Miranda

[Tenacity]

Location: Altair Research Complex, Omicron Iota
Date: 825 A.S.

Miranda slumped back into her chair at the communications console. The control tower at Altair was vacant, she could hear her own breathing echoing off the walls and the low, reverberating hum of energy from the nebula surrounding the station. Three transmissions sent, now all she could do was wait for a reply. The first had been to the Aoi Iseijin, based out of the Arch in Tohoku. They were actively embroiled in hostile operations against the Blood Dragons, allies of the Order in Kusari, and it had kept them distracted from further pursuit of their agenda infiltrating the Kusari government. She wasnt sure much aid would come from that front, there was much hostile space between them.

The second had been to her children, the Oracles. She had heard whispers through the mindshare, sent by the wanderers, that the Oracles had grown into a trans-sirius organization with influence in every house. She was prideful that they had evolved so much on their own, without her guidance; Zenon must have been successful in leading them after her departure. Beyond the estimates of growth, however, she knew little. They had changed in her time away, and she was curious just how much. She imagined it was a significant thing she offered, inviting them to Iota; to her knowledge, the Oracles had never seen nomad space firsthand.

The final transmission had been to the Wilde; their numbers had gone relatively silent in the mindshare, and the wanderers no longer brought new memories from them. Some of the K'Hara took this as a point of concern, unsure if their infiltration of Rheinland had been entirely snuffed out, somehow, without their awareness. Miranda hoped that wasnt the case; the Wilde had created the drone line she sought to alter, a genius blending of human and nomad architecture, technology and biology intermingling into a perfect hybrid, not unlike herself. Their expertise would be invaluable in realizing her goals.

Miranda stood, walking barefoot over to the window overlooking the Altair drydocks. In the thick haze of the nebula, three drones hovered silent, cold, and lifeless. They remained unfinished, abandoned to dereliction when the last of the Wilde had left Altair to reinforce the Rheinland front. They had presented an opportunity to her that she intended to seize, if she could bring the appropriate individuals her to aid her in the task. These drones would be modified, hollowed out, laced with Nammu formseeds, and if successful provide her with a means to continue her mission in seeking the Progenitor.

She sighed, her breath fogging the window of the control room. It would be nice to be among humans once more, her only interactions these past years had been through the disembodied realm of the mindshare, and through her intermittent jaunts through space as a nomad shipform. She supposed the longing was just a remnant of her humanity tugging at her.

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