Gods of Garran

The Gods of Garran: Chapter 51 - LAST

A novel by Meredith Skye

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The command center in Urrlan still bustled with activity in the wake of the sandstorm, which had died down. All extra personnel had been activated to deal with refugees, many of which had come from the northeastern Chanden settlements that Koethe had ordered to be evacuated.

Asta had asked for it. In some vain hope that it would bring her back, he complied.

She had not been seen since before the storm—not since she had walked out into the desert. Koethe had sent teams out to comb the desert looking for her, convinced somehow that she was alive.

But it had been a full day since the storm died down and all his efforts yielded nothing.

Nyan stood beside Koethe in all this, helping with his men in whatever way he could. Meanwhile, his counterpart, Montani, left Garran with her own division, determined to oust Koethe and ruin his career.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing," reported in one of his searchers.

"Keep looking," said Koethe.

Nyan observed him soberly. "You don't think she's still alive, do you? You saw that storm."

Koethe stared at the computer map in the center of the table. He shrugged. "There could be other survivors. Soldiers. Villagers. I can't just stop looking, can I?"

Nyan's face was sympathetic. He knew how much Koethe missed Asta. "No, I suppose not."

They stood there in silence for a few moments. Then one of Koethe's men called out. "I have a report, sir. They've seen her."

Koethe's heart beat faster. He hurried to a console. "Put it through." The wait seemed interminable. Finally a voice came on. "Sir, she's here—at Mirkke. We have her."

"Yes?" demanded Koethe, breathless. "Well, is she alive?"

"Yes, sir."

Koethe breathed a sigh of relief. His daughter—all right. "Bring her back to Urrlan."

There was a silence on the radio. Then the voice came back. "I can't, sir. She's ... Well, I think you'd better come here."

Come to Mirkke? "Is she injured?" he demanded.

"No, sir."

Mirkke stood in the desert west of the High Plains, right on the line between what Asta had designated as Chanden and what she'd designated as Garran. Nothing but a ruin.

Koethe drew a breath. "I'm on my way." He cut the conversation off. "Get me a ship," he ordered his crew.

Captain Fauke followed close behind him as he headed for the landing pad—so did Chief Nyan and his two guards. So be it. Koethe didn't argue.

Together they boarded the airship. It wasn't a long journey. Mirkke wasn't far from Urrlan, not by air. Urrlan stood on a cliff that overlooked the High Plains. Mirkke stood on a high butte in the middle of nowhere, an ancient Borrai city. Koethe had no idea why the Borrai had built there.

Koethe counted down the minutes until they landed, impatiently. Finally, they arrived. The place had an oddly convenient place to land an airship. Koethe was the first to debark, followed closely by the others.

He hurried towards the center of the ruined city, which was symmetrically built in a circle out of ancient moonstone. There in the center stood a stone pavilion and Asta stood in the center of it.

"Asta!" he cried. He ran at first, eager to see her. She turned and stared at him with those glowing blue eyes. He slowed down and stopped.

"Asta," he said, quietly, hoping that some part of his daughter was left.

"Commander Koethe," she returned formally. A cold greeting. She stood there, unharmed, dressed lightly for the weather, looking as if she'd come on an afternoon outing—not as if she'd just survived the worst sandstorm in history.

"You're all right?" he asked breathlessly. The others began to catch up with him and stopped upon seeing her.

"I am fine," she said.

He stared at her. So calm, so alien. It was not his daughter. Yet it was.

She took a step towards him. "I see that you have withdrawn your people to the southwest, as requested."

Nyan shot him a look, only now realizing what Koethe had done. He had been complying with Asta's demands as a Borrai.

"Yes," said Koethe. "Those areas are no longer safe," he said, as much for Nyan's benefit as hers.

She nodded, looking slightly amused. It unnerved him how her blue eyes sparkled. "Good."

Now Nyan objected. "You can't give away half the planet to the Garrans. As you said—the High Commission will never approve it."

"But there have been cases where a treaty has been made with native inhabitants, giving them independent control of a portion of the land. The northeast is just a desert wasteland, after all. It's not worth fighting for."

Nyan looked back at Asta. The sight of her seemed to unsettle him. Those blue eyes. "It would take time to ratify such a treaty, once it was even approved."

"True," said Koethe. "It could take years. Meanwhile, I can't afford to man cities a hundred miles from the capital. I won't put my people at risk like that."

The chief considered this. "Garran is a dangerous planet, considering the recent turn of events." He stared at Asta a moment.

"Back me up on this," Koethe said, in earnest.

Nyan turned back to Koethe. "I think I could recommend such an action to the High Commission."

"Thank you," he murmured. He knew that Nyan was taking a risk here. "I appreciate it."

Now Koethe took a few steps closer to his daughter. "Now that this is over, darling, won't you come home?"

Her eyes sparkled blue. "I have duties to carry out."

His heart sank.

She turned to go. That was it? She would just walk out into the desert again?

"Asta, wait!" he said. He took several more steps, closing the gap between them so that he could speak without shouting. She paused, looking at him curiously, as though finding it odd that he should try to stop her.

"Asta," he said. He took a breath, not sure quite what he wanted to say. "I know that it hasn't been ... the last few years, we haven't really spoken." He stuttered, uncertainly. "I just wanted you to know that—I'm sorry. You're my daughter and I love you—no matter what you chose to do with your life."

She stood there and stared at him a moment. Perhaps she looked a little less remote. Maybe her eyes were a little less blue—a little more like her own self. "Thank you," she said quietly.

He felt a thrill. He felt as though he had gotten through. Was this his Asta? He took another step towards her.

"Please, don't stay away forever. I want you to come visit me."

He thought he saw her nod. Then she spoke. "I have some tasks to complete," she said. Again distant. The eyes glowed a strong blue. She took one last look at him before she turned and walked away. But he thought he saw her smile.

Koethe watched her go. He let out a breath. She had vanished over the hill before he gave up watching.

She would come.

THE END

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