“Here.” She handed me the container. It was as light as a helium balloon and slightly pliable.
“I thought you said he’d be here,” I said.
She kneeled and looked me straight in the eyes. A sanitary mask covered half of her face, but she was still young, with not a strand of gray in her hair. “He’s in there now, Kale. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but he’s gone.”
“Does that mean... he’s dead?”
She nodded solemnly. “Yes. He’s going to be a part of Titan now, and it’s your job to get him there.” She opened the lid of the tube and gestured to the vessel in my hands.
I rotated the sphere, watching ashes tumble. My eyes were pressed up against it, wondering how they were any different from the dust that gathered daily in the hollows of the Lowers.
“So I won’t see him anymore?” I asked.
“No, Kale, not anymore. But he’ll always be looking after you. I know he wished...” She paused, having to gather her breath and wipe her eyes before she could continue. “I know he wished he could’ve seen you one last time, but he...he couldn’t.”
“But he said he would be there for my birthday!” I protested. “He promised!”
“Well, he won’t!” she snapped.
I doubt it was her intention to make me cry, but I did anyway. She wrapped her arms around my head and drew me close, kissing me on the forehead until it was raw.
“He’s gone, sweetheart, okay?” she whispered. Her lips were trembling. “I know it’s hard, but we just have to say goodbye.”
“I don’t want to,” I sniveled.
“Some things are out of our hands.” She took the sphere from me and raised it toward the ceiling. Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We surrender this soul unto the winds of Titan. May he forever watch over those chosen by Trass.”
She lowered the sphere into the tube. It slid in perfectly without falling all the way through. “From ice to ashes,” she said. Then she struck a command on a nearby control panel, and the sphere was sucked through the dense Darien enclosure toward a tiny pinpoint of light. I didn’t know how the process worked at the time, but it would emerge into the sky and rise through the thick atmosphere of Titan. Once it reached a high enough altitude, the change in pressure would cause it to pop like a balloon, sprinkling the ashes into the clouds.
My mom stepped back, her hands still trembling out in front of her as if she’d just accomplished some incredible feat. Her thousand-meter stare was aimed at the tube.
“Where did it go?” I asked.
“Into the sky,” she said. She leaned over and clasped her hands over mine. “Your father loved you, Kale. He may not have known how to show it well, but he did. He wanted you to promise something after he was gone. It’s very important.”
I nodded hesitantly.
“Remember him always, but never be like him,” she said. “Ever. Do you understand?”
I searched the room, unsure of what to say. My father and I weren’t very close, though that was only because I didn’t see him much before he was gone. My mom said it was because he worked late into the nights thieving and conning—doing whatever it took to scrape by in the Lowers. On the rare occasions he’d visit us in our hollow, I’d get so excited that I couldn’t turn off my smile.
My mother always sat in the corner, observing quietly as he performed magic tricks with ration bars for me or as we watched the newsfeeds on our tiny view-screen. After a few hours, he’d be gone, and then it’d be weeks, sometimes months before I saw him again... until the day she told me he was shot while trying to rob a wealthy Earther.
“Okay, Kale?” my mother repeated, grabbing me by the jaw to regain my attention.
“O...okay,” I stuttered.
“Good. You’re being so strong, Kale.” She smiled through her tears and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Now, my boss let me have some lettuce from the gardens to take home tonight. How does that sound? I think we could both use it.”
My eyes lit up. “Real lettuce?”
“Yup. The real thing.”
I bobbed my head enthusiastically, and she gave me one last kiss before we started off. I can’t recall whether either of us looked back toward the tube my dad’s remnants were slurped through, but when we reached the exit, a woman stood in our way. Rin, minus the burns.
She was strange to me even as a child. The skin on her youthful face was smooth and unmarred, but her eyes brimmed with ire.
“This isn’t right, Kat!” Rin said, taking no effort to mask her resentment. “Kale is his son too.”
“I didn’t make this decision alone,” my mom answered.
“Like Alann would’ve said no to you?”
My mom grabbed Rin by the collar. “I won’t risk him being discovered,” she whispered sternly.
“You’ll toss him aside just like that, then? You learned well from that Earther master of yours, didn’t you?”
My mom slapped Rin across the face so hard that the skin on her pale cheek went red on the side where one day it would no longer exist. Rin didn’t back away.
“I’ll always love your brother, but I have to do what’s best for our boy,” my mom said. “It’s no life for him.”
“And what about what he wants?”
“The decision’s been made, so honor it and stay away from my son!” She grabbed my hand and pulled. “Let’s go, Kale.”
“You’re a coward, Kat!” Rin hollered. “Always will be!”
My mother ignored her and tugged me even harder, but I stared back at the woman, at Rin, who watched us with revulsion until we’d vanished into the crowds of Darien.
Their exchange meant little to me as a child. I’d barely understood what I was doing in the Hall of Ashes. But now, as I stared at Rin’s disfigured face, I didn’t need her to say it for me to realize what she was.
“You’re…” I began.
“Your aunt,” she finished for me. “Your mother told you your father died trying to rob an Earther when you were four.” She scratched a patch of shiny burn scars on her upper cheek before her piercing gaze shifted to look straight at my face. “She lied. You are more than you know, Kale Drayton.”
FIFTEEN
“My dad’s alive?” I asked, hardly able to believe the words escaping my mouth.
The half of Rin’s lips that weren’t deformed drooped into a frown. “He was... until roughly two months ago on Earth, when he gave his life distracting a collector on M-day so we might have a chance at more than just surviving.”
The momentary high I felt over learning about a fifteen-year-old miracle swiftly faded. My heart sank. “But I saw his ashes go to the sky and… and so did you. You were there.”
“All a lie concocted by him and that mother of yours to keep you safe,” she said. “There’s a lot you don’t know, Kale.”
I hopped to my feet and pointed at her chest. “And I’m supposed to believe you? I watched you murder all those people on the Piccolo.”
The grim, silent Ringer sitting beside us rose to his feet as well. He looked like he might have ripped me apart if Rin didn’t hold her arm out in front of him.
“‘Murder,’” she scoffed. “There isn’t a single Earther out there who wouldn’t put a bullet in your head if it meant them surviving or stuffing their wallet. The truth is that your father was a hero, and he believed in Titan. Like your mom, he didn’t want his life for you, but now he’s gone. I’ll be damned if I let you become another cog on a gas harvester. Working for them. Handing the Ring over to them, one day at a time. Believe me or don’t, but it’s time you knew exactly who you are.”
After spending a few seconds in disbelief, I leaned back in my chair. The grim Ringer did so as well. I had no idea what to say and was grateful when Hayes reappeared behind me, allowing me some time to compose myself. He dropped a ration bar onto my lap.
“Here you go, your highness,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Thank you, Hayes,” Ri
n said. She stood. “You can have the controls back. I’d like to speak with Kale alone.”
Hayes shimmied around us effortlessly to return to the ship’s navigation console, remarkably nimble for someone clad in a bulky suit of powered armor. He stopped in front of Rin and took her by the shoulders. “Go easy on him,” he said, smirking.
Rin let him by without comment, but to me, she said, “Walk with me. Your muscles can use the exercise.” She nodded in the direction of the quiet Ringer. He grunted in response. Given the option of staying with him and Hayes versus going off with a woman I at least had a vague memory of, I chose the latter.
“He doesn’t talk much, does he?” I asked after I caught up with her.
“Gareth?” she said. “No. Our former captain made sure of that when he sliced out his tongue. Used to be impossible to shut him up before that.”
“Oh...” I instinctually rubbed my tongue against the back of my teeth to remind myself it was still there.
“I know all of this is a lot to hear, Kale. It wasn’t fair of them to keep you in the dark.”
I stopped. “‘A lot to hear?’ You want me to believe that my mom was lying for all of these years; that my dad, your brother, was running around Sol for my entire life and never once tried to contact me?”
“Oh, he wanted to. And if Katrina weren’t so damn stubborn, he might’ve.”
“Stop talking about her like that!”
“Sorry… old habits.” She placed her hand on the back of my armor and urged me forward. “He stayed away like he was supposed to, but that doesn’t mean he forgot. Your dad was no paltry thief, Kale. You think you survived getting out of that life because you’re lucky? He was watching, every step of the way. Nobody in the Lowers would dare hurt you with him around.”
“Are you saying he was a fence?”
“You really have no idea?”
“Why don’t you just tell me whatever it is you want to tell me.”
“Soon. First, let me show you that your pretty mother is safe and sound, and then you might start trusting me a little. There’s no point in wasting my breath.”
“That’s a good start.”
She led me back toward the room I’d arrived in. We turned before reaching it into what I assumed had been one of the Sunfire’s rec rooms. There was a couch, its fabric covering almost entirely frayed down to the metal frame, a view-screen, and nothing else but empty space.
“Like I said earlier, there is no way for us to contact anybody on Titan from this deep in Saturn, but Rylah was able to send an update before the plunge. She figured you might not be big on talking until you could see your mother.”
I choked back a moan of frustration. “Who is that now?”
“You found that hand-terminal in her office. My half-sister.”
I recalled the stunning woman in violet back in the Foundry. I should’ve known better than to think she’d left her door wide open by accident, considering what she had hiding inside. What kind of thief was I, being played so obviously?
“Of course she is,” I groused. “Any more lost family members I should know about?”
“No relation to you, actually. She got the looks and the brain, we got the bloodline. Lucky for her. Amazing what she did with the hand-terminal, though, isn’t it? I forgot to ask if you had any trouble getting it through security.”
“None,” I said. “My mom?”
“Right.”
Rin switched on the view-screen and shuffled through a few recordings before selecting one. The time stamp was from a few hours earlier, and I fell to my knees in front of the screen when I saw what was on it. The feed was so rife with static that hearing anything was impossible, but my mother sat upright on a medical table, in a cavern that looked nothing like her Q-Zone room.
“We had her extracted the moment you left Titan,” Rin said. “She’s in the capable hands of our own doctor, receiving treatment.”
I assumed she had to be talking about the woman standing in front of my mom, inspecting her eyes and throat with a flashlight. She faced the other direction, so I was able to see only the curls of her red hair, but she was shorter than your average Ringer.
I slid across the floor on my knees until the screen was an arm’s length away. The recording wasn’t long, only a handful of seconds of my mom undergoing inspections, but there was no question that she looked healthier already. An IV was still plugged into her arm, but her rashes were healing and her eyes bustled with renewed vigor. My fingers ran across the screen.
“She had something called strep,” Rin said. “She’s going to be fine now, thanks to you. We’ll make arrangements for a new identity so that she can avoid any trouble.”
The sight brought a smile to my lips that I was grateful my helmet kept Rin from seeing. “Will I ever be able to see her again?”
“Returning to Titan will be difficult for some time. We have more important issues to deal with.”
“‘More important?’” I whipped around, my cheeks hot with anger. “She’s supposedly your sister-in-law, for Trass’s sake! You should’ve helped her the moment they stuck her in there!”
“I did. Arrangements had to be made. With Alann—your father—gone, I had to make sure you weren’t harmed. And unfortunately, you went right back to that ingrate Dexter Howser. Who knows what he was planning on doing with you. We had to intervene.”
“I can handle myself. You didn’t have to bring me here or make me watch you kill those people!”
“I had no choice!” Rin said, raising her voice for the first time. Her jaw stretched so far I could see an entire row of teeth through her wound. It shut me right up. “Don’t you understand? You’re not just some kid from Darien. You’re not the worthless son of a thief and some Earther’s slave-bitch. You’re the blood of Trass!” She pounded her chest plate. “We didn’t die off after the Great Reunion, Kale. We hid. Your father, you, me—we’re his descendants. The last of his line.”
My mouth froze. I had to sit on the couch, or I would’ve fallen, suit and all. It was the most ridiculous claim I’d ever heard. Rin panted, and before either of us could do anything else, Hayes burst into the room. Gareth leaned against the wall by the door.
“Rin, it’s happening,” Hayes said excitedly.
“Don’t you have a ship to pilot?” Rin bristled.
He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s on auto. I bounced our reception off a luxury cruiser passing above us to capture this off the Ring-wide newsfeeds. Look at this.”
He switched the view-screen over to the feed. It was grainy but clear enough to understand what we were looking at. The ticker at the bottom read URGENT: ATTACK ON THE PICCOLO, and the reporter in front of the camera stood in a hangar on Pervenio Station. Her voice went in and out. Not that I could focus anyway, considering the news about my father. The only thing I heard was that Director Sodervall was going to be addressing the Ring in a matter of hours.
In the background sat the Piccolo, its aft torn asunder. Pervenio security officers surrounded it, and one by one, members of the Ringer crew were escorted off the ship. They weren’t being treated like victims. I saw Yavik, Lester, and Desmond, nose still bleeding, amongst all the others. Sweat poured down their faces. Some of them needed help walking. The one person I didn’t spot was Cora. That fact finally earned my full attention.
The reporter said, “Early reports say that one of the same Ringers responsible for the horrific video being circulated throughout Solnet attempted to accelerate the Piccolo, a gas harvester loaded with flammable gases, into Pervenio Station. While there is no word on who exactly he was, two heroic Pervenio Collectors thwarted the attack and were able to detain the surviving members of the crew.”
“You said they wouldn’t be harmed,” I said.
“Relax, lover boy.” Hayes playfully thrust his hand past my face. “Deception. Joran was going to stop before anything happened. We merely wanted to show them that they aren’t safe, even in their station.”
; “Quiet, Hayes,” Rin ordered.
He leaned in next to the side of my helmet. “They’ll think that all this was our endgame,” he whispered, “and bring that hand-terminal of yours right into their security headquarters to be analyzed, just like we want. It’ll provide us with a brief opening into their systems when they do, thanks to that gorgeous sister of Rin’s.”
“I said quiet!”
Hayes hopped away, snickering. I stared at the view-screen. Someone was being carried out of the ship on a hovering gurney. I slid as far forward on the couch as I could. Lousy feed and all, I confirmed it was Cora. Her head was propped up, and she wore a pained grimace, no doubt due to the brace wrapping her arm, but she was alive. A few more Ringers being treated for minor wounds followed behind her. Then came a body bag.
“Those mud-stomping bastards!” Hayes growled.
“From ice to ashes, Joran,” Rin said solemnly. Gareth stepped over and placed a comforting hand on her arm.
“They’ll pay for this.”
“He knew what he was volunteering for. We can only hope he took some of them out first.”
Gareth nudged Rin so hard I could feel her armored shoulder tap mine. He pointed at the screen, and I followed his finger, finally able to avert my focus from Cora. Strolling out of the Piccolo last was a pair of men in Pervenio armor who were two peculiar-looking officers. One was an Earther with a graying beard and hair, an iron glower, and a pulse-pistol dangling from his hip. The top part of his armor was removed, revealing a faded brown duster. The other was taller and lean, an offworlder in his twenties most likely, with a strange yellow-colored lens apparatus stretching over his right eye.
“Collectors,” Hayes said. “Guess that video made us more popular than we thought.”
“They’ll be taken care of,” Rin grunted. The feed switched over, and the stern face of Director Sodervall appeared onscreen, ready to address the Ring. “Turn this off. It’s time we all rest.”
“But the director—”
“Off.”
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