Searching, always searching... It has been 20 planets or more since Amya had last seen her father. Amyos was a mighty warrior - is a mighty warrior, she thought - fighting alongside Chief Giyon against the plundering Kalsiksi in search of the Life Giver Planet. Had they found it yet? How would she know?
"Ayo, Amya! Have you found anything?" came the voice of Yomo, her brother. She was supposed to be looking for kaiyos - a rare mineral with a crystalline substrate that had frequency-bending properties. "Nothing yet!" Amya replied, looking down at the jagged, rocky terrain of this planet. How could they possibly find anything in this mess of rubble and ruin? This planet was obviously another victim of the destruction the Kalsiksi inevitably left behind them. The bones of another planet, unburied on the battlefield, left to rot.
There was very little evidence of the burns and scars left behind after the acidic blood of a Kalsiksi was spilled. Whoever lived here must not have been able to put up much of a fight. Near every pebble-size pockmark left on the plant's surface was an enormous stain on the landscape; a deep, ruddy color marking the passing of another innocent. Amya heard her brother's footsteps approaching her, picking his way carefully across the rocks while attempting to avoid stepping on the blotchy graves.
"He's not coming back", Yomo mumbled quiety. "He has nowhere to come back to anyway." Understanding her brother's fear of never seeing their father again, Amya knew that she needed to say something encouraging to Amyo. "Either we'll find him, or he'll find us!"