Vreta rubbed his hand over his temples. “Tired. And I feel like I have a headache. I’m also worried about 595 and Osman. They haven’t come out yet. I suppose Osman is probably moving to assist at the Bridge with the rest of her forces, but what about the Agent? She was with us when the Navigator contacted us, and presumably she would have been incapacitated just the same. Why hasn’t she come back like the rest of us?”

Eventually, Vreta let out a sigh. “Honestly, I don’t think there is much else we can do right now. All there is left is to wait and see if the Navigator can stabilize the Cradle. We really should get some rest so we’ll be ready when we are needed. Between Nirann, Marae, and your team, I think they can handle the passive observation.”

Rareth, meanwhile, grunted as she looked up at the screen. She was still making her calls via her implants, though it was hard to tell from the outside how she was multitasking. Certainly, the news on the screen did change some of the calls she needed to make. “Perhaps your military can keep control of these people. All of this chaos was…avoidable. So as long as your leadership honors your agreements, it does not matter to my people who we are working with.”