Hadrian's Colony: Chapter One: Part One

 Notes: OMG IT'S TIME! Let's dive into Hadrian's Colony, also known as "Kieron is mindfucked, Elanus is sore about it, and the girls are just in it to keep their nuclear family from falling apart!"

Title: Hadrian's Colony: Chapter One, Part One

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Chapter One, Part One

 

“I spyyy…with my little eye…a luminescent interstellarrr medium consisting of iiionized cosmic dust approximately two hundred and forty-four light yearsss in diameter.”

“That’s cheating,” Lizzie said over the com.

“No it’sss not.”

“Yes it is! You can’t see that with your on-board optics, you’re extrapolating from your long-distance instrumentation.”

“That’s not against the rulesss! Daddeee,” Catie whined to Elanus, who was sitting in the pilot’s chair covering his mouth. Kieron knew he was hiding a smile.

Kieron wasn’t smiling, but he wished he was.

“Daddeee,” Catie went on, sounding for all the world like a petulant toddler instead of an AI ship so advanced that Elanus had hunted her across half the galaxy, “tell Lizzie it’s okay to uuuse all our sensesss for I Spyyyy! You said it was!”

“I did say that,” he confirmed, and Lizzie groaned in three different octaves. “But I admit I was only considering human limitations when I said it. After all, the game is called ‘I Spy,’ not ‘I utilized my gravity-wave extrapolation algorithms to probabilistically ascertain,’ you know.”

“See? You are cheating!”

“Am not! Daddee, guess. Guesssss what I spy!”

Elanus steepled his fingers and looked up at Catie’s ceiling for a moment. “Um…is it a nebula?”

“Yesss!” She sounded astonished. “How did you know?”

“What else could it be, with a description like that?” Lizzie demanded. “It’s my turn. I spy, with—”

“No,” Catie protested. “No, my turn’s not overrr yet. He has to guess the color. What’s the colorrrr, Daddeee?”

Elanus blinked. “Um.”

Kieron took pity on him. “Pink,” he said.

“Kee got it!” Lizzie crowed. “My turn now.”

“But that’s cheatingggg,” Catie insisted. “Kieron, you’re not allowed to help Daddeeee come up with the answer.”

“If you’re allowed to use long-distance instruments to spy things instead of close optics, why can’t Kee help Elanus figure out the color of your nebula?”

“Because it’s not the same!”

The girls devolved into an argument that Elanus had to mute after a few seconds. Kieron got up from where he’d been reviewing an Alliancec file on Hadrian’s Colony and sat next to Elanus. The smile he got for it told him it was the right move. He hated having to wonder whether the things he did genuinely made Elanus happy, or whether the man was putting on a good front for him.

Then again, the mere fact that Elanus was here with him, after watching Kieron messily behead the man who’d been holding Elanus hostage, had to mean that the guy’s feelings for him were sincere. Kieron wasn’t sure why, but he knew that they were. He just needed to learn what that meant for them, now that he couldn’t remember anything before a month ago. Not meeting Elanus, not meeting the girls, not even leaving Trakta. He was a mess of unhappy memories and negative emotions, the only bright spots being the sense of warmth and well-being he felt every time he looked at Elanus or spoke with Lizzie and Catie.

He loved him. He loved the girls, AI-powered ships with glorious, pure hearts who somehow loved him back. He couldn’t remember why, though. Massive head trauma will do that to a person.

“How did you know it was pink?” Elanus asked, pulling Kieron out of his unpleasant ruminations.

“Odds are good that anything Catalina picks as a standout favorite will be pink,” he replied, and Elanus chuckled. “But I also remember this section of space. There’s only one nebula close to the colony, the Spiderweb Nebula, and it’s shockingly pink to our eyes.”

“Really?” Elanus’s eyes went distant as he activated his implant, pulling the information into his brain so he could see it for himself. “Wow, that is neon pink. Holy shit.”

“Yeah it is.” They smiled at each other, and for a moment everything was okay. Just for a moment, though.

Kieron had learned fast that Elanus was incredibly good at powering through difficult times, and he kept the conversation going without mentioning the blip between them. “Was that part of your education when you were at the colony?”

Kieron nodded. “I started learning the basics of astronavigation when I was seven.” He watched the understanding of what that meant flicker across Elanus’s face. “It was considered especially important for us to know all major astral features within ten light years of the planet. The Spiderweb Nebula was my favorite.”

“Mm.”

“What is a spider?” Lizzie suddenly asked.

“You know what a spiderrrr is,” Catie said with a long-suffering sigh. “They have them on Trakta.”

“Not where I was.”

“They’re everywherrre on Traktaaaa!”

“No they’re not!”

“Lizzie,” Elanus said before the conversation could devolve into another argument. “There are a lot of good documentaries on spiders in the Alliance virtual libraries. Some of them cover the parallel evolution of spiders on different planets, which I think you girls will find especially fascinating.”

Catie made a “hmm” noise with her engines. “I thought humans transported spiders with them when they colonized new planets.”

“They did,” Kieron put in, “but they also found native animals on some of these planets that resembled what they knew as spiders. There were even spiders waiting for us at Hadrian’s Colony.”

“What color were they?” Catie immediately demanded.

Kieron smiled. “Pink.”

He still wasn’t completely sure that going back to Hadrian’s Colony was the right decision. Staying on Gania, especially anywhere near Chelen City, was impossible, though. He’d assassinated the president of the damn planet. President Moreno was in the process of being tried for assassinating his own VP at the time, but that wasn’t material to the fact that he had murdered a very important man, and needed to be gone because of it.

They’d concealed the killing, he and Elanus had left the planet with Catie, and media outlets on Gania were reporting that Moreno had kidnapped Elanus and escaped with him as a hostage. They needed to stay gone long enough to sell that story and let the furor die down, and given that his childhood was one of the clearest things in his memory, returning here had seemed like a good idea at the time. It was likely no more than ruins, but ruins could speak if you listened well enough.

Smart or not, it was too late for second guessing. They were almost to the colony. Time to face his past, and see if that helped him reconcile his present and offer any hope for his future.

Picking back up

 Hi darlins,

Okay, so! I no longer have Covid, but I'm still getting over the residuals. It's not nice! Not nice at all, booooo. I thought I'd have a lot more time to plot and plan in June, and then I spent most of that time sleeping and recovering. So no story this week, BUT! I should be back to posting next week, at least one of the blog stories. I'll have two going here asap--Hadrian's Colony and Lord of Unkindness, referencing the group of ravens on that particular cover ;)

I appreciate your patience <3

Gah.

 So, I got Covid while on vacation. We came home a day early so I could quarantine more easily. Hopefully my kidlet and her daddy avoid it, because uuuugh. I meant to have story details for you, darlins, but it's going to be a little while for me.

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!

Thank you SO, SO MUCH for reading! You make my life better.

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.

Chelen City: Chapter Twenty-Six, Part One

 Notes: Hoo boy, looks like we're going to get another story about these two. Way to mess with my plans, plot bunny!

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

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Chapter Twenty-Six, Part One

 

Ah.

Well.

This was a bit of a to-do. One not at all helped by the fact that Elanus’s first response was to say, “What the fuck!?”

He managed to quell Kieron’s rage long enough to shut off any broadcasting devices, get the door closed, and haul Moreno into the only functional ship nearby—Lizzie. There had been another ship, apparently, one manned by a less intelligent AI than Elanus’s kid, and Lizzie hadn’t hesitated to infect it with a virus that sent it into a self-destructive spiral. Its engine overheated and all the electronics melted to slag. The rest of it, Elanus would have to take care of later. For now, there was plenty to take care of, not the least of which was the total collapse of his plans, all the way through Z.

“Why did you kill him?” he demanded once Lizzie’s hatch closed. “There was no need for that!”

“He was holding you at gunpoint, so I’d say there was every need for that,” Kieron snapped back. “What the hell? You told me you weren’t going to be in any real danger, but that looked like intensely real danger to me.”

Elanus shook his head impatiently. “He wouldn’t have killed me.”

“He would have.”

“He wouldn’t, it would have been a death sentence for him, he—”

Kieron stabbed a finger toward Moreno. “That piece of shit was responsible for the attack that nearly killed both me and his vice-president. Right? He’s been inciting people into a frenzy ever since he was put into custody. You think he couldn’t have made a case for self-defense when it came to killing you? You think he might have bothered at all, when the goal was getting himself off the planet? He. Was. Going. To. Kill you.”

“You don’t know that,” Elanus insisted. “That’s not how we do things on Gania. We only assassinate others when we’re positive it won’t come back on us, and I might not be as popular as he is but I employ over half this fucking city. There would be plenty of pushback over my death, and it would make things incredibly difficult for him.”

“At least he’d have a future!” Kieron shouted. “You’d just be dead! You’d be dead, you think—you’ve got Elfshot, complications are a given, you think it’s bad enough that my brains are scrambled beyond all belief, how would anything get any better with you being stuck in a Regen tank while you regrew a heart? Or lungs?”

Elanus sighed. This wasn’t an argument he was going to win. “Fine. But now he’s dead, and Lizzie doesn’t have a Regen tank so he’s going to stay that way, and you dragged our daughter into your deception of Catie, who’s feeling like shit at the moment—” he could feel her angsting over Lizzie tricking her over the implant “—and we have a hell of a lot of problems to solve now.”

“Do not talk to me about deception when you lied to me about what you intended to do here today,” Kieron said coldly, and Elanus’s ire subsided. He had a point there. “I wouldn’t have had to fly over here at breakneck speed with Lizzie blocking all radars and putting her sister off just to save your sorry ass from being murdered if you’d been honest with me in the beginning.”

“Kieron—”

“Are you ever honest with me?” Kieron persisted, and now Elanus was starting to get worried. “Do you ever actually tell me the truth, or is it always a guessing game when it comes to what you deign to share? Because I’ve got to be honest, if that’s the way things are then I don’t know how I live with you. I don’t know what’s keeping us together other than trauma. Honesty is vitally important to me, Elanus, and I might not be able to remember our relationship but I remember the fuck out of that.”

The worried feeling blossomed into full-blown anxiety. “What are you saying?”

Kieron crossed his arms. “I don’t know. I don’t—I can’t talk about this right now. We need to figure out what to do with the body first. What’s the plan? Come on, smart guy,” he added sarcastically. “Give me a plan.”

He wanted a plan? Fine. Elanus actually had one coming together in his head right now. It wasn’t the plan he’d hoped for, but it ought to work. “We…need to make it look like Moreno got away with it,” he said slowly, sounding it out as he spoke. “Everything that happened in there was recorded, it’ll go to Caria. We need to make it look like Moreno has taken me along with him and escaped. He’s won, kind of, but he doesn’t give his followers any last messages or anything like that. He just…leaves. Anticlimactic, the kind of thing that will take the wind out of their sails. That, on top of him abducting me along the way, will give her a lot of room to work when it comes to discrediting him.”

“You won’t be able to stay here if that’s the play,” Kieron said stiffly. “The girls are good, but the odds that someone will catch sight of you in some way at some point are high.”

“True,” Elanus agreed. “I’ll have to leave Gania. Put someone else in charge of the company again, shut down the house, genuinely step away for a while until it’s safe to come back.”

Kieron narrowed his eyes. “I’m not staying here without you.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Elanus replied. “Actually, I was thinking…maybe you’d pick where we go.” He held his breath. Kieron might be too furious to even consider this avenue right now.

He frowned but paused to consider it. “Why me?” he finally asked.

“Because,” Elanus said as earnestly as he could, “you came here for me. You left Cloverleaf Station for me. You’ve done a hell of a lot of things for me ever since we met, and it’s been hard for you. I can’t imagine how hard it is right now. I want to…” stay with you, fuck, don’t leave me “do whatever you want, for now. As long as it’s remote,” he added. “We can’t risk me being seen abroad for a while.”

“Hm.” Kieron’s hands clenched where they gripped his arms for a moment. “I’ll think about it,” he said at last. “For now, we need to finish making it look like Moreno got away.” He went over to Lizzie’s storage closet and pulled out a mobile cleaning bot. “I’ll go take care of the blood.” He let himself out, and Elanus pressed his hands to his slightly sticky face and suppressed a groan.

He needed a plan to make sure Kieron took him with him, fast.