"Jump complete, Captain" the Marionette who'd been chosen as the
Winter Moon's navigator reported from her station. "Beginning chart check, if it all checks out we'll be able to jump as soon as the drives recharge." You watched as the ship's captain nodded, turning to the diminutive Sarthee engineer as they ran through the standard diagnostics on the ship's FTL.
"Minor stress on one of the primary convertors, but we've got backups in place for when it starts to show real stress." They rumbled, wrinkling their snout in satisfaction. "We'll be ready to jump on schedule, and the rest of the flotilla is reporting in."
"Good work," Captain L'kan acknowledged, before turning his attention to you. Isper, as you'd come to know him, had captained almost every class of ship in the Confederacy Navy and in different futures would never have been someone Bertlant could have disappeared for this mission. Fortunately, the brilliance behind that career had never had a chance to show itself, and the Cich'swa had been truly creative in producing an excuse to vanish him. Something to do with a High Speaker's sister, apparently, but the reach of Nilean intelligence was something you'd learnt to keep held in most cases, so you'd not said anything.
"As I told you, Ambassador Merizan, nothing to be afraid of." He smiled in a way that another might have called indulgent, but you'd learnt better over the last months. He might put on a good face, but you'd spent decades of life learning to see past masks, and his worry was quite visible behind the layers of professional certainty. It was only worry, however; unlike the vast majority of spacers, he'd made jumps into interstellar space before. This was your first.
"It would help if everyone wasn't so obvious about wanting to get out of here again." You muttered, and he chuckled pleasantly. Even after so many years, the Nilean Community had never managed to find out why the Shiplords gave their warning about the space between stars. It was simply respected, and no one wanted to find out for themselves if it was there for a reason. Testing the Shiplords tended to end poorly for the race(s) involved.
"They'll get used to it." His voice held a certainty you weren't sure you believed. It must have shown on your face, too, as he gestured at the empty dark on the viewscreen. "There aren't many who can call themselves Navigators, Ambassador. That means something." You nodded, almost against your will. That title was almost universal among the many species the Community had interacted with over the cycles, as an informal recognition for those who jumped into interstellar space and returned from it. "You'll be one too, after all this is over."
"Even so," you shivered against your will as you followed his gaze to the screen, picking out the faint slivers of reflected starlight that were the rest of the tiny flotilla. "It just feels wrong."
"You'll get used it," he repeated. "Trust me." For some reason, you found that you felt a little better as he glanced down at his screen, before looking over at the Sarthee engineer. They'd never given a name that you were aware of, but that was par the course for the Sarthee.
"All ships reporting in, Captain. The
Keliat had a minor fault in their secondary field generator, but it's been patched. We'll be ready to jump on schedule." Their focus made it hard to tell if the endless black outside of the
Winter Moon's thin hull was getting to them, but again, you'd had a long time to learn their cues. Not many would have seen it, but there was a faint edge to their posture as instincts recognised the unnatural surroundings and pushed them to be ready to fight.
"Have the
Kelthas and
Lightbringer cycle their drives five seconds behind the rest of the flotilla." L'kan ordered. "I want everyone at our next destination to celebrate becoming a Navigator." A mix of sounds swept the bridge, the many different auditory responses that represented abbreviated amusement.
"Five second delay acknowledged, Captain." Kira called from the
Moon's nav station. "Chart check complete, course has been relayed and confirmed. The flotilla is ready to jump."
"Give us a ten count."
"Aye, sir. Ten, nine," your eyes strayed back to the viewscreen, trying to capture the utter stillness around the gleaming minnows that made up the rest of the expeditionary flotilla. All fast ships, the swiftest you had in fact, with only minor armaments. Given what…humanity had apparently done, your best defence was in speed. Maybe stealth, but you hoped you wouldn't have to try that.
"Five, four," the count brought your attention back to the present, "three, two." You gripped the arms of your chair instinctively, even if it was irrational.
"One." Kira's hand hovered over the control for a second.
"Jump." The world surged, and then you were elsewhere, in the light of a blue sun.
***
The handful of minnows vanished into the dark, followed moments later by the last two of their shoal and the presence that had hovered around the suddenly active space in the vast emptiness between stars stirred. They were so far from their homes, heading even further away from them in pursuit of…was it really hope?
The presence rippled in the Void between, stretching out to track their path, then reaching towards others that shared the endless Space. Could there be that possibility again, after so long. As it waited for the others to respond, it wondered itself. It would have to be one of the younger ones, if they took the chance at all, but maybe.
Ah, there they were, but my some of them looked dusty. It had been so very, very long after all, and by their standards too. But there were things to do now, and as the shoal of sparkling minnows slipped ever onwards, the presence began to speak.