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They had a glorious view of the planet Karis from the transit station. The station was the place-between, where they were poked and prodded by med-servos and received a sort of orientation to the local ecosystem, with the promise that the Academy orientation would tell them more.
After the first two weeks, Jehen and Yasmin and Ferenc were joined by cadets drafted from the Outer Colonies.
With a great deal of laughter and pantomime, they settled in to exchanging stories about their home places; most of the new arrivals hailed from terraforming projects, with a preponderance of people who had Iskra somewhere in their name–the terraforming great-clan.
One of the Outer Colonies cadets explained that they weren’t really members of any of the Karis clan-branches, even those of Iskra. Their lineage had diverged too far back.
Jehen found that greatly unsatisfactory as an explanation. If you were related, you were related, no matter how far back.
Jehen, Yasmin, and Ferenc arrive in Karis orbit en route to the Academy. From work in progress, Ship’s Heart (NaNo 2015).