Chapter 400
Feral Sentinets Obey Only Her
Chapter 401 Election Day
Lyra sent, “Why did you travel so far all those years ago to ambush Federation Sentinels p>
Specter replied, “Do we really need a reason to cause trouble p>
Lyra let out a quiet sigh of exasperation.
“Then how did you even know Federation Sentinels were out there p>
Specter replied, “We stumbled across it while wandering around p>
Lyra’s expression hardened.
“Seriously p>
Specter laughed.
“If you trusted me, you wouldn’t ask that, would you p>
Trust between the two of them was paper–thin at best.
She fell silent for a moment before abruptly shifting the subject.
“I haven’t given you any orders lately. Why are your people still killing people on Core Prime p>
Specter replied, “Same old reason–to cause trouble p>
Lyra typed, “Is your organization actually named the Interstellar Hooligans p>
Specter shook with silent laughter upon reading the message.
“If that’s what you want to call us, I can put in a request to our leader for a name change p>
Lyra stared at the screen. Total nutcase.
Finished
She had gotten zero useful information out of this exchange. There was no telling how much of what he said was genuine, and how much was lies.
Lyra slumped forward over her bed, staring blankly at her Star Brain display.
When she failed to send a reply for a long stretch of time, Specter sent another string of messages.
“Are you going to toss me aside now that you’re done with me again? You’re growing crueler, Guide.
“I wish I could be right there beside you…
“Let time speed up. I want to see you every single day p>
Lyra’s eyes narrowed slowly as she read those lines.
Specter must have assumed she would close out of the chat and abandon the conversation like she had in
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past exchanges, which was why he had let those private thoughts slip out.
Her gaze flicked toward the camera lens. It remained covered; he had not meant for her to witness that vulnerable outburst.
The instant her eyes moved away from the camera, Specter recalled every last one of those messages. Not a single trace remained.
What exactly had he meant by that final line?
Lyra stayed hunched over her Star Brain, but Specter sent no further messages.
The next day brought the official election.
Given the current state of the Federation, the election procedures differed greatly from past cycles.
Instead of addressing the entire general public, each candidate spoke exclusively to voting–eligible delegates.
Nael had originally planned to attend alongside Lyra. Yet urgent news had arrived at the last minute.
The decoy body they had arranged had gotten stranded mid–transit. It had finally arrived at the Core Prime spaceport after rerouting.
He needed to go collect it for Lyra.
Lyra’s feelings were complicated when she heard this
“Go ahead p>
How did that saying go?
Better late than never, but this was ridiculous.
War was raging. The prime minister was dead and buried. And only now did this decoy finally show up.
She pressed her lips together, at a loss for words.
Oh well, Even if it missed their original timeline, it might still prove useful someday.
Nael gave a slow nod, shot her one lingering glance, and turned to leave.
Lyra traveled toward the Red Castle under the protective escort of the Wastelands Squad.
The main assembly hall was packed, row upon row of heads filling every seat. She scanned the room but spotted no sign of Yoren.
This was her first time inside such a high–stakes political venue, and a quiet thrill stirred inside her.
Garen and the other squad members were held back at the outer perimeter. An attendant inside guided Lyra to her assigned seat.
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“Hey–Lyra, Lyra p>
Ayla whispered across the rows.
Voices had to stay low; the whole hall maintained a hush.
Lyra smiled, walked over, and took a seat not far from her.
“How long have you been here?” she leaned forward and asked in a quiet tone.
Ayla covered her mouth with one hand. “Just got here. I wouldn’t show up ages early. Sitting this long makes my whole rear ache p>
She nodded toward the row directly ahead of them, where Elower sat.
“Ms. Sorrel showed up half an hour ago.” She lifted a thumb in genuine admiration.
Elowen turned her head and offered a gentle smile.
Lyra returned the greeting.
Glancing further around the chamber, she noticed several familiar–faced Guides nodding and greeting her, and she responded with soft, polite nods.
Leaning back against her chair, Lyra watched technicians on the speaker podium run equipment checks, boredom settling over her.
In former elections, votes had come from the general populace, which had offered at least a shred of fairness.
Now every voter was a former colleague, someone everyone knew on some level.
Could this voting system truly be trusted?
Even she could lobby delegates to lean toward certain candidates. There was no reason others would not do exactly the same.
Was this contest nothing more than a competition built on personal connections and resources?
Her mind wandered for a while before the election formally commenced.
The head of the Legislative Council presided as host and delivered the opening address.
He stated that the Judiciary Council would jointly oversee proceedings to guarantee fair, impartial, transparent election results.
After that long string of polished, hollow formal remarks, candidate speeches were set to begin.
The first speaker was someone Lyra recognized.
He had sought her out previously.
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