“But that’s it exactly! They don’t have to be your friends anymore!”įor the first time that anyone could recall, Emerald looked happy. Once her lag caught up, Padparadscha smiled with what looked like forced politeness, and replied “Anything you wish to say to me you can say in front of my friends.” “…And only the Sapphire,” Emerald added with a little ‘shoo’ gesture.Įveryone turned to gawk at her, and for a few seconds, the quiet was only broken by the sounds of Emerald’s nails irritably tapping against her armrest. It seemed to have the same effect on his crew, although Padparadscha did eventually swivel her chair to the side to better face the screen. “It’s for the Sapphire.”Īs much as he loved driving her mad with rage, that actually stunned Lars into silence. This message isn’t for you.” Emerald’s eye flicked to the side. “Not even a ‘thank you for accepting my request’?” “Aw, is that it?” Lars said as he lounged back on what he knew used to be her chair. When Emerald popped up on the screen, she had her usual sneer, but the tightness of her mouth and her tense body suggested the card up her sleeve might not be an ace. Rhodonite's slippers creased as she curled her toes. Rhodonite, back to your station and open that damn message!”Īs soon as she pressed the ‘accept’ button, the glyphs began to twirl as they relayed the information-then, with a grating beep, the main console glowed green.
Lars stood up, and although he did grab at his cape, he decided this wasn’t yet the right moment for a dramatic twirl. “She’s right, you know,” Rhodonite murmured. With an indignant sniff, Right turned to Left and opened her mouth to retort… but found she had nothing to say. Her twin hadn’t looked up, but there was a little smile on her face. There’s no way Emerald would offer something to us. “Padparadscha, with all due respect, I think you might have strained yourself a bit too far. “Jeez, she must be getting desperate,” Lars mused. “We believe in you.”Īfter a tiny grunt of effort, Padparadscha leaned slightly into Rhodonite’s grasp and finished: “Not with warships. “You’re doing well,” Right Rutile said with a nod, lacing fingers with her sister. She took a knee to be eye-level and gently put her hands over the smaller, gloved ones, her thumb brushing over her facets. Instantly Rhodonite was out of her chair, scurrying over to her dear friend’s side. “Emerald… Emerald herself! She’s going to contact us, but not… not…” “Oh! What a surprising vision!” Her head tilted to the side, Padparadscha pressed her palms to her cheeks and squeezed her lips together, her gem glowing faintly it was an expression everyone had learned to recognize, that of the tiny gem straining to push the limits of her ability. I mean, if someone’s putting herself in danger-” “I suppose there’s a chance it’s one of her underlings sneaking a message to us…? That would be incredibly risky, so we really should accept it. “Yeah, and I’m the Queen of Aqua-Mexico.” “Perhaps… she… has… learned… some… manners.” “She always just pops up on the screen screeching at us!”įluorite rested her chin on a folded arm as she peered out from the engine room. “Since when has Discount Anime Bitch ever asked permission?!” he interrupted. I mean, it does say ‘Priority message’, but-” “What the… you telling me she’s asking permission to contact us?” Lars blinked as he tried to process that. She pushed her chair back a few inches to show the icon flashing on her screen the squiggle was clearly a gem glyph, but, to Lars’ surprise, it looked almost like a question mark. Rhodonite’s face was twisted with her usual anxiety, but there was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. “Uh… Captain? We have an incoming message.” He was still mulling over something Padparadscha had blurted out earlier-how the hell did she know Saturn was named after the human god of time?!-when he was snapped out of his reverie by a voice from behind him. There was just something ethereal about seeing Saturn’s rings wafting on by, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught glimpses of his crew occasionally turning to enjoy the view. Lars couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so enraptured by a window.
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