Sūrya stands at the VLF array control station, hands poised over risk data, her finger resting lightly at her temple.Sūrya stands half-risen, eyes wide, as the council's shock hangs in the air, the central column pulsing with a warm, tense light.Sūrya sits composed in the vast, cold chamber, her intense gaze fixed on the space where Arhat once sat.Sūrya stands in her cool blue quarters, the encrypted mesh partition glowing in her palm, her hand pressed against her temple.Sūrya presses her fingertip to the silvered scar on her temple, her expression composed under the warm habitat light.Sūrya's hand tenses on the table edge as Arhat and the council lean forward, faces illuminated by the cold blue data.Arhat stands resolute in the Council Chamber, hands clasped, the warm light accentuating the lines of authority on his face.Sūrya stands beside the couch, her finger touching the mesh-implant scar, the wall-screen's blue numerals casting a soft glow on her composed face.
