slow breath. The hum of The Bright Light faded into the background, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Christine’s voice broke the silence, soft and full of warmth. Adric turned to see her leaning against the doorframe, a steaming mug in her hand. “Figured I’d find you here.” she said.

Adric managed a small smile. “Needed a little perspective, I guess.”

Christine stepped closer, her gaze following his to the stars outside. “Big decisions always feel smaller when you put them next to all... that.” She gestured vaguely toward the void. “But you still look like you’re carrying a neutron star on your shoulders.”

He chuckled softly. “Maybe half a star. What brings you up here?”

She sipped her drink before answering, her eyes sharp with curiosity and care. “Well, there’s a rumor going around the labs. Word is, Captain Raki’s been tapped for the flagship Electhor.”

Adric straightened, his brow furrowing. “Oh really? Is he taking it?”

Christine shrugged, her expression playful but knowing. “Yes, and apparently, he requested a full transfer. If that's true, the whole crew is going with him. If you decided to stick around you could come too. Sure would be easier than joining a whole new crew.”

Relief flooded Adric’s features, softening the tension around his eyes. “That would be... good,” he admitted. “I don’t know if I’m ready to leave this life behind. Not yet, but the thought of starting over on another ship has kept me from making that decision.”

Christine smiled, her hand resting lightly on his arm. “Well, we’re all here for you, Adric—whatever you decide. That’s what this crew does. We’ve got your back.”

Adric gave her a grateful nod. “Thanks, Christine. That means more than I can say.”

For a moment, they stood in silence, the stars outside continuing their timeless vigil. Adric felt a spark of hope reignite within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could navigate the path ahead.

The corridor leading to the captain's ready room felt longer than usual as Adric approached. Christine’s words played on repeat in his mind—Raki ’s been reassigned to the Electhor, and he requested a full crew transfer. It sounded too good to be true. But if it was true, it would be the stability he needed, a sign that he could continue his starship career without abandoning the support system of his crew.

He tapped the panel outside Captain Raki’s door. After a moment, the door slid open, revealing Raki seated behind his desk, reviewing reports on an InfoSlate. The captain looked up, his sharp gaze softening slightly at the sight of Adric.

“Commander Balme,” Raki said, setting the slate aside. “What can I do for you?”

Adric stepped inside, and the door whispering closed behind him. He clasped his hands behind his back, trying to steady his voice. “Sir, I heard a rumor, and I’d like to confirm it. Is it true that you’ve been reassigned to the Electhor? And that you’ve requested the entire crew transfer with you?”

Raki’s brow lifted slightly, but his demeanor remained composed. “Word travels fast,” he remarked, leaning back in his chair. “Yes, the reassignment order came through yesterday. As for the crew transfer—” He paused, his tone shifting to something gentler. “I put in the request because I trust this crew. And I believe they trust me. It seemed... logical to bring that cohesion to the flagship. Are you considering staying on?”

Adric nodded, "Yes Sir, especially considering the events of today I think I might."

"Well, you would be more than welcome." Raki said with a smile.

Adric felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Relief swept through him, along with a flicker of gratitude. “Thank you, sir,” he said, the words carrying more meaning than he could express.

Raki studied him for a moment. “I’m not blind, Commander. I know this has been a challenging time for you. But I also know you’re resilient. You’ve proven that time and again.”

Adric nodded, swallowing the lump forming in his throat. “I appreciate that, Captain. Knowing we’re staying together—it makes a difference.”

Raki gave a small, approving nod. “Good. Now, if that’s all, I’d suggest you take a moment for yourself. These transitions can be as demanding as they are exciting.”

Adric straightened. “Yes, sir. And... thank you.”

As Adric exited the ready room, the knot in his chest had loosened. The prospect of serving on the flagship Electhor with Captain Raki and the rest of the crew felt like a step forward—a new chapter with familiar faces. It was exactly what he needed. And it gave him the strength to face the conversation that awaited him on Nemani.

Adric ’s message to his family was brief, but its weight was undeniable. He had made his decision. He informed them that he was making his starship posting a permanent career. As much as he wanted to explain the depths of his crisis of faith, he kept it as concise as possible. He told them that he had met Elendril, and in doing so, he had learned the truth: Volti was not a god, but a long-dead world leader from a distant planet. He couldn’t live in a world governed by a deity he now knew to be false, so he had chosen a path that allowed him to help others as much as he could. He had accepted a new posting on a different starship and would be leaving with the Electhor in a couple days joining his crew onboard the flagship of the fleet.

The reply came swiftly, its sharpness cutting through the silence like a blade.

“You’ve abandoned everything we stand for.” Kusi spat. "Now ten years of glass blowing apprenticeship wasted and for what? So you can go out there and live like a heathen?"

Adric’s chest tightened, the words striking deeper than he expected. “Father, you don’t understand,” he said, his voice cracking. “The Watcher’s Eye Gate—Volti—it’s not what we thought. I met Elendril. He’s—”

“Enough!” Kusi’s voice was a thunderclap, cold and final. “You’ve been corrupted by their lies. The Nemanoi people must remain faithful. We should stop sending our children to the Galactic Alliance Academy if this is going to be the result.”

Adric felt the weight of his father’s words settle in his bones. “Father, please. The galaxy is bigger than Nemani. We have a chance to help others—and ourselves.”

But Kusi’s resolve was unwavering. There was no room for compromise in his voice. Slowly, intentionally, he raised his right hand to the side of his face and intoned the words no child on Nemani ever wants to hear. “You are no son of mine, I declare Rivael.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The whole room went dark as Kusi's hologram evaporated, and in that moment, Adric felt the floor drop out from under him. His father’s words weren’t hasty. This wasn’t just anger or disappointment; it was a formal declaration. He had been disinherited.

Adric sat frozen, the weight of everything that had changed settling upon him like a heavy blanket. The implications of Kusi’s words were clear. If he chose to leave again, there would be no coming back—not unless he abandoned starships and the Alliance completely, unless he gave up the very future he had come to see as his own, and for what? To blow glass for a living all his days. He did enjoy his art, and he was very good at it, but there was so much more that he wanted to do with his life, especially now that he knew about the troubles in the Myrios Universe.

Tika curled into his lap, a soft presence in the silence. Adric let the stillness wash over him, feeling the sting of loss but also something else—a strange clarity, as if the burden of his decision had been lifted, and the path forward was now clearer than ever.

Adric’s footsteps echoed softly in the corridor as he walked from his quarters back to the bridge, his mind still heavy from the conversation with his father.

He pushed the thought aside and focused on his destination—The Bright Light's bridge.

When he arrived, the hum of the command center greeted him, along with the low murmur of conversation. Captain Raki was speaking with several officers, including Elendril, their voices carrying the weight of quiet but important discussion.

"...a full crew transfer, all hands on deck for the Electhor,” Raki was saying, his voice firm but calm. His posture was one of a leader who had seen it all, yet there was an underlying tension, showing that he felt the major responsibility of this new assignment.

Adric’s presence didn’t go unnoticed. Raki offered him a quick nod, signaling for him to join them.

"Adric, good timing," he said. "We were just discussing the upcoming transfer. The Electhor has a lot of hard work ahead. Elendril will show us what we need to know to get through the Watcher's Eye Gate then we’re heading into the Myrios Universe to assist with recovery efforts. There are some planets there in desperate need of aid, especially with ecosystem restoration."

Elendril nodded gravely, his eyes locked on the Captain as he spoke, his voice smooth and measured. "Some worlds will require more than just aid," he said, turning slightly toward Adric. "They need the rebuilding of entire atmospheres. Terraforming technologies will need to be used to balance the delicate ecosystems. We’ll be tasked with planting forests, restoring lost ecosystems, and in some cases, reintroducing species that haven't seen their worlds in centuries."

Adric felt a pang of concern. “It’s a massive undertaking. How will we even begin to stabilize ecosystems that have been lost for so long?” Adric’s gaze shifted to Elendril, who continued with a sense of urgency. "These missions are essential, Adric. We must restore the balance of life. The Empire’s actions have devastated their ecosystems. They stripped resources without any regard for the delicate balance of the planets they exploited. Some worlds are little more than barren rocks now, and even those have been stripped of their minerals."

As they talked the conversation shifted to logistical plans, and many of them had similar concerns, with regard to Itheria.

Adric leaned forward, his brow furrowed with worry. “The Watcher’s Eye Gate is an invaluable asset." he said. "But we’re assuming the Empire has been completely dismantled. If the Itherians were to regroup, how long before they realize the strategic advantage they could gain from it? My home planet is practically at the galactic doorstep. If they came through it my people would be their first conquest. What’s to stop them from doing that? I am not saying we shouldn't help Myrios, of course we should, I just want us to think of ways to protect our universe.”

Elendril’s eyes glimmered as he glanced around at the group, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His posture remained relaxed, almost casual, but there was a depth of wisdom in his gaze. “You’re right to be cautious, Adric. It’s a valid concern. But things are different now, more so than they’ve ever been. There have been many small groups of resistance to the Empire, and for centuries, they operated in isolation—each thinking they were the last ones standing. It’s only recently, that these groups have begun communicating. They’ve realized they’re not alone in their fight.”

He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words settle. “Now, these once fragmented groups have come together, forming a united front. The Empire believes it had crushed all the opposition, but in truth, it only sowed the seeds for a much stronger resistance. If the Empire were to rise again, they wouldn’t be facing a fractured enemy, but a galaxy-wide coalition —ready to defend, and strike back.”

The tension in the room seemed to ease for a moment as the gravity of Elendril’s words sunk in. Adric could see the relief in the eyes of the others, but his own mind still lingered on the question. The peace they now enjoyed felt too fragile, too easily undone by a few with ambition for power.

Elendril leaned back slightly, his eyes scanning the room as if weighing every word. “Besides," he said, "the Gate itself isn’t an easy target. It’s a bottleneck—a narrow, controlled access point that’s incredibly easy to defend. The technology surrounding it is also extremely advanced, and too integrated into the very fabric of this region of space. Any attempt to exploit it would require resources and knowledge that the Empire just doesn't have. Even with all their power, they would find it nearly impossible to breach the security that now surrounds the Gate. And if they did manage to take it from us the unified resistance, the strength of the galaxy’s independent worlds—would rise up together. The Itherian Empire is no longer the dominant force it was only a few short days ago. It’s not just about stopping one man’s ambitions anymore. It’s about the galaxy as a whole, working together to defend freedom. Now that we know what’s at stake, I don’t think any planet will be willing to give that up. If Emperor Krat or anyone else tries to exploit the Gate, they’ll find themselves facing a much stronger opposition than they likely anticipated.”

Adric nodded, his resolve slowly gaining strength. The faith he’d lost was being replaced by something new—a belief in the power of action, in choosing to do what was right despite uncertainty.

On the bridge of The Bright Light, Captain Raki leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes watching the distant Gate, now stable once more.

"Sir," Emi said quietly from her station. "The Nemanoi CEO has responded. They’ve granted us clearance to dock."

Raki nodded. "Acknowledged. Take us in slowly."

As the ship moved slowly and carefully toward Nemani, Adric felt the weight of the crew’s eyes on him. He straightened his posture, forcing his emotions into a locked box at the back of his mind. There was work to be done, and Nemani, and his family waited.

The Gate's hologram filled the room, its swirling light mesmerizing. The edges of the nebula washed over the hull of the ship and for Adric, it felt like a kind of cleansing—not just from this days stress, but from all he had ever believed and known. The first step though of his new adventure would come in the morning when he introduced Elendril to the Board of Directors. He trembled a little at the thought of what would come of that meeting. Nothing on Nemani would ever be the same.

Adric hesitated before taking a breath and stepping into the grand chamber of the Board of Directors. The doors hissed open, revealing a semi-circular room bathed in soft golden light. The room was a blend of tradition and innovation, with carved wooden panels bearing ancient Nemanoi symbols, juxtaposed against sleek holographic displays tracking the planet’s economic health. Rows of meticulously designed chairs faced a polished table where the Board of Directors sat in a hushed and formal group. Twelve figures in a semicircle, their expressions stern and expectant. The air carried the faint scent of Nemanoi herbal incense—a symbol of clarity and purity.

Adric swallowed hard as he stepped inside. Dressed in his formal uniform, he looked every bit the officer he had become, yet the weight of his culture pressed heavily against his chest. Introducing Elendril to the Board, it was like presenting a living myth to those who had only ever dreamed of seeing it.

The Board members—tall, regal figures each one with their left shoulder adorned with their family broach—rose from their seats in unison. Their eyes, sharp with years of negotiating and leading.

Adric inclined his head respectfully. “Esteemed Directors, thank you for allowing me to speak.”

CEO Korrin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You requested an audience on urgent matters, Adric Balme. You stand before us as one who has turned away from his family’s legacy. Speak wisely.”

Adric felt the sting but held his ground. “I present to you a truth that transcends personal choices. Someone who embodies our deepest history and the foundation of our faith.” He turned toward the entryway. “Elendril.”

The chamber doors slid open, and Elendril stepped forward, his burgundy-red skin and golden eyes catching the light, his presence otherworldly. The Board members gawked, their mouths dropping open, their collective gasp a ripple through the room. Some gasped audibly; others pressed their hands to their mouths as though fearing their disbelief might offend. Slowly one by one they dropped to their knees. All except for Director Menji who leaned forward, his voice trembling.

“It cannot be…”

CEO Korrin lifted his head, his composure faltering. “By the Heavens… he is like the images in the Hall of Founders. Volti has returned.”

Adric cleared his throat, breaking the spell. “Honored members of the Board, I present Elendril, a member of the Byni race and our guest aboard The Bright Light.”

Director Larin, placed her palms flat on the table. “We have seen images of this form in our sacred texts,” she said, her voice hushed. “You...you are as Volti himself.”

Elendril inclined his head, his curls catching the light. “I am honored by your reverence, though I am but a traveler from another world, and I come seeking to aid your world and its people.”

The Board froze. For centuries, they had revered artistic depictions of Volti, And now, it appeared, he stood before them, he claimed however to be just a traveler. Slowly they each rose from their knees and took their seats.

Adric spoke, his voice steady. “Elendril brings with him knowledge and context that our world must hear. He represents not only hope for the Nemanoi but the possibility of joining something greater.”

Menji nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Elendril. “If you are here to aid, then perhaps it is Volti’s will guiding you." he said, "We must listen.”

then he leaned forward then, his voice heavy with concern. “Wait, Did you say "something greater?" Are we to understand there are...others through the Watchers Eye?”

Adric nodded. “Yes. Elendril’s people, the Byni, come from beyond the celestial gate —It is a gateway to a universe known as Myrios. Until recently that universe has been under the oppressive rule of the Itherian Empire. Volti did visit our world long ago and the reason he didn't return was because the Empire took his world from him. That was 2500 years ago.”

At this, the room erupted into chaos. Directors leaned forward, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of concern.

"Do you mean to say Volti is not a god? never was?"

“Oppressive rule? And they’re right there through the gate?”
“What if they come here, can they get through the gate?”
“Our markets could be destabilized—”
“Or expanded,” one murmured, their tone speculative.

CEO Korrin struck the table with his palm, a sharp echo that silenced the chamber. “Enough!” His gaze swept the room, cutting through the tension. “We are here to listen. To understand.”

Adric nodded his thanks and continued. “The Itherian Empire has fallen. But their legacy of destruction remains. Planets across Myrios are devastated—stripped of resources, their ecosystems destroyed. Those who survived are rebuilding from nothing. These worlds need help, and trade through the Watcher's Eye could provide it. But Nemani must decide if we will be a part of this effort.”

Director Gorda, spoke up, he was visibly agitated. “And what happens when these trade ships come through the gate? What if someone sees what we have and decides to take it?”

Elendril met Gorda’s gaze, his tone steady. “That is a risk any world faces when it opens its doors to others. But Nemani will not face this challenge alone.”

Adric stepped in, his voice firm. “The Galactic Alliance is fully committed to this effort. Their ships will provide protection if needed. The Nidah and the Fraxions have already sent messages offering their support, and both are well-regarded for their reliability. If the Shogoth join as well, their military might would certainly deter any potential threat. This will not be a burden Nemani carries alone.”

"And the Byni and Seshat in Myrios are also ready to assist those who are helping, as well as the many resistance fighters across the galaxy." Elendril added. "There will also be others as the planets of Myrios find their feet again.

Director Gorda hesitated, but his skepticism lingered in the set of his jaw.

Menji spoke again, his tone measured, his sharp eyes fixed on Adric. “Trust is the foundation of our society. What assurance do we have that the people of Myrios can be trusted? That they will not exploit us or erode the values we hold dear?”

Adric hesitated, choosing his words carefully. He looked around the room, meeting the gazes of the other Board members. “We can’t promise there won’t be challenges,” he began, his voice steady but thoughtful. “But trust doesn’t come from isolation—it’s built through connection. If we never extend our hand, how will we know who is worthy of that trust?”

Menji frowned slightly but didn’t interrupt.

Adric continued, his voice growing more impassioned. “The assurance comes not just from them, but from Nemani itself. Our integrity, our faith—they are the foundation of who we are. These aren’t just words or traditions; they are strengths that have carried us through countless trials. If we remain isolated out of fear, we abandon the very principles that make us strong. Trusting in our values doesn’t mean hiding behind them—it means living them, even when it’s difficult.”

A murmur rippled through the room, some nodding in quiet agreement while others exchanged skeptical looks.

Menji leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing. “You speak of strength, but what if their intentions aren’t as noble as ours? What if this connection brings us harm instead of prosperity?”

Adric met Menji’s eyes, his expression firm. “If we close ourselves off, we’ll never know what lies beyond the gate—or what we’re capable of. We’ve survived through resilience and faith. If we apply those same principles now, we can navigate whatever comes. Yes, there’s risk, but the greater risk is stagnation. Nemani was not built to stand still.”

The room fell silent, tension and contemplation thick in the air.

CEO Korrin leaned back, his expression thoughtful. “This decision cannot be made lightly. But I see before us an opportunity—a chance to lead by example, to extend the values of Nemani beyond our borders.” He glanced at Elendril. “You offer guidance and partnership. But know this: if we commit our ships and our people, we do so on our terms.”

Elendril inclined his head respectfully. “Of course. Partnership is built on mutual respect.”

The Board exchanged glances, the initial shock giving way to measured consideration. Finally, Korrin spoke, his voice resolute. “We will deliberate further. For now, we thank you, Elendril, for presenting this possibility. And Adric Balme,” his gaze softened, “you have reminded us of the strength found in bold choices.”

Adric felt a wave of relief as he and Elendril left the chamber. Though the decision was not yet made, the seeds had been planted, and Nemani was closer than ever to embracing its place among the stars.

After the meeting concluded, Adric lingered in the garden outside the Board’s chambers, its familiar paths lined with flowering trellises and small fountains, and the sound of water trickling over smooth stones had once brought him peace; now, it only reminded him of the rift between himself and his father.

He heard the soft rustle of footsteps and turned to see his mother, Seryn, approaching. Her long, bright yellow robe flowed around her like a cascade of sunlight, her expression a blend of weariness and warmth.

“Adric,” she began softly, her voice trembling.

“Mother,” he replied, stepping toward her.

For a moment, neither spoke. Then Seryn reached out, her hands brushing against his shoulders before drawing him into an embrace. He felt the weight of her emotions—love, fear, and an aching sadness—poured into the gesture.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes glistened. “You look so much like your father when he was your age. But you have your own fire. A fire that terrifies me, and makes me so proud.”

Adric struggled to find the right words. “I never wanted to hurt you, Mother. Leaving wasn’t about rejecting our family or our traditions—it was about finding my own path.”

She nodded, her fingers tightening around his arm. “I know. But your father... he sees it differently. To him, our business, our traditions—they’re not just work or faith. They are like cords that tie us together. When you decided to leave, it felt like those cords snapped.”

“I couldn’t live my life every day honoring a god that I know to be false,” Adric said, his voice steady. “I also cannot ignore the suffering beyond Nemani. I’m needed out there, and I know that now more than ever.”

Seryn’s lips trembled as she looked down. “You’ve grown into someone extraordinary, Adric. But I worry what this will cost you. And what it will cost our family.”

Adric reached for her hands, holding them gently. “I’ve chosen my path, but I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll never stop being your son.”

Her gaze fell to his chest, and she hesitated before unpinning the family broach from his left shoulder. The broach, the symbol of his place in the family legacy, glittered faintly in the garden’s light as she held it out to him.

“Adric... Perhaps this belongs with Lyara now,” she said softly, her voice laced with bittersweet sorrow. “It is the symbol of your place in the family, but you are no longer the person you once were. This is not a rejection, my son, but an acknowledgment of what you must become.”

He took the broach in his hand, the weight of it grounding him. For a long moment, he simply stared at it. His fingers trembled, the familiar cold metal now feeling alien.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t want to let go.”

“You don’t have to,” Seryn replied, her hand resting on his. “You are still my son, and always will be. But it’s time for you to step into a different role, one that is yours alone.”

With a steadying breath, he placed the broach in her hand, the gesture final, yet full of love.

She smiled faintly, a tear slipping down her cheek. “I will try to keep in touch if your father allows it.”

Adric’s jaw tightened, but he forced a smile. “I understand. And I’ll always be here, no matter the distance.”

Seryn reached up, brushing his cheek with her hand. “Volti guide you, my son. And may you find peace in whatever battles lie ahead.”

As she turned to leave, Adric stood rooted in the garden, the weight of their exchange settling in his heart. He had made his choice, but the cost he would have to pay was even clearer now.

The journey back to The Bright Light felt longer than usual. Adric’s mind lingered on his conversation with his mother, but as the shuttle docked in the hangar, he focused on the task ahead. Stepping out, he was greeted by the familiar hum of the ship’s systems, but the air carried a palpable buzz of excitement.

Crew members rushed about, InfoSlates in hand, coordinating the transfer of supplies and personal effects. Adric spotted Christine near the science bay, her enthusiasm barely contained.

“Adric!” she called, jogging over. “You won’t believe it. The Electhor is almost here! Sensors picked it up entering orbit, and Captain Raki says she's a marvel.”

Adric’s lips curved into a small smile. “I’ve heard it’s cutting-edge, but I’m curious to see what all the fuss is about.”

Christine grinned. “Oh, you’ll see. They’re saying the labs alone are the size of our entire engineering deck. And you should see the tech we will be using. "State-of-the-art systems for atmospheric and ecological restoration." my boss says. This is going to change everything and it's going to be so much fun!” Christine rubbed her hands together and she looked as if she would start to jump up and down.

Adric nodded, her excitement was infectious. “Let’s hope we’re up for the challenge.” he said.

“You know, I’m glad we’re all transferring together." Christine whispered, "I would have missed you a lot if you had gone back home.”

Adric looked up, the sincerity in her voice giving him a moment’s pause. “Thanks, Christine. That means a lot.”

She grinned. “See you in the hanger when the Electhor arrives, don't be late!” She bounced off back to the packing project she was working on with her fellow scientists. They all looked a little giddy to be honest.

Back in his quarters, Adric methodically and quickly packed the rest of his belongings into the regulation duffel he kept for those last minute items. His other belongings were already being transferred. They had been packed up and ready to go to the planet but instead now they were going to his new quarters on the Electhor. The room that had been his home for seven years, now felt strangely temporary. He ran a hand along the edge of the desk, his thoughts drifting to the countless hours spent here—studying, planning missions, or simply unwinding after a long shift. Tika jumped down from the curtain rod where she had been sleeping peacefully and Adric put her into his pocket. She would ride there till he was settling in to his new quarters on the Electhor.

A soft chime interrupted his reverie. The intercom crackled, and Captain Raki’s voice filled the room. “Attention all crew. The Electhor has arrived and is in docking range. Please prepare for transfer. All personnel will assemble in the hangar at 1800 hours.”

Adric zipped up the duffel, shouldered it, and stepped into the corridor, he touched his pocket almost unconsciously to make sure that Tika was safely settled in, then joined the stream of crew members heading toward the hangar. Excited chatter filled the air as the corridor became more and more crowded as they neared their destination.

The sight that greeted them in the hangar was breathtaking. Through the energy veil shielding the open hangar bay door, the Electhor loomed. Its sleek, reflective hull shimmering in the nearby star's light. The flagship dwarfed The Bright Light, its design a seamless blend of elegance and function. The Centripetal drive unit was the largest Adric had ever seen, it's massive particle path encircling the entire saucer and thick enough to hide the windows for 4 decks. Adric didn't know much about engineering but he knew enough to come to the conclusion that the Electhor was an incredibly fast ship.

“Wow,” someone whispered, and the sentiment rippled through the gathered crew.

Captain Raki strode to the front, flanked by his senior officers, including Adric. “Crew of The Bright Light,” he began, his voice carrying pride and anticipation, “behold our new assignment. The Electhor, is more than just a ship; it is a symbol of what we aim to accomplish. Together, we will bring hope and restoration to worlds that need it most desperately.”

A cheer rose from the crew, but their attention remained locked on the flagship. The Electhor radiated promise, its presence a tangible reminder of the mission ahead.

As the docking procedures completed, ramps extended, and a delegation from the Electhor descended. Their uniforms bore insignias unfamiliar to Adric, marking them as specialists. One stepped forward—a tall woman with striking green eyes and a confident stride.

“I’m Commander Telana of the Electhor’s environmental science division,” she introduced herself, her voice warm but firm. “We’re honored to have your crew join us. Together, we’ll achieve incredible things.”

Adric exchanged a glance with Christine, who was practically glowing with excitement. “Looks like we’re in good company,” she murmured.

Adric smiled, his earlier heaviness lifting. The future felt uncertain but not daunting. With the Electhor as their new home and a team of experts by their side, the possibilities were endless.