lot of respect. That was surprising, seeing as she wasn’t anyone in
particular, but then she had to remind herself that she wasn’t just another
person to them. She was meant to be their savior.
“I was right after all,” she murmured, changing slides on
her microscope. For the past couple hours, she’d been studying very intently
the inner workings of the cells in order to figure out how to draw out their
full potential. The base of the first round of serum was boiling in a test
tube; much to her delight, she’d discovered that they had the chemicals
necessary and in a very large quantity. All that remained for her to do, once
everything else was just right, was add in a few tweaks to the formula that
would send the plant growth spiraling. In order for her to do that, she had to
know more about the structure.
But, now that she’d broken her concentration, she sat back
and let her thoughts wander a little while adjusting the new slide’s position.
She was important, too. Right now, she was more important than she’d ever been
back on earth. The last thing she needed was to be distracted by all this when
she was trying to make such a big change for people so resistant to changes.
And that was an interesting contradiction right there.
Against her will, her mind wandered away even further. The Icari were so
accepting of small changes and differences amongst their people, but so
stubborn and resistant to something like an addition to daily schedules. She
supposed that made them like most other living organisms, really.
Someone knocked at her lab door. Annoyed at being interrupted
in the middle of the day, she took her time with answering. Eventually though,
when the knock came again, she called out, “What is it?”
The door burst open and the girl in charge of the bakery
practically fell inside, panting and breathless.
“Tullia!” Saffron exclaimed, and ran to catch her.
The young woman was already up on her feet though, and
Saffron realized that she wasn’t terrified. Far from it, she was shaking with
excitement and gesturing wildly. Her wings twisted and fluttered with every motion
of her arms, rising high over her head. “You have to come quickly!” she blurted
out.
“What is it?”
“Eban sent someone to find me, so I could find you. We have
found a planet! The gravity appears to be acceptable, from our initial tests.
We need you present when we send a receptacle down to collect samples. Please
come?”
There was no way she was ever going to say no, so she
hurriedly followed Tullia out down the hall and into the body of the ship. Once
they were there, the girl set off into flight but she was admirably not
distracted by any of the perches or obstacles. Even so, Saffron didn’t have any
problem tracking her. Even if she had, she knew how to find her way to most of
the calandmarks of the ship by now. She didn’t say that out loud though,
because that would be rude.
Eban was waiting for her, poised on his ladder up in the
command room. As she went inside, he slid down a few feet to the bottom to
greet her. “Hello, Saffron.”
There was no amount of familiarity in his voice, which hurt,
but was to be expected. It wouldn’t stop her from giving him the same treatment
right back, though. “Hello, Eban.”
He blinked slowly, expression unreadable. “That will be all,
Tullia.” When they were alone again, he turned to her and said, “Navigation
has picked up a planet out here in this system that might be habitable. Those
are only preliminary readings based on how our signals react when sent near it.
We would need to get closer to even be able to tell if the air breathable and
the ground workable. The first part can be handled by my own people. The second
part, is where we need your help.”
“I was told something about a sample receptacle?” she asked,
churning her legs through t try and keep up with him as he briskly led her
through a