She did, sharing how it happened and how she got saved.
‘You say you spotted an anomaly mid-air that led to the crash?’
‘I’ve no other explanation. One moment, I was on descent with no issues whatsoever. Next, a glowing silhouette appearedbefore the flyer. Shortly after the vessel was hit with some energy, and I got hurled off course, engines down, and falling from the sky.’
Ki’Remi’s brow furrowed. ‘Sounds troubling. Let me know if you need any help from us.’
‘Sante,but I think I’m OK for now.’
A second figure stepped into frame.
‘Issa, so good to see you.’
Dr. Issa Sable, Ki’Remi’s wife, was one of the most beautiful women Sheba had ever met.
Her skin carried a soft, silvery sheen, her features luminous, her eyes reflecting a spectrum layered beyond any human optic implant could replicate.
She was Sacran, and a demi-goddess who wore her divinity with humility rather than on display.
She placed a hand on Ki’Remi’s waist, resting her head on his shoulder.
Hi, lovely,’ Issa smiled, for she was au fait with the pair’s past and now even friends with Sheba. ‘I caught snippets about Tansinia and your team’s ongoing findings. Could you share your data with us? Anything we can use to help patients heal faster?’
Sheba nodded. ‘I’m still new here, but from what I’ve seen and heard so far from Reyes and the researchers, the various environments are extraordinary. The respiratory recalibration alone could change post-collapse protocols across Pegasi.’
Sheba leaned closer to the console.
‘I’m seeing it in real time. Just this morning, the lung elasticity in one of my cases appeared to have improved overnight without pharmacological support. Their bodies somehow reroute energy and blood flow into repair. If we can find out how they switch it on, we’d be onto a great breakthrough.’
Ki’Remi’s gaze narrowed. ‘If we could replicate even a fraction of their healing factors onboard my ship, I’d be the happiest meta alive.’
‘Replicating this would need Mirage’s input and yours for a considerable time,’ Sheba said. ‘You’d also have to test across all markers, as environment and stability seem to matter. As do CO2 levels, oxygen saturation, and humidity. This planet is a miracle no chamber or machine can fake.’
Issa nodded, silver eyes thoughtful.
‘Sacran texts speak of restorative thresholds tied to land memory. Places where physiology remembers how to heal, aided by the power of ancient gods.’
‘Ain’t no deities here,’ Sheba murmured, until an unbidden vision of the man from the night before pulsed into her mind.
She almost cursed under her breath when Ki’Remi interjected.
‘Well, I’ve got a goddess by my side,’ he said, glancing at his wife. ‘One who heals with her hands while I triage broken limbs.’
Issa smiled at him, her eyes brimming with adoration. ‘What does it matter if we’re both keeping them alive?’
‘Indeed,’ Ki’Remi growled, besotted with his woman.
Sheba studied them for a moment, struck by their symmetry and easy intimacy; the Rider forged for war and rescue, the healer shaped by ancient power.
Together, carrying out their calling with grace.
For a second, she ached for what they shared: a deep, devoted partnership with common values.
One day, maybe.
‘Send me your updated injury logs,’ Sheba said. ‘I’ll cross-reference them with our data. If our research team can find out what is causing these shortened recovery windows even marginally on a grand scale, we’ll share it.’
Ki’Remi inclined his head. ‘Already transmitting.’
