Earth Unaware (First Formic War)

Janda, of course. As a member of the Council, Dreo would know everything. Victor remained where he was and said nothing.
    Dreo grunted, turned away from his charts, and moved to Concepción. He tapped her on the shoulder, and they spoke in hushed tones. Concepción made eye contact with Victor then looked toward the hatch at Edimar. She gave Dreo brief instructions that Victor couldn’t hear then returned her attention to the holotable.
    Dreo came back with a triumphant smile. “You’re to wait in her office like I told you.”
    “Did you tell her it was an emergency?”
    “Yes.” Dreo raised a hand, gesturing to the office. “Now go.”
    Victor motioned for Edimar, and they both made their way to the office. It was the second time Victor had been ushered into this room today—though the meeting with Concepción that morning about Janda’s departure already felt like a distant memory.
    “What if it turns out to be nothing?” said Edimar. “What if it’s just a glitch in the system? That’s the most likely explanation. That’s far more probable than it being an alien spacecraft or a secret, corporate near-lightspeed ship.”
    “You went over the data several times, Edimar. If you’re wrong, and it’s nothing, which it isn’t, then coming to Concepción was still the right thing to do. She’ll appreciate you bringing it to her attention. You won’t be scolded for doing your job.”
    “Not by Concepción maybe. But my father will be furious.”
    “It’s not too late to go to your father first, Mar.”
    She shook her head. “No. This is right. Concepción first.”
    They had been over this already. Edimar was convinced that if she went first to Toron, her father, he would either sit on the data to review it later or he would dismiss the whole thing outright. Victor seriously doubted that Toron would be dismissive in the face of so much overwhelming evidence, yet Edimar had been adamant. “You don’t know him, Vico.”
    She was wrong on that. Victor did know her father. Toron was Janda’s father as well. But Victor wasn’t going to argue the point.
    Going to Concepción now, Edimar believed, would cause the least friction between her and her father in the long run. If Edimar ended up being right, then the immediacy of the situation could excuse her skipping Toron and going directly to Concepción. But if Edimar went to Toron first and got rejected, she would then feel a moral obligation to circumvent her father and go to Concepción anyway. Edimar had talked herself through every scenario until Victor was pink in the face. It was an alien ship, for crying out loud. One that could potentially be headed to Earth. Are we honestly going to worry about hurting Toron’s feelings ?
    “Concepción can read the data herself, Mar,” said Victor. “Let her look at it and decide what it means.”
    They waited for ten minutes. Finally Selmo, Victor’s uncle and Concepción’s true second in command, floated into the room. “Concepción will see you, but she asks that you meet her in the greenhouse.”
    Victor thought that odd. The greenhouse was humid and cramped and a terrible place to meet. “Why not in her office?”
    Selmo shrugged, but Victor could tell from Selmo’s expression and by the way he glanced at Edimar that he did know, or that at least he suspected. It then dawned on Victor what Selmo must be thinking: Selmo was a member of the Council, and here Victor was with Janda’s younger sister asking to meet with Concepción mere hours after Janda’s departure. The natural assumption would be that this had something to do with Janda. But what? That Victor and Edimar were demanding her return? That was lunacy. Victor would never reveal his love for Janda to Edimar. That would be unthinkable. He and Edimar could never be allies in that, and Victor would never want to attempt it anyway.
    But Selmo didn’t know that. He merely saw a brokenhearted boy and the departed girl’s feisty little sister and jumped to the wrong conclusion. Apparently Concepción had as well. Meeting in the greenhouse was her way of being cautious. There they would be far from the eyes and ears of everyone else in case this was about Janda.
    This is what my life will be like if I stay here, Victor realized. No one on the Council will ever look at me without seeing Janda also.
    “The Eye detected something,” said Victor. “That’s why we need to see Concepción.”
    Selmo seemed momentarily relieved until he