Michael commanded the fighter squadron designated to liaise with my Cowboys. He and his two copilots flew with me throughout the Hyades Campaign, and proved to be valuable allies. We walked through Chinese streets together, meeting the locals and projecting a calm I wish I had truly felt. We spoke about everything under the stars, from my time growing up on Earth, to all of the places he has seen in the skies of his native Arkadia. He helped rebuild their civilization after the Ennead destroyed their homeworld. And yes, that places him at well over two thousand years old. But like most of the races the Albion gengineered, he has spent most of that time relaxing and enjoying the life he helped rebuild. He would still be there now if he had a choice. Arkadia is his heaven, the place his people have made their perfect home. But then the Shang came calling. Michael and his people cannot start a war. That is part of their basic genetic coding. But they can, by God, finish one once it starts.
Sarah was the first Weylan I ever got to know. Sunnydale really opened my eyes to a lot of things. But speaking of eyes…Sarah had some amazing ones. You know her people can see a lot more than we can, right? Radio waves. Microwaves. Infrared. Ultraviolet. Even some X-rays. Let’s just say that with a visible spectrum that wide, it can get hard to hide things from them. And Sarah was always really good at figuring stuff out I didn’t want her knowing. I fully admit to maybe being a bit intimidated by those red sparkling eyes. You would be too if she gave you that long, hard stare that says she knows what you’re thinking. Made me feel like I needed to go to confession, and I’m not even Catholic. She took some pity on me in the end, though. Went over all the things she could learn about a person just by looking. That’s mostly from infrared, by the way. Heat vision. We humans tend to betray a lot of our emotions via heat. She may have helped me work on learning to mask those from people with her peepers a bit better. All very valuable instruction, I assure you.
The fall of Arkadia was the end. Until then, the Albion had been fighting to protect their legacy and their lives. After Arkadia fell, the Albion knew that nothing they had could stop the Ennead from killing them. After Arkadia fell, the Albion surrendered to the inevitable. After Arkadia, they gave their assembled armies and navies one last command. “Kill them all.” But the fact is that the Weylan didn’t need that command. The Weylan had been born on Arkadia. All of them. Their children had been on Arkadia when the Ennead tore it apart. The Weylan would have killed the Ennead for free after that. They did exactly that with their Peloran and Arnam cousins. They visited the same destruction on the Ennead that the Ennead had done to their homes. To their creators. That is the mettle of the Weylan. They can be the nicest people you’ve ever met. And they can be the worst avenging angels you never want to see. They are good allies.
My family had business concerns throughout human-occupied space, so I met many aliens in the century after Contact. Michael was not the first Weylan I met because of this. He was the first one I spent enough time with to truly know, though. Which meant I had to ask him the question I had long avoided when I met members of his race. Why they looked like angels. They don’t, really. Not the written descriptions. But they do look like the artist renditions. His response was to smile and say, “I really can’t say.” My response was that he needed to if he expected to work with me. He told me after that, and the truth is not as salacious as some theorize. They truly are not related in any way to the angels of our religious beliefs, but can play the part with perfect sincerity when they wish to. I will never forget the first time Michael invited us to a church Christmas program he had a small part in. I will give you one guess what part he played.
I met Sarah at Sunnydale when her people first arrived to help us. She was the first of her kind I ever met. Yeah, she was pretty as an angel. No, she wasn’t one. Her race is younger than the Bible, and they don’t even look like Biblical descriptions of angels. But…they sure do look a lot like the art. When I asked her about that, she just shook her head and said, “I really can’t say.” I may have asked if that was a “can’t” or a “won’t.” And she may have smiled and said something about the complexities of the American language. So I may have made it my mission to pump her for all the information I could get out of her. So she told me stories about flying around in the skies of her native Arkadia. And about fighting the Ennead. Oh. Did I miss that part? Yeah. She’s over two thousand years old. She watched the Albion die. And then she helped kill the Ennead. There certainly is a spark of the avenger hiding behind those fiery eyes.




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