TITLE: The Sunlands
Loranya Vershtul Quandirr became aware of the soft beeps and hisses from the surrounding machines. Like a dying creature stumling across the desert dunes, her mind slowly emerged from the lethargy stasis invoked.
She hated stasis. The term stasis sounded so tame. So innocuous. As if the body were just locked in place like a piece of luggage for transfer. It wasn’t like that at all. No. Organic bodies were too delicate to make it through the warp jumps intact. So they had to do… things… to them. Things that changed their density, their ability to withstand pressure.
The procedure was administered by experts and highly specialized machines in every corner of the universe, from the Integrated Planetary Alliance’s united worlds to the Scarl’s martial colonies. Even the worthless Antagors used it.
But it was her body, the only one she had. What if they jacked it up? What if they couldn’t return her body to its pre-stasis condition? With her body frozen in temporary paralysis, her mind drifted as identity, personality and memory slowly reformed.
Her thoughts skipped to something about a man - her brother - and a humanoid woman with pale, pale sea green skin. A… what were they? Ah, yes – a Corline. But that made no sense. Her brother would never take up with such a tenuous ally as a Corline.
She caught another snippet of memory. This trip across sectors to Isiris-Five, home system of her native Andiri had promised six day-cycles of numbness. Of not thinking. Of not mourning. Not mourning whom?