It's been hectic months for homeworld since its dissolution. It is inconceivable to end from one day to the next with something that was already taken for granted several "moons"; the impressions were varied: Some celebrated the end of an era as if there were no tomorrow, with faith in the next projects to be carried out, others cursed the day it ended, since they had lost some facilities, honors and status in the process, while the rest were impassive or indifferent to the movements of the new states.
The fate of the colonies that were not on the periphery, not counting those that still had activity, is uncertain, but, in those times of crisis, is where visionaries appear, or simply people who want to take advantage of the situation for their own benefit.
The "Republic of Bodeachat" was founded on the principles of equity and equal and severe justice for all those who lived there, the newborn sovereignty found its reason for being due to the fact that the "old regime" remained in the new life of the emerging nations, which contradicts their ideas, and therefore, they decided to cut communications with they.
Naturally, homeworld could never take care of all of them, so they always delegated the responsibility for these planets to a select group of people, who had to take care of them, although others have not had the same fate.
On the other hand, several groups also appeared, which were in charge of taking care of the colonies. These groups are relatively smaller than the now diminished army of the old empire and have communications with their distant analogues, making them a sort of "interplanetary league" of armies that help each other.
Someone has to be in charge of reaching agreements with these new factions...
That's how the morning in the "new" homeworld begins. The radiant sun melted on the earth, warming it in its golden power. A gem walks a little fast through the big square facing the palace, her movements set the pace, her breath is calm, and her mind is serene, they were all she let her see behind her.
She was of average height, and of somewhat slender build. His tea was a flat brown and her hair was somewhat swirling, which was dyed a somewhat dark cream tone. Her clothing did not stand out at all, except for a yellow ribbon that adorned his head.
She went straight ahead until he was in the room. As he entered, he turned to his left and went down the corridor to the end, making another turn but in the opposite direction. As she watched, her gaze found a door, on which was a plaque on which could be read the following sentence:
-"External relations," she said quietly.
As she uttered the words, he understood his hand on the door and began to knock shyly, tapping on the door with his forefinger. An ominous voice came from behind the door, telling the gem what to do next:
-Go ahead!
Obeying the orders from the other side, she pushed the door with his hand, and as she extended it, she could see another gem sitting at a desk. Although she had arrived, she paid no attention to it and kept looking at the screen of her device, which floated gently in front of her face and her hands were writing quickly, with no time to rest.
This one, without observing her "visit", began with her "interview":
-Osumilite, right?
-Yes, that's me.
-As you know, you have been chosen to be our representative outside the periphery. -Do you understand what I am saying?
-Osumilite scratched the back of her neck, and replied, I guess...
The worker, without showing any expression, learns it.
-What do you mean? -Then you have no idea what you're going to do, am I wrong?
Osumilite, a little humiliated, tries to justify herself.
-No, no! -Of course I know! I'm just a little nervous. That's all.
-I see... -The gem behind the desk stopped, and then, watched Osumilite... -Then tell me what you're going to do.
-I'll take care of reaching an agreement with the colonies outside the periphery, avoiding conflicts, mostly of a military nature...
The gem stopped observing the girl, and returned to her work. Having returned to her activities, she continued to talk:
-I see. Well, do you know Bodeachart, it's a new state that is a little far from here, but it's not really unknown. In spite of what we might have thought, the diligent rulers have managed to organize themselves in such a way that it might seem that they have always been like that.
Osumilite was silent as she continued to listen.
-Bodeachart's leaders are faithful to their ideas and somewhat effervescent in their execution, so we have had trouble engaging in conversation. So, for that reason, you have been chosen to be the homeworld's ambassador in Bodeachartian lands.
He stopped again and looked back at the brown gem.
-You don't have to do this, so we can find a replacement. But if you feel you can handle the job, we'd be more than happy to have you. What do you say?
Osumilite kept quiet for a while. While the new nation sounded somewhat hostile because of the worker's description, maybe she was just exaggerating. Maybe they could be hostile, but they wouldn't turn her into dust just because she stepped on their soil. Deciding that this would be a new beginning, she accepted the offer, which made the worker look at her again, only this time she looked a little strange.
-Good. Let me just fill out some forms and you're good to go.
Having said this, the worker went back to her device and started writing again, it took a few minutes for her to get free again. Having finished, she took a sheet of paper and wrote something on it, having done this she passed it to Osumilite, who looked at the sheet, and sensed that she would have to write something on the bottom line of the document, in this case her name; having also signed, she returned the piece of paper to the worker, who folded it and put it in an envelope to give it back to the brown gem.
The worker smiled as she spread out the sheet.
-Congratulations, Ambassador, everything is in order. Go with the sheet to the other office, which is in the right wing of the palace, and there you will be given instructions and equipment to work with. You must be here first thing in the morning to confirm and go to Bodeachart. Is that clear?
-Yes. Thank you very much.
-Not at all, I'm just doing my duty.
Having finished exchanging words, Osumilite gets up from his seat and leaves the office, leaving the worker alone.
As she walked to the other office, the girl thought cheerfully to herself:
-This is my day! Nothing can go wrong.