He shook his head. "They went by the call sign Moonbeam."
Kira's gaze turned distant. Only a few people she knew of could have performed the dead man’s plunge without crash landing and killing themselves.
Raider was one. Jace another.
Beyond the two of them, she could count on one hand the rest, and none were currently on the planet.
It was more likely this was a message to her. An act of challenge designed to draw her attention. But from who?
If Elise wanted her attention, why wouldn't she use one of the dozen drop boxes they’d set up for exactly this chain of events?
"Something wrong?" Graydon asked.
Kira shook her head, pushing the questions and half fleshed out theories out of her mind. This would have to wait until she had more information. Until then, any conclusions she drew would be speculation.
Devon's frown had grown more and more pronounced while Kira was lost in her thoughts. "Those allowed on planet are all required to compete in a quorum event.”
"You don't know, do you?" Graydon teased.
Devon looked between the two of them in confusion. "Know what?"
Graydon tilted his head toward Kira. "Meet Sparrow."
Devon examined Kira in disbelief. "That's you?"
Kira lifted a shoulder. "The last time I checked."
"Winner of the Dragon Circuit? Two-time champion of the Osiris Belt?"
Kira studied him. Most people knew about the first but not the second. Only die-hard race fans ever remembered that one.
The Osiris Belt was considered boring among most fans. There weren't as many opportunities to showcase fancy skills. Couple that with its location on one of the most remote and unremarkable planets of the Consortium and few had heard of it.
It meant Devon had gone beyond the level of a general fan. His knowledge placed him in the realm of a super fan of the sport. Not something she’d anticipate of someone in his position.
Graydon considered her with interest. “That’s quite the reputation you have there.”
Footsteps from the hallway forestalled Kira’s response.
She looked up to find Joule heading toward her.
He lifted a hand at Devon. "I saw the race. Nicely done."
Devon acknowledged the praise with a nod as Kira watched closely. The two seemed to have grown closer in her absence.
"Are you heading out for your event?" Devon asked.
Joule paused in the middle of peeking at Kira and nodded. "Yes."
"What event did you decide on?" Kira asked.
She'd never gotten the chance to hear when they were on the dropship.
Joule's smile was shy. "Castles."
The quorum ran a gamut of possibilities. From races like the one Kira and Devon had chosen to join, to events featuring various forms of combat, to feats focused on intellect and logic.
Unsurprisingly, most Tuann gravitated toward combat-based games.
