The days that followed were a whirlwind of hushed planning sessions and stolen glances. Terris, Sylva, Eodor, and Major Bridger huddled in dimly lit corners of the flagship, their voices barely above whispers as they plotted their unsanctioned mission against Vyskriegg. The tension outside their makeshift war room was palpable – the Commonwealth, oblivious to their covert activities, seemed to be inching ever closer to a full-blown war with Vyskriegg.
In the midst of one such strategy session, a thought struck Sylva. Her braids crackled slightly with the surge of excitement. "I have an idea," she blurted out, her voice catching the attention of the others.
Terris, Eodor, and Major Bridger instantly turned to her, curiosity etched on their faces. "What is it, Sylva?" Terris asked, leaning forward in his chair.
Sylva straightened, a determined glint in her eyes. "Perhaps we should pay my parents a visit. I believe they may have valuable insight into what's really happening within Vyskriegg."
Eodor raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling through the room. "To Erys Prium? You think your parents would be willing to help?"
Sylva nodded earnestly. "They might be ostracized, but that doesn't mean they've lost all ties to their homeland. They could have information we desperately need."
Terris tapped a finger on the table, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "It's a gamble, but it could be a good one. Plus," he nudged Eodor playfully, "it could be a good opportunity to visit home too, big guy. Fifteen years since you last set foot on Erys Prium, right?"
Eodor rolled his eyes, a gruff chuckle escaping his lips. "Yes, Terris, something like that. More like fifteen years since I barely escaped with my life."
"Well, that's settled then!" Terris declared, a newfound determination in his voice. "We'll go to Erys Prium – gather intel from your folks, Sylva, and maybe have a little R&R while we're at it."
Major Bridger, the only one not privy to the inside jokes, watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. Though he understood the value of gathering intelligence, he was still piecing together the puzzle. "Erys Prium, you say?" he asked, his voice gruff. "Forgive my ignorance, but wouldn't that place be… well, the capital. What are they doing there?"
"Technically, yes, Major," Sylva explained. "But my parents, they… well, they used to be nobility in Vyskriegg. Leaders of a Clan, actually – Clan Ferynn."
"Ferynn?" Major Bridger's eyes widened in recognition. "As in the Clan Ferynn that sided with the losing faction in the Vyskriegg civil war? The ones who were exiled?"
Sylva nodded curtly. "Exactly. They sought refuge on Erys Prium as political refugees. While they may be ostracized by the current Vyskriegg leadership, that doesn't mean they're blind to what's happening in their homeland."
A slow smile spread across Major Bridger's face. This intel, Sylva's connection to a prominent, albeit exiled, Vyskriegg Clan, could be invaluable. "Very well then," he finally said, his voice firm. "You three should prepare for your trip to Erys Prium. I'll handle the negotiations with the upper echelon and ensure a platoon is ready to deploy whenever you are."
Terris, Sylva, and Eodor exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. Their covert mission had just taken a daring turn, one that led them straight into the heart of neutral territory and potentially, into the secrets of a fractured Vyskriegg.
Terris paced the flagship's control center, a restless energy coursing through him. He hated leaving the fight on the eastern front, even if it was just for a temporary operation.
"Phileas," he called out, his voice ringing through the vast chamber. A seasoned veteran with a weathered face and a sharp gaze stepped forward. "Commander."
"You have your orders?" Terris asked, placing a hand on the veteran's shoulder.
Phileas, known as the "Wall" for his unwavering resolve, saluted crisply. "Every detail, Commander. The Magisters are ready to follow your instructions."
A flicker of relief washed over Terris. He trusted Phileas with his life, and leaving the squad in his capable hands brought a modicum of comfort. "Good. Remember, this is a delicate situation. Be cautious, but don't hesitate to act if necessary."
Phileas met his gaze with steely determination. "Understood, sir. We'll hold the fort until your return."
Terris nodded curtly, then turned to Major Bridger, who stood observing the exchange. "Speaking of returns," Terris said, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I trust the 'borrowed' frigate is ready?"
Major Bridger, a gruff seasoned soldier with a surprisingly playful side, chuckled. "The CS Typhoon awaits, Commander. Untraceable, discreet, and perfect for a little off-the-books operation."
"Perfect," Terris replied, a grateful smile playing on his lips. "The Stalwart's beacon will be flickering in the eastern sector, a little charade for the Order."
Bridger's smile widened. "Clever. They'll never suspect a thing. Just make sure you bring back more than just stories from your little vacation, Terris."
Terris raised an eyebrow playfully. "Souvenirs, you mean? Consider it done, Major. Though," he leaned in conspiratorially, "between us, the only souvenir I truly crave is a victory in this damned war."
Bridger let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the control center. He clasped Terris' hand in a firm, comradely shake. "That, my friend, is a souvenir we'll all appreciate."
As Terris, Eodor, and Sylva boarded the sleek silhouette of the CS Typhoon, a wave of apprehension washed over them. This mission was a gamble, a foray into the unknown. But they were heroes, and the fate of the Commonwealth rested on their shoulders.
"May the Psi favor you all," Sylva declared, her voice echoing in the hangar bay. Terris and Eodor exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. They were ready. With a nod to the Major, who stood on the observation deck, Terris gave the command. "Set course for Erys Prium," he said, his voice firm with determination. "Engage warp drive."
The CS Typhoon hummed to life, a blur of energy enveloping the ship as it disappeared into the vast tapestry of space. Their journey to Erys Prium, the capital of the Commonwealth had begun, a journey that could change the course of the war.
The journey to Erys Prium felt like an eternity trapped in a metal tube hurtling through warpspace. The only distractions were endless strategizing sessions, equipment checks, and Sylva's attempts to teach Terris a rudimentary form of Vyskriegg card game – a task that left him more confused than entertained. Eodor, on the other hand, remained a stoic presence. While Terris and Sylva buzzed with a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation for the fabled capital of the Commonwealth, Eodor's silence spoke volumes. Erys Prium was his home, a place he'd left behind under less than ideal circumstances.
As the CS Typhoon emerged from the warp bubble, Erys Prium unfolded before them in all its breathtaking glory. Towering megacities pulsed with vibrant life, their metallic sheen stark against the backdrop of a hazy, turquoise sky. In the heart of it all stood the Commonwealth Senate Palace, a colossal, circular dome that gleamed like a beacon of authority.
Terris whistled, pure awe etched on his face. "This place is incredible, Sylva! Just imagine growing up here."
Sylva, her energy braids crackling faintly with excitement, nudged him. "It has its perks, Terris. But trust me, the grass isn't always greener on the other side."
Their arrival was discreet – Major Bridger's untraceable frigate a testament to his careful planning. As they disembarked, their Magistra Order robes drew a mixed reaction from the bustling crowds. Some citizens, particularly older folks and veterans, offered respectful nods and grateful smiles. Others, younger with an air of curiosity, eyed them with a mix of fascination and suspicion.
Terris' stomach grumbled, a very un-heroic sound in the midst of their covert operation. He nudged Eodor playfully. "Alright, Forge Master, any recommendations for a place to refuel? My stomach's starting to think this war suit comes with a built-in hunger strike function."
Eodor let out a gruff snort, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Always thinking about your stomach, Terris. Yeah, sure, I can show you around. Follow me."
His voice held a hint of nostalgia as he led them through the bustling streets, navigating the network of gleaming walkways and pneumatic tubes that ferried citizens around the city. Terris and Sylva were in awe of the sheer scale and energy of Erys Prium, their eyes darting from the holographic advertisements plastered across buildings to the diverse crowd of alien species mingling in the street.
Finally, Eodor stopped in front of a quaint, unassuming building with a wooden sign that proclaimed "Old Erys Steakhouse." A warm, inviting glow emanated from within.
Terris' eyes widened. "A steakhouse? You had me worried you were going to take us to some fancy, political hangout, Eodor."
Eodor shrugged, a flicker of a smile in his eyes. "This place… it's been here since I was a kid. Best Joustershire Angus beef steak you'll ever have."
The interior of the steakhouse was a stark contrast to the futuristic city outside. Warm lighting, exposed brick walls, and the comforting aroma of sizzling meat filled the air. They were greeted by a burly Erys Prian human woman with a booming laugh and an even warmer smile.
"Eodor! Look at you, all grown up and playing soldier! Still haven't outgrown your appetite, I see." She boomed, ruffling his hair with surprising ease for her short stature.
Eodor chuckled, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Hey, Mama Geena. This is Terris and Sylva, my… my comrades."
Terris and Sylva offered their greetings, a little overwhelmed by the woman's boisterous energy. Mama Geena, however, quickly ushered them to a booth, her booming voice taking over as she recited the daily specials.
Terris, emboldened by the familiar atmosphere, ordered a rare steak, while Sylva opted for a slightly less adventurous medium-rare. Eodor, ever the pragmatist, stuck to his usual medium. As they devoured their meals, a sense of camaraderie settled around the table.
Eodor, loosened up by the familiar surroundings and good food, began to share stories of his childhood pranks and adventures on Erys Prium. He spoke of his family's estate, his mischievous younger brother, and the day he first met Terris at the Magistra Academy under the stern, but fair, tutelage of Master Yuna.
Terris and Sylva listened intently, their initial apprehension melting away. They were seeing a different side of Eodor, a side stripped of the stoicism and battle-hardened exterior. This was Eodor, the boy who once dreamt of becoming a pilot, not a soldier.
Mama Geena patted Eodor's hand with surprising strength. "Still love our steaks, do you, Eodor? My goodness, it's been quite a minute isn't it?"
Eodor, ever the introvert, managed a small smile. He squeezed her hand back. "Indeed, Mama Geena. Fifteen years too long. Makes me miss this place."
Mama Geena's eyes twinkled. "Well, you certainly filled your plate enough for a House Lysseus son! Steaks on the house tonight, to welcome you back, my dear child!"
Terris, ever the inquisitive one, tilted his head. "House Lysseus? What's that, Mama?"
"Oh, haven't they told you?" Mama Geena boomed, her voice surprisingly gentle. "They're a long line of political families here, who helped build the Commonwealth from the ground up. Done a lot for Erys Prium, have House Lysseus."
Terris and Sylva's jaws dropped like landing gears malfunctioning. Terris choked on his last bite of steak, sputtering as he coughed. "Hold up!" he finally managed, his voice thick with laughter. "Royalty, Eodor? You never told us you were practically a prince! Hey everyone, get a load of His Royal Highness here!" He gestured grandly to Eodor, a theatrical bow punctuating his announcement.
Eodor groaned, burying his face in his hands. This was precisely the kind of commotion he'd hoped to avoid. Sylva, however, chimed in, her voice dripping with mock seriousness.
"E-Eodor," she stuttered, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "that's… that's amazing! We never knew!" Then, with a flourish, she and Terris both launched into a series of exaggerated bows, their heads nearly scraping the table.
Eodor, despite his embarrassment, couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Will you two cut it out already? Come on, we've got Sylva's folks to meet."
The playful teasing continued throughout the evening. Terris and Sylva couldn't resist peppering Eodor with playful jabs about his lineage, earning them a few playful swats and good-natured eye rolls. They even managed to convince Mama Geena to whip up a couple more steaks, much to their delight, devouring them with the same gusto they'd shown with their first.
As the last sliver of steak disappeared, a comforting warmth settled over the group. The revelation of Eodor's heritage added a layer of unexpected intrigue to their mission. Who knew the stoic Forge Master had such a distinguished background? But for now, the teasing subsided, replaced by a shared anticipation for the next day's meeting. They would visit Sylva's parents, hoping to glean some crucial intel that could tip the scales of the war.
Eodor, ever the pragmatist, reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of Commonwealth coins. Despite the free steaks, he couldn't shake the feeling of being indebted. "Here, Mama Geena. Please keep the change," he mumbled, placing the coins on the table.
Mama Geena's eyes narrowed playfully. "Oh no, you don't get to pay for your homecoming meal, young Eodor. Not after all these years! Besides, you look like you could use the extra credits for your fancy soldier toys."
Terris, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, chimed in with a sly grin. "He's not wrong, Mama Geena. A new laser sight for his Forge Hammer wouldn't hurt, would it Eodor?"
Eodor shot him a withering look, knowing his sarcasm, laser sight, on a Forge Hammer, really? "Laser sights are for rookies, Terris. True warriors rely on good old fashioned skill."
Sylva, ever the diplomat, stepped in before the playful banter escalated. "Thank you so much for the delicious food and the warm welcome, Mama Geena. We truly appreciate it."
Mama Geena beamed, her smile radiating warmth. "Nonsense, Sylva child. It's good to have you, even if it's under less than ideal circumstances. Now, push off! I have a whole restaurant full of hungry patrons. But," she wagged a finger playfully, "you come back soon, all three of you. I hear there's a new dessert place down by the Eastern District. You youngsters need to try it!"
Eodor chuckled, the tension from earlier dissipating. "We'll keep that in mind, Mama Geena." He leaned in and gave her a quick hug. "Thank you for everything."
With a final wave and a promise to return soon, Eodor stepped out into the bustling cityscape. Terris and Sylva followed close behind, each taking a turn to give Mama Geena a playful bow.
"Thank you for the hospitality, Mama Geena!" Sylva said, her voice laced with genuine gratitude.
Terris, never one to miss an opportunity for theatrics, swept into a dramatic bow, his hand over his heart. "Farewell, esteemed provider of the finest steaks this side of the Orion Spur! Your culinary prowess shall forever be etched in our hearts!"
Mama Geena roared with laughter, the sound echoing through the restaurant. "Oh, you two! Get out of here before you scare away my customers!" she shooed them away playfully.
With a final wave and a promise to return soon, the trio disappeared into the throng of the Erys Prium night, their laughter mingling with the hum of the city. Their bellies were full, their spirits high, and their mission, though daunting, a little less intimidating now.
Finally, arriving at the doorstep of Sylva's parents' apartment, a tremor of unease ran through her. It had been almost ten years since she'd last seen them, ten years of estrangement and uncertainty. Would they even recognize her? Terris and Eodor exchanged a silent glance, their apprehension mirroring Sylva's.
With a deep breath, Sylva raised her hand to knock. The sound echoed through the sterile hallway, a stark contrast to the bustling city outside.
A tense silence followed, stretching into an eternity. Just as Sylva considered knocking again, a metallic click echoed from within. The door creaked open, revealing a sliver of darkness.
Two figures stood silhouetted in the doorway, their faces obscured by the dim light filtering from behind them. A beat of silence hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken emotions.
Then, a voice, weathered and raspy, broke the silence.
"Sylva?"