Clarke was still passed out in the chair on the balcony hours later. She was quiet and still for the first hour, but since twitched, groaned, and occasionally muttered and shook her head. Each time, Ontari stopped her busywork to watch.

Everything she heard today compounded her confusion. She wasn't familiar with technology. Nia didn't permit Azgeda to possess or use anything other than what they made or traded other clans for, and forbade those clans from bringing any tech into her lands.

It made its way in despite the ban. Ontari saw a few examples. The one that interested her most was a music player. The sounds it produced were much like the music played at festivals. She coveted it, and knew it would cost her life. It was a difficult decision, made when a friendly guard tapped her shoulder to warn her of Nia's approach.

Clarke said there was technology in her body, put there by Titus. He called it the commander spirit, but Clarke and Skaikru called it by letters. A.I. It collected memories, and shared them, and was why Heda Leksa spoke to them, and through her. She heard another commander in her dreams the night before, but he did not speak for long before Heda Leksa silenced his demand for war.

Ontari didn't understand Clarke's need for alcohol today. Roan was Haihefa, and could do as he pleased, and the Skaiskat was a thieving piece of shit of whom she expected nothing good. He surprised her by standing up for Clarke and comforting her. She didn't understand their conversation, either. They insulted each other, but without venom. Roan explained why Murphy was with him, but she didn't understand why Clarke would bother with branwada, even if he was part of her kru.

She knew the final decision about Skaikru rested with her. Clarke and Marcus would make their arguments, Titus and the other ambassadors theirs, and she would have to decide. Heda Leksa demanded she protect them, and Ontari would do that no matter what.

Every thought circled back to Clarke. She wasn't certain whether it was Heda Leksa's influence or Clarke's charisma. She was forced to the background when Heda Leksa spoke with Wanheda. It bothered her only because it distressed Clarke.

Clarke sat up suddenly and tried to stand. She was obviously panicked about something, and Ontari jumped up and caught Clarke before she fell. "Shh, shh, you are safe."

"He killed you, too."

"Shh, I am here. No one else has died."

Clarke frantically ran her hands over Ontari, and Ontari let her. When she finished, Clarke took a deep, shuddering breath and put her arms tightly around Ontari. "You're all right."

"Sha, Klark. It was a dream."

"Now I remember why I don't drink."

"Perhaps you should eat."

Clarke released her and tried to step back. "Did Roan leave?"

"Not until tomorrow."

"I need to see him."

"One minute, and I will go with you."

Clarke knew she couldn't stop Ontari from coming along, or run fast enough to get ahead of her in this state, and nodded. Ontari let her go, and Clarke swayed before falling into her chair. She sat while Ontari gathered her weapons, and walked to the door while Ontari returned them to their places.

Clarke waited at the door, debating whether to take the stairs or the lift. She decided on the stairs. Her stomach was unsettled, and the lift's jerkiness would only make it worse. It took a long time to walk down the stairs, and she hoped Roan had bread or something on the table.

He and Murphy were still drinking, but there were plates of dried meat, cheese, and bread, as well as a basket of fruit on the table. Clarke fell into a chair and grabbed some bread. Ontari sat beside her and poured water for them.

The bread settled her stomach a little, and Clarke pulled the tins from her pocket. She looked at them and frowned. "I need something small."

"Got it." Murphy got up and stumbled toward his room.

Roan looked at Clarke. "What now, Wanheda?"

"We need to scatter these chips. I'm gonna send some with you."

"And the rest?"

"I'll find places for them."

There was a racket from the back of the suite, and Murphy stumbled back in a minute later holding a small cloth bag. After he sat down, he dumped the contents on the table and pushed them toward Clarke.

She looked at the collection of small metal tins. "Bag."

It took Murphy a second to understand what she wanted, and he picked up the bag and tossed it to her. Clarke pulled her knife out, and Ontari took it from her. "Hey," Clarke protested.

"What do you want?"

"Pieces about the size of my hand."

"That's a nice bag," Murphy said.

"It was," Clarke agreed. She started opening the tins and put them in an uneven line in front of her. She took a piece of the bag and put it in the first tin before pulling the others from her pocket. Clarke put four chips in each tin and stuffed the extra fabric in before putting the lid on. It took several tries to complete the first one.

"I will do it," Ontari said, and Clarke shrugged. She got another piece of bread, put some meat and cheese in it, and folded the bread over it before stuffing it in her face.

When Ontari finished, Clarke tossed a tin to Murphy and another to Roan. Murphy's landed in his lap, Roan's closer to the middle of the table than to him. Clarke closed up the rectangular tin and put it in her pocket. Ontari took the others.

"I think it's time to lay down," Clarke said.

She wobbled toward her room. Ontari followed. She removed Clarke's boots and put her legs on the bed.

Ontari sighed and left Clarke. 'Drunken idiots,' she thought, and left the suite without saying anything. After spending so much of the day sitting, she wanted to do something, and ran up the stairs to her suite, got her sword, a bow, and a quiver of arrows, and went to the stable. She really just wanted to ride, but knew she couldn't leave the city unarmed.

Her guards rode a little behind her as Ontari circled Polis' walls. She was looking for evidence of anyone sneaking in, as Clarke suggested Jaha might try, and found several places where it would easy to move in and out of Polis without being noticed. She reached the gate where she started and sent one of her guards to bring a dozen warriors and the one who scheduled watches. When they arrived, she led them from one possibly entryway to the next, leaving two guards at each.

Her second city of the circle complete, she left the horse at the stable and waited for additional guards. Nearly all the exterior entrances led to underground tunnels. Guards were left there, as well, until they could be sealed. Footprints in the mud of the last told her it might be too late.

100 – 100 – 100

Raven Reyes wasn't happy about having to pretend to belong to Trikru. The clothes were interesting, but the braids were a pain in the ass and she missed her boots. It was a small price to pay for admission to the City of Light. Allie assured her that someone in Polis would know where other pieces of the Ark were. Allie and Jaha and the rest waited for her in the upper portions of Arkadia. There was plenty of food and water there, and they could move around as long as they were quiet.

From Farm Station recruits, they knew that piece was closer than Polis, but Allie wanted to know where all the stations landed before they set out for it. It was easy to sneak out during the battle and stay at the edges of different groups as they left. She saw people she knew from a distance, and stayed away from them. Raven moved through the woods, searching with binoculars for weaknesses and watching patterns. After two days, she found a way in, and that night, snuck into Polis.

Finding her way to the surface was difficult. Finding the information Allie wanted was harder. People in Polis didn't care about Skaikru or their former homes. They were concerned with their own lives. She was surprised to see Skaikru walking freely through the city. Allie was certain they were being taken to Polis for public execution.