November 14th, 2122
:Are you sure you want to do this, Mandy?: Mir sent, apprehension clear in his mental voice. :I know we're good, but six of us against all two hundred and seventeen of them. Isn't that a bit much?:
Since the Second Battle of Sol, the Unisonbound had trained year upon year, and you'd made sure to keep up with them. It had been difficult around the demands of the Presidency, but as one of the nominal commanders of the formation, it had been something you couldn't avoid. After stepping down, you'd spent two years helping fix the problems that the minimal time you'd been able to give before had meant you couldn't focus on. The Unisonbound were strongest as a whole, and that made fixing them something you could only really do together. Now that that was done, though, there was time for more than that.
:Perhaps,: Elil's not-quite-confirmation of the concerns of the newest member of the Heartcircle really wasn't what you'd hoped to hear. :But it doesn't have to be.: Or maybe not, you thought, sending a burst of thankful warmth down your link to the dark-skinned Clarity-Focused. Mir's confusion was a palpable thing, but Lea took pity on him before you formed a reply.
You had to drill by Heartcircle, that was how the Two Twenty Three fought; and when each Heartcircle was different, matching them against each other in a way that was fair was almost impossible. They were getting better, though. You could see it as you watched a dozen skirmishes rage across an area of space over a light-minute on a side. Void training had been something the Unisonbound had begun practicing more regularly since the Second Battle of Sol, after the true breadth of their capabilities had made the limits of a planet-based training program painfully clear. And these combat drills had more than one advantage when the Contact Fleet was present and watching. Knowing what you'd told them, and seen in recordings, that was one thing. This let you show them how Practice had allowed humanity to break the Tribute Fleet sent against you in a way anyone would understand. Sensor data from their own ships didn't lie.
:You're our hole card for this, Mir. What you've been learning on Mars, none of the rest of us have had time for.: You felt Vega twitch through your link to her. She'd learnt how to Speak before you'd even considered real classes, and that reaction worried you.
:It's not just the Speaking,: you interrupted, coasting your Heartcircle closer to the edge of the combat zone. A few of the skirmishes slowed, proving what you'd suspected. They'd been watching. :It's not fair putting us in command of one side, not with Vega's link to the Web.: You filled that statement with as much warmth and non-judgemental understanding as you could, trying to direct it at the Harmonial and felt more than most of it slide off into nothing. :It's known that we're the strongest Heartcircle in the Two Twenty Three, but the margin needs to be quantified. The only way to do that is to face us off against everyone else and use every trick we have against them.:
:It feels wrong…: That wasn't a complaint. Mir's Focus was Peace, and he'd found even the idea of training for battle difficult to swallow. He'd known where going through synchronisation trials could lead, that was made clear from the very beginning of that process. His entire psych profile going in had shown that he'd be able to make it work, and he'd proven that time and again over the last few years. That didn't make working past his Focus any easier. Every single one of you knew it.
:We know.: The words came together without conscious timing. You'd all been helping him in your own ways and he was getting better, but this was the first time his abilities had been made the centre of the Heartcircle's tactics. :We're all here.: For either you or Vega to use Words would be simply unfair in all but the most strenuous tactical exercises, and the Harmonial had been unwilling to do so since the Restoration anyway. Mir was one of the quiet students in your special elective, however, and with Alvar's help he'd made swift progress. He wasn't competent to Vega's level, let alone yours, but he was getting there. He had a talent for the art, now he was getting the chance to use it outside of the classroom.
:Which one should I use?: The question was sent to all of you, but it was clearly aimed at you. A surge of calm and warmth pulsed down the link again as you answered.
:Any of the ones you know best.: You grazed along the edge of the combat zone, watching as more of the Heartcircles started to slow, to react to your presence. Once you crossed that line, it would be all of them against you. :If you can slow them down a bit…:
:I can do that.: He nodded, only a touch hesitant. He'd made up his mind. :Should be close enough.:
:I'm sure it will be,: Kalilah assured him, her weapon unfolding smoothly into its spear configuration as the rest of the Heartcircle readied their own armaments. You reached out, aquamarine fire blooming at your fingertips as they closed around empty space that was empty no longer. Gentle white rippled across Vega's Aegis, the web between the Heartcircle tightening, drawing you all closer; the shared perspectives of six minds blurring into one. You felt Lea's hands as your own, waiting to reach out and break anything that came too close. Elil sinking into the connection, adding his clarity to Vega's Harmony as you skimmed down the line that would take you into the exercise.
Then you crossed it. Not as six people, but six-in-one.
Power that did far more than just match your own flared in a hemisphere before you, extending around as you dived into the centre of the combat zone. They were getting better at coordinating without you, that was good. The half-dozen largest Heartcircles started to close in, cutting the angle to intercept, and you all felt the power gathering in Mir's lungs. He breathed in just as you'd taught him, then held it, the energy waiting like tinder for the spark of sound and intent that would set it ablaze. Not-light burned against the lines of Kalilah's weapon, tearing at the sight of anyone who tried to look at it. The entire star system knew what that meant, but that was the point.
The leaders of your opposition hurled their own weapons at you, but it was all too obvious. Trying to split one of you off wouldn't work, none of you would let it. Equally, you couldn't dodge everything coming at you. But Lea was herself…and you were you. The other Mender's hands were everywhere, catching the larger energies that the formation couldn't dodge, and tearing them apart with her Focus. Your own light joined it, discs of light flashing in and out of existence to stop anything Lea couldn't. These were tactics the other Unisonbound knew, and they'd close through them regardless of what you sent back. But it wouldn't be that simple this time.
Valkyries: 93 + 32 = 125. Greater Success
Clarity saw, Harmony sang, and Mir lifted his voice across the heavens.
Cease
It wasn't you Speaking. But it was enough.
The Word raced out, catching Unisonbound by the dozen in its grip. It wouldn't last long, but Kalilah didn't need long. The weapon Asi had been created to be spun in his master's hands, and a tide that was the absence of light swept across the frozen masses. Dots vanished from your mental screen, and if you'd actually been fighting instead of training, you knew almost fifty people would have just died. Light flashed and sparked at the edge of the wave of conceptual destruction, fighting to overcome, before the sphere of not-light broke apart. Scores of Foci washed it away, and the energy of Practice unleashed whispered against your souls.
The plan shifted, Mir swallowing his next breath. They were ready this time and tests had shown that Unisonbound could resist Words. You'd culled some of the horde, but the rest of it would be down to the melee. Clarity gave you failure, but long odds were no stranger to the six of you. Shields of cyan materialised around you, layering deep as Kalilah retracted her spear's emitter spines.
:Come get us: Your defiant voice swept the Web, merged so deeply that it was hard to tell where one any one of you began.
They came.
The word, you considered, working fingers through your hair as you luxuriated in the shower, was impressive. You'd fought parts of the Two Twenty Three as just your Heartcircle, and every time the different part had shown new skill in countering you. This had been your first drill against the entire unit and though they were still learning to work as one without your presence, they hadn't lost. A hundred and ten had been knocked out of the exercise before the last of you reached the training limits, over fifty to the mousetrap Mir had executed so well. You were proud of him, all of you. It hadn't been the most powerful example of a Word, but he'd been under infinitely more stress than any of his classroom attempts.
You stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel as a ripple of your Aegis sent water tumbling off of you. A few moments of vigorous towelling later, you slipped on a robe and padded through the bedroom of your quarters. The Unisonbound facility had all the comforts of home, and plenty of space available. Even if the commute to other worlds was short, bringing everyone together for these drills had a positive effect you couldn't ignore. It also helped with debrief and the meticulous after-action review process that Lina had suggested you implement. Your mind was already busy with that as you stepped into the small living area and stopped short.
Harmonic Voice: 78 + 33 = 111. Synergy Greater Success
"Hi, Amanda." Vega waved faintly from just inside the doorway.
"I didn't hear you come in," you temporised. Vega had been distant towards you for most of the year. She'd hid it well, but you knew her. Something was eating at the Harmonial, and with you obviously being a part of it, what it was had been obvious. "Please, make yourself at home." You waved her over to small sitting area, all the while thinking furiously. The Restoration, specifically its handling after-the-fact, had been difficult for Vega. Restoring Mytikas, and the rest of the old Martian settlements with it, had focused considerable attention on her and in ways she wasn't equipped to handle. Bringing back Skylark had changed things for her, but only in proving that she could do what she claimed. And her work at the Elders' Vault remained a matter of national security, just like the Vault itself.
"Thank you." She sank down opposite you. "I was hoping that we could talk," there was a long pause. "Mandy." She hadn't called you by that name for almost a year.
"Of course." You wanted to ask what was wrong, what had changed, but those were the wrong questions.
"I," she stopped, her shoulders slumped. Again, you wanted to do something, but some instinct deeper than the first thought of any with your Focus stopped you. Moments later, she pulled herself back level with you, though still not meeting your eyes. "You probably know what it's about, but it's been hard finding the words."
"Take your time," you offered gently.
"It's…" she sighed, and for a moment you thought she might not continue. "When the Restoration happened, when I offered you the chance, I thought I knew what I was doing Mandy. I really, really did. With your help, we could do so much more, give so much more back to humanity. That was the point, really. But then you did what you did, with our help, and we…I," the words were pouring out now like a flood. "I was left in the middle of a spotlight that was suddenly much, much larger than I'd expected. And I didn't know what to do with that, Amanda. The Harmonic Circle needed time to recover from the stress I'd chosen to put them through, and that left me…having to deal with that spotlight. I've never been good at that, but it was something I'd chosen to do. You were only just out of the Presidency, and I'd asked for your help, I couldn't just fling you back into the middle of things.
"I wanted to, you know," her eyes dropped, shamefaced, "I wanted to just push it all onto you but I couldn't do that. And I'd promised to help with the Unisonbound problems that you'd talked with me about before I'd come to terms with everything. I couldn't just go back on that promise, it wouldn't be right. So I got through the year, somehow, and hoped we'd have time to talk at Wintersnight, but I was there with Mir and you focused on Adri and Kalilah. I got why, I still do, but it still hurt. And then-"
"Vega." You didn't raise your voice, but the calm statement cut through her rushing words with ease. A few thoughts swirled in your head. That she should have come to you, that she could have talked to Adriana, or someone else. You dismissed them all. None of it would help. "What can I do?"
She leaned back slightly, eyes widening in shock. "What?" She breathed out, as if she couldn't understand that question.
"You told me something almost ten years ago, when I was trying to find my balance after an event shook me to the core." You could still see that moment, less than an hour before humanity engaged the Tribute Fleet. Before Purify. "That all of the Unisonbound could feel my confusion, and there was more there that you never touched on. That you wanted to help, but I had to let you in." You reached out, offering your hand. "So I'm asking you what I can do to help you, but to answer that, you're going to have to let me in."
She brushed a hand across her face, leaving it to hold her chin. "I don't know if you can," she began, but the feelings seeping down the link between you put a lie to that, a link that had felt dead for over six months.
"What makes you feel that?" You asked.
"I don't know," the pain in those words was almost physical. There was an answer, there were several in fact. But this needed the right one. Vega wasn't just a member of your Heartcircle, she was your friend.
What do you do?
[] The Slow Way: You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. Right now, Vega is hurting, but you can't just…fix that. She needs time and a safe space to express herself. You can give her that. (Will lock an action to Harmonic Voice next turn)
[] A Twist in Harmony: There is pain here, great pain, and you were always taught to take responsibility for what you did to others, accidentally or otherwise. Apologise for this now, and work with Vega to restore the harmony you once shared over the rest of the year.
[] The Web Beneath: Vega is opening herself to you again, and you can give her so much more support through the Harmonic link than by voice or time. Offer that to her, that she might express herself. And let you do the same.