Interlude: The Proven Miracle
Snowfire
Polyglot of Chimera
- Location
- Wordcats
It happens towards the end of the year. You're in your office reading through some of the latest reports on the space elevator project, it's a relatively quiet day that you wish could go a bit faster. Then the door snaps open and Mary comes flying through it, her eyes wide as she comes to a halt. You come to your feet quickly, the telltale signs of having found something big all over your friend's face. But it's not just excitement on her face, there's shock too.
"What is it, Mary?" You say, stepping around the desk towards her. She takes a breath, the door hissing shut.
"Turn on the Mars broadcast Amanda," she gasps out. "You need to see this."
"See what?" Turning back to the desk, you punch up the lagless broadcast feed. One advantage to having a Minister out there was that you had to be able to speak to them without transmission delay, and it had enough bandwidth to be used for a broadcast as well. Your thoughts whirl as you do so. What's happened? Did Vega and the others find something they could work with? Or was it bad news. The Shiplords had hit Mars first, maybe they had left something behind. Maybe they were being attacked, and you with no real military to protect them! Maybe – the steadily mounting storm of thoughts cuts off as the screen springs to life.
"What the…" You stare, and part of you notices Mary doing the same, because what's on the display in front of you is like nothing you've ever seen. A shimmering, multi-coloured light pours from the screen, filling it entirely before the image begins to zoom out. "Mary, what is that?"
"I have no idea." She says, shaking her head. "Listen!" You turn your attention back to the screen,
"…live above the ruins of Skylark," not many would have caught Mary's twitch at the mention of the name, but you do, and you move a bit closer, resting a hand on her shoulder, "where one of the largest Practice Trances in recorded history is currently occurring." The image zooms out further, and a helpful graphic comes up over the field of rippling light, showing where the ruins are within it. Several smaller circles come up on the display, showing the last known locations of the construction groups when the field cut off their signals.
"She did it?" You say softly, almost unbelieving. You knew that Vega's ability was real, and her Focus had proven unexpectedly useful in the reconstruction project, but something like this? Your eyes caught movement below the field, something shining in the sunlight and the camera quickly zoomed in on it. It was a shining tower of metal, and you could see a few places where material was still flowing back into place to restore it. Mary gasps.
"Amanda," you continue to stare, then jerk back as she speaks again. "Mandy!"
"What?"
"That's the Red Tower, one of the primary research centres on Mars before the Burning. It was completely gutted by the orbital bombardment, like all the others. The cities were," she swallows hard, "just incidental collateral."
"Ok…" you reply slowly, trying to work out what's safe to say, and Mary shakes her head shortly.
"Amanda, the Towers were the main conversion points for the Clear Skies project. You know, what let us breathe and walk around outside of buildings without pressure suits. If this is a Practice Trance, on this scale, and the Tower is restored." It takes a long moment for that to sink in, but by the time it does the reporter is speaking again.
"We're getting some very strange readings here. Oxygen levels increasing, power sources coming online, I've never seen anything like it."
"Len, what are we looking at here?" The caster back on Earth asks, probably trying to keep the reporter on track.
"I'm not sure…we're running a comparison against the readings that are on record for Skylark before the Week of Sorrows. One moment." An eternity of silence, as more shining metal seems to fold out of the very air in the field that's still being broadcast. When the reporter's voice returns, his voice is leaden with shock. "I can't believe I'm about to say this."
"What do you mean?"
"The city's coming back online. This Trance, it's rebuilding it, putting everything back the way it was, when it was all in,"
"Harmony." You and Mary speak in the same moment. The word seems to break whatever spell was holding you, and a trembling laugh breaks any attempt for the silence to reassert itself. "I can't believe that she's actually doing it." You shake your head as you stare at the screen. "And that's not a Trance, a Trance would take longer."
"It's a Miracle." Mary laughs this time, hers' less shaky than your own. "And some people thought that their age was over with the discovery of the Pattern. It's just a case of the right people in the right places. But what could be bigger than this?"
"Prometheus." Mary looks at you, surprised. "It was done quite quietly, but the shell for the station was reinforced by a Trance. Not many people outside of the Potentials knew about it. I thought you did, or I would have told you."
"That's…fair." Your eyes turn back to the screen, as the energy field starts to break up around the edges. You weren't part of the Prometheus project, but you've read the reports. What those inside of that must have felt.
You couldn't describe it any other way. You reached down inside and pulled, but never imperiously. Never demanding. What would be would be, you could only amplify that, and bring others closer together in their work.
Looking around at the vista of shining metal and feeling the hum of power beneath your feet from the plants you and your team had Practiced back into what they had been once, that was entirely enough. The comm light on your suit blinked on, and you reached to answer it.
"Vega?" It was Adriana's voice. Bless her, she sounded worried. "Are you alright?"
"I don't think I will ever be better." You replied softly, reaching up to touch a drifting ribbon of the multi-hued light that the energy of the Trance had broken down into after it was done. "How long were we in there? My suit chrono seems to be frozen."
"Two hours, and most of that was the Trance dissipating safely." A pause. "You're sure you're alright?"
"Quite sure." The energy flowed through your fingers like water, then slipped past into you, and you forced back a gasp.
"The President is on the line for you. Are you fit to talk her through this?" You smiled.
"I can certainly try. But," you chuckled, feeling the power inside of you flutter and then finally start to calm. "I think she probably knows most of it. Put her through."
"Alright." You can tell she'll be full of questions once Amanda is off the line, but for now... The line connects.
"Hello Amanda. Before you ask, I am very much alright. Adriana said you had questions, let me give you some of the answers I already know. First…"
(Vega Cant gains +1 Practice. City of Skylark restored, Red Tower restored, limited atmospheric conversion active, new options unlocked.)
"What is it, Mary?" You say, stepping around the desk towards her. She takes a breath, the door hissing shut.
"Turn on the Mars broadcast Amanda," she gasps out. "You need to see this."
"See what?" Turning back to the desk, you punch up the lagless broadcast feed. One advantage to having a Minister out there was that you had to be able to speak to them without transmission delay, and it had enough bandwidth to be used for a broadcast as well. Your thoughts whirl as you do so. What's happened? Did Vega and the others find something they could work with? Or was it bad news. The Shiplords had hit Mars first, maybe they had left something behind. Maybe they were being attacked, and you with no real military to protect them! Maybe – the steadily mounting storm of thoughts cuts off as the screen springs to life.
"What the…" You stare, and part of you notices Mary doing the same, because what's on the display in front of you is like nothing you've ever seen. A shimmering, multi-coloured light pours from the screen, filling it entirely before the image begins to zoom out. "Mary, what is that?"
"I have no idea." She says, shaking her head. "Listen!" You turn your attention back to the screen,
"…live above the ruins of Skylark," not many would have caught Mary's twitch at the mention of the name, but you do, and you move a bit closer, resting a hand on her shoulder, "where one of the largest Practice Trances in recorded history is currently occurring." The image zooms out further, and a helpful graphic comes up over the field of rippling light, showing where the ruins are within it. Several smaller circles come up on the display, showing the last known locations of the construction groups when the field cut off their signals.
"She did it?" You say softly, almost unbelieving. You knew that Vega's ability was real, and her Focus had proven unexpectedly useful in the reconstruction project, but something like this? Your eyes caught movement below the field, something shining in the sunlight and the camera quickly zoomed in on it. It was a shining tower of metal, and you could see a few places where material was still flowing back into place to restore it. Mary gasps.
"Amanda," you continue to stare, then jerk back as she speaks again. "Mandy!"
"What?"
"That's the Red Tower, one of the primary research centres on Mars before the Burning. It was completely gutted by the orbital bombardment, like all the others. The cities were," she swallows hard, "just incidental collateral."
"Ok…" you reply slowly, trying to work out what's safe to say, and Mary shakes her head shortly.
"Amanda, the Towers were the main conversion points for the Clear Skies project. You know, what let us breathe and walk around outside of buildings without pressure suits. If this is a Practice Trance, on this scale, and the Tower is restored." It takes a long moment for that to sink in, but by the time it does the reporter is speaking again.
"We're getting some very strange readings here. Oxygen levels increasing, power sources coming online, I've never seen anything like it."
"Len, what are we looking at here?" The caster back on Earth asks, probably trying to keep the reporter on track.
"I'm not sure…we're running a comparison against the readings that are on record for Skylark before the Week of Sorrows. One moment." An eternity of silence, as more shining metal seems to fold out of the very air in the field that's still being broadcast. When the reporter's voice returns, his voice is leaden with shock. "I can't believe I'm about to say this."
"What do you mean?"
"The city's coming back online. This Trance, it's rebuilding it, putting everything back the way it was, when it was all in,"
"Harmony." You and Mary speak in the same moment. The word seems to break whatever spell was holding you, and a trembling laugh breaks any attempt for the silence to reassert itself. "I can't believe that she's actually doing it." You shake your head as you stare at the screen. "And that's not a Trance, a Trance would take longer."
"It's a Miracle." Mary laughs this time, hers' less shaky than your own. "And some people thought that their age was over with the discovery of the Pattern. It's just a case of the right people in the right places. But what could be bigger than this?"
"Prometheus." Mary looks at you, surprised. "It was done quite quietly, but the shell for the station was reinforced by a Trance. Not many people outside of the Potentials knew about it. I thought you did, or I would have told you."
"That's…fair." Your eyes turn back to the screen, as the energy field starts to break up around the edges. You weren't part of the Prometheus project, but you've read the reports. What those inside of that must have felt.
***
You are Vega Cant, and your soul is singing. You knew you could do it, you've always known, but knowing and doing are different things. Even with your position and Amanda's support it had been hard to get the others to listen. But your Focus was well suited to the work of finding what was needed to put a place back together. You placed them where you knew they had to be, let them begin their work, then…reached.
You couldn't describe it any other way. You reached down inside and pulled, but never imperiously. Never demanding. What would be would be, you could only amplify that, and bring others closer together in their work.
Looking around at the vista of shining metal and feeling the hum of power beneath your feet from the plants you and your team had Practiced back into what they had been once, that was entirely enough. The comm light on your suit blinked on, and you reached to answer it.
"Vega?" It was Adriana's voice. Bless her, she sounded worried. "Are you alright?"
"I don't think I will ever be better." You replied softly, reaching up to touch a drifting ribbon of the multi-hued light that the energy of the Trance had broken down into after it was done. "How long were we in there? My suit chrono seems to be frozen."
"Two hours, and most of that was the Trance dissipating safely." A pause. "You're sure you're alright?"
"Quite sure." The energy flowed through your fingers like water, then slipped past into you, and you forced back a gasp.
"The President is on the line for you. Are you fit to talk her through this?" You smiled.
"I can certainly try. But," you chuckled, feeling the power inside of you flutter and then finally start to calm. "I think she probably knows most of it. Put her through."
"Alright." You can tell she'll be full of questions once Amanda is off the line, but for now... The line connects.
"Hello Amanda. Before you ask, I am very much alright. Adriana said you had questions, let me give you some of the answers I already know. First…"
(Vega Cant gains +1 Practice. City of Skylark restored, Red Tower restored, limited atmospheric conversion active, new options unlocked.)
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