Aboard the Passelande
Nearly a day passes aboard the Passelande as the entirety of the Warhost arrives and the search and recovery efforts continue in an attempt to locate any survivors of the attack on Callisto Station. Unfortunately only three had so far been found alive.
To make matters worse, several of the Jovian Lords, foremost among them Lord Hyle, had transmitted messages to the Warhost demanding it's immediate withdrawal, lest it's presence be considered an act of war against the Jovian Fiefdoms. They had little concern for the search and rescue efforts that were underway. The King had responded personally and as tactfully and diplomatically as he could, that the Warhost was here at the invitation of Baron Gehenmis. It would withdrawal, but only after it was certain that it had done all it could for the survivors of the attack on Callisto station.
The Jovians countered with an ultimatum of twenty-four hours, if only to save face.
Gwydion was reunited with his Uncle once the King had been forced to return to the ship to deal with diplomatic matters. Embarrassingly, the King had lifted the young knight from his feet and hugged him so hard that Gwydion was reminded of opening his cockpit to the vacuum of space. Their reunion was short-lived however as John Arthur was forced to turn his attention to dealing with the Petty Lords for the moment. Behind closed doors, the young prince had overheard the King use several less-than-Kingly turns of phrase in regards to the aforementioned Jovian Lords, but beyond that he gave their blustering and their posturing little worry. He focused his efforts and those of his knights on their relief endeavor and attempting to gather as much information as possible about the attack itself.
One spot of bright news was received from Avaluna notifying the Warhost of the arrival of the limping fleet of Refugee vessels. At this very moment, the refugees were being taken in and offered any and all aid that Avaluna could muster.
Gwydion sat with the Baron and Irina in the tight-quarters of the Medbay next the bed where Iliza lay recovering. She had yet to awaken since she lost consciousness, but the doctors felt that she would make a full recovery given time. The Baron's face was grief-stricken and Irina seemed far away.
Suddenly, Iliza stirred, "Where am I?" It must have come back to her all at once because tears began to stream down her face as she asked, "Our people? Our station? Gwydion?"
Despite being separated from Meara when absolutely necessary, the little girl clings to the Venusian Princess every moment that she can while the two await news of the fate of the little girl's parents. Efforts are still underway to determine who was lost and who survived the costly attack on the station.
Freyr stays close in case Meara has need of her. Eventually a communique from Venus reaches the princess. It is from her mother the Duchess. The missive is brief and distant--congratulating Meara on her performance on the field of battle and assurances that she is doing the family line proud.
Meara has little time to dwell on her mother's words. A tray of food slides in front of her.
"I realize it isn't what you're used to, kiddo, but, King or not, your Aunt will have my head if you don't eat something besides Cookies on this ship." John Arthur offers Meara a gentle smile.
Silence settles over them for a long moment before he says, "It doesn't get easier. I know that's not what you want to hear, but it doesn't. It's just as hard every time. Maybe, in some ways, it gets harder. A lot of innocent people have died, are dying, and will continue to die until we put an end to MrGN-A and her ilk. There's nothing fair about it. You can't blame yourself for the people you couldn't save. The only thing you can do it is to keep fighting to save others. Get better, get tougher, survive, so that tomorrow you can save more lives. Maybe a few more the day after that. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but there are still moments to come where you're going to smile, laugh, and enjoy the fact that you're still here. Still alive. In those moments, you're going to see all the faces of the people you couldn't save. Don't forget those faces. You'll need them with you. But don't forget the faces of all the people you did save either. People, who, just like you, can still smile in the face of a universe that's not always as bright as they hoped it would be."
Arthur gives Meara an apologetic smile. It certainly wasn't a rousing speech about honor, glory, and heroism, but she didn't need that. She had seen the true horror of the war they were fighting, and she needed to know that someone else understood. If nothing else, John Arthur felt that he did.
"Worry not, Sir," the voice comes from behind Brun as he is crouched and examining a deep score in Euryleia's frame. "I, too, built my armour with my own hands. I understand what that means. Avaluna has the best Forges in the Solar system, though some disagree. You'll have the best at your disposal when restoring Euryleia. You have my word."
A tall knight dressed in a flight suit stands behind the edge knight. Brun almost didn't recognize him. Were it not for the Coat of Arms on his chest he might be mistaken for any other knight in the hangar.
The King offers a hand for Sir Brun to shake, "John Arthur. I am honored to make your acquaintance. I am sorry it is only now that we meet. My nephew speaks your praises loudly. I confess I will be adding my voice to the chorus."
"Thousands of men, women, and children owe you and your brave defenders their lives. Your knights were gallant and skilled to be sure, but they would have failed were it not for you and your brilliant strategy. MerLN was quite impressed with both your tactical and strategic prowess and, I assure you, he's never more than mildly amused when it comes to my own Battle Tactics. I'd like to think I'm not an amateur." John Arthur offers Brun a wry grin.
The King stares Brun in the eye for a long, perhaps uncomfortable, moment as he takes his measure. "I don't waste my time with flattery, sir. I mean what I say in earnest. Your time on the Edge has undoubtedly shown you just how desperate these times are and if it has not, then this brazen attack on Callisto Station has. We need a knight of your make among us, Sir Brun. I would ask that you consider joining my banner and serving as a Knight of Avaluna."
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