. Take us there, Jason."

They went down to the core, and Jason saw that they weren't alone. Myleena was there, half of her body hidden inside the metal chassis of some piece of equipment, just her bare legs sticking out. Those legs were long and shapely and quite attractive, a light blue showing they didn't get much sun, with freckles on her knees. "Myleena?" Jason asked in surprise.

_Hey babe. Just checking something out. Cybi said this memory unit isn't working, I'm seeing if I can't get it going._

"Nice legs."

She laughed. "I couldn't sleep and wandered down here." She squirmed down a little, exposing a dainty little pair of lacy pink panties, which made Jason laugh. "What?"

"I never pegged you as the lacy type."

She slid all the way out and looked up at him, showing she was wearing one of the tank tops they'd found in the hotel. "What did you expect?" she asked, giving a hard look up at him. "Pliable titanium?"

"I don't know, something, well, less lacy."

She was about to say something else, but the taller Miaari came up behind him and looked down at her. She flushed slightly, her expression unsure. "Uh, hello," she said from the floor. "Who are you?"

"I am Miaari," she stated in her confident manner. "And you are Myleena Merrane."

She flushed purple, as Jason knew she was not comfortable around Kimdori, quickly getting up to her feet. "I, uh, I didn't know that you were... coming," she said, giving Jason a frightened look when Miaari boldly reached out and put her hand on her neck.

_It's alright,_ Jason assured her.

_Easy for you to say. You haven't lived your life terrified to be in the same room with one._

"There is no reason to fear the Kimdori, child," Miaari told her bluntly. "We have watched you for your whole life, and ensured you would be well. We are your friends."

"You've watched me? But I can feel it" she blurted, blushing a deep purple.

"You can sense us," Miaari stated. "Of course you can. You are of the Generations, after all. The bonds between the Kimdori and the Generations is a strong one, Myleena. To _us_, you have the same sense of presence. It is how we know you are a Generation."

Myleena looked at him worriedly, but Jason just put a hand on her bare shoulder. "Trust her, Myleena. She's helped me this whole time. If it wasn't for Miaari, we wouldn't be here right now."

"Indeed," Miaari sniffed. "Call forth the CBIM, Jason."

_[Cybi?]_

The shimmering hologram that the computer projected appeared beside them, and glowing eyes regarded the three of them unblinkingly. "Welcome to Karis, Mistress Kimdori. Why are you here?"

"As was permitted, a single scout has come to investigate the transmission sent from Karis," she answered in a stately tone. "Part of our agreements to defend this planet. If you check Grand Duchess Koiri Karinne's final instructions, you will see that my presence here is legal."

"Searching. Indeed, you have leave to investigate. I am relieved to not have to take action against you."

"Cybi, I've made contact with the Kimdori," Jason told her. "They're coming to help repair things. Can you work up a list of everything that's broken, and organize it so the most important things that need to be fixed are at the top?"

"How should I prioritize? By what reasoning?"

"Start with what you need to keep the reclamation going," he told her. "I guess the reclamation robots should be on the top of the list. From there, just go with what you think is important."

"The listing is compiled. I have included device, function, and location."

"Mistress Cybi, are there memory bands here for my people?"

"Yes, Mistress Kimdori." A hologram of the compound appeared beside her, complete with a mark showing a storeroom in the hangar building. "Five thousand memory bands are stored in this room."

"What is a memory band, Miaari?"

"It is a ring of biogenic crystal connected to a microcomputer and transceiver," she answered. "Wearing a memory band, I can interface with the CBIM in a manner similar to the way you do." She touched the gestalt meaningfully. "It is the Kimdori's version of a gestalt."

"How do you do that?"

"That is a question you should think very carefully about before demanding an answer, Myleena Merrane," Miaari told her with a direct stare. "I will answer it, but you will be forever sworn to absolute secrecy. It is something that _no one_ outside of the Kimdori, the Generations, and the CBIMs know. It is our greatest secret. Jason is deeply connected to Jyslin, and even _she _does not know this. To reveal this secret is to forfeit your life to us. Do you understand this?"

"I... I think I want to know. I'm a Generation, after all, and, well, I'm in this up to my neck just like Jason is. I may be a Merrane, but _this_ shows me I'm something more than that." She pointed to her gestalt.

"Very well. But understand, Myleena, this is a matter which you will never repeat, to anyone. Not even your deepest love."

"I understand."

"Kimdori can interact with those they touch on a direct level," she told her. "When we touch, we share. What is yours, and what is mine, becomes ours. Those practiced in the sharing can know everything that the other knows, and hide what they bring to the sharing from the other. We can also perform this with the special biogenic crystals that the Karinnes developed. Connected to a computer, these crystals allow us to share information back and forth. With a memory band, my people can transmit and receive knowledge directly with the CBIM, Cybi. And she can relay messages back and forth between us."

"You're telepathic?" she gasped.

"No. But what we do is not far from your ability," she answered.

"Wow. I've never heard of anything like that." She licked her lips. "Well, that explains why you guys love being spies. Shapeshifters who can steal information from the minds of others? It's like fuckin' perfect."

"Indeed."

"Uh, why can we sense you?"

"Because there is some of us inside you," she told Myleena straight out, reaching out a clawed finger and poking it into Myleena's chest. "The genetic manipulation the Karinnes did upon themselves introduced elements of Kimdori DNA into your line. It is those elements that give you the ability to commune with Cybi and interface with your gestalt. You are our cousins, Myleena."

Myleena paled. Jason quickly put his hands on her shoulders. "Breathe," he told her.

She gave him a wild-eyed look, then blew out her breath. "Don't _do_ that to me!" she said, then she laughed. "I'm still trying to get used to the idea that I'm what I am, and then you tell me that I'm not _just_ Faey!"

"That is how your ancestors did it, Myleena," Miaari told him. "Without the Kimdori, there would _be_ no Generations."

"You knew, didn't you?" she demanded of Jason.

"Cybi told me yesterday. I was going to tell you, but we all got busy. It wasn't the kind of thing I wanted to talk to you about just out of the blue."

"Well, I can forgive you, I guess. I think I'm gonna go get some clothes on, if we're gonna have company. Be back in a few."

She walked away, and Jason couldn't resist. "Nice butt," he called.

She grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them down as she walked, mooning him, which made him laugh. "Careful, I might get excited!"

"Like I'd let my brother jump me," she told him over her shoulder. "Go find one of the other girls, I'm sure they'd let you between their legs, no problem."

"Actually, the two of you would be considered a breeding pair to the Generations," Miaari noted dryly. "You are not _that_ related."

"Eww!" Jason and Myleena called in unison.

Miaari's eyes widened, and she laughed. "Now then, on to matters," she said after Myleena left. "Cybi. Locate the file containing the _Siann_ Charter, and download it to Jason's gestalt. He has need to read the document."

"Working." Jason felt a jumble of text download into the gestalt's memory. What he found there was a 300 page document titled _The Siann Charter_. "Download is complete."

"Alright, Jason. Read that. Understand it."

"I'll do it, but I hope you don't mind if I give Myleena a hand. There's still a lot to do, and I can't let her get too far ahead of me here. I'll read it and think about it later, okay?"

"That is fine. There is time yet, but do not waste too much of it. Jyslin is counting on you."

                                        * * *

Jason had expected to see maybe a dropship or two of Kimdori landing at the platform after those three hours, after Myri had gotten them all up and put them back to work cataloguing the stored equipment there, trying to get an idea of what was left and what still worked, and Jason and Myleena were trying to fix a shield generator that had been part of the compound's defenses, but had failed over 500 years ago. The two of them were outside to see it, and they had to stop and stare in shock.

It wasn't a dropship. An entire _fleet_ of long, sleek ships appeared on the western horizon, and Cybi warned them that the Kimdori had arrived.

There were _thousands_ of ships. Thousands! They descended like a swarm of wasps, scattered across the sky. Many of them landed on the island. Many more did not, flying off to other parts of the planet. Only one ship landed on the landing pad, however. All the others landed in the grassy field beyond the compound, and Kimdori boiled forth carrying boxes and bags, wearing toolbelts and bandoliers The lone ship that landed on the platform by the dropship and Miaari's craft was large and painted blood red, but had a pair of almond-shaped eyes painted on the side. Jason and Myleena climbed down off the generator unit and made their way over to the platform, arriving just as the hatch opened. They approached the vessel as a single figure appeared in the doorway.

Jason almost fainted. It was Zaa, the Denmother! She had come _in person_!

She stalked down the stairs like a panther, and took note of the pair immediately. Jason could just gawk at her like a deer staring down a wolf as she just got bigger, and bigger, and bigger as she came up to them, until she was there. She had to be seven feet tall! "Your Grace," she said in that strong voice, reaching out and putting her hand on his neck. He immediately felt that feeling of _expansion_ that came when they shared with him. "I am pleased to be here. As promised, we have arrived, to help you begin repairs."

"D-Denmother," he said, feeling at a loss. "I didn't realize you'd be coming in person, or I'd have, well, got cleaned up or something."

She laughed, a rich, vibrant sound. "A true ruler rolls up his sleeves when it is needful. No ruler should ever feel that pushing a mop is below his station, if there is need for it," she said simply. "And this lovely young Faey must be Myleena Merrane."

"Y-Your Majesty," she said, bobbing a quick bow, then wiping at the dirt on her face with a flush of embarrassment.

"It is good to see the two of you together," she said, reaching out and brushing her thumb against that smudge of dirt on Myleena's face. "You two were to be our last hope of restoring the line of Karinne. Pray tell, are you married, Myleena?"

"Me? No," she said.

"We shall find you a suitable husband," she declared. "There are too few of the Generations left. Continuing the line should be your highest priority."

"There's more than just me and Myleena?" Jason asked in surprise.

"Yes. There are exactly two hundred and thirty-five of you," she told him evenly. "But the others, we decided they were not up to the challenges that holding the ring would entail. We watch them and care for them, but they do not know of us, and do now know what they truly are. Only the two of you know the truth. The two of you, you were our best choices. We were about to undertake the task of bringing Myleena here when we discovered you, Jason, quite by accident. It was then that we realized that you would be the best choice. Myleena would have been an excellent Grand Duchess Karinne, but we felt that her loyalties to Merrane would interfere with her judgment as to what would be best for the house. Koiri wanted Karinne to be its own house, not a lapdog to the house that brought them down."

Myleena flushed.

"We do not blame _you_, Myleena. It all happened centuries before you were born, and the Merranes have taken good care of your line since then. Your loyalty to your house is an admirable thing, but we felt that it would be a stumbling block if you suddenly found yourself ruling a different house while still being raised as a member of the ruling house. But you had all the qualities we searched for as a Grand Duchess, cousin. You are intelligent and strong-minded. You are fearless, but you are compassionate, and you have great loyalty to those you call friend and family. You would have been a wonderful Grand Duchess, at least after you realized that your ties to Merrane were chains holding you back rather than family bonds."

"Well, I..." she said, then she looked away. "I guess I'll have to have faith in your wisdom, Denmother. If you think Jason was the better choice, it's not my place to gainsay you."

"It _is_ your place to gainsay me, child," she told Myleena with a slight smile. "But look me in the eye and tell me that breaking from your family to establish your own noble house would have been easy for you."

"No, I, I guess it wouldn't have," she admitted.

"Fear not, child, I'm sure Jason will give you a place of great importance within Karinne. You are the one Faey who understands his troubles and his unique understanding of the truth. He would be a fool to deny the wisdom of your council."

"No doubt," Jason agreed. "So, what do you say, Myleena? Want to come over to the dark side? I'll give you a Duchess title. For what it's worth."

She laughed. "Deal!" she said immediately. "Duchess Myleena Merrane Karinne. I like the sound of it."

"As it should be. So, your Grace, we await your permission to begin. No Kimdori will so much as leave their ships until we have your permission to do so."

"Uh, Miaari said you'd need memory bands. We have some stored here, I guess we can start there. Get those distributed out. Cybi, the CBIM, she's already compiled a list of what's broken and needs repair, sorted by highest priority. When we get the memory bands handed out, Cybi can coordinate the repair effort with your people."

"Miaari has thought ahead. Such a good child," she said respectfully. "Truly, I must contact her parents and heap praise upon her."

"She's been very good to me, Denmother. I'd never have reached here without her. Hell, I'd be dead right now if it wasn't for her."

"Yes. She has done well." She turned and made a gesture to her ship, then looked back. "I have ordered the Kimdori to begin."

A swarm of Kimdori boiled out of Zaa's ship, and they all came up to their ruler and bowed. "Take us to the memory bands, please," Zaa called.

With Cybi's help, they went to the store room holding the memory bands. Zaa opened one of the boxes, withdrew what looked like an ornate silver bracelet, and put it on her right wrist deliberately. Her eyes seemed distant for a moment, and then she smiled. "They are functional. Distribute them as is needful," she commanded.

"It will be done, Denmother," one of the Kimdori said with a bow. Kimdori began grabbing the crates and started carrying them out of the room.

"Your Cybi is quite the soul of courtesy," Zaa told him. "Quite unlike the CBIM of Karis Academy. She was quite arrogant."

"I'm surprised you didn't bring your own, Denmother," Myleena noted.

"When we agreed to help the Karinnes, we agreed that biogenic manufacturing facilities would _only_ exist upon Karis. When Karis was destroyed, we honored those oaths and have not made any more. The memory bands we had ceased working centuries ago."

"So, the Kimdori had a real interest in getting the Karinnes back."

"Of course we did. But those reasons are but shadows when compared to the recovering of lost family, Jason," Zaa told him. "Yes, it will be nice to rebuild the biogenic labs and produce new memory bands and new computers. But they are nothing but tools, and we have functioned without them for hundreds of years quite well. This, this is the true treasure of Karis," she told him, putting her hand deliberately on his shoulder. "When the Karinnes were destroyed, we despaired. Not for the loss of a trading partner, but for the loss of our cousins, for the people we have known for centuries, who knew the truth of us, people who _understood_ us like no others could. They were not just our partners, Jason. They were our friends, our family. Restoring the family means more to us than anything else. If you commanded that no more biogenic crystals ever be made again, we would abide by that decision happily, for they truly _do not matter_. They are nothing compared to the two I see before me now."

Jason couldn't say much in the face of that kind of glowing praise, but it certainly made him appreciate just how seriously the Kimdori took their promises. Nobody ever would have known, and it was nothing but gain for them to break that promise and build biogenic manufacturing plants of their own. But they did not, because _they made a promise_.

"I, I understand, Denmother," he said with a knowing nod.

She patted his shoulder. "I am glad that you do," she told him seriously.

Miaari rushed into the room, and she had just about all the Faey in tow with her. All the Marines were there, as well as Meya and Songa. "Denmother," she said with a deep bow. Upon hearing that name, the Faey all quickly bowed as well. "My deepest apologies for not being here to greet you, my Denmother. I was helping the Marines with a task in one of the sub-basements."

"Miaari. Approach," she commanded. Miaari came up to her and kept her head bowed, her eyes down, almost leaning into Zaa's hand when she placed it against Miaari's neck. "Know that I am pleased beyond measure with you, child. You have lived up to your clan's reputation, and have increased it. It will be forever known that it was Miaari Thresxt who brought about the return of the house of Karinne."

Miaari bowed to her ruler. "Your praise humbles me, my Denmother," she responded eloquently.

"You have earned your place at my right hand this day, child," she told her. "Attend me."

Miaari gave her a startled look, and then nodded to her and moved to stand beside her, standing at her right side and slightly behind her. But her eyes were almost rejoicing. Clearly, standing at the right hand of the Denmother was some kind of very high honor among the Kimdori.

"Who commands this host?" Zaa asked the Faey.

"I'm the squad Sergeant, your Majesty," Myri said, stepping forward and bowing. "What may we do for you?"

"On my ship is more suitable foodstocks for you. My Kimdori will unload it for you. Upon you falls the task of showing them where to store it, and it is your responsibility to prepare it."

"I, I can make us something," Songa offered. "I'm not a bad cook, and we've already found the kitchen. It's going to need some work to get it working, though."

"I will dispatch a maintenance team to the kitchen at once," Zaa intoned, looking at Miaari expectantly.

"Go with them," Miaari ordered, pointing at one of the workers. "See to it."

"Yes, Handmaiden," one of the Kimdori laborers said with a bow. "Ladies, if you would follow me," he said.

Myri looked to Jason, and he nodded. The Faey all left to take care of that problem, and Zaa looked to Jason. "I would like to see the core," she told him. "May we visit it?"

"Of course, your Majesty!" he said, his tone making it clear he thought it was a rather silly question. He wouldn't deny Zaa any request right now, not after bringing a virtual army of maintenance workers to help them get things working again.

He escorted them to the core, Myleena and Miaari attending, walking just behind as Jason led Zaa there. "May I ask a question?" he asked.

"Of course."

"What does it mean to have Miaari attend you? I'm sure it's a high honor, but what does it mean?"

Zaa glanced over her right shoulder, where Miaari walked just behind her. "This day, I place my safety and welfare into the hands of Miaari," she explained. "She stands at my right hand, the most trusted of my subjects, and she will attend me as my personal servant. If anything is given to me, she will carry it. If I have commands to issue, she will relay them, and issue those orders using her own judgment. At the setting of the sun, if I am pleased with her performance, she will step from my right hand and walk forth with the title of Handmaiden, forever known as one who held the highest honor in the land beside my own, and forever welcome into my presence at her own pleasure. The doors of the Hearth will never be shut before her."

"What if, she, uh, doesn't please you?"

"Then she will take her own life," Zaa shrugged. "To stand before the Denmother and Denfather and fail this most sacred of tasks is a shame no Kimdori could suffer." She glanced at Miaari. "But I have every confidence in her. She has so greatly pleased me already, she could act the total jackass all day and I would still find favor for her in my heart."

Miaari literally glowed with pleasure at that statement, but Myleena couldn't supress a giggle. "I guess a statement like that is kinda funny when you're talking about someone that could look like one."

Miaari gave Myleena a cool look, then casually reached over and flicked her ear.

"Ow! I hope you saw that, Denmother!"

"Naturally. Were I standing in her stead, I would have flicked you on the nose," she stated. "It stings more, I'm told," she told Jason with a sly smile.

Jason couldn't help but laugh.

Bringing Zaa to the core was a curious event. She stood there in the large room, surrounded by memory units, staring at the huge crystal spire that served as the primary core of the CBIM. She seemed to stop breathing for a moment, putting a hand to her chest, and then the CBIM projected its image out for them, the deceptively nude appearance of the first of the First Generation, of Sora Karinne. The image bowed to Zaa with flowing grace. "Your Majesty. Thank you for assisting us," Cybi intoned respectfully.

"It is the least we can do for you," she answered. "I wanted to come down and see you with my own eyes. I wanted to _see_ a CBIM once more."

Cybi bowed again. "Your visit honors me, your Majesty."

"I must ask. Was the data of the Academy lost?"

"Everything that the CBIM of the Academy retained exists within my memory, your Majesty. We have lost no data. It was transferred to me at the onset of the attack, intact. The knowledge of the Karinnes is preserved."

"Thank the gods," Zaa breathed, patting her chest. "To lose that would have been a tragedy of untold dimensions."

And that was the end of the audience. Zaa seemed to have wanted to go there to look upon the CBIM, and ask that one question. She turned to Jason and regarded him with those powerful eyes. "I will return to my ship now, Jason, so that I might be on hand to coordinate the repair efforts. It would please me to visit you again this evening. Miaari has shared with me that you have something to read, and some decisions to make. I would give you the time and space you need to ponder these matters, so you might better consider your next course of action. Later, if you so wish it, I would give you counsel and answer any other questions you might have."

"I'd really appreciate that, Denmother."

She reached down and put her huge hand against his neck. He felt that sense of _expansion_ that came when she shared, and then smiled. She reached over his shoulder, and he turned to see her place her hand against Myleena's neck. Myleena gasped and almost reflexively reached for her hand, but remembered herself and stayed still, allowing Zaa to do as she willed. She leaned down and licked Myleena's cheek, which caused her to giggle reflexively. "Such good children of Sora Karinne. She would be proud of you. We will see ourselves back to my ship, Jason. Until tonight, be well."

"Uh, goodbye, your Majesty," he said. Miaari gave him a glorious look, then followed Zaa as she swept regally from the room, performing her duties as a Handmaiden to the Denmother by following her ruler at her right side.

_"Wow," _Myleena whispered, putting a hand to her face, as they watched her go. _I, I... felt something. Was that her doingyou know?_

_Yeah. It's an odd sensation, isn't it?_

_It felt... nice. But what a presence! Not even Empress Dahnai seems so, so, royal!_

_I know. I feel like a little kid when I look at her._

_You know, Jayce? I don't think I'm scared of Kimdori anymore._

                                        * * *

It was a sticky problem.

Jason thought about it almost all day, sitting on a rock by the beach, watching the waves lap against the sand. Jason hated heat, but the beach was the only warm place he had ever found he liked. The heat was allayed somewhat by the wind, and the water and the sand appealed to him in strange ways. It was a nice place to get away from all the commotion on the compound, a place to sit and think in relative quiet.

The first thing he did was read the _Siann_ Charter. It was a fundamental document of governance for the Imperium, something akin to the Constitution, or the old Magna Carta. It was the basic foundation of the Feudal system of the Imperium. It laid out the powers of the ruling house, the powers of the Highborn houses, those houses with direct blood relation to the ruling house, and the powers of the Minor houses, those houses without direct blood relation to the ruling house. It laid out the benefits and responsibilities of each tier of houses, and placed rules and customs that had to be obeyed by all in order to foment a less hostile operation of the Imperial system.

It was those rules and customs, known as the _Rules of Siann_, named for the very first Empress, who had established the _Siann_ Charter that also bore her name... though not willingly, that's for sure. According to the history entailed within the document, she agreed to the rules to prevent a war from tearing her newfound Empire apart.

Too bad it didn't stick.

That was what Kumi always meant when she said that Trillane could lose its charter. The charter was the bestowing of the Noble title by the Empress, and it _literally_ meant the Charter itself. When the Empress gave a copy of the _Siann _Charter to the leader of a house, then that house was a Noble house, and she could take it away if a house committed certain crimes laid out in the charter. Slavery, which had been illegal even back then, was on that list. If that happened, then the Empress would take back that copy of the charter from the offending house, stripping them of their noble status. It was ceremonial, to be sure; some houses had been in existence for thousands of years, and that original copy of the charter was long gone. But every noble house had to keep a copy of the first page of the Charter, written on paper, within the building holding the seat of the House. It was the law. And it was that piece of paper the Empress would take back in ceremonial fashion, taking away that which the throne had bestowed.

He read through the rules, and saw that Miaari did indeed tell him true. The rules would permit him to stand before the Empress himself and plead his case, and would also give him leave to make the claim that Trillane had no rights to Earth, because he had first rights to it.

That was the easy part.

The hard part was what to do _after_ that. If he didn't have a plan before he made that gamble, then not only would Trillane keep Earth, then hell, he'd lose the house of Karinne, as tiny as it was, when he failed the Empress. He _would_ be held to the same standard as Trillane, and as Miaari said, he had no house, no materials, no infrastructure, and no money. Just a little cash in the bank in Moridon, some of which he couldn't even touch because the chip they'd implanted in him had been lost when he lost his arm.

Sure, there was the technology of the Karinnes, but he had a responsibility here. Koiri Karinne had demanded that the advances of the house of Karinne be denied to the Imperium, and to be honest, he still felt honor bound to deny the Imperium _any_ kind of technology or help that would let them do to some other species what was done to his. He would _not_ give them tools to use to conquer other planets. He would _not_ allow it to happen to someone else. He had fled from the Imperium so he would not be a cog in their machine. Now he found himself inexorably linked to that which he despised, a part of their system, but he still could not see it within himself to sell out his morals, even if it meant getting what he wanted, even if it meant beating Trillane. There was such a thing in his mind as too high a price to pay for victory. If he sold out and gave the Imperium Karinne technology, then the blood of anyone killed by it or subjugated under the Imperial flag using it would be on his hands and staining the flag of Karinne. Under no circumstances, in no manner or fashion of _any kind_, would the Imperium get one dirty finger on _anything_ on Karis. Not even a metal screw. Not even a fucking grain of sand. _Nothing_.

Fury and outrage fueled Koiri Karinne's dying declaration to deny the Imperium everything the Karinnes had had to offer. Cold anger and unwavering resolve caused Jason to take the same position. Karis and her secrets were for the Karinnes and the Kimdori, and _only_ for the Karinnes and the Kimdori. To the Imperium, to the Faey, this planet was just as dead and inaccessible as they believed that it was.

He was going to need money if he wanted to kick Trillane off Earth, make things better for human kind, and yet still meet the production quotas of food that Empress Dahnai would demand.

That was what had him stumped. He sat on the rock and thought. He sat on the sand and thought. He laid in the sand and thought. He laid in the wet sand when the tide brought the water up to where was and still thought.

_Think, idiot,_ he growled at himself. _You've done more with less before. There has to be a way to get this done without sacrificing Earth and without compromising morals. If it was impossible, Miaari would have told me so. How? How do I m