Kael stands at the waterline, hand raised in the hold signal, Old Sekani beside her, as fifty armed Continentals form a tight line behind.Kael stands at the slate desk, hands on the tuning controls, ear pressed to the earpiece, the dawn rain misting the vast, wet sea beyond.Kael's shoulder blurs as Moss stands at the gangway, his transformed figure stark against the gray beach and sea.Sūrya stands at the water's edge, backlit by dawn, as the twelve Antarctikans form a tight cluster, their pale forms catching the light.Kael's hand reaches down to meet Sūrya's extended palm, their scarred and unscarred arms forming a silent bond on the brass-lit beach.Kael ascends the rust-streaked steps to the observatory, her lean form silhouetted against the pale silver sky.The silver-blue Antarctic hull parts the harbor approach, catching the dawn light, while the water around it moves as if stepped aside.Kael stands on the contact beach, hand raised in a hold signal, the militia behind her tense and armed.Old Sekani stands beside Kael on the beach at dawn, his white hair and spotted hands contrasting with her scarred arm.Kael strides through the wet sand, her scarred arm visible, while Moss stands at the water's edge, his modified features clear.
