here on the Titan. Besides, we're taking a very small pod. We're lucky that the commander is sending us do this voyage at all. I promise anything that I find I'll come back and share with you,” Ivy said, looking into her sister’s matching green eyes. “This could help us find Mama and Daddy.”
Maggie wrapped arms around Ivy's waist. “Fine, but promise me that you'll be careful?”
“I'll have Aevar with me. He shown that he's worthy of a good fight. I'm sure I'll be fine.”
Ivy had waited four more days before they would allow her and Aevar to take a private pod to Goya. They wanted her to be fully healed prior to letting her off of the Titan. She was also given explicit instructions on how to behave and to make sure that they didn't mention the Alliance at all. Another day was spent preparing the pod, removing the emblem from the side of it and enhancing its security features. Finally, they were ready to take off. But she had waited to tell Maggie about leaving until the very last second; she was afraid that she would try to stop her. It turned out she was right.
“You stay close to Raelor. Do you understand me? He’ll make sure that you're well fed and taken care of.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know that, but just stay close to him. And stop playing cards! You're going to have more galactic coin at the end of this trip than all of these men put together. Teach some of them how to play.”
Maggie smiled at her. “But then it's no fun!”
“Do as I say.” Ivy kissed her on the top of the head and turned around to walk to the transport bay.
“You're not going to say goodbye?”
She looked over her shoulder at her younger sister. “No. Because this isn't goodbye. I'll be back soon.”
In the hallway, she only heard the sound of her heels clicking on the metal floor. She knew the task in front of them was dangerous. They could be mugged or worse on Goya. It was why her father hadn’t taken her in a few years, but this was the only way to get the information they needed. She’d have to be strong, for her family, for Maggie. She walked toward the pod and got into the seat next to Aevar. He was already suited up and ready to go with his communication device in his ear and face and some fancy goggles over his eyes.
“What do those do?”
“They link me with the pod. That way I don't have to use my hands to control the navigational systems. Instead I can just focus on using them for weapons if we should need them.”
“You're really worried about going to Goya, aren't you?”
“I can’t say it gives me warm fuzzies, no. The commander feels as though my concerns are warranted. I understand that you don't, though.”
“I've been working with these traders for years. Sure, they’re rough around the edges, but people might say that about you, too. But I know what you're like on the inside now. You can't hide behind that rough and tumble façade anymore.” She was trying to convince him as much as she was herself.
“But I'm an Alliance fighter. These are Pirates, the people I'm constantly trying to keep the Galaxy safe from.”
“You’re also a Trekker. I’ve been paying attention, Aevar. Your team are the badasses of the Alliance, and you have more in common with the bad guys than you think. Also. there might be some Pirates there, but most of the people on Goya are just simple traders. They don't mean any harm, and like I said before, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. People will give us the information we’re looking for, I promise you.”
He nodded at her, and she felt the pod come to life. A whirl accompanied them as they floated off the bottom of the Titan. She immediately put on her seatbelt.
“It’s been a while since I’ve flown one of these things.”
She talked into her com. “Oh great, I'm so glad you told me that.”
“No confidence at all?”
“Maybe just a little bit, but only because I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.” She smiled at him and