"You do that, handsome." And she leaned over to give him a kiss.

The Wadi in her lap stirred, sniffing the air. Now that was an emotion she hadn't sensed in several shifts of the two lights.

The defense spaceport came into view well before they got there. Tall, streamlined shapes stood vertical against the waving tapestry of colorful, sun-setting lights. The shiny hulls scattered the hues in all directions, mixing the beauty of natural wonders with well-planned, artificial forms. The accidental and the engineered played off one another to the betterment of both.

They had to pull through a guard station to enter the facilities. As they queued up in a line of boxier vehicles, Dani turned around and showed them his palms, cooing calmly. Molly hoped he was right if he was trying to convince them that everything was okay.

They filed up to the gate, and a long conversation with the guard ensued. To Molly, the Drenard looked no different than the men they'd battled with several hours earlier. She looked over at Edison and saw the fur dancing in waves across his arms, one of which draped over his seat where she knew his lance lay hidden.

But the gate opened without a fight, the guard waving them through and directing them off to the side.

When they rounded a row of hangars and Molly saw Parsona sitting gracefully on the tarmac, she nearly burst into tears. The ship had gone from representing a lost past and deceased parents, to standing for a hopeful future-one that contained the possibility of reuniting with them.

In some ways, the ship was becoming her mother. Text on a nav screen already felt like the closest thing to a female role model she'd ever had. And the motherly doting-annoying at first-had been sorely missed over the past few days. Molly found it heart-wrenchingly tragic that the only kids who truly appreciated their parents seemed to be the ones who had already lost them.

"Thank gods," Cole muttered at the sight. Behind them, Walter hissed with delight and scooted up the aisle to get a closer look.

All their excitement paled in comparison to Edison's reaction as Anlyn descended Parsona's loading ramp. He growled with delight and nearly crushed Walter in his rush to the door. The shuttle was still moving, but Edison turned and roared at Dani, who was compelled to thumb the door open.

Edison bounded out, almost falling as he fought to match his inertia, his legs pumping him toward Anlyn, who raced out to greet him.

Molly's eyes filled with water as she watched the two friends swallow each other up. Edison pulled Anlyn off the ground and swung her side to side, feet and tunics waving with delight. Molly squeezed Cole's hand, recalling the way it had felt to be reunited with him after the Wadi Thooo rite.

Walter stood by the door, hissing at having been stampeded. As soon as the shuttle lurched to a stop, he filed out and hurried toward the ship, waving at Anlyn before disappearing inside. Molly and Cole exited ahead of Dani and waited their turn to greet their friend.

Edison finally set her down, and she turned to face them. She looked . . . different. All Molly had seen her in was the rags of a slave, Cole's t-shirts, or one of Walter's modified flight suits. Here she was, decked out in colorful regalia, her posture erect and proud. She stood beside Edison and commanded attention, despite the difference in size.

Cole stepped forward and gave her a big hug, but Molly saw her looking past him, concentrating on the creature perched on her shoulder.

"So it is true!" Anlyn whispered. She smiled at Cole as she pulled away from him, walking over to Molly with her hand out and shaking. She cooed to the Wadi in her native tongue.

"Hello, Anlyn," Molly said.

Anlyn broke her pale blue eyes away from the Wadi to meet Molly's. "I'm so sorry you got mixed up in this," she said.

Molly put a hand on Anlyn's arm, squeezing it affectionately. "Don't be. I'm glad. I'm happy for you and Edison." She smiled up at him. "I just wish we'd known, so we could've helped you."

"I know," Anlyn said. "I didn't plan on . . . on arriving in a coma. I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I . . . I was fine one minute, and then I just blacked out. I woke up here and-"

"It's okay. Everything's going to be fine, now. Right?"

Anlyn frowned. "Eventually, perhaps, but not right now. I've already heard the reports about the Circle Members and their ambush. The government is going into shock, and rumors are spreading about you and-" she glanced at the Wadi wrapped around Molly's neck. Its tongue flitted out into the air.

"I haven't named him, if that's what you're wondering."

"It's a she," Anlyn said. "If that were a male-" she chuckled in Dani's fashion, the first time Molly had ever seen her laugh. "-you'd be crushed!"

Dani joined in with her, panting as he came up behind Molly. The spot of levity slightly cracked the dour mood. Molly turned to him, remembered he couldn't speak English, and looked back to Anlyn. "Can we leave? Is there anything we need to do before we go?"

Anlyn and Dani spoke in Drenard, and the seriousness in her face returned. She turned to Molly. "You can go. Planetary Defense probably wouldn't attack you right now, even if the Circle demanded it."

"You? You mean we, right? You're coming with us. Dani, too."

Anlyn shook her head. She reached a hand out and grabbed a fold in Edison's tunic, as if anchoring him in place as well. "I can't, Molly. I need to stay here. Sorting out the Circle will take time, and I'll be needed."

"Oh, my gods, I completely forgot. You are like fourth in line for the throne or something, right?"

Anlyn formed a small circle with her mouth and clucked, shaking her head sadly. "Wrong on two counts, I'm afraid. If I were a male, perhaps. Or if I chose to produce a male-which I will not. And I'm second in line, now. The stir we've caused is not just because of your Rite and the Wadi, but the news in the last hour that two of my uncles are dead."

Molly felt her stomach sink. "Uncles? Oh, gods, Anlyn. I'm so-"

Anlyn waved the thought away with her thin, blue arm. "Don't be," she said. "If you will not allow me to apologize for their attempt to kill you, I'll not hear you explain your self-defense. I heard the wireless report from the guards you stranded, and I know how to translate their lies. I've been around Circle members all of my youth, and I am fluent in that language."

Edison followed up Anlyn's crushing news with another emotional blow: "My proximity to Anlyn will remain decreased," he told Molly.

And she understood. All too clearly.

Stepping forward, she pressed herself into his tunic, her friend's paws wrapping around her back. Molly remembered the last time they'd held each other like that, just a few weeks ago. Edison had asked to join her crew aboard Parsona-and now he was leaving.

She felt the Wadi move from her shoulders and attach itself to Edison. Pulling away, she wiped her cheeks and laughed as the colorful creature scampered to the top of Edison's head. It swung its neck back and forth, as if taking in the commanding view.

"Ascertain its function," Edison pleaded, his hands comically frozen halfway to his head.

Cole laughed. "I think it just laid claim to you, pal." He reached up and coaxed the Wadi down to Edison's shoulder. "Now do me a favor and hold off on the wedding for a week or so. As soon as we figure out what's going on with Molly's parents, I'm coming back to be your best man."

Edison cocked his head at the expression. "Best by what metric?"

Anlyn patted him. "I'll explain later." She started to say something to Cole, then stopped. Instead, she embraced him, and Molly could hear her sweet whisper: "Take care of Molly."

"I will," said Cole. "And you take care of Edison."

The Wadi leapt back to Molly's shoulders, the movement hardly startling for once. Anlyn turned back to the creature, her eyes lit up. She seemed mesmerized by the sight of the living, docile Wadi.

"Be very careful with her," she advised.

The tone suggested a responsibility Molly wasn't sure she wanted to bear.

"Should I leave her with you?" she asked. "How will she survive if we pull Gs or lose cabin pressure? I should leave her here with you, shouldn't I?"

Anlyn shook her head. "I don't think you could if you wanted to. You're bonded, the two of you. Besides, the Gs shouldn't be a problem, but atmosphere might. She can crawl in my old suit if she just needs some air to breathe. Either way, trust me, she's less safe here right now."

Molly nodded. "I wish you didn't have to stay."

"I know. Me, too. But there's something bigger going on than any of us. Something that involves trillions of lives and thousands of galaxies. I thought I could run away from that, avoid duty and take care of myself, but I was wrong. In fact, I was wrong to want to."

"I don't understan-"

"It's okay. Your mother does. She's been through this before and can explain a lot. I've given her permission."

"My mother? What have you two been-?" She didn't know how to finish the question.

"She and I have spent most of the last two days together. Talking. I had some Defense Port engineers make a few changes that helped us out, and they should serve you as well. But I'll let her tell you about them."

Molly felt a tinge of jealousy, betrayal even, with the passing of secrets, the idea that someone else knew her mother more intimately than she. An alien, no less. She fought these negative emotions down, comforting herself with the knowledge that her mother had company the past few days and had stayed abreast of events.

Anlyn reached out and squeezed Molly's arm. "Thank you for setting me free," she said.

Molly felt the tears welling up in her eyes, her heart racing and empty. She leaned in to hug Anlyn.

"Thank you for saving my life," she told her friend.

Molly and Cole watched the cargo door close on the three friends they were leaving behind. Walter stomped around behind them, opening cubbies and storing away the food and supplies that had been loaded into the ship. He had already changed into his flightsuit, and after the door sealed, Molly and Cole moved off to don theirs.

In her room, Molly shrugged off her filthy tunics and suited up, expecting the worst. The Wadi sat on her dresser and looked at the mirror, bobbing its head up and down while she changed. She laughed, wondering what the creature thought of its reflection.

Scooping the Wadi up, she left her room and heard Cole in the lazarette cycling up the thrusters. Making her way to the cockpit, she performed a quick systems check. Everything looked good. She wondered about radioing for clearance, but wasn't sure how to communicate with the tower. As soon as Cole returned and gave her a thumbs-up, she lifted off the tarmac and arced away from the band of buildings ringing the planet.

Parsona rose up through the atmosphere, out toward the colorful horizon. Before breaking the ionosphere, the twin Drenard suns popped into view, bathing the cockpit in a warmth that seemed gentle, innocuous even.

While they waited for the hyperdrive to spin up, Molly navigated through the outbound buoys, waiting for an attack that never came, flying past menacing ships that spun in place, not even radioing her, just watching.

She tried to concentrate on the gauges-then saw the fusion fuel at one hundred percent, which gave her some tenuous sensation of freedom.

They were back on the run, but at least they had fresh legs.

She began visualizing the half-dozen jumps it would take to get to Dakura, but she did so in her head, leaving the nav screen free to check in with her mother. She pulled the keyboard out and typed: MOM?_.

"Mollie?"

The voice came out through the radio speakers, scaring the hyperspace out of her and Cole both. Cole reached for the mic as a reflex, obviously thinking they were being hailed. Molly jerked her hands away from the computer; the Wadi scurried to the back of her seat.

"Mollie?" the voice said again.

"Hello?" Cole asked.

"Is that Cole?"

Cole turned to Molly. "I told you she could hear us!'

"I can now," the ship said-her mom said. It was a pleasant voice, not chipped and halting the way her old reader used to spit out text. It sounded natural, as a computer might if it could generate sounds from scratch.

"Is this what Anlyn did?"

"Yes. And more. I can see now."

"What do you mean?" Molly asked.

"They tied me into the SADAR unit. And the cargo camera. Oh, Molly, it was all I could do not to say something when you guys boarded, but I knew it was best to explain on the way."

"You can see through the cargo bay cam?"

"Yes. And you are so beautiful, Molly. Just as I imagined you."

Molly reached forward to turn the volume down and power the cockpit door shut. She pulled up the cargo cam and saw Walter strapped to his seat, playing his videogame contentedly.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Can we keep these upgrades between the three of us for now?"

"Of course, sweetheart, but may I ask why?"

"You can. And I'll tell you later."

"Take your time. Speaking of time, having something to look at paces it for me, like a little clock. The agonizing wait between sentences is gone. And I can read the old ship's logs from the nav computer, the entries your father and I wrote-"

"That's great, Mom. After we jump out of here, I'm gonna need to ask you some questions."

"Of course. And I'll be happy to tell you what I can."

"Can?" Molly glanced at Cole. "Because of what you know or because of what you're allowed to say?"

"Some of both," her mother said, the worry in her voice not sounding artificial at all.

21.

The stars shifted positions, and Parsona exited hyperspace.

Molly looked down at the Wadi in her lap, wondering if it was going to throw up on her flightsuit as it experienced its first bout of hyperspace. The curious creature just flicked its tongue and looked at the dash as if it were already bored of space travel.

"Ninety four percent," Cole advised Molly.

"Plenty. Should be enough to get to Dakura and then back to Lok. We'll fill up in Bekkie."

Cole leaned forward and peered at the star charts. "Keep in mind that we aren't going in a straight shot, though. We can't risk leaving the Drenard arm of the Milky Way anywhere along the center. The Navy'll be looking for us."