The solitus woman moves around a small room, checking gear and packing items, occasionally pausing as if holding a silent conversation with herself.
_ I disagree. Today’s council meeting in no way changes our plans. _ she sits down to check the air filters of a respirator mask.
:: If an Omega is present, we may be required to assist. You have dedicated yourself to the Clans. This is not the time to leave. ::
_ We have waited too long for this, millennia for you Siofra. I do not consider the Omega sufficient reason to change our plans. Daneel? _
= We should travel before the storms get worse in the Outzones, and the little one who knows the way won’t wait forever. It was Fya’s idea for us to work with the Clans, but they and their battles are not what brought us to Rubi-Ka. I vote we leave as planned. =
:: Fya, your ancestors used Seysense to wage war on the Omega. You’d abandon the Clans at this time? ::
_ It was a war fought millennia ago on a world that grew to mistrust them and those related to them. It’s why my ancestors left Earth to found Viking Station, you know this. Our primary objective coming to Rubi-Ka was to bring you home, Siofra. The Clans have always been secondary. _
The woman sighs lightly, pinching the bridge of her nose as if taking a steadying breath mid argument.
Securing the respirator’s filters back in place, she adds the mask to her collection of gear; a carefully maintained mix of Rubi-Ka nomad and pilfered Dust Brigade pieces.
_ I vote we continue as planed. Consensus? _ The woman stills at the table, hands lightly folded in her lap and gaze focused off someplace in the distance.
:: Very well. Consensus. We leave as planned. ::
The woman nods and stands to don her gear. Pulling the cloak around to cover her face, she steps out of the one-room shack and into the gusting winds of the Wailing Wastes.
“One Who Wanders Far,” she inclines her head to a Yutto, “we are ready to follow you.”