"Hopefully, your ships have enough sense not to start shooting." Yvonne announced. "This is not a kidnapping and you will all be allowed to return home as soon as the cooling levels on the
Airway gates are back in safe range, but you needed to see it, to comprehend it."
"Did you
know about this Davion??" Daoshen demanded.
"My science advisors knew about this, I only got the layman's summary." Yvonne said casually, "The person who really
knows about this, I believe, awaits us on the moon below."
"Where exactly are we?" Devlin Stone asked.
"Kowloon's outer system. I believe teh moonlet we are currently nearing the orbit of is Snark IV, the fourth moon of the second gas giant in the system-that one-with the rings." Yvonne said.
Ragnar did some mental math. "That is almost eight months travel by jumpship from Kirklin..."
"Straight line, and only if you don't have to stop for customs or evade border patrols." Victor said, "amazing."
"We, have a dinner to attend." Daoshen said with exaggerated dignity. "That little girl looked very...
hungry."
for some reason, this broke the tension.
***
At least they didn't try to hide anything. The landing pad was out in the open, exposed to vacuum and the view of Snark rumbling high in the sky, though it meant Daoshen had to borrow a pressure suit from one of his bodyguards to cross over to the station shelter itself.
Having to wear a suit (and having a fine, Capellan made suit without foreign devices on it) convinced him that yes, he was now all the way across the Inner Sphere from the Confederation, on a Lyran owned moonlet in a Lyran owned system governed by a gothy little teenager with a clumsy, but almost endearing sense of the dramatic.
who happens to have just demonstrated a level of personal power that almost made her a peer.
For Devlin, the realization came with a cold knot in his gut.
it works...and they built it... his personal danger sense was going off the charts and there was no way to bluff, bully, fight or shoot his way out of this.
For victor, the pulse and the vertigo sense triggered something else. a young girl's laugh in the back of his mind, and a feeling penetrating the numbness of his soul.
guilt.
For Yvonne, it was a chance to have her family together again, if only for a little while, to see how Little Hanse was doing, and to meet her Niece Morrigan for the first time. she felt
good about this.
The airlock cycled and opened, and the party of dignitaries walked in...
***
Peter greeted them in the atrium. Yvonne managed to make an AFFS issue spacesuit look good. Victor looked...a little befuddled and distracted. Stone looked like he badly wanted to swallow his own tongue, while Ragnar and Daoshen's expressions were filled with
wonder.
"you're not going to make a scene, are you?" Peter asked.
Amanda leaned on her 'staff', "of course not." she said, "I know what 'Diplomatic status' means. I also know how much Victor meant to mom, nobody's getting spaced just because the teenage duchess is feeling angsty or vengeful."
She looked up to meet his doubting gaze, "Besides, it would be bad form to offer someone food and drink, then toss them into hard vacuum, it would even violate
guestrite and if we start doing that, well...we'd be no better than
Terrans."
he nodded as the lock alarm shifted to green, and the inner door opened.
"Welcome to Port Nathan." Amanda announced, strutting along the ceiling, before hopping and flipping to the floor, a move that billowed her cloak out dramatically (just as intended.)
she gave the Celestial Wisdom a very shallow head-dip of a bow, "добро пожаловать в мой дом, лорд-канцлер Даошен Ляо."
"Your Russian is very good." Daoshen said.
"It was slightly easier to master than Mandarin." she replied in english, then she faced Ragnar, "välkommen till mitt hus,prins Ragnar Magnussen."
Ragnar chuckled in surprise. "Jag accepterar din gästfrihet, hertiginnan Elizabeth Ngo."
she smiled up at the Ghost Bear Khan/Prince.
then she gave Yvonne a Curtsey, "Please accept my
hospitality Your Majesty, and be welcome, my air is more abundant with your presence."
"Thank you for sharing your air and shelter, Sov Ngo, and I accept your hospitality." Yvonne accompanied this with a clasping of her chest followed by open hands.
"Guestrite?" Victor mused.
"yes." Yvonne said, "Belter tradition, if I'm not mistaken."
"Historically." Amanda said. She looked to Victor, "victor."
and stepped aside, "There are facilities if you want to change into more comfortable clothing, everyone is meeting in the greenhouse, about ninety meters to the port side, when everyone is ready and seated, food will be served."
Spending time in the tutelage of Daphne Rowe and Marie Mullins-Steiner-Davion had taught Liz the power of the snub in social situations.