Kepi spent four days learning how to and helping to make books for
the Starseeds. Within that four day period the seriousness of the situation
became clear when the inky blackness of the collective unconsciousness had
begun to grow closer to the tree ship. There was no way of knowing what they
would lose when they started to push back the darkness so if a Starseed wasn’t
helping grow the tree ship they were working obsessively building or filling
books.
The darkness entered the grove of the tree ship. It wasn’t hard to
destroy it, all a Starseed needed to do was touch it. And the inky blackness
just, faded away along with whatever knowledge that part of the cloud contained.
Once the first part of the cloud had to be dissolved the Starseeds
were instantly aware that something had been lost, but none of them could tell
what it was. After that they became practically obsessed with the books.
Her phone buzzed on the fourth day. She was being summoned back to
the capitol. The message didn’t say for what, it was a basic text that had gone
out to each representative. She finished sealing the covers of the six books
she had been working on and stood up to stretch. A Starseed took her place
almost instantly.
She had expected a summons but not this soon. She expected it to
be some time wasting check in and considering the fact that she had not seen
any updates from her staff concerning the ship count from her district she
expected it to be bureaucratic nonsense.
She updated Eamon and took her cruiser back to the capital.
On the outskirts of the city she received a call from skyline
command. She opened the channel and was greeted by a young air traffic controller
that looked very tired. “Good afternoon representative.”
Kepi nodded. “Is there something wrong?” She asked.
The air traffic controller shook his head. “Wrong isn’t the
correct word. We’ve got about twenty four thousand zone 2 contacts coming into the
city over the next three days and that’s on top of the ten thousand that we’ve
have arrive in the last two. So I apologize but I have to ask you to maintain
the course and speed I just sent your computer until your spot in the landing
pattern comes up.” He explained.
She looked at the computer and realized there were going to have
her basically fly in a circle. “Any idea of an estimated time table for
landing?” She asked.
The air traffic controller shrugged. “When I know, you’ll know.”
He offered.
