Title: Reformation: Chapter Thirty-Eight
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Chapter Thirty-Eight
It was satisfying for Garrett, in a rather dark and
shadenfreudian kind of way, to see every single one of his official lines of
communication absolutely clogged with people wanting to talk to him. Senators,
lower-level politicians, interplanetary business leaders—Garrett went down the
list of pending contacts and took great pleasure in ignoring all of them. He
didn’t have to care, not right now. He’d done just about all the caring he was
capable of. With the news coming in that the siege of Pandora had broken, that
the pirate fleet was completely destroyed, and that—tellingly—President Alexander
was on his way off of Olympus for a distant sightseeing tour, well…it all added
up to a whole lot of pandemonium. And that was what Olympus deserved, after the
advantages they’d entrenched for themselves for so long.
“Oh, stocks are plummeting,” Garrett commented, full of
faux-sympathy as he watched the indicators. “Incidents of direct and indirect
rebellion on Fringe planets are worrying Central System lawmakers. Confidence
in the office of the president is at a fifty-year low. Shocking. So shocking.”
“You ain’t fooling anyone, darlin.”
“I’m not trying to,” Garrett said, not glancing at his
hallucination. “This is what you reap when you sow so many seeds of distrust in
governance. It’s time for the Central System to realize just how much they’ve
been taking advantage of the Fringe planets, and how hard that’s going to be
once the veil of administrative secrecy is pulled back. They had a long-term
plan for either getting rid of them or putting them into positions of abject
servitude, and they’ve failed. Ha ha ha.”
“Maybe you’d better take your meds now, honey.”
“No.” No, he couldn’t do that yet. Jezria had communicated
to him, just once, letting him know that she had no news about Jonah yet. His
father was missing as well. If Garrett lost the little comfort he got from his
friendly, imaginary sweetheart and had nothing to fall back on, he’d lose it.
He knew it; end of ability, end of mind, end of heart. It was bad enough he
still had no clue where their son was. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He just
wouldn’t. “Not yet. Not until we know something certain.”
“This isn’t good for you, Garrett. You know that. It’s been
too long.”
“It won’t be much longer.” He spared Jonah a smile. “I
promise. Things are happening fast now. Look.” He enlarged a hologram and
projected it into the air. “That’s Raymond’s personal ship. He’s about to take
off. Run, run, as fast as you can,” he whispered. “Fly away. You’ll be hounded
out of the entire civilized galaxy once more of your towers start to topple.”
He watched as the ship lifted out of its landing bay, engines flaring as it
fought to escape the thick, cloudy atmosphere of Olympus. It was a powerful ship,
and moved smoothly upward.
“What’s that?” Jonah pointed at the far side of the screen.
“It’s a…huh.” Garrett looked closer. “Space debris? Some
sort of unauthorized spacecraft?”
“But look at its trajectory.”
“Oh.” Garrett’s eyes widened. “Oh, hell. What?”
“It’s on an impact course with the president’s ship.”
“He’ll evade.” Garrett watched the screen raptly as the ship
shifted trajectories, then felt his jaw drop when he saw the unidentified
object do the same. “Oh. Oh.”
“It’s following him.”
“It’s…more like modulating its fall into him.” Garrett ran
scenarios in his mind even as he watched the ship continue to waver in its
course, trying to find a way out from under the shadow of its ever-nearing impact.
“What the hell is that?” Whatever it
was, it had some complex and very complete shielding. If Garrett couldn’t get a
read on it, then he wasn’t sure the capitol’s sensors could either. “What am I
overlooking?”
“Someone who wants to kill President Alexander, I suppose.”
Jonah’s comment hit Garrett like a fist between the eyes. He
frantically opened a private channel and sent out a call. Nothing…nothing…finally
he got recognition, voice only. “Berengaria, what the hell are you doing?”
“I’m finishing this,” she said. She sounded perfectly calm—if
anything, she sounded satisfied. “Raymond
has to go away, permanently. Isolating him and tearing him down from his seat
of power isn’t enough; he’ll only rebuild, especially with no clear heir or
opponent. And you’re not planning on sticking around, are you?”
“No, but—”
“Then this is for the best.” She laughed a little. “He kept
me like a fly in a web, like a sylph in a glass cage. But I made this cage my
own, and now I’m going to show him what it feels like to have all choice in
your future taken away.”
“What about your other brother?” Garrett pressed. “What
about Kyle? He’s out there somewhere, and when he comes back he’s going to need
family around him, someone to support and care for him.”
“The best thing Kyle could do for himself, and our family,
is never return.” Her voice rang with sincerity. “I never believed in curses,
but if any bloodline carries one, it’s ours. He needs to create himself anew,
not rely on stale dogma and poisonous family connections. And if he does come
back, I refuse to be a burden to him. I failed him—”
“You tried to save
him.”
“But I failed him instead. You saved him, Garrett, you and your family, your friends. And I
love you for that, but I can’t be of any use to him now, or to you. I refuse to
be made into someone else’s pawn, no matter how much love they feel while doing
it.”
Garrett clenched and unclenched his hands, desperate for
something to do or say that could convince her otherwise. “You can still save
yourself. Make a new life for yourself, take on a new identity. You can escape
this!”
“I don’t want to.” She chuckled a bit. “I want to be with my
brother. I haven’t seen him in person in nearly two decades, did you know? But
I’ll see him now. And he’ll certainly see me.” A rising alarm sounded in the
background of her feed. “Excuse me, I need to take his call.”
“Berengaria, please—”
“Be well, Garrett.” She ended the transmission. Garrett
watched, helpless, as the ships moved inexorably toward each other, Raymond’s
doing its best to evade but, ultimately, unable to escape. Less than a minute
later, there was an explosion.
Less than a minute after that, the pressure on Garrett’s
lines of communication tripled.
“We have to get out of here,” Garrett said quietly. His
hands were twitching, but he could still make them work. He waved away the
holoscreen. “Before they don’t let us leave.” He’d been counting on a vacuum of
power in which to make his escape more felt, but not one quite this sudden or
severe.
“Where will you go?” Jonah asked.
“Pandora.”
“You won’t be able to stay there, if you really want to be
done with this. The Senate will call you back, you know they will.”
“I know.” Fortunately he had a backup plan. It was temporary
too, but it would safeguard him and his family for a time…whatever was left of
his family. “Come on. Let’s go while we still can.”
I'm really hoping for some happy for Garrett soon.
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Happy Garrett is almost here now :)
DeleteI hope that you celebrated your birthday as you were expected.
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Thank you Esperanza! It was lovely.
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