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An impossibly fast instant, and Zozia felt an overwhelming helplessness shaking her to her core. King’s Gaze. Zozia stared powerless at the woman, her knees shaking until she could no longer stand.

Pissed off or not she had not moved a muscle from her chair. She was staying put because she wanted to argue. Kremina Qote was an old school revolutionary. She had to be right– and she would not tolerate otherwise.

“You’re–” Monika grit her teeth. She began to weep. “You’re dodging my questions–” “I’ve given you my answer.” Gertrude said, smiling. “I want this ugly world to be more beautiful for your presence. Monika, if you take my hand, I’ll help you stay awake with me.”

Somehow the aetherometer was broadcasting Monika’s voice. “Sleep soundly, peacefully, without resentment.” She whispered in a mischievous voice. There was a note of palpable desperation. It was an unsettling tone of voice. Like Monika had gone mad.

“It is coming. If we emerge from this storm, it’ll be our Union henceforth. No more compromises and no more backroom dealing. We’ll build our righteous Union that spans the ocean.” Bhavani replied. “Alhamdulilah.” Milana replied. All praise be to God. She was still smiling.

Her tail had been cut in half, as had been her cartilaginous, fin-like ear. Only her Katarran armor was still intact. When Raaya gasped, Majida looked up from her seeming stupor and smiled weakly. “Don’t worry. It’ll all grow back.”

Her perverse smiling face and oddly good mood was all because of the taste she had gotten of a piece of Arbitrator I’s flesh, sheared off when the exalted Avaritia nearly devoured the heretic.

Accessed out of fear for the safety of her hominin love, it represented the responsibilities she had shirked for too long. She was a weapon, created by sages from a bygone era. She was the first of her kind, biological power incarnate.

She turned fully around and extended an arm past Elena on the bed and pinned her down. Now Gertrude hovered over her. “Like this, you think? Sudden, rough, unexpected; how a real dirtbag would treat a lady.”

In the middle of battle she was killing to survive. It was still very different from Sieglinde’s plight, however. The communists didn’t have a home to return to if they failed. Their meager homes in the colonies were the ones invaded by the Empire.

Adelheid interrupted immediately. She threw herself atop Norn, silently weeping. Norn’s arms wrapped firmly around Adelheid, embracing her tightly. “I knew I could count on you.” Norn said, stroking her hair.

“You are gravid with my legacy, Kalika Loukia, and I would be remiss to be bias against you and allow the work which you have been blessed with to rot and become useless. That would invite others to say my craftsmanship was less than legendary– and I will never accept that.”

For a brief instant she was a girl floating as if on the surface of a vast pool. Gazing up at a sky of broken metal falling around her. She could almost see colors, colors other than the dim, dark blue of the water.

“I am not able to be protected, nor am I worthy of it.” Eris said. “And I’m not worthy of protecting anyone. You can’t be any worse than me.” “You say that so easily. But my sins are monumental.” “There are people who would say I’m utterly unforgiveable too.”

Rue thought she saw the corner of Sawyer’s lip curl into a little smile at her touch. For this woman, and the violence she wrought for her ideals, Rue made her choice.

Moving at speed in the ocean, across the vastness of the water, was a surreal experience. For a moment it felt like rushing through a void. Rather than landmarks, and visuals, Murati had to develop an additional sense.

“She’s just going to stubbornly quote the Union’s environmental policy at you next.” “Ahh, she’s so unlike the stories of her parents! She’s so much more like Daksha Kansal!” Euphemia and Karuniya seemed to reach a silent understanding to make sport of Murati.

“I swear– I swear I don’t want to be violent toward Hominins anymore–” “I believe you. If you wanted to kill us you’ve had a million chances.” Arbitrator I sounded like she was weeping. Her voice was wavering, choked.

“You are Baron Sieglinde von Castille, correct?” Gertrude shouted past the Commissioner so the captive would hear. “Unfortunately, yes.”

She loved seeing Fern like this. It wasn’t a contest– it wasn’t a competitive game. Fernanda was smiling. She was smiling too. It was nice– it wasn’t perfect, but it was nice. They were having a good time, all things considered.

Even if it cost her life, she could not abide losing even a single solitary soul in Khaybar. She hoped that Allah, subhanahu wa ta’ala, would have mercy on her. Khaybar’s jihad was her own, to the bitter end.

Ulyana tried to smile a little. Here they went again– into the fray once more. After the ignorant peace of the shore, the chaos of the sea invited them forward. “Forget it!” Ulyana called out. “Zachikova, forward! Fernanda, ready guns!”

“Sonya! I’m really sorry. I really am grateful.” “Whatever!” Sonya shouted back. “I’m grateful you’re alive too! Go to bed, Maryam!”

“Pleasure doing business as always, Homa. May Allah see you to safety.” For want of anything to polite to say, Homa said nothing at all in response.

“Human sacrifice is indeed always an option.” Monika said. “Not only do our bodies have a good amount of carbon, they have tons of water. That water superheats during the annihilation reaction, it isn’t annihilated specifically, but it vaporizes, creating steam, heat.”

“I will never tell you to stop fighting for our ummah. Our entire life here is jihad, I taught you that. I taught you that jihad is our struggle for dignity and justice. That is a fight we wage solemnly, not just against enemies, but to make ourselves better.”

“Do you understand now, Kremina? Do you understand my change of heart, why I had to let go of the Union, of my power? Do you understand why, for my convictions, for the things I want others to believe, it is necessary that I became mortal?”

Gazing intently into drawn-wide feral red eyes and a mouth caked in the ichor– And she kissed deep into those red streaked lips, tasting the iron of her own blood, the dripping liquor from fangs which had penetrated her.

Mordecai argued for communism from a material standpoint: economics and structural organization. This idea that human brains were undergoing a change was purely idealist. Did Dakshal Kansal really hold that conviction so deeply it led her to fight for liberation?

“No– No– Stop it– I’m not– I can’t–” Breathless, unable to escape from the figures and shadows, Gertrude shut her eyes. Unable to make it all go away, unable to bear it– So badly, she wanted to give in to the worst of herself and be one of those images.

“Don’t insult Norn.” Gertrude said with a sudden sharpness. “But yes, we should try to move this.”

Her entire body shook with fear and frustration and elation and madness, sheer madness.

It was the exact opposite of the promise communism had for the people of the Union. But what exactly did the people of the Alayze Republic even believe in? Shalikova did not know, and there was no way she would be able to puzzle it out in the cockpit of the Cheka.

“As long as they’re Green, I am a completely ordinary individual. I can join the crowds, be close to people, even have penetrative sex, without issue.” Gertrude tried not to think anything at all about the last item– and failed to do so.

All of the rationality left in her mind was screaming at her that this was too weird. But so what? What did she have left? Maybe– if she died, it wouldn’t even matter now. The Homa Baumann who worked and lived in Kreuzung was dead anyway.

Nobody had ever realized that, perhaps, Norn knew a liar when she saw one, because of how much she had been lied to, abused, exploited. How much of her life was shaped by the lies told to her and how much proximity she had to liars.

In fact, she felt privileged, whenever she closed her eyes and felt the wave spreading across the Oceans. “Being called Ganges again sure makes me feel something.” Once again, she was part of that revolutionary wave that would change everything.

Strong-shouldered, tall, fair-skinned with a sort of earthy, rustic beauty. This woman shared Von Drachen’s rank, but unlike him, she had been an early and true believer in the Volkisch order: Heidelinde Sawyer.

“That tall, dark soft-butch look really suits you.” Karuniya had said. “I’m more like average and lightly toasted.” Murati had replied. “If you really believed in yourself, you’d be so much hotter, you know?”

“In this, the Autarch is correct. We must bring the Hominin to heel as livestock. It is our destiny to dominate them all, as their most ancient and only true predators. But even more than that, it is necessary to exact justice. That is what drives her the most.”

“It’s not because of your psychotic mother’s obsession with eugenics. Nor is it because of Euphrates taking you under her wing. It’s because you remind me of another girl who felt born from nothing in a deep, dark hole in the ground, growing up secluded from everything.”

“Elena was none of those kinds of people. That’s why I love her–” Gertrude grit her teeth. Of course, Elena was not the monster. Never Elena. She was the monster. And it was her love for Elena which had made her a monster.

Monika– Suddenly none of these things felt comforting anymore, none of them felt weightless. She could not let them come and go. They were hers, she claimed them!

“And who knows,” Shalikova winked, “maybe I will prove myself as strong as a Katarran warlord.”

Taking a deep breath, focusing all of her might and power– Driving away the fear that crept in her heart as she felt the upswell of humanity– She let go. She let go of the grudge that tied her to Euphrates.

Dreschner let out a short laugh. “I am always with you, Inquisitor. Or should I say, Emperor?” Her expression darkened immediately. “Oh, don’t even joke about it.” “You’re right, I should treat it as seriously as you do. We shall see where your ambition takes us.”

“I’ve got my fists too, but I’d rather not draw too much blood. It’s– It’s a problem for me if I get too crazy.” Kalika nodded her head. She understood, without asking further questions about it. Or– she thought she understood.

The Union was fairly socially progressive: it was after all the place where the Empire sent many “undesirable” people to “cleanse” its internal population, so it made sense there would be a lot of their causes championed institutionally in the Union.

You’ve done as much killing for much less of a reason, Red Baron. You can’t atone for it now. Your future is decided, and the blood won’t wash from your hands even if you turn back now. You can’t escape this.

“You’re straightforward; you don’t hide anything. That’s what I really like about you.” “Fuck you. What are you even saying? At a time like this?” “I followed you because I like you best, Sawyer. That’s what I’m saying.”