Claimed by Solan

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

The building they’ve given us isn’t human-made, that much is obvious. The walls have a seamless, almost-organic quality to them, curving in places where sharp angles should have been. The ceiling arches slightly, faintly glowing veins running through the material like bioluminescent threads that cast a warm golden hue over the rooms. There are two small sleeping quarters and a main living space where Calythra has unrolled a mat, clearly intending to sleep there.

The structure is nestled among other similar ones only a short distance from the bowling alley the rebel leader’s claimed as headquarters. Solan and I agreed—tentatively—to support the cause, or at least to take the refuge they’ve offered for the time being. Varek’s made it clear there will be terms, but tomorrow, we’ll talk shit out and figure out what exactly those are going to be.