“On the other side of the ship,” Veta said.
“Yes,” Bianca said.
“Oh, my, look at how they move in perfect form.” Eleanor whispered, gesturing out the window.
Veta nodded, and while she held back any visual shiver, the sight of the Rhimodian warships always managed to catch her breath.
Their Rhimodian escort had taken up positions all around the Terran vessel. Twisted and adjusted, almost like they were guiding the ship.
Or being shields of some kind.
“Maybe we got it wrong,” Caoimhe said. “Maybe we are the ones who don’t understand.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Veta muttered under her breath.
The princess glanced at Veta, a knowing smile on her face.
No, it wasn’t the first time they’d not been exactly right about things.
Hopefully, this time, the princess was right, and the aliens were ready for some peace between the two races.
"There you are!" Diado said. "Come. We must go. We haven't much time!"
“How long until we land?” Freya asked.
“Very soon. Wemustget moving.”
Veta rolled her eyes.
Even Caoimhe was not ready to move on just yet.
Regardless of Diado's insistence.
"Our future," she said.
Veta nodded. Though she thought more about the resources that they'd have once this peace treaty worked out. War never left either side with much except weapons.
Our survival, Veta thought. She glanced back out the window, her gaze landing on the nearest Rhimodian escort ship. Clear windows allowed her to see the pilot inside.
And did he just turn his head toward her?
