"The greatest discoveries of science have always been those that forced us to rethink our beliefs about the universe and our place in it."
Robert L. Park,
New York Times,
December 1999
***
Jake was pacing restlessly. They'd been kept in isolation for three hours. He looked at his chronometer for the fifth time and sighed.
"What's taking so long? Why are they keeping us here?" he asked.
"I know Mike. He's just not telling us everything." his uncle said.
You have no idea.
Jake thought.
"I noticed you two have become good friends." Jake observed.
"He's a good guy, good with a wrench too." his uncle defended.
Just as he was about to bang on the hatch, it opened and Michael stepped in with two rugged men. He looked at the crew apologetically.
"I'm sorry we kept you this long, we just had some security considerations to take care of." he said as he looked at the crew.
"Security considerations? What
is
this place?" asked a crew member.
"Please let me explain."
"My real identity is Brigadier General Michael Cromwell of the UEF." he stated calmly.
The crew looked at him with confusion. His uncle squinted. Jake didn't look surprised.
"You have nothing to fear from me. I'm an old man, and my bad reputation comes from false UEF propaganda." he said with a smirk.
"This place is called Ita, a derelict military forward operation base that was once held by the UEF in Gliese 667."
"The UEF mothballed this base one hundred and twenty five years ago, when The Republic of Tansa declared its independence."
"Now, what I'm about to tell you is classified. So don't go telling others. You'll only be putting them in harm's way."
"The original purpose of Ita was to be a staging point for attacks against another sapient race, known as The Progenitors."
Jake recognised the name from the general's memories on the research station.
"The Progenitors were the original settlers of this world, as well as many others. They lived on those worlds long before we evolved, and long before humanity drove them out to settle in their place."
The crew looked appalled.
"That's right. We couldn't communicate with The Progenitors, so we killed them and reduced their worlds to ashes."
"Me and my friends here," he pointed at the two men who accompanied him, "Are deserters."
"We all come from different military forces on different worlds, and we all have a common background: we refused to commit genocide, and we were hunted because of it. So, we decided to settle here."
"Up until recently, I was the commander of this settlement. I decided to leave that post when our friend here..." he pointed at Jake, "Appeared."
"But why?" Jake asked.
"I knew you'd need my help, and I was right." Michael said.
"Now, let us discuss your particular predicament."
***
After going through their options, they decided to wait till Hannah gave birth.
They were assigned living spaces, and the workload was divided amongst them. They discovered that the base housed around three thousand people working different trades, most of them worked in the greenhouses that provided sustenance, while others worked with the fabricators and various other odd-jobs here and there.
Jake hadn't had to deal with the reality with the situation, but now that they were safe, it occurred to him that he was going to be a father, and it scared him.
"I'm going to be a mother too!" S
iren was ecstatic.
"What?"
he thought.
"Your son will have my daughter, just like you have me."
she replied.
"My son? How do you know it's a boy?"
"A baby bird told me. My kind can identify with each other."
He sighed and was wondering what it would have been like to have had Siren in his childhood, when his uncle broke his reverie.
"We need to talk." said his uncle.
"Sure, uncle."
"You knew who Mike really was when you introduced us, right?"
"I only didn't tell you because I promised him not to reveal his identity!" Jake defended.
"We'll talk about that later. For now I wanted to talk to you about Hannah."
"I think I know what you want to talk about."
"Good. When is the wedding?"
"What? I thought you were here to lecture me about birth control."
"Bah! Are you kidding me? I would have encouraged you to do it. Now I'm going to be a grand-uncle!" his uncle said with glee.
"But first, son, I want you happily married." his uncle continued.
"You're not married, why should I be?" Jake asked him.
"You know why I'm not." his uncle responded with sadness in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, uncle. I didn't mean to bring it up."
"It was my fault, son. I arrived too late." his uncle said with a defeated voice.
"It wasn't your fault, and blaming yourself won't change anything." Jake said in consolation.
"But had I arrived any sooner..."
"Stop it uncle."
"Fine. But you're marrying that girl, no matter what. She's got nobody else."
"I will uncle, and not because you're telling me to. I'll do it because I love her."
"Good, it's settled then. Next week it is."
"What? Who said anything about next week?"
"I already took care of it." his uncle waved him off as he stepped out of the compartment.
He sighed again.
"I need to talk to Hannah." he murmured.
***
He found her in the greenhouse. She was inspecting the plants with fascination.
"I've never seen a real plant before." she said.
"Me neither." he said as he observed her instead of the plants. She looked beautiful with all the greenery surrounding her.
"Hannah, my uncle wants to have us married next week."
"What?"
"I know. Do you want to marry me?" he asked.
"That's not the most romantic proposal in history." she said.
"I'm not the most romantic person in history, either." he quipped with a smile.
"Let me think about it." she smiled back.
He held her hand as they looked at the long rows of plants arrayed before them.
"Yes."
she thought to him.
***
The wedding wasn't a fancy ordeal.