Chelen City: Chapter Twenty-Six Part Two

 Notes: Oh man. Okay. So, this isn't the way I originally planned to end this story. It was going to be an actual wrap-up and I was going to write about Sigurd Liang next, but then shit happened, and now we're going to a whole new planet with these two idiots in love. But not until July, because I'm going on vacation next week and my work is slamming me, so! Enjoy, look for lighter and non-topical blog updates for a bit, and I'll be back with more in July!

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Title: Chelen City: Chapter Twenty-Six, Part Two

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Chapter Twenty-Six, Part Two

 

The worst thing about leaving was that they couldn’t take both the girls.

To be clear—telling Caria what had happened? That wasn’t fun either.

“You can’t be serious,” she said breathlessly over their secure com. Elanus had taken nothing for granted with this one, making sure Caria was in a private room and blocked off from all input, even her implant, before generating this call to her. “How can you leave now? With everything simmering on the edge of boiling right over?”

“Leaving is the only thing that’s going to take the heat off,” Elanus replied. “You’ve got footage of me illegally entering Moreno’s call, followed by him forcing me out at gunpoint. A lot of people are going to look at this and thing both of us being gone is for the best, which it genuinely is. Yes, his people will fuss, but those bastards always do. I’ll lay in a false trail leaving Ganian space, and it’ll be clear to most people that he took advantage of the chaos to leave.”

“You’re still leaving me in a terribly precarious position. There are a lot of high-ranking people in his faction that will continue to use him as a weapon against the establishment.”

“They’ll be a lot easier to handle without Moreno around.”

“They haven’t been so far!”

Getting her buy-in had taken time they didn’t really have, but Kieron had used his part of it to explain to Xilinn and Pol why they were staying—another conversation that didn’t go terribly well. “If you leave now, you’ll have to begin the naturalization process all over again when you come back, and your chances of acceptance will go down by a lot since you’ll have shown you’re not reliable.”

Xilinn crossed her arms in front of her chest. “What’s the point of being here when we can’t be with all of you?”

“It’s not just about you,” Kieron replied, characteristically blunt. “It’s about creating a safe haven for the other refugees from Trakta. You’re something of a test case for this planet—they could be taking in a lot more people in need, but they’ve refused for the most part. If they take you, it could be the start of a genuinely beneficial refugee program.”

“But I’ll miss you,” Pol said in a quiet, distressed voice. Kieron knelt down in front of him

“I’ll miss you too,” he assured him. “So much. But we have to leave for a while, otherwise Elanus won’t be safe. You want him to be safe, right?”

Pol had glanced at Elanus a little resentfully. “I guess so.”

Ouch.

“I do too,” Kieron continued, and that made Elanus feel a little better. “And so we have to go away until it’s safe for him to come back. But Lizzie will be here with you, and your mom, and your friends from Trakta.”

“And Ryu?”

“And Ryu.” The recovered assassin was amenable to being the live-in bodyguard while they were away. Elanus didn’t anticipate any threats that Lizzie wasn’t more than equipped to handle, but not having enough plans had already landed him in a lot of trouble.

“Well…okay.”

Leaving Lizzie was, unsurprisingly, the hardest thing. Not that they wouldn’t be connected to her and talking with her no matter where they went, although they had to be somewhat considered with their power usage so no one figured out they were making deep-space calls on the regular. But she felt left out, and given that she and Kieron had just reconciled, that wasn’t an easy thing to get over. Eventually, the only excuse Kieron could give that she accepted was that Pol needed her. “Even more than I do right now,” he said sadly, leaning against her bulkhead. Lizzie made a quiet whine, but eventually settled into acceptance.

Which led to now, less than half a day after killing Moreno and scrapping all their earlier plans in favor of running off into the great beyond—putting the last of their gear inside of Catie, who Elanus was beyond grateful had enlarged her interior over the past few months so the two of them would fit more comfortably. Catie, Elanus noted, was excited about leaving. She didn’t say it, but he could feel it in the subtle hum in his implant, a feeling of tension mixed with pleasure.

They left with her wearing a skin that made them the next best thing to impervious to detection and in the middle of a storm that would limit what anyone could see of them physically. Once they were free of the atmosphere, Catie changed her trail to resemble more generic Ganian-made ship, one that could feasibly belong to any wealthy person who might want to get involved in freeing Moreno, and over the next few hours they laid a trail for the Central System. Then they rode a few gravity waves to confuse things, slung themselves around an uninhabited planet while powered down to confuse things further, and…

“So.” Elanus looked at Kieron, who was staring out the viewscreen like there was something to see there other than blank, dark space. His fingers, though, were trembling as they hovered over the navigation panel. “Where are we going?”

Kieron blinked. “I think…I think I need to go home.”

“Back to Cloverleaf?” That was remote, but not really remote enough for what Elanus had in mind. “Then we need to—”

“No. Not there. To my original home. To the Hadrian Colony.”

Fuck. You’ve got to be kidding me. Elanus didn’t know much about where Kieron was born and raised, mostly out of respect for his fiancé’s privacy, but this…to go there, now? When things between them were so unsettled? “Why?” he managed after a moment.

“Because I remember it,” Kieron said. “I remember it being one way. I want to look at it the way it is now, and wrap my head around the changes. I need to…I need to find a way to be okay with change, and seeing that hellhole gone from barracks to empty will hopefully do it.”

Elanus nodded tightly. If this was what Kieron needed, then they’d do it, but he didn’t like it. Then again, he’d lost his right to object after what he’d put Kieron through.

All I wanted was to take care of you, and I failed. I failed so badly.

“Hey.” Warm fingertips on his face redirected Elanus’s blurry gaze to Kieron’s face. Kieron smiled. A small smile, but it was there. “We’re going to be okay.”

Elanus couldn’t quite bring himself to speak, but he nodded. Kieron turned back to the screen and started talking Catie through finding the colony. Elanus listened with half an ear, the rest of his attention firmly on his own ability to forestall a freakout.

I hope we are. I really hope so.