In the early 1900s, the nation of Aetheri came out of its long interdimensional isolation and revealed to the humans of the Symphony Archipelago that they were not alone in the multiverse. Things swiftly got ugly after that.
In the early 1990s, Aetheri's leadership changed, and in the Archipelago, a tiny broken family of half-siblings banded together in the face of the bile and hate that was boiling up between the humans and the non-humans.
In the early 2000s, that family was split apart. Hawk Press and his sister Liya Kiski both begin a long and exhaustive journey towards understanding the difference between friend and enemy--and between the family you're given, and the family you make.
< I had hoped you were lying, Captain, > Cynn Numair said quite frankly, sweeping--insofar as someone his size could sweep--towards the open door in the corner of the hangar. His voice bounced hollowly off the steel beams and through the dusty light. < This news...well, you're Aetherian. > The Cynn's masklike expression cracked into an almost anxious grimace, and he shot a glance at Captain d'Ubis. < You understand why avoiding war is so important. >
< Yes, > the captain answered quietly, and followed Cynn Numair out onto the patched airstrip.
Everything outside was coated in a thin patina of yellow dust. The sky was cold blue and full of wispy clouds. A rather simple black sedan was parked on the airstrip, its finish gone all matte in the dust. The Cynn's driver--a furry, four-armed creature who was the same color as the dust--stood waiting at the car's side.
< You are not to be put on active duty again just yet, Captain, > Cynn Numair said at last, as they strode towards the car. The wind was strong enough to pick up even the captain's heavy wrapped ponytail. < Inevitably I will have to argue with the Aetherian Assembly about this. I will need your testimony. >
< Of course, > Captain d'Ubis responded. Then, cautiously, < May I ask--does this change our orders at all? >
The driver opened the backseat door with one right hand, the other right hand over her chest as she bowed. The Cynn paused, considering. "Mm."