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Iussa: *surprised* Why am I alone in here?

Authoress: *smiles* Because everybot else might just offline me after this.

Iussa: *nervous* What did you do?

Authoress: Well, every good story needs conflict.

Iussa: *glances ahead* Oh no.

Chapter 11: A Solar of Innovention

Lord Dawnbreaker's 1st P.O.V.

It was a relief. The Fair had so far gone on without any problems. Usually, I wouldn't be worried about that sort of issue. Our Fairs had always been a drawing event of the Alliance, and we had very few problems come from them. And those problems usually came from bots who were a little too rowdy after their high grade.

But I had more on the line this stellar, so I was even more worried.

The situation with Pandimala was weighing on my processor. And it was evident that the femme seemed to attract trouble to her. Not only did we have her shot down due to an error, but she also had to deal with an attempted attack on my daughter, being in the middle of a coup with the labac, had some altercation with Iussa that nobot would talk about, and had been forced into a snap by a prince from a different planet that we were allied with.

And for the latest transgression against her, all she asked was to sit in on the exhibition by Wern. For being a Decepticon, her goals weren't as apparent as most Decepticon goals were. Other times, it was clear what they would want. And what she should have wanted was retribution…even if I wouldn't have been able to give it. While I felt I had a good relationship with Lord Dometti, I could see the problem our two planets would face when our heirs took their lordships. I was trying to break through to Firebrand about how he was acting, but so far, any effort I made was useless.

This situation with Pandimala was only serving to drive us further apart. I heard what he was saying, despite anything he might think. He felt like I was going over him to appease Pandimala. And, from his view, I could see how he might feel that. But that wasn't the case. The political standing of the galaxies was on a tight edge right now, and one wrong move could set it off.

Honestly, I had a feeling that was partly why the femme was keeping her demands low. At this point, I was sure that the research she was doing that we had a record of told her just how dangerous the political field was at the click. Any one of the incidents that she was involved in could be grounds to cry injustice and bring the galaxies apart. In her way, Pandimala seemed to be trying to minimize damage without losing face.

Pausing to look at a display from one of our citizens, I thought about that. While Pandimala knew about the political turmoil we were facing now that she did research, she couldn't have known much when we first shot her down. The Decepticons didn't have any activity on Galactic Alliance worlds, well, any significant activity, and I had requested a list of all Decepticon and Autobot outposts that did exist on those planets. When the rosters came in, there was no sign of the femme's designation. Plus, her research after the fact told us that she had little experience, if any, with the Galactic Alliance.

When I met with my subsidiary planet leaders, Lord Oryax thought that perhaps the femme had come from one of the further outposts and just miscalculated her trajectory to Pyrovar. While that made sense, other ways she acted took away from that. Most importantly, it was her soliform and how she acted with it. Emperor Thav was adamant that the femme took to her soliform as if it were a second protoform. She knew how to act with it in even the most alert situations. To have that familiarity with an organic species, our kind had to be among them for quite some time. Even with how long I had been in contact with the labac, I couldn't pass off as one of them as well as Pandimala did with her human soliform.

And that was another point. Humanity was a species that existed on very few planets that hosted interstellar travel or even hosted other species knowingly. And of those planets, none had Decepticons or Autobots on them for the length of time it would have taken for the femme to adapt to their nature as well as she had. So, she had to have come from a planet that hosted humans as its primary species. As far as interstellar records showed, that left few planets. And even with the one world that held humans as the majority species, Earth, there was no way the femme could have been stationed there. Not only did every Decepticon from that deployment arrive at Pyrovar first, but they were not on the planet long enough for the femme to have such a familiarity with the species.

And, if Grinchain was to be believed, the conflict on the faraway organic planet did not leave time for interaction with the locals. So, Pandimala had to have been stationed elsewhere.

"You look grim, my friend," I glanced to my right to see Lord Oryax standing there, a rust stick held out to me as he kept one for himself. I started to nibble on the offered treat as he continued. "This is the Advancement Fair! We are supposed to be able to relax." He then studied me some more before I heard him release a vent. "But you're worried about the situation with Pandimala, aren't you?"

"Am I that easy to read?" It wasn't like I was hiding it, but for him to realize what I was upset about so quickly meant that others around me might have similar sight, and I was not surrounded by allies.

Thankfully, the mech shook his helm. "No, but I have known you long enough, my friend, to realize what might bother you. And trust me, I understand where you may be coming from. While my meeting with the femme turned out much better than I thought it would have, there were many questions that it left me with. And the way she acts is not how Decepticons are known to act. She is logical, and while her loyalty to the Decepticons is extreme, as shown by her snap training, she understands how others may feel. The empathy she shows is staggering for a mechano-based species in general. We are not always so attuned to our surroundings."

I let out a vent as I contemplated his words. He was right, of course. Pandimala was a conundrum that seemed to disorient all who met her. I had heard reports about her meetings with some of the other planetary leaders currently on Vestium Major. Mostly, they seemed to share our confusion regarding the femme. The only exception I found was the report about her meeting with King Poiman of Antiga Prime. The two of them had a rough beginning to their meeting, which included enough yelling to worry the guards outside the embassy. However, after the initial clicks of the meeting, the two were laughing and joking to the point where his guards checked them for a biological attack that induced laughter. However, that investigation turned out that they simply enjoyed speaking on a theoretical, though I didn't understand the hilarity of the subject.

How was plotting their own ends funny?

"And in that same thought," I picked up on where he started to speak, "She naturally interacts with the organic species, and they take naturally to her. I've been dreading getting reports of her unusual actions from them, yet I have not received a single misconduct report. That is despite the various cultures that those different embassies host."

Lord Oryax nodded at that. "A puzzle we will have to discover another solar. The representatives from Wern will want to start their meeting with you before their presentation. And, given the time you gave Pandimala to arrive for the exhibition, we should be going to that meeting soon. It may not be a good idea for her to meet them by interrupting your meeting. The representatives of Wern may not take that well. And given the situation we are currently in with them, that would not be wise."

He was right. "Let's head back then," I agreed before we returned to the palace.

However, as I walked, I thought about this exhibition. It was limited viewing to only myself and Seabreeze, Pandimala and Grinchain since he was her guide this solar, Lord Oryax and Ambassador Credax, Emperor Thav and Caigal, and the presenters from Wern. With such a small showing, I wanted to reduce the chance of anything going wrong. Given Pandimala's proclivity to trouble since her arrival on my planet, I was trying to take whatever preventive measures I needed to. And the guests for this presentation were set to ensure she wouldn't be antagonized into trouble. Our relationship with Wern was questionable at best right now, and I did not wish for any more trouble to come from this meeting.

Physis' 1st P.O.V.

While I understood Lord Dawnbreaker's reasoning for keeping me away from the exhibition with Wern, I thought he was making a mistake. While I understood that it may look like we were expecting trouble with Wern should Vestium Major's top medic be there, I felt there would be trouble. However, I doubted that trouble was going to come from Wern.

No, that honor was reserved for Pandimala.

Even though her healing process was moving incredibly well, much better than my best hopes had been, she seemed to find herself in more trouble every solar she was here. And that trouble seemed to vary in intensity. I couldn't imagine what her next issue was going to cause. And there would be a next issue. The femme was almost predictable in that.

And that predictability was not helped in that I knew she was keeping some of her medical history from me. I could see it when I would talk to her about how fast she was healing. Then there were the other issues. Pandimala was always nervous when speaking about her last deployment, yet there was no mention of said deployment in the information she gave me. From what I knew of the Cybertronian Civil War, few locations would cause the femme to have such reservations.

Those few locations were taken out, given the other worries that Lord Dawnbreaker, Lord Oryax, and Emperor Thav had brought up.

That meant that, for some reason, the femme felt like she couldn't tell us where she was. Perhaps it was an issue of trust? Given the situation that landed her here, I was surprised that the femme was as open with us as she was. If I was in her plating, I wouldn't have given them anything after being shot down. The fact that she gave me what she did on that initial medical report was amazing in itself.

Wait, that first report…perhaps there was something there that I had missed.

"Zipple, bring me the file on Pandimala," I sent my assistant a message as I cleared off two of the med berths to sit on. It took a few clicks, but soon, I had them cleared off so Zipple and I could review the file. If there was something I could find out in here, we would find it together. Since the mech had also interviewed Pandimala, he might have forgotten to place something that might explain more.

"I've got the file," I glanced up and saw Zipple walk in with the data pad in question.

Holding up a blank data pad, I held it out, and Zipple, having worked with me for a thousand stellars at this point, knew what I wanted him to do. Once the file was copied, he took a seat across from me. "I want us to go over everything we can in here. We are missing something in this file, and I want to figure out what it is. I know we were on the wire during this, given Pandimala's situation, but we overlooked a lot of information that we normally take from bots."

"Like what?" Zipple asked as he started to browse through the data.

As I studied the form Zipple had to fill out at the beginning of Pandimala's initial exam, I answered him. "Like where he last deployment was. We normally ask that to ensure any infectious diseases the bot in question may have come in contact with don't spread to us. Also, if they run into a rarer form of energon, we ensure it doesn't negatively affect them. Without knowing where Pandimala was, we don't know what she might have affecting her. We've been operating blind when we work on her. When she comes in for her next exam, I want to correct that."

"So, we are going through all of this to make sure we have everything recorded that we missed so we can get it from her later." Zipple filled in.

As we looked for any gaps in the file, I realized that there was more that Zipple could help me with. "Zipple, I was out of the room when you took her initial information. Do you remember anything odd that happened during that?"

The room was quiet for a few nanos as the mech seemed to think about that. At first, it looked like the mech had hit a block. However, after a few clicks, an enlightened look came onto his faceplate as he nodded. "Knowing what we know about Pandimala now, there were some strange things that don't feel right now that I look back."

Really? I had just been asking the mech to think about anything we missed. However, if something about the femme seemed off to him during that, it might explain more about her. "Go on, what did you notice?"

Zipple motioned to the datapad as he answered me, "Well, it was how she answered a couple of the questions. When I asked her age, she said that she was twenty."

"Twenty thousand? You put that in your report." I was confused about what was strange about that. We knew Panidmala was a younger bot than she acted, but I didn't see any problems with how she answered that.

To my surprise, Zipple shook his helm. "No. Not twenty thousand. Just twenty. I thought she was saying her age in short form like many bots my age do." That was right. Zipple was thirty thousand, and many bots around that age gave the short answer, as annoying as it was to medical examiners when we asked them their age for formal settings.

Now, though, I saw what Zipple was saying. "Pandimala is a straightforward and precise femme with her answers. She wouldn't have just said the short form of her age. She would have given her full age." In the back of my processor, I was starting to see a picture of why the femme would have answered that way. But that couldn't be. There hadn't been a case like that since the time of the original Thirteen Primes, Primus' first creations. For it to have happened now seemed impossible. Perhaps Zipple's other observation would ease this idea in my processor. "What else did you notice, Zipple?"

He shook his helm at the question. "It was the strangest thing. But the only other question she answered weirdly was what race she was?" That worry started coming to the forefront of my helm as Zipple continued talking. "She hesitated when I asked her that. It was like she wasn't sure how she was supposed to answer that. I mean, she's obviously a Cybertronian, given everything we know about her. But she had to think about it. It was weird. Like she hasn't always been a Cybertronian."

Oh. Slag.

If my thoughts were correct, then there was a very good reason that Pandimala hesitated on the question of her race. And, as I thought about the other mysteries surrounding the femme, everything was falling into place. Glancing at my internal clock, I cursed as I saw that the exhibition being presented by Wern's representatives was already starting. "Slag it!" I got out before jumping off the berth and running out the door.

I barely heard Zipple's yells of confusion in the background as I raced to the room they were supposed to be in. Slag it! She kept that from us, and being in that presentation could be dangerous for both her and the representatives. Curse all of this! And, of course, the fragging presentation was on the opposite side of the fragging palace. Whichever bot decided that needed to be taken down a few levels. Scrap it all!

There was only one solution that allowed all of the facts. That allowed every strange aspect of Pandimala that had been noticed to be true. And while I felt angry that she hadn't told us this, I also understood why she didn't. Given everything that happened to her, she had no reason to trust us. That was especially with what I suspected to be the truth behind her. To be in such a vulnerable position and then thrust into the universal field would have been disorienting at least…and at most, it was existence-changing.

A ping from my private message system caused me to jolt to a halt as I saw who it was from. Grinchian. Oh, slag. I was already too late. With trepidation, I opened the private message and felt my optics widen in shock at what I read. Given what we just learned about Panidmala, I had expected many situations, but this was not one of them. Once I registered the words in his message, I sent a message back with my eta before I resumed my race to the presentation room.

Grinchain's message said that Pandimala was the center of a Code Nightingale.

Fifteen Clicks Earlier

Grinchain's 1st P.O.V.

I wasn't sure why, but I was feeling anxious. Sire had sent me a message to bring Pandimala to the exhibition room, where we were heading. However, something didn't feel right. I wasn't sure if it was instinct or some other power was at play, but I knew it was telling me we were heading for trouble.

"You're nervous," I glanced up at Pandimala and noticed her glancing down at me. "You're fiddling with your digits, and you tend to do that when you are nervous."

I glanced at my servos and, sure as slag, my digits were subconsciously moving against each other. So, I let out a vent. "I'm nervous about how this exhibition is going to go. Wern and Vestium Major aren't exactly on the best of terms, and with how limited the viewing of this new invention is, I'm worried that there may be more at servo. It's no secret that Wern and New Quintessa are close, and New Quintessa is one of the more aggressive member planets. None of my ancestors have gotten on with the squids, and to have such a close ally of theirs alone with sire and carrier makes me worry."

"Don't forget you are going to be there with me," Great, like that made me feel better.

"So if something happens, Firebrand takes over and makes everything else twenty times worse," I huffed in response.

To my surprise, she looked thoughtful at that. "Possibly, and it may be worse with me there. While your sire might have been able to speak to Lord Megatron and pay reparations for my offlining, your brother, as of now, has shown he is not as capable. And the Decepticons take care of our own. My offlining in such a way will cause the Decepticons to look to your enemies and Wern's enemies for allies. While I imagine that list is quite small right now, imagine what it would be like in three stellars if your brother took over. Four stellars even."

My spark felt like it was racing as she pointed out what might happen in the worst-case scenario of this exhibition. Holy slag, if Firebrand took over now, Vestium Major was fragging screwed. He had no berthside manner, which would turn our current and potential allies away from us. Add in the negotiating abilities that the Decepticons had shown as of late, and that was a recipe for them to rise even higher than Vestium Major currently was. "Maybe we shouldn't go. Worst-case scenario, you can lead a rebellion to help overthrow my brother and give Vestium Major to the Decepticons."

A laugh coming from Pandimala caused me to stare up at her in confusion. Why the frag was she laughing? I was fragging serious! "While I appreciate the openness to your plan, I doubt we will have to use it. From what I understand, there are only three bots representing Wern, while there will be eight of us not with them who are observing the presentation. I think I can hold off at least one of them; what do you think?"

Her saying that caused me to realize how crazy my thoughts had gone with that. I felt a blush on my faceplate as we kept walking. "Sorry about that. Guess I got carried away."

She laughed and nudged my shoulder, which caused me to laugh, before she said, "No, it is just our worst-case scenario. I am glad you would let me lead the rebellion against your brother to give Vestium Major to Lord Megatron, should all else fail." She then shook her helm. "Of course, thinking about the worst-case scenario is not bad. If I had, maybe things would have been different…"

It was strange how quickly the atmosphere around us changed. One nanoclick, we were laughing and having fun, and the next, we were in this awkward silence. Well, awkward for me anyway. Glancing at Pandimala, I saw that she seemed lost in the past. Just what happened where she was during her last deployment? This wasn't the first time she had drifted off like this, and I decided to take a leap of faith. "Pandimala, what would have been different?"

Her optics glanced toward me, and in that nano, I felt pain that no bot should have to go through when I looked at them. Whatever happened hurt her…and it hurt her more than I had ever seen a bot hurt. Before I could apologize for asking, Pandimala shook her helm. "Not now. We need to focus on the exhibition without any distractions." She then let out a vent before she glanced back at me again. I felt like she was searching my spark for an answer she didn't have. "If…if everything goes well with this exhibition, we can go somewhere private, and I'll tell you a little about it. Deal?"

A deal. What a Decepticon thing for her to do. I was a friend wanting to talk to her about her feelings, and she was making a deal out of it? I laughed at how Pandimala that was before I shook her servo. "Deal. Now, let's get in there. Sire is probably getting nervous that we are late."

She laughed and nodded at that, though she didn't say anything, as we walked inside the palace and headed to the room. As we walked, though, my processor finally caught up to me. If everything went well, I would learn about where Pandimala was before here. She had been evasive at best when talking about what she went through before here. Some vague stories, but nothing concrete. Nothing that would tell me more about where she was.

It was weird. Now that I thought about it, I had never heard of a Decepticon who didn't tell their stories as if the universe needed to listen to them. While they never told me them once they figured out who I was, I always heard tales and read reports about them doing just that on random outposts they would visit or when they were in crowded bars and bragging about who had done more for the Decepticons. From what I read, it was almost a mark of pride for Decepticons.

But Pandimala…she didn't say a word.

I was forced from that thought as we arrived and Pandimala opened the doors to the exhibition room. As we walked in, I took notice of the covered machine in the center of the room. It looked smaller than I expected. It probably only took two of them to carry whatever that was in here. While it looked small, however, it also looked unbalanced. This was supposed to be something that would affect fliers. If it wasn't something to help with our flight capabilities or other aspects of our flying abilities, what could the frag be under there?

"Grinchain, Pandimala; thank you for joining us," Sire said, drawing all optics to the two of us.

Pandimala gave her helm-nod toward sire before she responded. "Greetings, Lord Dawnbreaker, fellow guests, and scientists of Wern," Pandimala said with a smile. But this one was smaller than the others she had. It felt almost automatic. "My thanks for allowing me to witness this breakthrough, and I apologize for the late arrival. I underestimated the crowds for the Fair."

Wait, she was taking the blame for us being late? We were both at fault for this. But, from the quick look she sent me, I realized she was doing this to help ease tensions. It would look better to the representatives of Wern if she, the Decepticon with no political gain from this, was the reason we were late instead of the youngest prince of Vestium Major. I'd have to thank her later.

The shortest among them, a gray and red bot about six meters tall, nodded toward her. "Quite understandable."

"I believe introductions are in order," Sire said as he motioned to himself. "I am Lord Dawnbreaker, ruler of Vestium Major. Besides me is my bondmate, Seabreaker," Carrier gave the polite nod he usually gave toward visitors. "Lord Oryax of Ethos and his ambassador to Vestium Major, Ambassador Credax,"

The towering leader gave a nod toward the scientists. "It is a pleasure," It didn't go by me that they looked nervous at Lord Oryax's introduction. Given the situation that we were in right now, that was understandable.

"Emperor Thav Partax of Eternia and his daughter, Caigal Partax." It was weird hearing his formal introduction. Emperor Thav hated formal introductions that used his last name, the concept of a familial name being common among organics, and the fact that sire used it told me he was worried about this meeting.

"My thanks for allowing my daughter and I to observe the proceedings," Emperor Thav spoke up.

The representatives gave a helm-bow toward Emperor Thav before sire motioned to Pandimala and me. "And my third youngest creation, Prince Grinchain, escorting the Decepticon Pandimala."

Thankfully, Pandimala took over the response part of this introduction. "My thanks for allowing my last click inclusion in these proceedings. Given the number of flying class Decepticons currently in Lord Megatron's ranks, I believe he will be most interested in your new invention."

The representatives seemed taken aback by Pandimala, though I couldn't be entirely sure for what reason before sire motioned to them. "And to my guests, I wish to introduce the representatives of The Society of Innovative Discovery of Wern. Lead scientist, Bastiev," The short grey and red bot gave a slight helm bow at the mention of what I assumed was his designation. "Lead Inventor, Bistrak," A red and black mech not much taller than Bastiev, gave the same sort of response at his designation, "And their guard, Sibathen, who I also believe is a top security enforcer back on Wern."

"That is correct, Lord Dawnbreaker," Sibathen responded to sire.

Bastiev then took over from him. "Thank you for the introductions, Lord Dawnbreaker. Now, as for our invention. We have been striving for one hundred stellar cycles to complete this project. One of the unique aspects of children of Primus with flying alt modes is the sensations that we gather experience with from our wings. Our wings guide many of us in how we move forward in our regular solar existences. We wished to make it possible to relive one of the most memorable clicks in any flyer's existence."

I felt my wings twitch as they picked up something strange. It was almost like panic. "Grin, I don't think I should be here."

Glancing at Pandimala from the corner of my optic, I noticed that she looked nervous and, something I had never seen from her before, afraid. Was this panic I was picking up coming from her? That didn't seem right. "We'll have to wait until the presentation starts," I told her. It would be insulting if a guest of sire's left before the presentation started. That was especially true since he took time to introduce her to the representatives of Wern.

The guard and the inventor took the cover off the device, and I stared in wonder at the different antennae branching from it. That must send out signals. But for what? "That one click that allowed each of us to experience this new world of feelings and reactions. A sense of the world around us being opened for the first time."

"Grin, this might not," Pandimala started.

While she sounded concerned, and the worry she was giving off was causing my wings to twitch, I knew with the situation between Wern and us; we needed to stay until the exhibition started. "Please, Pandimala, just until they start. It would look bad on sire if you, as his guest, and me as his creation, left before they even started."

While Pandimala looked torn, she finally nodded toward me. "I'll try," I had never heard Pandimala sound so unsure of something. But, if she was going to try, then I felt like I could focus back on the presenters. That could look poorly on sire if I looked like I wasn't paying attention. I needed to make sire proud, and I would. I knew how to behave during one of these. I would ask Pandimala what was bothering her after the presentation was over.

"What we have invented is a way for bots to relive the first time our wings sensed the world around us," The inventor started to press buttons on the machine, which began to cause said machine to hum to life as Bastiev continued to speak. "Our invention will allow bots to relive that first time their wings popped. Observe."

As soon as he spoke, the inventor flipped the switch.

Instantly, I felt like I was in paradise. The first time my wings popped, sire and carrier had sat with me, along with Physis, to ensure my sensors didn't overload my systems. I had sensed love, peace, and joy in such detail. I had never felt emotions like I did that solar. And now I felt that sensation flowing through my systems. I felt as if those same feelings were coursing through me. I wasn't in an exhibition hosted by a member planet that we were at odds with. I was in my room, surrounded by bots who cared about me. Sensing my siblings in neighboring rooms. It was bliss that I never wanted to,

Anger.

I came back to myself as I felt burning anger in the air. What...what was that? I hadn't felt that during my first wing pop.

Fear.

My spark was racing as I looked at the representatives. They looked just as jolted as I felt with this sudden change in the atmosphere around us.

Rage.

My wings twitched uncontrollably as I glanced toward sire and carrier. They looked shocked, but they were looking toward me. Or, more specifically, they were looking next to me. But why were they looking at…

Pandimala!

Fury.

Malice.

Hatred.

I immediately turned to Pandimala and felt my optics dilate in shock at what I saw. The confident and fearless femme I had gotten to know was sitting on the ground, a far-off look in her optics that seemed lost. These emotions were coming from her. But why was she feeling like this?

Pain.

My wings twitched violently as I picked up that feeling from Pandimala. This could only mean…she didn't have the same memories of her wings popping as I did. She didn't have bots who cared about her, helping her with the emotions around her. And she wasn't somewhere she had been safe. And, from what I could see, she was in processor shock.

Once I realized that, I also realized what we were dealing with, and I needed to make sure Physis was aware of what was going on. He would get word to Sandstorm and Scorchflint if sire hadn't already. So, as calmly as possible, I sent a message to the mech. "Physis, this is Grinchain. Vorassus Palace is to be placed on lockdown immediately. Pandimala is in a Code Nightingale."

Iussa: *stares in disbelief* Yeah, they are going to offline you if they get their servos and hands on you.

Authoress: *nods* Exactly. You know how fates can be perilous at times. So, you know that I have to tell the story as it happens, regardless of whether it is happy or not.

Iussa: Fair. Though I will not be defending you should they find you in here.

Authoress: *frowns* Thanks.

AN: And here is the next chapter! And oh boy, is it a doozy. While it felt like everything was going to go alright, it seems that Pandimala's past trauma has come back to haunt her. I've been kind of excited to get to this point, to be honest. Things have been going a little too well for Pandimala on Vestium Major, and trouble was bound to arise given how secretive she has been about her past. Unlike the Autobots, the beings in the room with Pandimala don't have as much information about Pandimala to go on. Hopefully, they can find the clues Pandimala has unintentionally left with them to figure things out.

But you'll find that out next time. *glances at typed work* Which will actually be soon. I have the next chapter finished already! So, expect that sometime today. I may have to go and eat soon, but if I don't, you'll see the chapter very soon.

Here are the next chapter titles!

Chapter 12: Code Nightingale

Chapter 13: Digging Deeper

Chapter 14: ...(hopefully, you'll find out very soon).

And that's all folks! I hope you are enjoying this installment of the 'Of One' series so far. Just as a heads up to anyone who has read this far, this chapter takes us over the halfway mark of the Vestium Major arc of this story. Once this situation is past us, there are still a couple of key events that need to take place, including the full conversion of a certain heir that we haven't been seeing much of (for a specific reason), the Wern incident, and the mysterious force working in the shadows to destabilize the Galactic Alliance. Until next time, which will hopefully be very soon, TTYL! *jamming to sea shanties*