Amaranthe V: Riven: Amaranthe Collections, #5

AMARANTHE V: RIVEN

(Riven Worlds: Volume One)

G. S. Jennsen

2021

AMARANTHE V: RIVEN

(Riven Worlds: Volume One)

Copyright © 2019 by G. S. Jennsen

Cover art by Ivan Zann and G. S. Jennsen.

Cover typography by G. S. Jennsen

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Amaranthe V: Riven / G. S. Jennsen.—1st ed.

Originally released in 2021 under the title Riven Worlds: Volume One.

978-1-7351784-4-8

AMARANTHE UNIVERSE

AMARANTHE I: RISE

STARSHINE (Aurora Rising Book One)

VERTIGO (Aurora Rising Book Two)

TRANSCENDENCE (Aurora Rising Book Three)

Shorts: Restless, Vol. I, Restless, Vol. II

AMARANTHE II: REBELLION

SIDESPACE (Aurora Renegades Book One)

DISSONANCE (Aurora Renegades Book Two)

ABYSM (Aurora Renegades Book Three)

Shorts: Apogee

AMARANTHE III: RESONANCE

RELATIVITY (Aurora Resonant Book One)

RUBICON (Aurora Resonant Book Two)

REQUIEM (Aurora Resonant Book Three)

Shorts: Re/Genesis

AMARANTHE IV: MACHINA

EXIN EX MACHINA (Asterion Noir Book 1)

OF A DARKER VOID (Asterion Noir Book 2)

THE STARS LIKE GODS (Asterion Noir Book 3)

AMARANTHE V: RIVEN

CONTINUUM (Riven Worlds Book One)

INVERSION (Riven Worlds Book Two)

ECHO RIFT (Riven Worlds Book Three)

Shorts: Chrysalis

AMARANTHE VI: VERGE

ALL OUR TOMORROWS (Riven Worlds Book Four)

CHAOTICA (Riven Worlds Book Five)

DUALITY (Riven Worlds Book Six)

OTHER SHORT STORIES

Solatium  •  Venatoris  •  Meridian  •  Fractals  •  Starlight Express

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CONTENTS

OVERTURE:

Amaranthe Timeline

Characters & Maps

Synopsis: The Story So Far

RIVEN WORLDS VOLUME ONE:

CONTINUUM

Riven Worlds Book One

INVERSION

Riven Worlds Book Two

CHRYSALIS

An Amaranthe Short Story

ECHO RIFT

Riven Worlds Book Three

APPENDIX:

Author's Note

About the Author

View the timeline at the Amaranthe Wiki.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

HUMANS

ASTERIONS

OTHER MAJOR CHARACTERS

MINOR CHARACTERS

Abigail Canivon, cybernetics expert (Human)

Adam Goodwin, AEGIS Flight Lieutenant (Human)

Akamu Chacko, Lieutenant, AEGIS Special Forces (Human)

Ava Zobel, former NOIR member (Asterion)

Bautista Rodriguez, Major, Prevo, AEGIS Special Forces (Human)

Braelyn Rossi-Terrage, Kennedy and Noah’s daughter (Human)

Carl Odaka, Colonel, AEGIS Special Forces (Human)

Charles Basquan, owner, Mirai Pavilion (Asterion)

Charles Gagnon, EA Prime Minister (Human)

Cliff, CINT Artificial (Artificial)

Emilio Rogers, Colonel, Dominion Armed Forces (Asterion)

Enkro Khalik, scientist (Savrakath)

Eosha, artist (Novoloume)

Erik Rhom, Justice Division analyst (Asterion)

Graham Delavasi, former SF Intelligence Director (Human)

Hohlaak Ponla-min, interstellar merchant (Barisan)

Hoya Isao, Conceptual Research Director (Asterion)

Ian Sevulch, restaurant waiter (Asterion)

Ildaite Llawhe, Confove Mission Project Director (Naraida)

Isabela Marano, biochemistry professor, Caleb’s sister (Human)

Jaisc, Iona-Cead of the Taenarin (Taenarin)

Jonas Rossi-Terrage, Kennedy and Noah’s son (Human)

Katherine Colson, Administration Advisor (Asterion)

Klas Johansson, Brigadier, DAF (Asterion)

Kolgo elasson-Praesidis, Inquisitor (Anaden)

Kuisk Jhountar, General, Savrakath military (Savrakath)

Lontias elasson-Praesidis, Inquisitor (Anaden)

Miaon, former anarch agent (Yinhe)

Nolan Bastian, AEGIS Field Marshal (Human)

Onai Veshnael, Dean, Novoloume Senator (Novoloume)

Otto elasson-Machim, Machim military commander (Anaden)

Phael Thisiame, Pointe-Amiral, Novoloume military (Novoloume)

Rolph Tremblay, Romane governor (Human)

Solstan Sahlann, Purgatory manager (Novoloume)

Stanley, Morgan’s Prevo counterpart (Artificial)

Taiv ela-Kyvern, CINT informant (Anaden)

Tele Diya, Lieutenant, AEGIS Special Forces (Human)

Vii, employee of Connova Interstellar, Valkyrie’s sister (Artificial)

Zhanre’khavet, Taiyok Elder (Taiyok)

Ziton elasson-Praesidis, Inquisitor (Anaden)

CONCORD

MEMBER SPECIES

Humans

Representative: Mia Requelme

Anadens

Representative: Ferdinand elasson-Kyvern

Novoloume

Representative: Dean Onai Veshnael

Naraida

Representative: Tasme Chareis

Khokteh

Representative: Pinchutsenahn Niikha Qhiyane Kteh

Barisans

Representative: Daayn Shahs-lan

Dankaths

Representative: Bohlke’ban

Efkam

Representative: Ahhk~sae

ALLIED SPECIES

PROTECTED SPECIES

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The Story So Far

View a more detailed summary of the events of the Amaranthe novels online at gsjennsen.com/synopsis.

AURORA RISING

The history of humanity is the history of conflict. This proved no less true in the 24th century than in ancient times.

By 2322, humanity inhabited over 100 worlds spread across a third of the galaxy. When a group of colonies rebelled two decades earlier, it set off the First Crux War. Once the dust cleared, three factions emerged: the Earth Alliance, consisting of the unified Earth government and most of the colonies; the Senecan Federation, which had won its independence in the war; and a handful of scattered non-aligned worlds, home to criminal cartels, corporate interests and people who made their living outside the system.

Alexis Solovy was a space explorer. Her father gave his life in the war against the Federation, leading her to reject the government and military. Estranged from her mother, an Alliance military leader, Alex instead sought the freedom of space and made a fortune chasing the hidden wonders of the stars.

A chance encounter between Alex and a Federation intelligence agent, Caleb Marano, led them to discover an armada of alien warships emerging from a mysterious portal in the Metis Nebula.

The Metigens had been watching humanity via the portal for millennia; in an effort to forestall their discovery, they used traitors among civilization’s elite to divert people’s focus. When their plans failed, they invaded in order to protect their secrets.

The wars that ensued were brutal—first an engineered war between the Alliance and the Federation, then once it was revealed to be built on false pretenses, devasting clashes against the Metigen invaders as they advanced across settled space, destroying every colony in their path and killing tens of millions.

Alex and Caleb breached the aliens’ portal in an effort to find a way to stop the invaders. There they encountered the Metigen watcher of the Aurora universe, Mnemosyne. Though enigmatic and evasive, the alien revealed the invading ships were driven by AIs and hinted the answer to defeating them lay in the merger of individuals with the powerful but dangerous quantum computers known as Artificials.

Before leaving, Alex and Caleb discovered a colossal master gateway that generated 51 unique signals, each one leading to a new portal and a new universe. But with humanity facing extinction, they returned home armed with a daring plan to win the war.

Four Prevos (human-synthetic meldings) were created in a desperate gambit to vanquish the enemy invaders before they reached the heart of civilization; then they were given command of the combined might of the Alliance and Federation militaries. Alex and her Artificial, Valkyrie, led the other Prevos and the military forces against the alien AI warships in climactic battles above Seneca and Romane. The invaders were defeated and ordered to withdraw through their portal, cease their observation of Aurora and not return.

During the battle, hints of the consciousness of her deceased father manifested in the shared connection between Alex and Valkyrie. Alex reconciled with her mother during the final hours of the war, and following their victory Alex and Caleb married and attempted to resume a normal life.

But new mysteries waited through the Metis portal. Six months later, Caleb, Alex and Valkyrie traversed it once more, determined to learn the secrets of the portal network and the multiverses it held, leaving humanity behind to struggle with a new world of powerful quantum synthetics, posthumans, and an uneasy peace.

And in the realm beyond the portal, Mnemosyne watched.

AURORA RENEGADES

Following the victory over the Metigens, Alex, Caleb and Valkyrie set off to unlock the secrets of the Metigens’ portal network. Discovering worlds of infinite wonder, they made both enemies and friends. A sentient planet, Akeso, that left a lasting mark on Alex and Caleb both. Silica-based beings attempting to grow organic life. A race of cat-like warriors locked in conflict with their brethren.

Behind them all, the whispered machinations of the Metigen puppet masters pervaded everything. In some universes, the Metigens tested weapons. In some, they set aliens against each other in new forms of combat. In yet more, they harvested food and materials to send through the massive portal at the heart of the maze.

But Alex and Caleb found yet another layer to the puzzle. In one universe, they discovered a gentle race of underground beings with a strange history. Their species was smuggled out of the universe beyond the master portal by the Metigens. They watched as their homeworld was destroyed by a powerful species known as Anadens; but for the Metigens, they would have perished as well.

Back home in Aurora, the peace proved difficult to maintain. The heroes of the war—the Prevos who melded their minds with AIs—found themselves targeted by politicians and a restless population desperate for a place to pin their fears. Under the direction of a new, power-hungry Earth Alliance PM, the government moved to cage and shackle them.

In desperation, the Prevos uploaded the AIs’ consciousnesses into their own minds, fled from their governments’ grasp and disappeared onto independent colonies. Devon Reynolds published the details of the Prevo link to the exanet, unleashing its capabilities for anyone who wanted to follow in their footsteps.

Meanwhile, an anti-synthetic terrorist group emerged to oppose them, fueled by the rise of Olivia Montegreu as a Prevo. While the private face of Prevos was the heroes who defeated the Metigens, the public face became the image of Olivia killing a colonial governor and tossing him off of a building in front of the world.

Unaware of the struggles her fellow Prevos faced, Alex forged her own path forward. Rather than bringing the AI into herself, she pushed out and through Valkyrie, into the walls of the Siyane. Piloting her ship in a way she never dreamed, Alex was able to feel the photonic brilliance of space itself. Over time, however, that bond began to capture more of her spirit and mind.

On the surface of a destroyed planet, Mesme at last revealed all. The portal network, which the Metigens called the Mosaic, was above all else a refuge for those targeted for eradication by the Anadens. And the Anadens, rulers of the true universe through the master portal, were the genetic template upon which humanity was built. Aurora was nothing more than another experiment of the Metigens, created so they could study the development and nature of their enemy and the enemy of all life.

Alex and Caleb returned to Aurora to find a galaxy rocked by chaos. After the execution of Olivia Montegreu by Alliance and Prevo forces, Miriam had gone rogue. Under her careful planning, a resistance force, bolstered by help from inside the Senecan and Alliance militaries, moved to remove the despotic Alliance PM.

As Alex struggled with her growing addiction to an ethereal, elemental realm, she felt herself being pulled away from reality. Away from her husband, her mother, her friends. She watched as those she loved fought, but increasingly found herself losing her own battle.

When terrorists staged a massive riot on Romane, Dr. Canivon, the mother of the Prevos, was murdered in front of Devon and Alex. Overcome by her own and Valkyrie’s grief, Alex unleashed the explosive power of the ethereal realm to destroy the terrorists’ safehouse. Standing in the rubble of her destruction, Alex made a decision to sever the quantum connection between herself and the Siyane, choosing a tangible, human life. Choosing Caleb.

Miriam wrested control of the EA government away from the PM, bringing an end to the Prevo persecution. In the wake of victory, however, a shadowy Anaden hunter emerged from the darkness to attack Alex and Caleb. Caleb was gravely injured when the Anaden’s power, known as diati, leapt into him, healing his wounds and helping him kill the alien.

Mesme revealed the ominous consequences of the attack. Soon, the Anaden leadership would discover Aurora. When they did, they would destroy it unless humanity could stand against them. Mesme told Miriam and the others to prepare, but knowing the end game was upon them, asked Alex and Caleb to come to Amaranthe. The master universe. The home and dominion of the Anadens.

AURORA RESONANT

In Aurora, Miriam led the formation of a multi-agency, multi-governmental (GCDA) and military (AEGIS) organization dedicated to meeting the imminent threat of the Anadens.

In Amaranthe, Alex and Caleb discovered an underground ‘anarch’ resistance movement against the Anaden Directorate. They made contact with an anarch agent, Eren asi-Idoni, and he helped them infiltrate the Anadens’ Machim military command and steal secret information on the Machim fleets. Alex and Caleb were captured, but not before Valkyrie uploaded the information they sought. Eren ‘nulled out’ rather than being captured, for when Anadens died they underwent a regenesis procedure that returned their consciousness to a new body.

Valkyrie transmitted the data to AEGIS then returned to Amaranthe. When Eren reawakened, he joined Valkyrie and Mesme on the Siyane, and they rescued Alex and Caleb from the prison where they were being tortured for information.

The Directorate nonetheless learned the full truth about the Metigens/Katasketousya creation of Aurora and ordered a fleet to deliver a powerful weapon known as a Tartarus Trigger to Aurora and annihilate humanity. Forewarned, Miriam led a fleet of warships into Amaranthe to intercept them.

The battle commenced with the destruction of the one known gateway into the Mosaic, and Mesme sneaked onto the lead Machim warship and stole the Tartarus Trigger. Humanity used its Prevos, Rifts and other tricks to take the Anadens by surprise and prevail in the battle. Afterward, Alex, Caleb, Miriam and Mesme were summoned to a secret meeting with the leader of the anarchs, Danilo Nisi, and a tenuous alliance was formed.

AEGIS scored several early victories but also devastating losses. While the battles raged, Alex and the other Prevos developed a method for using sidespace to open physical wormholes, enabling AEGIS vessels to travel anywhere in known space without using the Anaden gateway system.

The AEGIS fleet attacked the Machim homeworld, destroying the Dyson rings encircling its sun and blowing up their orbital military command station. At the same time, Nisi broadcast an impassioned speech across the empire setting forth the Directorate’s sins and the anarch’s mission to free those oppressed.

In a flashback Caleb’s diati showed him, it was revealed that Nisi was actually Corradeo Praesidis, the former leader of the powerful Anaden Praesidis dynasty. Many millennia ago, his son tried to kill him; thinking him dead, the son stole his name, face and power, and now served on the Directorate as the Praesidis Primor.

Valkyrie and her twin, Vii, had spent months rebuilding the consciousness of David Solovy that manifested during the final battle of the Metigen War. Using the Anadens’ regenesis technology, they transferred his consciousness to a cloned body, and he and Miriam were reunited after twenty-five years.

The Directorate tracked an AEGIS vessel to the primary anarch base and launched a surprise attack, and a bloody battle followed in orbit and on the ground. To stop a Machim warship from bombing the base with antimatter missiles, Alex re-established her ethereal connection with the Siyane to bypass the warship’s shielding and destroy it; in doing so, she found the connection no longer exerted the damaging hold on her it once did.

Alex soon discovered a way to use the supradimensional properties of the mysterious Reor mineral to access the contents of the Reor slabs used by the Directorate to store sensitive information. She uncovered the location of the Directorate’s regenesis backups, and AEGIS and the anarchs devised a plan to take out the entire Directorate, permanently, in one massive strike.

For all but two of the Directorate members, the mission succeeded with minimal losses. However, the Machim Primor escaped his assassination attempt. Armed with the location of one of the Mosaic gateways, he acquired a new Tartarus Trigger and raced to wipe out the Aurora universe.

On Solum (Earth’s twin), Caleb engaged the Praesidis Primor in a battle of staggeringly powerful diati, and the diati freed when the Primor died rampaged wild. Caleb couldn’t wrestle it under control, and it killed millions before destroying the planet itself.

The anarchs learned that the Primors kept an additional regenesis backup stored on their secret space station, the Protos Agora, which orbited the Milky Way galactic core. The Stalwart II took the Tartarus Trigger Mesme stole at the start of the conflict and used it to destroy the station.

Just when they believed they had finally achieved victory, they discovered the Machim Primor’s plans. The Primor had a head start, and the only way to try to prevent him from destroying Aurora was for the Kats to disconnect it from the Mosaic, rendering it unreachable forever. Caleb, however, instead used his now total control over diati to command the cosmic force to pull all the pocket universes in the Mosaic—including Aurora—into Amaranthe, then destroy the Mosaic.

He succeeded, but the energy the act required killed him. While Miriam and the others worked out what it meant for all of humanity to now exist in Amaranthe, Alex took Caleb to the living planet of Akeso and, via the deep connection they shared, Akeso brought him back to life.

ASTERION NOIR

On the planet of Mirai in the Gennisi galaxy, a woman woke up in a rain-soaked alley with no memory of who she was or how she’d gotten there. Two strangers found her and offered to take her in. When asked, she told them her name was Nika, though she didn’t know why.

Fast forward to five years later. Nika, alongside her rescuers Perrin and Joaquim, led a group of rebels called NOIR against the despotic government of the Asterion Dominion. An insidious virutox was infecting people’s programming, altering their personalities and causing them to commit inexplicable crimes. NOIR’s investigation of the virutox brought them to Dashiel Ridani, who Nika learned was her lover in her prior life, before she lost her memory.

With her world thrown into disarray, Nika and Dashiel chased the threads of her lost identity while searching for the source of the virutox. Their search led them to the leaders of the Asterion Dominion, the Guides. Nika broke into the Guides’ data vault, where she found they had ordered her psyche-wipe five years earlier after she pressed them on a series of disappearances.

Meanwhile, Gemina Kail, an Administration Advisor, traveled to an alien stronghold across the galaxy, where she delivered thousands of Asterions in stasis chambers to an alien species called the Rasu.

As the virutox spread, wreaking increasing havoc across the Dominion, Justice Advisor Adlai Weiss traced the source to the Guides’ doorstep. They ordered him to drop the case and let the virutox propagate among the population. He disobeyed, developed a vaccine and contacted NOIR for help in distributing it.

Across the galaxy, Nika and Dashiel discovered the stronghold of the alien Rasu. A metal-based shapeshifting species of immense power, they’d constructed hundreds of thousands of warships and space stations. Armed with this terrifying information, Nika and Dashiel returned to Mirai.

One of the Guides, Delacrai, defied the others to help Nika. She shared how an Asterion scout ship encountered the Rasu eight years ago; the crew was captured and killed. The Rasu grew interested in the Asterions’ unique bio-synthetic intelligence powered by kyoseil and quantum programming, and in return for not attacking Asterion Dominion worlds, they demanded a regular supply of Asterions to experiment on. The Guides agreed.

The other Advisors were told the terrible truth about the Rasu and the Guides’ deal with the aliens. They scrambled to undo the damage eight years of the Rasu Protocol had inflicted while racing to find a way to respond to an impending Rasu deadline, when the aliens expected more Asterions to be delivered.

Nika’s oldest friend from her former life, Maris Debray, revealed that both she and Nika were members of the First Generation: Asterions who had never erased their psyches in the 700,000 years since they fled the Anaden Empire and created themselves as a new species by merging Anaden DNA, AI programming and the kyoseil mineral. Only a few dozen of the First Generation remained, and their history was kept secret from everyone else.

With time running out, Nika sought the help of the Sogain, an enigmatic species who once threatened the Asterions with extinction if they ever trespassed on Sogain territory. This time, the aliens disclosed the location of a single, stranded Rasu.

An Asterion team captured the Rasu and brought it to Mirai for interrogation. The creature revealed that the Rasu exhibited a collective intelligence when physically connected to other Rasu, but regained independent thought when they were separated. They intended to use kyoseil to control other Rasu over great distances, as kyoseil was supradimensional, deeply interconnected and one of the universe’s oldest life forms.

Using this knowledge, the Asterions identified a way to link their consciousnesses together via kyoseil. They dubbed these connections ‘ceraffin’ and used them to develop a plan to face the Rasu.

They constructed volatile electricity bombs to be sneaked into the Rasu stronghold. The Rasu were expecting 8,000 Asterions in stasis chambers, so Nika used the ceraff structure to split her psyche into shards inhabiting 8,000 copies of herself.

The copies were delivered to the Rasu as expected, and they awoke inside the Rasu’s lab on their primary space station. Chaos ensued as they fought to reach the power control center, even as they were cut down by the thousands. A mere dozen made it to the control center, and a single instance survived to override the power safeguards.

Dashiel detonated the electricity bombs, and a cascading power overload ripped through the stronghold. It destroyed the Rasu’s Dyson lattice, which triggered an intense surge in solar flare activity, and all the Rasu stations and vessels were incinerated, save one vessel that escaped through a wormhole.

The Asterions recognized this was not the end of the conflict, but the beginning, and they needed to prepare for the Rasu’s return. Nika was contacted by the Sogain, who informed her the Anaden Empire of old had fallen and suggested she might find allies among the new one which had risen to take its place.

Nika journeyed to the Asterions’ ancestral home, the Milky Way. Before she arrived, however, a wormhole opened in the cabin of her ship, and Alex Solovy walked through it.

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CONTINUUM

RIVEN WORLDS BOOK ONE

BACK COVER BLURB

Humanity has seized its destiny among the stars. But space remains vast and untamed, and nothing has prepared us to face the dangers rising from the deep shadows of the void.

Fourteen years after The Displacement flung humanity into a universe teeming with alien life, a tenuous alliance has taken root among humans, Anadens, and numerous other species. The wounds of war and revolution have begun to heal, peace and prosperity are within reach, and the architects of The Displacement, Alex Solovy and Caleb Marano, are enjoying an idyllic existence on the living planet of Akeso.

But growing troubles fester beneath the surface of this alliance. An upstart species offers allegiance with one hand but readies weapons of mass destruction with the other, while the Anadens, leaderless and adrift for years, increasingly refuse to play by humanity’s rules.

As tensions simmer, Nika Kirumase, leader of the Asterions—a splinter group of former Anadens thought aeons dead—arrives bearing a warning of a terrifying enemy advancing across the void. Known as the Rasu, the powerful race of shapeshifting metal has already killed tens of thousands of Asterions in its quest to control all of known space.

Nika’s people have struck a blow against the Rasu, and now they race against time to prepare for the coming reprisal. An alliance with humanity stands to give them a fighting chance against their enemy. But for humanity, such an alliance may cost them everything, pushing the fragile peace they fought so hard to achieve to the breaking point and beyond.

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In Amaranthe, where exotic alien life, AIs, wormholes, indestructible starships and the promise of immortality rule the day, no feat seems out of reach for humanity. But when the worlds of Aurora Rhapsody and Asterion Noir collide and the Rasu horde descends upon them both, more will be asked of heroes past and future. More will be given and more taken, and when the dust settles the very fabric of Amaranthe will be changed forever.

CONTENTS

PART I

A NEW WORLD

PART II

SET PIECES & STRATEGEMS

PART III

TRIBULATION'S ORBIT

PART IV

RIVEN

PART I

A NEW WORLD

1

AKESO

Ursa Major II Galaxy

LGG Region I

Blades of grass crunch beneath the steady gait of our hooves as our powerful leg muscles propel us swiftly forward. Elements of us feel the brief pressure, the weight that flattens the blades against our earth. Elements of us feel instead the compression of our earth in response, the momentary subtraction of sunlight and oxygen before the pressure is removed and we unfurl to our former shape. Elements of us feel the resistance from the air to our movement forward, how our breeze skates along our silken coat then reforms behind us to cavort with the tree limbs we’ve left behind.

The rhythm of our journey through the expanse of our forest lulls us into a quiet serenity, a place where we revel in all these perceptions at once and as one—then we race beyond the tree line, out of the shadows and into the sunlight of our meadow.

Motion to the left, where the forest reclaims dominance, draws a portion of our focus. A lark darts from limb to limb upon one of our trees, a worm grasped in its beak. We feel the tree bark rough beneath our dancing feet, see ourselves through its/our eyes, take in the gleam of our majestic spiraling horns set upon the afternoon light. We soar up to a nest with our prize in tow/we resume our gallop and leave our meadow behind.

Beneath a sun cooling as it descends toward the horizon, we leap grandly into the frigid waters of our creek and bound up onto the embankment on the other side. We pause to shake droplets of water from our coat, and we are the droplets as they are flung into our air and plummet to the damp soil of our creek’s bank. Then we turn and trace the path of the bank toward the north, at a more leisurely pace now that we have sated our fervor.

For we sense a brief crack in the fabric of the world and with it, Her return to us.

We loiter in the clearing near the Structures, circling languidly as we munch on our lush grass at our feet and await our reunion.

Other blades of our grass compress beneath other steps, and we shift our awareness toward the movement. Warmth—joy, contentment, a stirring of anticipation—rises in our chest as we observe Her. The warmth spreads from our elafali form through our earth into our trees to frolic along our gurgling creek, and our song reaches the ears of those who would hear it.

She grins as she nears our form, the spread of Her lips brightening Her features. Her head moves side to side to send long burgundy tresses dancing across Her skin where neck meets shoulders.

She comes to a stop in front of us, Her lips curling up anew as a hand reaches out to stroke the thick hair of our long, curving neck then moves up to caress the curl of our horns. Her touch both calms and excites us, but we experience no contradiction or discord, for we are accustomed to experiencing many and varied sensations at once. We nudge our way closer and nuzzle Her neck until She laughs and steps away.

It’s time to come home. And this time, remember to get dressed before you leave the forest. We’re having a guest for dinner.

We feel the blades of grass, flush and cool, pressing against the heat of our skin stretched taut over our spine….

Caleb breathed in slowly, letting the crisp air fill our/his lungs, and let it out in a series of short puffs. He flexed his fingers, then his toes, and so bit by bit reclaimed conscious control over his body and sovereignty over his mind.

The process was second nature by now, for he’d performed it hundreds of times in the last fourteen years, but he always tried to make sure he felt at home in his own skin before he opened his eyes. Yet when his eyelashes parted his vision swam, flitting between his own limited human perception and the overwhelming cascade of Akeso’s awareness. He blinked deliberately until the tumultuous sensations faded, then carefully sat up.

Of course, Akeso’s awareness was never further than one of those blinks away; it required only an indefinable shift in his focus to access. The distance between here and there was so slight, it had taken several months of disciplined practice before he was able to keep from accidentally shifting over at random moments—at which point he usually ended up on the floor.

But that was a long time ago, back when this unique and somewhat peculiar existence of his was new and fraught with uncertainty.

He glanced around in search of his clothes, chuckling to himself at Alex’s admonition as he grabbed the navy brushed-wool shirt from the mulberry-and-silver pentas plant he’d draped it on and pulled it on. It was tempting to treat Akeso like their own personal nudist colony, and sometimes they did. But the real world and its social customs intruded even here, in this wild and precious place.

As he stood and finished getting dressed, his mind settled back into itself, and his thoughts drifted to the evening to come. If they were having a guest for dinner, it must mean she’d been successful in her mission to make contact with the Asterion.

At the sound of melodic chirping, he peered up, then stretched out his arm to invite the lark dancing on a limb above to alight upon it. It wasn’t truly a lark, but rather a bundle of organic material molded into Akeso’s admittedly convincing imitation of one of an increasing variety of animal life. It was Akeso as much as the grass and trees and water and soil and planetary crust and atmosphere.

He flicked his arm, and the lark flew up into the tree canopy and vanished. He started off toward the house, purpose creeping into his gait with each step. If she’d been successful in her mission, odds were high their life was about to get interesting again.

The glass-walled, two-story house sat almost precisely on the spot where the Siyane had first landed here nearly fifteen years ago, around forty meters from the creek where Akeso had cured the poison coursing through Alex’s veins. Behind the house, shrubs and flowering plants transitioned to trees then grew into a woodland that stretched for hundreds of kilometers.

The glass remained untinted, and he could see Alex in the kitchen marinating the steaks and sliding cubes of peppers and mushrooms onto skewers. He drank her in through his own eyes this time, appreciating the way the black leggings she wore hugged her long, shapely legs. How the pewter sweater wound through with silver threads made her diamond irises dance in the light. How, as per usual, she hadn’t brushed her hair in hours, making the messy knot it was now half bound into and half tumbling out of earn its name.

She’d left the front door open, and Caleb moved quietly across the porch and inside. He was barefoot, and he’d never wholly lost the skills learned in seventeen years as an intelligence agent. He crept over the distressed hardwood floor into the kitchen, slipped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist to kiss her neck.

Ah! She jumped back against his chest, and a skewer tumbled into the sink. I swear, I’m going to put a bell on you.

No, no. This is much more fun. You were successful? You found your mark, and she didn’t immediately try to kill you?

He’d murmured the words while his lips teased her neck; she hummed in pleasure, and he felt the subtle vibration travel down the skin of her throat and along the trimmed hair of his beard. She’d recently spent hours on board an alien starship, and beneath the scent of marinade and lemons lurked hints of ozone and something bitter, akin to chicory.

The first time he’d communed with Akeso, through blood, the experience had left him with acutely heightened senses for days. Now those heightened senses never left him.

I got her to trust me enough to agree to come here, which I count as a success, yes.

Good job. I’m proud of you.

She snickered, and he knew she rolled her eyes by the way her head angled briefly. He did the same. You know what I mean.

I do—exactly what you said.

No resentment or hurt darkened her voice, but he kissed her neck again anyway before unwinding his arms and leaning on the counter beside her. I never doubted you. So tell me about our guest.

She’s— they both turned at the sound of a ship descending toward the landing complex to the north of the house —here. She’s here.

He picked up the platter stacked with steaks and kabobs. I’ll take over. And wing it with her, I guess.

I suspect you won’t have any trouble. She washed her hands and dried them, then jogged out the door and toward the landing complex.

2

AKESO

As a first impression, the woman who accompanied Alex to the house closely resembled a human, in most respects more so than Anadens did. A fraction taller than Alex and sporting raven hair falling just past her shoulders, her vibrant teal irises sparkled from a thousand points of artificiality even at a distance—but so did Alex’s.

It was her skin that gave her away. It shone from within, almost as if someone had painted a fine layer of glitter beneath the epidermis. Caleb couldn’t say whether it was due to a pervasive cybernetics mesh or pervasive Reor/kyoseil, but it marked her as unmistakably alien.

She moved with decisive, easy efficiency. And something else…it took him longer than it should have to name it, but in fairness he was out of practice. Two opposing demeanors battled one another for dominance in her aspect: poised elegance and a honed, primed awareness of her surroundings.

So she was a fighter, and possibly a killer. Like him—like he used to be. According to Mesme she was also a diplomat, and both facets showed in equal measure in her demeanor.

As she neared, the expression she donned reminded him a little of the one Mia wore whenever she was working: a suggestion of openness painted atop a foundation of steel.

Our visitor is something new.

It had taken a while, but Akeso was on occasion starting to display a bit of curious attention to the various guests who paid them a visit. Yes, I believe she is.

He dialed the grill down to low and shifted toward them as they arrived at the side terrace.

Caleb, this is Nika Kirumase. Nika, this is my husband, Caleb Marano.

The Asterion dipped her chin in a universal gesture of respect. It’s wonderful to meet you, Mr. Marano.

Please, call me Caleb. We are as casual as it gets here. Welcome. He motioned to the grill. Before I go any further, do you like steak? Because we also have fish, chicken and nearly everything else that’s edible.

Do I ever. I mean, assuming you’re referring to red meat? I’m not using a translator, so I need to be careful of subtle differences in word meanings. My Communis is not always the same as your Communis.

Understood, but you needn’t worry. You got it right. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes, and will also include vegetable kabobs and wild rice.

Alex gave an exaggerated moan. My mouth’s already watering. But this means I have time to show Nika around. She motioned toward the side door, and she and their guest disappeared inside.

Nika stared at him and Alex over an empty plate and an empty glass. "So let me see if I’ve got this correct. The Sogain—Kats, as you call them—formed a bunch of pocket universes where they ran experiments searching for ways they might defeat the Anadens, who over the millennia had become brutal and ruthless dictators. In one of those pocket universes, they used Anaden DNA to recreate the species as Humans. As you.

Fast-forward a few time-accelerated aeons, and you—the two of you specifically—found the exit portal leading out of your pocket universe. The Kats sent a fleet of warships to wipe Humanity out, only you defeated them and kicked them out of the universe they’d created. Then you took your own fleet into their portal network to investigate what they were up to—

Alex interrupted while she refilled the woman’s wine glass. Not a fleet. Only one ship at first. The larger one out there on the landing pad, in fact.

"An extraordinary enough ship can count as a fleet. Anyway, the Anaden leadership discovered what the Kats had been doing and moved to destroy your pocket universe and everyone in it. But Humanity brought an actual fleet to Amaranthe and, again, defeated an enemy who outnumbered and outpowered you. Then, Caleb, you used Praesidis diati to draw the Kats’ network of pocket universes into Amaranthe. And now all the Humans live here alongside the Anadens and a bunch of other species."

Alex sighed dramatically; she was trying to be serious and failing. Well, you left out most of the good parts, but that more or less covers it, yeah.

Damn. Nika shook her head and took a long sip of her wine. She’d devoured the steak and cherry-picked the mushrooms off of three kabobs, and Caleb made a note to restock on mushrooms in case this wasn’t her sole visit. Which he found himself hoping it wasn’t. She was affable, pleasant and, despite his initial observation regarding her nature, didn’t appear to mean them any harm. And Alex seemed to genuinely like her.

How do the Anadens feel about you ruling them?

Caleb nudged his plate off to the side and relaxed in his chair. We don’t rule them. We’ve spent years fighting and clawing to shape a governmental structure which treats all species as equal and gives everyone a voice in major decisions.

And how’s that working out?

She also had a sharp wit that on occasion veered toward biting, but she displayed confidence more than maliciousness. "It’s…working. Most days and in most ways. Alex, get that look off your face. It is."

Is a disaster, you mean. Alex groaned in mostly mock disgust. But I’ll concede it’s no greater of a disaster than any other government system and a damn sight better than the one it replaced. Nika, the Directorate didn’t exist at the time of the SAI Rebellion, did it? Official Anaden historical records are somewhat unreliable on the subject of…on most subjects.

I’m not surprised. History is written by the victors, right? No, or at least not by that name. The Empire called itself a republic back then. A republic that declared war on its own citizens, mind you.

I’d like to get all high and mighty about it, but the truth is, so did ours, back when humanity resided in its cocoon. We were lucky that cooler, more reasonable heads prevailed in our case, Alex said. "You should know going in: a lot of Anadens still don’t trust SAIs or hybrids or…they tend not to trust anyone, but especially synthetic-based life. Legally, synthetics enjoy the same rights as organics in Concord, and the Anadens have been forced to accept them in official interactions, but behaving in public is not the same as trust.

Humans, though, are on the whole a lot more open-minded when it comes to synthetics. Hell, many of us are functionally closer to Asterions than we are to Anadens. Except for the kyoseil.

Kyoseil. When Mesme had first clued them in on the details of the former rebels, they had assumed kyoseil was simply the Asterion word for the substance they knew as Reor. But what this woman had interlaced into the pathways of her body was clearly not a solid, resilient block of mineral. This meant the translucent onyx mineral might in fact be a shell—a layer of protective armor—for the supradimensional fibers that ran through it. Kyoseil.

And I am interested in hearing a great deal more about how you have mountains of kyoseil for the taking. Nika’s iridescent eyes flickered and her lips pursed. He suspected they were visual cues of the effort it took for her to not say anything further, and he had to wonder exactly how badly she wanted their kyoseil.

But all in due time. Thank you for dinner. It was delicious, and far tastier than anything I’ve had on my ship for the last several weeks. Also for the crash course in Humanity’s story and the current geopolitical situation here. I’ve been away for…a long time.

Seeing an opening, Caleb leaned forward in interest. Is it true you participated in the SAI Rebellion?

The woman studied her empty plate for several seconds, then nodded slowly without looking up. It’s not cut-and-dried, and not many people know. But in the ways which matter? Yes, I did. I served as the diplomatic representative for the rebels, which meant I spent most of my time trying, and ultimately failing, to reach a manner of peace with the Anaden government that we could live with. That would allow us to live as we chose—or in many cases live at all.

Brave of you to return here.

I haven’t returned as a rebel, but rather as a… she frowned as her gaze passed between him and Alex …neither of you seem especially taken aback by the fact I just admitted I’m seven hundred thousand years old.

Alex idly twirled her wineglass between her fingers. You’re not actually the first person we’ve met who’s aeons old. All the Primors were, though they’re also all dead now. And the Kats. No one knows exactly how long they’ve been alive, but they are not spring chickens. Then there was Danilo Nisi, or Corradeo, or whatever we want to call him, though he might also—

You don’t mean Corradeo Praesidis? He can’t still be alive.

He and Alex exchanged a quick look, and Caleb forced himself not to tense. You knew him?

If that’s the word you’d like to use. Is he?

Caleb shrugged. He was as of fourteen years ago. He took a ship and disappeared not long after The Displacement. Hasn’t been seen since.

The man was already gone by the time Akeso returned Caleb to life, which had been a disappointment. Freed of the diati, he would have appreciated the opportunity to say goodbye to someone who hadn’t quite been either a friend or a mentor, yet more than both. But if The Displacement had stripped Nisi of his diati as it did the rest of the Praesidis, the man likely would not have had any interest in speaking to Caleb, so perhaps it had worked out for the best.

Nika sank deeper in her chair and brought a hand to her chin. He wasn’t a member of the Anaden leadership—the Directorate?

No, he was the leader of the rebellion against it.

The woman snorted. Bullshit.

Alex laughed. "Fair response, but no bullshit. It’s a long, torrid story, but the short version is, around six hundred thousand years ago his son, Renato, tried to kill him. Renato thought he’d succeeded and stole his father’s name, face and authority. The diati spirited Corradeo away to a safe location and healed him. He sulked around this corner of the universe for a few hundred thousand years before returning and joining up with a ragtag group of rebels. To his credit, he transformed them into a rebellion worthy of the title, and when we arrived in Amaranthe, he welcomed us as allies in the fight. Mostly."

I can’t believe it. I… Nika abruptly leaned forward into the table, piercing eyes fixed on Caleb "…that’s who you remind me of. It’s been nagging at me all evening."

It was a testament to the intensity of the woman’s gaze—or possibly the reason for it being directed at him—that Caleb deeply wanted to squirm. He never squirmed under scrutiny. Technically, it was my father who favored the man. He shrugged, forcing levity into the act. A genetic accident.

"One which enables you to control diati."

Enabled. He cleared his throat and stood to busy himself gathering their plates. That’s all in the past.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to broach such a personal topic.

He placed the plates in the sink and glanced back toward the table. No need to apologize. If I haven’t gotten over it in fourteen years, that’s on me.

He inhaled through his nose and listened to the ebb and flow of Akeso breathing for a moment, then shook it off and rejoined them at the table. "I don’t mean to sound bitter. I’m grateful to the diati. It empowered me to save humanity from almost certain annihilation. But through me, it also killed eight billion people, only one of whom deserved it. Diati isn’t a force for good or evil—it’s simply a force. One I have no interest in ever wielding again."

Nika considered him with an almost sad glint in her keen eyes. I understand. Let’s change the subject to something more pleasant. What do the two of you do when you’re not saving the world? This place is exquisite and amazing, but I bet you still put the gorgeous ship out there on the landing pad to good use.

Alex perked up at the mention of her favorite topic. "She’s called the Siyane, and we do. We spend much of our time scouting out previously unknown alien species on behalf of Concord. The Directorate wiped out so many species during their reign, but they didn’t get them all, not even in the nearby galaxies. And we’re gradually pushing the exploration boundaries out farther, beyond the fringes of the Local Galactic Group. We locate undiscovered species, evaluate them and recommend a course of action to Concord. Well, I locate them. Caleb evaluates them."

He offered her an indulgent smile. You help evaluate them.

Ha. Not that time with those Icksel creatures, where instead of helping, I damn near inspired a new religion—not on purpose. Never mind. It’s a terrible story. She reached out and squeezed his hand on the table. You’re sweet to say so. A liar, but sweet.

Then she shifted back to Nika. I have a thousand questions about the Rasu, but I know I hate repeating myself, so I won’t make you do it. We’ll go see my mother in the morning, and you can tell us all at one time about the Rasu.

Your…mother?

"My, um…progenitor? The woman who gave birth—I mean, she didn’t technically give birth to me, we use artificial wombs, but she and my father…."

A sly smirk grew on Nika’s lips, and Caleb stifled a chuckle.

Alex’s nose scrunched up. What?

I know what a mother is. We don’t reproduce in such a manner, but we certainly recognize how virtually all organic species do.

Oh. Alex’s cheeks reddened. I’m sorry, that was clumsy of me. No one will ever mistake me for a diplomat.

You’re doing fine. I merely meant why your mother in particular.

Because she’s the leader of the military, and from what little I do know about the Rasu, they sound as if they are begging for an armed response.

Leader of Humanity’s military? Impressive.

Actually, leader of all the Concord militaries. She’s very good at her job.

She must be.

An alert popped up in Caleb’s eVi, and he quickly focused it…and groaned. Goddammit! He read it a second time then sent a follow-up query for additional information. With a grumble, he pushed away from the table. I hate to do it, but I need to run. Family business.

Alex’s eyes widened at him. Again?

Apparently. I swear, I am going to drag her back to Seneca by her toes and lock her in a steel fortress.

That didn’t work last time.

I know. I’ll think of something better while I’m on the way. He turned to their guest wearing an appropriately chagrined expression. I am so sorry I have to skip out on you. Please, you two enjoy the rest of the evening. I’ll try my best to meet you at Concord HQ tomorrow in time for the meeting.

Nika smiled graciously. Of course. Thank you again for a delicious dinner.

Alex pushed away from the table as well. I’ll be right back.

She followed him through the kitchen to the hall storage. Where is she this time?

He grabbed one of the plasma blades and stuck the hilt in his pants pocket; his gaze passed over the Daemon holstered on the wall and kept going. Savrak.

Fuck. She reached up, unholstered the Daemon and offered it to him. Take it. Just in case.

He hesitated, staring at the gun instead of her…then accepted it and clipped it to his belt.

Cold metal, foreign and angry. This object causes disquiet.

In Akeso, or himself? Once upon a time, the weapon had acted as a natural extension of his hand. No longer. "I’ll take Puddle Jumper and get Mia to authorize me through the temporary Prism leading to the Savrak system. This way, you can take Nika to Concord HQ in the Siyane tomorrow."

Be careful. And patient.

Oh, I’ll be patient, don’t worry. I won’t kill her until we’re safely in Concord space.

That’s not what the Daemon’s for.

Hmm. He drew her into his arms, letting his lips brush lightly over hers. Love you. I’ll see you in the morning.

3

AKESO

A burst of light flared from the Caeles Prism positioned two hundred meters above the landing complex, signifying Caleb’s departure in their backup transport, as Alex stepped out onto the front porch, two fresh glasses of wine in hand.

Nika stood at the porch railing, and her gaze had gone to the Prism when it activated. It’s a wormhole generator, isn’t it?

Probably not too different from what you use on your ship. Alex handed her one of the glasses and joined her at the railing.

A clear night had fallen in full, casting the creek in shadows lit by tiny sparkles of reflected starlight in the water. A melodic hum permeated the air; the soft chirp of a harmony from somewhere among the trees soon joined it, and the gurgling of the creek provided a quiet, rhythmic beat to impose order. She pulsed Caleb.

Akeso is putting on a musical performance for Nika. Your idea?

Me? Never. Akeso must be in a mood to hum a tune tonight.

Uh-huh. Well done.

Alex watched with some amusement as the woman gradually began to realize the sounds weren’t merely the background noises of nature. Her brow furrowed and her eyes darted around; finally, she tilted her head toward Alex. Is the planet…singing?

It is. I think it likes you.

"I know you told me it was alive, but it’s truly alive?"

Alive, self-aware and intelligent, though not in a way familiar to us. In sixty galaxies we haven’t discovered any other life remotely like it. The Kats are exceptionally clever, but Akeso might well be their greatest achievement.

What? The Kats created Akeso?

Alex nodded. It was a Mosaic world, along with two of its siblings. The first inhabited Mosaic system Caleb and I ever visited, in fact. The siblings weren’t quite so friendly as Akeso—the first planet we touched down on perceived us as a threat and tried to kill us. It poisoned me, but when we came here, Akeso healed me. Thus was the beginning of our…unusual relationship with the planet.

Does this mean you have a part of Akeso inside of you as well, the same as Caleb?

A little bit. Not like him, though. When Akeso feels something very strongly, I can feel it, too. But it doesn’t speak to me in…Caleb calls them ‘thought-words.’ It doesn’t converse in a language, but its thoughts become words in his mind.

Is it odd, him being so closely connected to the planet? If you don’t mind me asking.

Alex instinctively queued up a noncommittal answer, but instead of delivering it, she paused to take a sip of her drink. Though they scarcely knew one another, she already felt a kind of kinship with the woman. Here they were enjoying a lovely evening over a bottle of wine while the planet sang to them.

She perched her glass on the railing and leaned closer to her guest, as if to whisper conspiratorially. The first time he had an orgasm after joining with Akeso, the entire planet convulsed in a 4.2 magnitude earthquake.

Nika gasped and brought a hand to her mouth, eyes wide. "It didn’t."

Oh, yes, it did.

I can’t even imagine… the woman laughed …how did you react?

At the time, I laughed the way you are right now. What else was I supposed to do? She sighed whimsically and draped her arms atop the railing. After that happened, they developed methods for Akeso to…not disconnect, because it doesn’t work like that, but to ‘look the other way,’ as it were. And Caleb, too. The symphony of an entire planet going about its business can get rather loud and raucous at times.

Incredible. Nika seemed to ponder on it briefly. Do you regret him joining with the planet?

No! Never. She huffed a breath. I won’t deny there have been challenges…including a few I didn’t anticipate…or that it’s changed him in some tangible ways. But he would have died, would have been lost to me forever. This was the only way. So, no, I don’t regret it for a second.

They fell silent for a moment. She assumed Nika was noodling through the implications and possibly wondering about the challenges Alex had alluded to but not elaborated on. They weren’t that good of friends yet.

Humans can’t use regenesis, then?

You are asking a complicated question replete with political, scientific, religious and philosophical tangles. Not back then, no, they couldn’t. Except for… she stopped herself, as the story of her father’s rebirth would take the rest of the night to tell and still be unbelievable at the end of it …special circumstances. Now, some can. Prevos certainly can, so long as the Artificial half survived whatever befell the human half. Sorry, Prevos are people who, like me, have merged at a neurological level with an Artificial.

That was what kicked off the SAI Rebellion for us. People started merging with SAIs, and the government refused to stand for it. I have a memory from the time and—I should mention, Asterions can relive memories, their own and those belonging to other people, with as much vividness as if the remembered event were happening all over again. So I have this memory of being…two. Myself and my SAI, KIR. It was honestly a beautiful experience. Comforting, to be so close to another living being.

It’s not that way for you now?

No. We are Anaden and SAI and kyoseil, yes, but the psyche that results from the combination is whole and singular. I’m me, and only me. Nika cleared her throat and hurriedly took a sip of wine. But what about you? You have a bonded SAI?

Alex looked toward the sky. Oh, Valkyrie….

In seconds a golden swirl of lights materialized on the porch to quickly solidify into the form of a woman. Not solid, but far more substantial than when the Artificial had first begun to instantiate in the physical world. A long, blond braid wound over her left shoulder and down to her waist. Her attire was practical, dark gray suede workpants and a loose white shirt. Her skin was tanned, as if she’d spent a lifetime outdoors.

Nika jumped. Oh…are you a Kat?

Valkyrie laughed in a soft, elegant timbre that wouldn’t be out of place in the lobby of an opera house. No, though I can understand the confusion. A Kat taught me how to instantiate, so it’s probable I continue to mimic their process more than I have a need to. She extended a hand toward Nika. I’m Valkyrie, and you are Nika Kirumase.

Nika hesitantly reached a hand out in kind, then started when Valkyrie’s hand grasped hers with