Anya stood with impatience as Jonal, Tonas, and TeZaron waited for the people on Brightstar to disembark. She worried over Tonas’ leg, still encased in a semi-hard cast, the outline of which showed through the loose trews. As the Admirals of the Sarran Fleet, it remained their duty to see that the two dead Warriors and those wounded in the Zyptz attack were attended to first and to dismiss their crew for leave before they could make a formal report to the Elder Council. TeZaron, an Elder himself, and senior member of the council, stayed to bear witness. A council PGT pulled up onto the landing field. The door swung open and a boy came barreling onto the runway.
To Anya’s surprise, the stern countenance of the Elder broke into a huge smile as he knelt and opened his arms. The child ran str
