Aut the 12th, 5694 CE; 2800 hrs
Grand Prince Vyrik Ceraphym of Cresthold boarded his ship, The Star Bride, with his first general, Ormyn Wie, and a crew of 35. They were to set out for the human ship Avalon ZC, to meet the human colony that had traveled so far to evade their extinction. They had attempted to contact the vessel several times over the length of their journey, only receiving feedback from them within the past six lunar cycles. It had been more than twelve planetary rotations since they'd heard anything at all, and had assumed the worst.
He had been informed that the human ships' crew had also been in stasis up until this point. The colony members wouldn't be awoken for at least three more lunar cycles, and the colony leaders would be awoken a cycle prior to that. He already wasn't fond of the way humans did things. He had informed the crew that he and his general would be boarding in three days' time and that it would be best to wake the leaders so that they might discuss things in person. That had been three days ago; now they were en route.
The Star Bride quickly closed the distance between Alphaterra 4 and the Avalon ZC. General Wie docked the ships and sent a message to the humans that they had arrived, requesting permission to board. With permission received, Vyrik stepped onto the transport pad and pressed a button on his wrist, propelling his body through space in an instant. He found himself quickly on the bridge of the Avalon ZC, face-to-face with what he could only assume was a human female.
The alien stepped cautiously closer to him holding out her hand, an aggressive grin on her face. He took a step back, eyeing her closely. The human looked down at her hand, aggressive expression faltering. They said something in their mother tongue, dubiously expecting him to understand. Vyrik shook his head and gestured at Wie to fix the problem. The man stepped forward, quickly pressing his palm to the human's forehead. His hand glowed for a moment before he took it away.
"General Ormyn has given you the gift of language, human." Vyrik said to her, she nodded.
"I'm Vah Nessa, leader of the Avalon ZC skeleton crew."
"Vah Nessa?" he repeated.
She nodded. "Yes, but only one word, not two."
"Are your leaders being awoken, as requested?" General Wei spoke up.
The female nodded, gesturing to a door on the right. "Would you like to greet them as they wake?"
"Would that not be disorienting? Given the time dilation?" Vyrik cocked his head curiously.
"I don't think so, but you don't have to come if you don't want to." She shrugged.
Vyrik shrugged and nodded, "lead the way."
With no further banter, she led them to the lower levels of the ship via a lift. Upon entry to the massive room filled with low-tech cryo chambers, the pathway dramatically decreased in size, from a three-person-wide hallway, to nearly single file. A technician of some sort preceded Vah Nessa, followed by himself and general Wie. They approached the topmost level of chambers, which appeared slightly larger than those that lined the walls below. A second technician worked on the first two chambers where a pale man of thin but fit build, and a woman of similar physique, though darker complexion, were already in the process of waking. They looked to Vyrik with awe in their faces.
Before either of them could speak, General Wie stepped forward and gave them the Gift. They need not go through with that again.
"What the hell was that?" the male stammered, slack jawed at Wie.
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Radiance: Part One
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