Sequoia hadn't noticed when "Nauticus" Claymore-class gunboat casted off Glendale station in desolate Lewis system. She was peacefully snuffling on couch in a small wardroom under the plaid, covered by someone solicitous enough. She was more or less happy with the role of talking head of Nature's Last Hope itself, smiling to the camera, broadcasting heself via the neural networks and appearing on the screens around Bretonia with ideological propaganda. She knew that people don't watch it openly, but even while being radical, Nature's Last Hope remained fairly popular around Leeds, New London and Cambridge; they recieved encouragement and small money orders on daily basis and, along with the recurrent successes, it emboldened them to continue the work.
Apparently, it fatigued her as much as the ground work fatigued the others; with the incoming date of meeting with the Guild, she and Nauticus Faolan spent nighs preparing to show that Gaians were in no way a bunch of hippies living in their desolate rocks and standing up for the cute animals, but more an intellectual and political commitment force even with the quirks of their own and methods that may be called excessive.
When she stretched herself and opened her sleepy eyes, the ship was already in Orkney, sliding between the rocks in the direction of station, periodically glimmering on scanners from the noise, caused by the copper traces. Druce, Jonah and the others seemed to be upstairs, for the last time agreeing on their position and suggestions to make in the incoming talks, so she should had got a coffee and join them before they arrive; otherwise she would just decorate the meeting, being half-awake, smiling and nodding in consent to what the others say.
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