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I move to his side, my own mind kicking into high gear, the shock giving way to adrenaline-fueled focus. “I need access to the perimeter sensor data. And I need my long-range analysis equipment from the crash site. Immediately.”

“Kyra,” Jaro commands. “Assemble a team. Escort Kendra to her pod. Bring back whatever she requires. Move quickly and without being detected.”

Kyra nods sharply and is gone.

Jaro turns to his father. “Chief Torq, we need to convene the council. Now.”

We work in a whirlwind of controlled chaos. Back in Jaro's dwelling, which has become our command center, I interface mydatapad with their surprisingly sophisticated sensor network. Jaro stands over my shoulder, a solid, grounding presence.

“Their trajectories are synchronized,” I report, pointing to the glowing plot on my screen. “This isn't a random patrol. It's a coordinated approach. Three ships.”

“Military?” Jaro asks, his eyes narrowed on the display.

“Unlikely. The energy signatures are consistent with long-range research vessels, not warships. Specifically, ESD-class science directorate ships. My own mission.” My heart does a complicated flip. Rescue. But what does that mean now?

“What are their capabilities?” he asks, his mind already running through defensive scenarios.

“Defensive shields, yes. Limited offensive capabilities, likely just particle beams for clearing asteroids. Their primary function is research, not combat. But their sensor arrays... they're far more advanced than anything here. They'll be able to map every inch of Vara-Ka from orbit.”

“They will see us as a threat,” Jaro says. It's not a question.

“They will see you as an unknown variable,” I correct gently. “The Earth Science Directorate's prime directive is non-interference with sentient pre-warp civilizations. But this situation is... unprecedented. A crashed scientist, a native population... they won't know what to expect. Their response will be cautious, but they will be prepared for hostility.”

“We must decide our own response,” Chief Torq says, entering the dwelling alongside a handful of the most influential elders. Their expressions are grim.

“We should destroy them before they get close,” one of the warrior-elders growls.

“And how would you propose we do that?” Jaro counters calmly. “Our weapons cannot reach orbit. An attack would be futile and would only confirm their fears of our hostility.”

“We could hide,” another elder suggests. “Move the tribe into the deep caves until they leave.”

“They would still detect our heat signatures. Our settlement,” I explain. “And they won't leave until they have answers about what happened to me and my mission.” I look at Jaro. “They will send a delegation. A first contact team.”

“And we will be ready for them,” Jaro declares. He looks at me, and in his eyes, I see the path forward, the one we have been building together. Partnership. Bond-choice. He turns to the council.

“We will not hide, and we will not attack. We will meet them. On our terms.” He straightens to his full, formidable height. “We will show them our strength, not through aggression, but through unity and control. Kyra will prepare a summary of our tribe's history and customs. Neema will prepare a demonstration of our healing arts, incorporating the new botanical knowledge Kendra has shared. I will lead a delegation of our strongest warriors, not as a war party, but as an honor guard.”

His gaze finally rests on me. “And Kendra will be our voice. She will speak to her people, bridging our two worlds.”

It is a masterful plan, one that leverages all their strengths and turns their perceived weaknesses into advantages. It is the plan of a leader who understands that the future requires more than just a sharp spear.

He issues his first commands as the tribe's new leader, not as a solitary ruler barking orders, but as a strategist drawing on the diverse expertise of his council. My council. Our council. He sets a course for cautious, powerful engagement. And as his voice fills the chamber, I feel the bond between us settle into a new, powerful equilibrium. He is the warrior-prince, and I am the scientist. And together, we are something entirely new.

Chapter 27: BOND-CHOICE

The soft glow of my datapad casts a blue light across the polished stone table in Jaro's dwelling. Our dwelling. I still stumble over the thought. Data streams across the screen, a complex matrix of linguistic patterns, historical timelines from Kyra's scrolls, and my own biological observations on the heart-bond. It is the most challenging and exhilarating research project of my life. I am, in effect, drafting a new social constitution.

No pressure, Kendra.

“If we define the bond as a biological precursor,” I say, tracing a line on the screen with my finger, “it separates the involuntary event from the voluntary action. The hardware from the software.”

Kyra, sitting opposite me, leans forward, her brow furrowed in concentration. “A precursor. I like that. It honors the fated nature of the connection without negating the role of the individual.”

Jaro stands behind me, a warm, solid presence I am acutely aware of. I feel his gaze on the screen, then on me. The crescent mark on my chest pulses with a faint, steady warmth, a constant bio-feedback loop tethering me to him.

“The old words speak of 'the awakening',” he rumbles, his deep voice vibrating through the floor and up my chair. “Not of a capture. The bond awakens a potential. The choice is what gives it power.”

“That's it,” I say, turning to look up at him. His amber eyes are soft, thoughtful. The beast is calm. “That's the core principle. The awakening is biological. The commitment is a choice.”

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