Evershore(Skyward #3.1)(52)

“Hey, Juno?” I said. “Can you read me one of those meditations again?”

“Of course,” Juno said. “Breathe in, breathe out…”

I did that all day, every day of my life, but this time I tried to really focus on it. I tried to let go of everything I wished I could do, all the ways I could solve our problems if I were only better, stronger, smarter.

Do better than we did, my mother said.

For the moment I tried to let go of whether I could. I listened to the slugs, to their vibrations, to their hums.

“See yourself walking along a beach,” Juno said. “With each breath, the waves wash in, and the waves wash out.”

I tried to hear the ocean, to really be there, be present and let go of the frustration of everything I couldn’t yet do.

In order to achieve control, Juno had said, you must first accept that you have none.

I have none, I told myself. And for the first time, instead of terror and frustration accompanying that thought, I felt relief.

“Feel the wind on your skin,” Juno said. “The heat of the sun as it burns down from above.”

“Above!” Snuggles said.

And then, all at once, the ridges appeared around me. Not nearly so many as I’d felt down beneath the surface. Only half a dozen moving about the platform. Minds, so quiet but no less real. I approached the one in the room nearest me and listened. This mind was working through a complex calculation, trying to figure out which of the wires from the taynix boxes went into which of the many holoprojectors labeled along the wall. Why couldn’t someone have labeled these effectively? they were thinking. Did the labels disintegrate maybe? Surely they had to have—

Rig? I asked.

The thought stuttered to a stop.

Jorgen? Rig said. Are you inside my mind?

Apparently, I said.

Okay, yeah, Rig said. This is deeply terrifying. He paused. Is this what it’s like for you and Alanik all the time?

I laughed and let the link drop. Rig appeared in the doorway. “Jorgen,” he said. “What the scud did you do?”

“I think I did something really advanced,” I said. “Something Juno didn’t think I should try.”

“Hmph,” Juno said. “I never said you shouldn’t do it. I only said I thought there were better exercises to try first.”

This one, though, seemed like it could be an asset at the moment.

I radioed Command. “How are those flights coming?”

“They’re in the air,” the Command staffer replied. “Working on the lightlance connections before they give the go-ahead to hyperjump.”

“Excellent.”

I closed my eyes again, trying to see if I could still find the ridges. They were faint but they were there, easier to recall now that I’d brought them up once.

Help! A faint whisper, calling to me through the nowhere. Help us, the voices said again. We want to help.

I sighed. I had no idea where those voices were coming from, much less if I should respond—

Listen, boy, another voice said.

Scud. That was—Gran-Gran?

She didn’t answer, but an image formed in my mind, clear as anything.

A picture of the portal in the library, the strange wall with the lines, the gateway into the nowhere.

Gran-Gran, I said. What happened when you appeared near the portal? Where are you?

She didn’t—or couldn’t—answer.

“Jerkface,” Steadman from Command said over my radio. “The flights are ready for hyperjump.”

“Good,” I said. Rig, how much longer do you think it will take you to figure out if we can move the platforms?

We’re going to need time, Rig said. I can’t tell you how much, but I can keep you posted.

And he could do it without a hypercomm now.

Okay, I said. I’ll check in.

I put a hand on Juno’s platform, and instructed Snuggles to take us to the beach on Evershore near the wreckage of my starfighter. We passed beneath the eyes, and then the sand of Evershore formed beneath my feet, the roaring of the ocean loud in my ears.

I reached toward Platform Prime, finding the taynix belonging to those flights. Corgi was among them, I thought, though I couldn’t remember the rest of their names. FM would know. She knew them all.

I gave the taynix a clear image of Snuggles. And a moment later three flights of ships—light-lanced together in three distinct groups—appeared over the sand, some of them extending out over the waves.

“Amphi,” I said over my radio, “I brought backup.”

“Platforms?”

“Not yet,” I said. “Three flights of ships. Can you get them up to speed?”

“Copy, Jerkface,” Arturo said.

My proximity sensors had been busted when the cytonic slashed their mindblades through my dash. I looked up at the dark sky, trying to read what was going on with the battle.

Scud, there were a lot of ships up there. Our side seemed to be holding their own, but we needed the backup badly.

Alanik, I said, status?

Rinakin is sending ships to support us. He says the kitsen alliance is worth the risk. I told him you were going to bring platforms from Detritus. Did I lie to him?

Rig is working on it, I said. Can you come support Arturo?

I’m on my way, Alanik said. I’ll come back for the flights after they’ve had a few minutes to prepare.