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few sitting close, but not too close, to the Zeus to remind everyone that they were
in fact here and ready to throw down if provoked.
    That threat, Nefron had learned recently, had been
forestalling a lot of problems back in the Preserve, and that wasn’t
speculation. He’d heard it was being discussed by various outsiders amongst
themselves and had the telepathic assurance from the Preema representative
standing next to him onboard the Zeus that the discussions were accurate, numerous, and often quite agitated.
    If this operation went smoothly the Preema were going
to transfer their Uriti to the preserve as well, which was why the trailblazers
had allowed them one representative here onboard the ship rather than having
them send a fleet. Their involvement with Star Force was known, as was the fact
that they had a Uriti, but when the time came to move
theirs they didn’t want anyone else knowing about it, so an arrangement was
made for one of them to tag along and have access to Nefron…though in truth it
was the other way around.
    Nefron was able to use his limited telepathy to get
inside the Preema’s head, which it voluntarily
lowered its mental defenses to allow. It was an expert on the Uriti they had
and between the two of them they were finalizing the arrangement and details
necessary for building a similar pod that could be flow from star to star to
avoid the immense distance lag of having the Uriti fly itself to the Preserve.
    But even in a pod it was going to take a lot of time
to get it there, meaning they had to be escorted by a fleet and the longer it
took the more time that fleet would be tied up babysitting. Their Uriti, named
Barratim, was considerably smaller and therefore could be transported more
easily and faster than Nedrasil, but for some reason it had a tendency to wake
occasionally for reasons their Oracle couldn’t identify. Additional sedative
was always applied before it could gain full consciousness, but compared to the
other Uriti that Nefron had studied thus far in their imprisonments, Barratim
was unique in its level of resistance to the sedative’s effects.
    That was a potential disaster in the making for the
Preema, and so long as they could effectively transfer it to the Preserve…and
the Preserve would actually work to neutralize the threat…they were willing to
commit the resources to building their own transport pod and entrusting Star
Force with the living weapon, but they needed more than just promises. They’d
been observing the two Uriti in the Preserve for some time now and were
sufficiently convinced in Star Force’s ability to corral them there, but the
part involving moving an Uriti without waking it was another matter entirely.
    So they needed proof and Nefron needed information,
which was why the Preema was here now with plenty of nearby Archons should he
feel like getting out of line, though that wasn’t really necessary. A Chixzon
could take a Preema 1v1 fairly easily.
    “Are we ready?” Oro asked from Nefron’s right.
    “I am. I’m leaving the disposition of the fleet to
you.”
    “The fleet is ready and the observers are…observing.
The Sety say they’re good to go and have relinquished control of all systems to
us.”
    “Adequate,” Nefron said as he connected to the transmitter
in the ship via his crown just in case it would be needed. “Bring it up.”
    On the planet’s surface there was a deep tunnel dug into
both the dirt and the rock below that led straight to the Ancients’ prison, and
up through that passage a bluish/green cube arose. It passed above surface
level and slowly began to ascend into orbit so not to mess with the very unaerodynamic silhouette in the thick atmosphere. As it
thinned, its speed increased all the way up into a holding orbit without any
reaction from the Uriti within.
    “No response from Nedrasil. It’s still fully sedate,”
Nefron said with a glance to the Preema. “So long as the sedative levels remain
steady I