Standing in the Star Creche loading bay, on the inlaid stone floor that is the room's only concession to haut aesthetics, is Lisbet Serise in flowing white robes and out of her haut-chair. She looks calm and unruffled.

The five haut-herders retreat away from their prisoner, settle to the floor, and disembubble to reveal five consorts, haut Pel among them. The sixth bubble stays where it is, force-screen still stubbornly engaged.

"I suggest that you surrender now," says Lisbet. "Currently, you have a chance at mercy."