Raven finished the first commander's journal and set it aside. She turned to a fresh page on the pad Clarke gave her and began to outline what she needed to do. First was learn to control the chips, a precursor to cloning the chips in Ontari and Titus. She ruminated over the Latin phrases sprinkled through journal while looking at the jar on the bedside table. "Quaere superna," she mumbled, trying one out.

"Holy shit," she whispered a moment later. The jar, once a snarl of microfilaments, was clear. The pink hexagons drifted to the bottom. "Quaere superna," she repeated, and the filmaents filled the jar again. Raven grinned and pumped her fist. "Yes. I am fucking awesome." She raised her voice. "Clarke! Murphy!"

Murphy hurried into the room. "Everything OK?"

"Where's Clarke? I need to show her something."

"Meeting with ambassadors."

"Watch this." Raven pointed at the jar. "Quaere superna."

"Not as cool as abracadabra, but you know, not bad for a corporate logo."

"You're an ass, Murphy."

"And you're a fucking genius, I know."

"I can do what Clarke wants me to do."

"So we're going to the City of Light?"

"Yeah. Your version, not mine, though I have a sneaking suspicion we might need to go there, too."

"Not you."

"Technically, I'm already there."

"One of you is enough."

"You're just jealous."

"Uh huh. You need your ego stroked any more?"

"Always, but I have a question for you."

"Mind if I sit?"

Raven shook her head and Murphy pulled a chair near the bed. She bit her lip before blurting out, "I think the Commander likes me."

"I am not getting into this, Raven."

"C'mon, Murphy, I know you spent the day with her."

"Yup, like a puppy on a leash. As big a blow as this might be to you, you never came up."

"But Azgeda's all about the broody and silent, yeah? More than the other Grounders."

"I don't even know what that means."

"You are no help."

"I told you, I'm not getting into this. You want girl talk, ask Clarke. I'll ask Harper or Monroe to visit, or your lackeys, or somebody who isn't me. You need a drink of water or a sandwich, I'm your guy."

"Your fucking shot me."

"Like a million years ago."

"I can't fucking walk."

"You've played that card to death."

They glared at each other for several seconds. Finally, Raven said. "Fine. Then get me a sandwich."

"On it," Murphy answered, and was out the door in a shot.

Raven sighed and picked up notepad. She began making a list of the things she needed. As soon as she was allowed out of bed, she'd get started.

100 – 100 – 100

Clarke's good mood dissipated as she went from meeting to meeting with the other ambassadors. They all seemed less interested in trading with Azgeda than asking questions that would have Ontari threaten to remove their tongues. The third time her Yujleda counterpart attempted to ask casually why Heda spent so much time in the Azgeda suite, Clarke stood up. "Do you want to trade or not?"

"Wanheda?"

"Azgeda wishes to trade. We offer furs. Do you want them?"

"No."

"Your loss." Clarke turned for the door.

"This is not how one negotiates," he sputtered at her back.

"This is how I negotiate. I made an offer. You rejected it. I'm finished." She slammed the door and walked briskly for the staircase, her guards on her heels. She had an hour to calm down before the next meeting and went to her rooms.

She looked around for Murphy, but he wasn't there. She went to check on Raven.

"Clarke, I need to show you something."

"Where's Murphy?"

"He went to get me a sandwich. Look at this." Raven pointed at the jar. "Quaere superna."

"So there's probably a bit of every one left inside all of you."

"Probably."

"Do you notice anything other than that when you say the words?"

Raven frowned, thinking. "A tickle."

"Who can we experiment with?"

"Jaha," Raven answered, as if it were obvious. "Nifty failsafe," she added to herself.

"Say it again," Clarke demanded.

"Quaere superna."

The filaments expanded. "Did you feel it?"

"Yeah."

"Quaere superna," Clarke said.

Raven nodded.

"Can you make the other chips, like the one in Ontari?"

"Yeah. I need things that aren't here, but yeah."

"And copy what's on them?"

"Yeah."

"Do they have a code phrase?"

"Probably."

"There was a bunch of Latin in there," Clarke observed. "What's that," she asked, pointing at the jar, "mean?"

"Uh, something like, reach for the stars."

Seek higher things.

"Hey, Clarke."

"Hey, Murphy. Did Raven show you her magic trick?"

"Yeah. I like abracadabra better. What she said, it's a corporate motto, to go with the logo on the chips." He handed Raven a plate with an overstuffed sandwich.

"How do you know this?"

"It's on the escape pod."

Clarke closed her eyes, visualizing the pod. The words were nearly obliterated by scorch marks and scrapes, but she remembered seeing them in italic script over the door.

"We need to check something out. Get the case."

"OK," he answered slowly, but went to do her bidding.

"Anything in there translate into we are one?"

"Maybe. I didn't study languages."

"Marcus might know. Or Mom. There's a lot of Latin in medicine. Murphy and I are going to see if it works on Jaha. If it does, I'll turn off the rest of them tonight."

"Let me know," Raven said to Clarke's back. She shrugged and picked up her sandwich.