Nessa the Green-Blue, Maz, Eklun, Scion, Elektra, and Skyla had returned to Akron three decades ago. Now, banners flew, and people crowded the Capital Basin.
“As the council chair, I promise to represent both the elder and younger races equally,” Nessa promised from the podium.
Collective cheers and applause filled the evening air. From the front row, the nestmates and Maz grinned and joined the applause.
When the crowds had dispersed, Maz and his friends followed Nessa to the Council Mansion.
“Nessa,” Maz asked sheepishly.
They stopped a few yards outside the mansion, and Maz asked, “Will you forget about us when you’re a politician? Will you still be our guardian?”
She stroked his cheek and nodded.
“Yes, of course,” she assured him.
“Promise me you won’t die,” he pleaded.
She paused, and said, “I won’t anytime soon.”
Maz felt a light touch on his shoulder, and looked over his shoulder at Skyla.
“Come on,” she said, “Quick meeting.”
They stood in a circle, and Scion whispered, “When her term in office has ended, we’ll send her in a time capsule.”
Maz relayed the idea to Nessa, and she gave a thoughtful nod.
“I’m not against it,” she admitted. “I want to see your children one day.”
Four years passed, and as the group left the message, Maz slipped his hand into Nessa’s.
“Remember we told you about the time capsule?” He questioned.
“I sure do,” she replied.
“Ready to go to the medic center?” He said.
She smiled and nodded, and said, “I remember.”
An hour later, they stared down a row of ten foot long capsules sealed by code comps.
“Pick one,” Elektra urged. “We’ll send you 450 years in the future.”
She opened the nearest capsule, stuffed her belongings inside, and lay on the bed inside. Maz shut the door on top, and typed a code in the code comp. As Maz and his friends waved goodbye, the capsule vanished.