I said my goodbyes to Maria, Boost, and the Keepers. I took Lady Aether back to her dorm, despite her protests. I’d already disrupted her life enough. She needed to get back to it.
She made me promise to call her if I needed her help. Promises cost nothing to give, in most circumstances, so I did. Not that I have any intention of calling her again, unless it is a dire emergency. Like “Oh my, Utu, the world is about to end” dire. So, technically, not a lie.
She’s good–too good to be hanging around me.
I put the Diavel in flight mode and set course for home. I let the auto-pilot do most of the flying. My mind was too busy racing with possibilities.
I had a good idea who the agent represented. I’ve dropped enough hints. I’m about to go full on WikiLeaks here and spill some state secrets.
Aliens are real. The attack that leveled San Francisco, the one blamed on rogue magicians conjuring extra-dimensional “things man wasn’t meant to know,” was actually perpetrated by an Hytian alien invasion force. All those who fought in San Francisco were sworn to secrecy. Everyone else who might know the truth died in the attack.
That never set well with me.
After the attack, a new agency was created. They recruited top exobiologists, astronomers, machinists, and linguists to create the Alien Intervention Service. I don’t have a problem with that. Understanding is the key to peaceful interaction.
They also tapped combat-oriented Innates, spec ops from every branch, and some power-suit machinists to create their own black ops force.
I have a little bit of a problem with that, but at the same time I can understand the desire for a security and reaction force.
I don’t understand keeping the rest of the world in the dark about the existence of alien species, and the threat the Hytians pose.
Jules, being one of the more open-minded and understanding of space-capable powereds, signed on as an ambassador for the AIS. I knew her current mission involved her visiting another species, the Tolans in order to help create an alliance between our two worlds. Kind of a Mutual Defense Treaty-type deal.
Hytians are apparently the wieners (oh, Jules) of the galaxy. We’ve “discovered” several new species in our travels since the Battle of San Francisco, and all have had problems with the Hytians. So, diplomacy is called for now.
A Hytian scout force destroyed a major city. They aren’t a problem we can just punch away.
If the AIS is looking for me, then something must have gone wrong with Jules’ mission. She loves her family, but I know she put me down as the contact for emergencies.
She doesn’t expect me to rescue her, they have strike teams for that. She expects me to decide if her parents should know what’s going on.
However, if she is in trouble, I will go find her. If the AIS doesn’t throw me in jail first.
But why would they? It’s not like anybody is really reading this.
I make it home early in the morning, exhausted. I fall on my bed, out when I hit the pillow.
Despite my worries, I don’t toss and turn. I need to be at my best.
I’ll give you the gist of the meeting later.
Until next time,