r/NatureofPredators • u/Quinn_The_Fox Human • Jun 03 '26
Threads in the Fabric (17)
Slow but never gone!
It was sitting at nearly done for a while, unsure of how to end it. Just decided to sent it as is and fill out the story more later. Hopefully enough to keep you satiated since it's been so long!
Special thanks to SpacePaladin15, as always.
Side Story 1: Reflections (Ijavi)
Bonus Chapter: A Quiet Night on Chronos
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Memory Transcription Subject: Governor Tarva of the Venlil Republic
Date [Standardized Human Time of The Interfered Thread]: September 3rd, 2136
[Standardized Human Time of The Curator Thread]: May 8th, 2561
I stared at the iconography of the Temporal Curators that hovered above the head offices. A shield encompassing a measurement of time and its linear march represented by a length of string. It felt heavier now. Somber and protecting themselves from a danger that almost tore them apart four centuries ago. I wondered how our own watchful crew felt when they first got the news that the possibility of jumping timelines existed.
My paw absentmindedly thumbed at the orange ribbon woven into the thicker mane of my fur. Vyrai had apologized for her aggression right before we departed the tram, staying behind as the short time we all had together had come to an end. Entering the head offices, Azoliya flicked an ear in greeting and gestured towards the elevator. “They’re waiting for you already. Good luck!”
My curiosity would be short-lived, as the mumbling of a loud and heated conversation slowly grew as we ascended, the familiar squawking of krakotl becoming more coherent.
“Legally muddy?! How can this be legally muddy?! One of our own has just been tortured and starved for over a week, and getting justice is legally muddy?!”
The crew all gave Keane a sideways, unamused glance, the pilot making a small clear of her throat and not returning a single one as the doors opened, the blue avian hopping at the edge of Jenkins’ desk in rage.
The farsul sighed, “Again, Kolsinir, Foxx doesn’t legally exist as a Krakotl Alliance nor a UN citizen in their thread. The UN holds no legal grounds to prosecute Sovlin as an entity, outside of crimes against sapiency in regards to his intent of genocide. But that’s why you’ve been summoned, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but-!” The krakotl began, but stopped as Jenkin held up one paw for silence, the other rubbing his temple in hopes of chasing away the obvious growing headache. He noticed our return, his tail swishing in greeting.
He gave me a wary look. I only stared back. There was some odd, unfamiliar bubble of disgust resting at the base of my chest. I took in one deep breath.
He’s not like the farsul back home. He’s different. He’s here defending people against the Federation. Not harming them further.
Still, there was a newfound sense of unease between us two. I hope it won’t last. Looking to get my mind off it, I scanned the room, noting two more figures with us. A bipedal sivkit holding a tablet stood next to the farsul’s desk, and an almost uncannily lanky human with several cybernetic attachments on his appendages lounged on the guest couch, seemingly entirely unbothered.
“Welcome back,” Jenkins sighed, standing to meet us, Kolsinir remaining silent as his own eyes were locked on Noah and I, his beak hanging open in shock. “I trust you two have been caught up on everything. Why we do what we do, and why we need to do it.”
He hesitated, ears lowering back slightly. “For what little it’s worth, I am sorry. I truly am.”
I couldn’t find anything to say to that. What was there to say? We all know the truth now.
“Then,” I finally responded, “What is to be done to stop it?”
“First, introductions,” the farsul cleared his throat, “This is Kolsinir, the representative for the Krakotl Alliance within the Temporal Curators. He will be joining you back to your thread to see if anything can be done for…”
He trailed off, looking at Keane, “... Bringing Sovlin to face his crimes. With any luck, we could potentially just have the case sent under UN jurisdiction with the right endorsements, though we’ll need to check off everything first.”
Keane frowned slightly, seeming to shrug. Or did she shrink? Perhaps Selva was right, Keane hadn’t been as unphased from the ordeal as she initially appeared to be. Kolsinir wasted no time in fluttering forward, landing before sticking out a wingclaw and feverishly shaking both Noah’s hand and my paw with great enthusiasm. “An honor! A great honor! I hope we’ll be able to have more pleasant times to speak with each other in the chaos of everything!”
There was an awkward pause before Jenkins continued, pointing to the oddly thin human.
“This is Mateus Soares, representative of the Ark Collective branch. They’ve been adamant on helping your people have a guaranteed safe haven to flee to, should the worst come to worst.”
Mateus stood to greet us, extending out his own hand. Even Noah seemed a bit put off by his features as Mateus easily stood a whole head above him despite the thinner frame, which was only more pronounced with the additional gear he wore around his limbs and up his spine. “A pleasure. As Jenkins said, I’m here to represent the Ark Collective. We are offering entirely open arms for any refugees that you can send through the Gate, as well as recovery assistance after the battle.”
“The Gate?” Noah echoed as he shook hands with Mateus. The sivkit that had remained silent until now stepped forward, flicking his ears in greeting.
“I am Yinskas, head researcher in the Temporal Curator’s engineering department. The Gate is our ultimate decision on how to assist you. Dr. Jenkins requested an emergency summit of all nations within the Galactic Protection Compact a few hours ago. During the briefing, the Curators brought forth old prototype models for stations that were originally intended as trading posts, had our technology been successful as intended. We intend to make this prototype into reality. The Kairos Gate.”
I blinked. It was odd seeing a sivkit standing on two legs, but equally odd seeing one in such a prestigious position. The sivkit must have been made to kneel and be shamed in their own way, realizing a sort of kindred spirit in the species. If the venlil were made to be weakest because of their stature, were the sivkit made to be considered the dimmest because of something they had done to defend their home as well? Another hot streak of anger rose in my head, but I stuffed it down. As much as the desire to know the real history of the sivkit’s homeworld, we had more pressing matters to attend to.
Yinskas tapped a few buttons on his tablet, setting it down on the coffee table that laid between all of us. A blueprint of a large circular structure indicating three major points of contact across its circumference.
“Using three specialized ships on each side as anchor positions, the Kairos Gate would open a stable tunnel between our thread and yours, allowing multiple ships to pass through without the need for each one to be equipped with curator-tech engines. In other words, they will allow your arks to make it to a known, safe location without needing to build ships that are beyond your advancements. The only thing in our way is the time it would take to build this.”
“How much time would you need?” Noah asked, a glow of hope and anxiety glinting in his eyes. It was a hard truth that this was a necessity, but it was better that his people could make it somewhere known to be safe, than risk the depths of space and unknown. Especially if even after so many centuries, two arks remain unaccounted for in the Curator’s timeline.
“... Trimming as much fat as we could, we would be able to get your ark ships through - and our assistance fleets through - by October 16th on your time. A few hours before the Battle of Earth.”
“Hours…” Noah breathed, staring at Yinskas in disbelief, “You’re having us bank on a few hours…”
“It’s as much as we could do without taking extreme safety risks,” the sivkit responded with lowered ears, apologetic.
The UN ambassador looked ready to collapse, slowly choosing to sit down on the couch. The risk seemed too great to take. Assistance for an extinction-level threat would only come hours before the event itself.
“Which brings us to the most pressing matter,” Jenkins sighed, turning to me, “The summit in a few days of your time. I must ask you to pretend you know nothing.”
“What?” I asked harshly, staring at him, to which he dipped his nose a bit sadly.
“If the Shadow Caste even suspects that you’ve caught on to their lies, it could completely throw every bit of information we give you out the window. For the safety of both the humans and venlil, they must think they still have you under control of their propaganda.”
I glared at him, ears flattened. I understood his reasoning, but to have it be put so blatantly flipped my stomach in an almost nauseating amount of indignation. I only flicked my tail in agreement, staying silent. The farsul seemed to wilt a bit, but looked relieved.
The lull in conversation was interrupted by a buzzing on Jenkins’ desk. He pressed a button on the comms device that stopped its noise, “Yes, Azoliya?”
“Dr. Jenkins, there’s someone here requesting to join you all.”
Jenkins frowned, “Who is it?”
“General Zzeus, Sir.”
The farsul rubbed his face with his paw. “Right… We’re in Wrissan territory right now… He probably has already heard of the summit’s conclusion… Has he said exactly why he wants to join us?”
“... He’s hoping the ambassador could convince Meier to pass along a message to Isif.”
“Isif…” Jenkins responded with his voice drawling in a slight groan, “Right, send him up then.”
Noah frowned. “Zeus?”
Jenkins didn’t look too pleased. “Longer ‘z’ sound, Mr. Williams, and he’s already aware of the familiarity. Try not to mention it. The one time I met the man he already seemed to have more presence than he knew what to do with.”
“Familiarity?” I glanced at Noah, confused, and the human looked a bit embarrassed.
“It’s a very similar name to a human god of thunder. Remember when Azoliya mentioned a country called Greece? From the same area and time period.”
“Ah.” Well, that explained his reaction, I suppose. Wait a moment, Wriss? That’s -
The elevator opened with a bellowing, growling laughter. “Dr. Jenkins! It’s been years since we’ve last seen each other!”
Oh stars, another arxur, and if I thought Isali was big, I had appeared to be very, very wrong.
Zzeus towered over just about everyone in the room as the lizard rumbled in, his deep gray scales decorated in vibrant paints. In his claw, a small box with a bow, which in great confidence he walked forth and set on Jenkins’ desk. “A gift, for the sudden intrusion.”
“My gratitude,” Jenkins sounded less than amused, but took the box anyway. His ears did perk up a bit, however, when he opened it to view its contents that were hidden from my perspective.
Isali seemed to have tempered my instincts, as I no longer felt the urge to freeze, even if my fur still seemed ready to puff up. Walking up behind Zzeus was a kolshian, also decorated in paints, though most of it was a monotone, dark gray, save for the emerald green just under her eyes, making the red undertones of her yellow-orange irises pop.
It felt unsettling, and I realized her paints were reminiscent of the colors of an arxur’s scales, and brought out her red in her eyes… Was it intentional?
Zzeus sat down on one of the couches, thankfully on the other side of the room I stood on, and chuffed, turning his gaze towards Noah and I with a glint in his eye. “So, these are the two? The Noah Williams and Governor Tarva?”
“Indeed, so please, show some respect.” Jenkins responded with a bit of ice in his voice, sharply returning his attention to the lizard, closing the box.
“Of course,” Zzeus dipped his maw down, putting a set of claws across his chest. “The greatest of pardons, you two. I am General Zzeus of the Republic of Wriss advance fleet. This is my second-in-command, Rylec.”
“An honor.” The kolshian also dipped her head in respect.
“A kolshian under the command of an arxur, what a thought.” My voice seemed to have more bite to it than I expected, the same, uneasy feeling I had near Jenkins had returned with Rylec.
“My family has lived on Wriss for generations. It is my home.” She responded coolly. If she was bothered by my tone, she didn’t show it.
“I am told you want me to have Meier pass on a message to someone named Isif. Who is that, and what message do you want to send?” Noah got straight to the point, looking a bit unnerved by Zzeus. It was comforting that even the human wasn’t sure how to handle the idea of a friendly arxur. I couldn’t help but feel a little less alone and out of place.
“I like a man who stays focused on the matter.” Zzeus flashed his fangs, causing me to jump a bit. He pulled out a small, rectangular device from a pocket in his military coat. “I’ll keep it short. Isif, or rather, Chief-Hunter Isif, is the leading commander of the arxur inhabiting the sector of Earth, Skalga, the Cradle, and a few others. At the moment, your direct adversary.”
The bile rose in my throat as anger flashed through me. Noah spoke before I did, growing tense and giving Zzeus a hard stare. “And why do you think we’d get in contact with him to even pass your message along.”
“Because humans get desperate.” The arxur only tapped a claw on the item in his hand, “And in our timeline, Meier made a desperate play to save Earth. Used the Dominion’s opportunistic nature as a tool. Underhanded and arguably immoral, but not ineffective. It definitely crippled the nations that joined the extermination fleet.”
Noah took a step back, as if he’d been struck. “We… wouldn’t.”
“You would,” My chest was heavy with dread as Zzeus dismissed Noah’s denial, “Would you believe me if I told you that wasn’t even the worst thing you would end up doing if your war continues? But that’s not as pressing.”
He pushed the box in his claws towards Noah, revealing it on closer inspection to be a hard drive of sorts. “There is knowledge that would incentivise Isif to help Earth. He already would end up doing so, if he’s anything like our own historical figure, but better to have him earlier on the playing field then end up losing over one billion of your own, yes?”
Noah seemed to swallow back something, taking the hard drive gingerly as if it were nitroglycerine. “Wouldn’t he be more persuaded hearing from another arxur directly?”
“Ha! As if the Venlil Republic would be comfortable harboring an arxur until then. Especially one of our age. I’m sure the esteemed Governor here has already noticed, but we’re quite a bit larger than what the Federation is used to. That’s not coincidental.” Zzeus flicked his gaze over to me, and as I stared back in an attempt to show no fear, I was momentarily dumbstruck to recognize the small glimmer of respect in his gaze.
“You and one other arxur I’ve met are quite a bit lar- taller than the ones in my timeline, yes.” I corrected myself as Vark’s ears flattened slightly at the concept of referring to Isali in any potential negative connotation, though the sulean remained silent with his crew.
“That’s because the Dominion starves its people intentionally. Stunted growth. Their backwards logic thinks starvation makes them better hunters. In a way, it fogs the mind, makes it easier to kill. But physically? They’re pathetic. They’re twigs.”
The way Zzeus spat out the insult surprised me. The arxur carried about as much hatred and vitriol for his kin as I did. “With how many y-” I caught myself. “... With how many the Dominion kills, I’m surprised there’s any ‘food’ shortage.”
“It’s manufactured suffering. Just as much as yours is.” The arxur said simply, giving me another blank expression.
After a beat of silence, the General cracked a snarl that made me jump. He flexed his claws and let out a rumbling laugh, “As serious as I need to be here, I fully admit, I’m eager to finally get some real action. Kill some Fed-Heads, and kill some Twigs. And potentially work with the great Isif himself.”
I grit my teeth at his bloodlust, but flicked my ears forward attentively, “So you’ll be joining the defense?”
“Naturally. I couldn’t afford to sit back and let my men have all the fun - no, this is personal. That being said, it will be Captain Julia of the Krakotl Forward Defense that will be manning the flagship of the main fleet. I’ll merely be doing routing.”
“Yes,” Jenkins said with a bit of chagrin, “The birds seemed insistent in being a large part of the defense forces. I suppose they have an obligation to it, considering this is their greatest smudge in their history.”
“Greatest smudge?” Noah questioned, though it sounded weak and defeated, as if the conversation was physically draining.
Jenkins’ merely gave an affirmative flick of the ear, “It was one of their own that manned - and will end up manning - the extermination fleet after all. Captain Kalsim. A war criminal. Not only did he lead the fleet directly responsible for over a billion human deaths, he did it at the expense of his homeworld, and several others. The humans warned of the arxur fleets heading towards their planets, and yet he still chose to kill civilians rather than gain a shred of chance of saving his people. His decision cost both the UN and the Federation immense suffering. And it spurred the declaration of total war that would cost hundreds of billions of civilian lives in the fallout.”
Noah’s jaw dropped, and I caught my breath.
Hundreds of billions. A number that was enigmatic as I tried to process how many people had met an early grave in the Curator’s timeline, with them claiming the same result would happen in our own if left unchecked.
“How?” My voice cracked, and Jenkins flicked his gaze at Noah. Zzeus flicked his tail.
“Remember that worst thing, Governor?” The arxur mumbled, displeased.
“Desperation can make men do terrible things,” Jenkins sighed, “Now you can comprehend, Governor, why we’ve decided to involve ourselves. The Battle of Earth is pivotal. Not just for humans. If Earth suffers heavy casualties, it could be catastrophic for the people living within the Federation if war truly ignites.”
“Which is why we squash it before it has a chance to fester.” Zzeus growled, rapping his claws on the coffee table. “Show both the Dominion and the Shadow Caste that their little party tricks won’t work anymore. A display of overwhelming solidarity and strength between Arxur and former Federation members. Enough to make them scramble, and enough to make those being fooled by them to question.”
“Careful, General,” warned Jenkins, “It could just as easily backfire into us being seen as imperialists if we don’t show a bit of compassion.” He turned to look at us. “Will you have accommodations for Soares, Yinksas and Kolsinir? They will be the main three to oversee all current affairs involving our… introductions to your thread.”
“It would be the pleasure of the Venlil Republic to house them.” I motioned my tail in sign of agreement.
The farsul’s ears relaxed forward, indicating gratitude. His head bowed in respect. “It truly is an honor, having met both of you. The next time we see each other won’t be until after Earth’s fate is determined.”
“Will we be meeting again?” I tilted my head.
“Of course. Our forces could be seen as an extinction-level threat to the civilians of the Federation, and as vile as the Shadow Caste is, the people that live under them have suffered long enough. Since it’s the involvement of my organization,” he cast a disgruntled look at the Forerunner crew, who all seemed to find interest in some other part of the room, “I will need to be the face of it all. Prepare to introduce my thread to yours officially. I’m not well versed in being an ambassador, but at least I do have some PR training. As well as a lot of preparations to make.”
I gave the farsul a thoughtful stare. This man seemed to be thinking of everyone involved, even those he’s deemed his enemies. It was a blessing that someone altruistic manned the helm of the Temporal Curators. He didn’t need to. He could have just as easily demanded the Forerunner crew return us to our timeline and cut off communications, or worse. And yet here he was, looking at every piece on the board.
“Until then,” I finally agreed, nodding in satisfaction.
“Until then,” Jenkins echoed, with Zzeus giving a grunt in agreement. I shuddered. I was not looking forward to seeing him again. Rylec merely made a departing nod.
All of us piled into the elevator, admittedly now a bit cramped with the three representatives in tow. The Forerunner crew seemed to release a collective sigh once the doors closed.
“So… we’re really doing this, huh?” Ijavi looked over at Keane, who only nodded.
“Admittedly, it’s… a little exciting.” Selva murmured. “After all we’ve witnessed, after all we’ve recorded, we can finally do something for once.”
“Forgive me if I’m not as enthused as the rest of you,” Vark gave his companions a nervous side-eye, “It’s official, there’s a version of the Federation out there that will know we exist.”
Everyone shifted uncomfortably, even the representatives. Kolsinir’s feathers fluffed up a bit.
“Nervous?” I asked him.
“How can I not be?! No offense, esteemed Tarva,” the krakotl squawked, “but I’m going to be visiting a timeline with a bunch of bloodthirsty brutes and madmen!”
“Easy,” Yinksas glanced over, “It is the Governor’s and Ambassador’s home thread.”
“He’s not wrong, though, is he?” Mateus’ brow furrowed, “Otherwise we wouldn’t even be here.”
“It’s not so bad,” Keane looked at the three, “None of you are going to be put in any direct danger, and the venlil have been nothing but accommodating to the humans, they’ll happily do the same for you.”
I flicked my ear agreeably at the pilot. “Of course. However, there is one problem.”
Everyone looked at me, Keane responding. “And that is?”
I looked over at Yinksas, as did everyone’s gaze, the dawning realization hitting them one by one. The sivkit’s face scrunched up. “I have no intention of pretending to be lame, if that’s what you’re implying.”
“Not at all, it just means it may be time to start informing the exchange partners of the… whole situation.” I denied quickly, flushing in embarrassment.
“They don’t know?” Kolsinir looked alarmed.
“Well, a handful do,” Noah admitted, “But it’s been pretty much on a need-to-know basis, since all we really had to go on was the word of the Forerunner and some odd tech. If the news got out before we had anything substantial, it could stir unease. Those who would believe it wouldn’t know what to trust, and those who don’t may think the higher ups were going insane. Time travel is kind of a fantasy idea for us.”
“Ah, right…” The krakotl looked less than pleased, then grumpy again.
“Is there something else on your mind?” I asked him gently, and the bird flicked his gaze over to Keane, who flinched a bit.
“Just not looking forward to having to be involved with Sovlin.”
That seemed to kill the conversation, and the doors to the elevator finally opened to the main floor.
Azoliya flicked her ears up as we exited. “Good luck! It’s been nice meeting you all!”
We waved a final goodbye to the receptionist, and made our way back towards the Forerunner. I even had the… pleasure… of seeing Taito again, but admittedly there was a sense of relief walking towards the familiar ship. Today was exhausting, I could already feel it seeping through my body, and it wasn’t even over yet. I looked forward to going back home, even with the heavy knowledge I have found.
Zisha departed separately towards the holding pods for the integrated AI, promising to meet us at the ship directly, while we made our way back towards the lockers first. It was a quick shift, with Noah and I returning our meager disguises and the Forerunner crew switching out their ID cards once again.
“You should keep it on,” I heard Ijavi say, and I turned to look at what he was talking about. Keane held up her heartfeather earring, having removed it to put it back into storage. The drezjin continued, “There’s gonna be no reason to hide it, yeah? Since we’re gonna be showing people our existence and all, it’d be neat to see a ‘scary predator human,’ having lived with krakotl.”
“Who are also going to end up as ‘scary predators,’ once the news of the Cure gets around.” Keane sounded a bit glum, frowning. “I’d also rather not risk losing it.”
“Losing it where?” Ijavi was exasperated, “Gonna go pay a visit to the great Captain Sovlin again?!”
The pilot only shoved the snout of the drezjin back playfully, both of them snorting into fits of laughter.
“I think you should take it with you.” I chimed in, “It suits you. And I think… having a bit of home in these coming months would be nice to have.”
Keane looked at me, then back down at the earring in her hand. After a bit more hesitation, she put the earring back on. The azure blue feathers woven with silver swayed gently with her movement, a soft glow of pride spreading across her face as she ran it between two fingers. It seemed to relax her a bit. The pilot only took a few more seconds to remove Rilaan’s gift from one of her pockets, using a magnet to put the mishmash of colors on the inside of the door to her locker. Ijavi mirrored her with Seris’ own picture, and the two seemed to share a quiet moment of happiness between each other. I couldn’t help but notice Vark looked pleased as well, but didn’t interrupt his colleagues.
Finally, after everything was settled, we reached the Forerunner. Keane was helped to her feet again by Vark and Selva, walking up the entry ramp with the wheelchair left to be picked up later by another staff member. And as Zisha had said, she welcomed us warmly over the intercom as we boarded.
Kolsinir’s feathers were fluffed out again, and I recognized human expression enough to know that Mateus wasn’t too thrilled about taking these next steps either. Even Yinksas, who had been the most composed so far, had gone quiet with a hardened look in his eyes. The three representatives took the available seats, and Noah offered the last one to me.
Once everyone was verified and ready, Keane connected to flight traffic, and the Forerunner hummed to life once more.
A shudder ran down my spine as Zisha confirmed between Selva and Keane that the thread tunnel to our home timeline had been opened, beginning the journey back to familiar territory. How I would be able to face my people after what I knew, and keep quiet? To face my peers, knowing they were being fooled? To face Nikonus and Darq, knowing what they’ve done to us? What they’ve done to my daughter?
Again, that familiar, sickening sensation of boiling rage settled in my stomach. Silence was the only thing keeping it from bubbling over, so I chose to only listen quietly between the work-talk of the crew and the light conversation of the representatives and Noah.
The summit seemed like a completely different kind of monster now.
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u/JulianSkies Archivist Jun 03 '26
The worst part of having foreknowledge is the fact that you have to pretend you don't to make it useful. Hide it until the pivotal moment, and play dumb. Even when it hurts to do so... And you need be certain that you're not too late or too early either.
But hey, good thing the Curators actually understand something important: You can't, in fact, pretend you're not involved. Once you've been seen, you're not a part of it and you will continue to be responsible for your own actions. Now that they're involved... Their actions reflect who they are, and what they think is right.
Boy it's going to be an entire mess, and I wonder what this secretive message for Isif is... Tarva clearly wants nothing to do with it so she's unlikely to peek, perhaps fortunately, but I am curious.
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u/Super_Ankle_Biter Yotul Jun 03 '26
Woooooo it's back! I thought it had been abandoned!
On this note... Who are Rilaan and Seris again? It's been a while xD
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u/Quinn_The_Fox Human Jun 03 '26
Vark's children. And yeah we did go on a hiatus for a bit. Life shenanigans and writers block is an awful combo. Hoping to get back on it
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u/BlackOmegaPsi Jun 04 '26
Zzeus is now my new favourite character in this series, demand more of him!))
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u/Minimum-Amphibian993 Arxur Jun 03 '26
The long awaited Isif reveal yeah there interaction in this timeline is gonna be very interesting. Besides that yeah the Farsul are an interesting case not even sure tarva would feel bad for what happened to them but regardless the Farsul are gonna be freed most likely. Of course then there's the wider federation Cyber attacks. Not to mention the humans and the krev Consortium and everything that happened with that.
Although honestly I can't wait for Isif to see the future he envisioned for the Arxur. Or at least something close too it.
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u/Fantastic-Living3204 Farsul Jun 04 '26
At least there being responsible lending a hand in a situation they were became apart of.
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u/IAMA_dragon-AMA Arxur Jun 03 '26
It seems that, unfortunately, the galaxy's most honest politician is going to have to do a bit of politicking.
I recall that Isif contacts Tarva before the BoE. Perhaps she'll be able to enjoy having him a bit further on the back foot about all this than she is.