Mecca of Mecha: Reborn into a Technocratic Aristocracy

'Twin suns. A binary star system.' Orion's earlier musings returned, but now with sharper clarity. Could it truly be the Kepler-47 system? He recalled scraps of knowledge from his past life about Kepler-47.

But what really gnawed at him was the distance. That Kepler system, if his memory served him, was located over 3400 light-years from Earth. Even with faster-than-light travel, which he still struggled to believe was possible, how had humanity bridged such an immense distance?

Traveling such a vast distance would require technology far beyond what he had encountered so far. The technology he had seen so far, while impressive, didn't suggest the level of advancement necessary for interstellar travel spanning thousands of light-years, not only would you need faster-than-light travel which he thought was impossible, but traversing thousands of light-years made it even more so.

His mind raced to piece together the puzzle, seeking an explanation that aligned with both the familiar elements and the contradictions he perceived.

His eyes were drawn to his new parents, Cassian Reyes and the woman referred to as Valeria. Cassian carried himself with an air of authority, his every movement precise and deliberate. He exuded an almost magnetic aura, the kind that turned heads and silenced rooms.

His presence radiated gravitas, a force that demanded attention and respect without a single word. Yet, when his gaze fell upon Orion, the weight he carried seemed to shift, the lines of tension on his face easing, if only slightly. His eyes softened, revealing a warmth that seemed at odds with his otherwise stoic demeanor.

Orion could see them from his vantage point in Valeria's arms: towering, humanoid machines that moved with a grace that defied their immense size. They were patrolling the estate's perimeters, their sleek frames glinting in the sunlight like living sculptures crafted from metal. Their movements were mesmerizing, a harmonious blend of mechanical precision and almost human-like fluidity.

Orion found himself unable to look away, his thoughts swirling with questions and possibilities. His pulse quickened, the distant machines igniting a fire in him that he had yet to understand.

In his past life, technology had been his escape. Robotics, artificial intelligence, systems theory—those were the puzzles that had once given his life meaning. And now, here, in this new world, he was staring at their apex.

Cassian seemed to sense Orion's fascination. He walked towards Valeria and to Orion's surprise, lifted him gently from Valeria's arms. The sudden motion made Orion's tiny hand grasp instinctively at Cassian's coat, but his eyes never left the mechas.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Cassian continued, his voice almost wistful. "They are what protect us from external threats, pirates, rival factions, even the occasional Dominion attacks."

Orion's small hand reached out toward the glass, his fingers splayed as if he could touch the distant figures.

Cassian chuckled, his voice softening. "Perhaps one day, you'll pilot one of them, little star."

Cassian cradled Orion in his arms, his movements careful, almost hesitant. He glanced down at the infant, his stern features softening. "I wonder what you'll see when you look at them someday," he murmured, his voice quieter than the hum of the machines patrolling the estate. "Will you see their beauty? Their purpose? Or the war that made them necessary?"

He exhaled, lingering for a moment as he shifted Orion slightly to better cradle him. His fingers brushed lightly against the baby's blanket, the warmth of the moment almost lulling him into silence. For just a second, the mechanical hum outside seemed distant—an echo of a life he wished Orion could escape.

Valeria stepped closer, her soft voice breaking through. "Cassian." She rested a hand on his arm, grounding him in the present. "Let him have time—time to just be."

Cassian turned slightly, the weight in his gaze returning as he met hers. "I know," he admitted quietly. "But the world won't stop for him to grow, Val." His words held a trace of regret, as if torn between the man he needed to be and the father he longed to become.

Valeria's expression softened, though a flicker of sadness crossed her face. "He will grow strong," she said, her voice a soothing counter to his resolve. "But not because of this war, Cassian. In spite of it."

Cassian didn't respond immediately. Instead, he returned his focus to the child in his arms. Orion's tiny fingers twitched, brushing against the edge of his coat as if seeking something to hold on to. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe." Cassian said finally, his voice heavy with resolve but softer now, almost tender. "Whatever it takes."

Valeria sat beside Cassian on the wide, sun-dappled veranda, her gaze lingering on Orion's tiny face as though committing every detail to memory. "Do you think Ren's going to make it through without trying to rename him?" she asked, a teasing lilt in her voice, trying to lighten the mood.

Cassian laughed quietly, the sound low and warm. "If she tries, it'll be something ridiculous. You know how she gets when she's excited."

"Oh, I know," Valeria replied, smirking. "Remember when she wanted to name the new foal 'Starblast Firebolt'? I'm still trying to figure out how she even came up with that."

"She's creative," Cassian said, though the corners of his mouth twitched with amusement. "That's one way to put it."

Valeria leaned her head against his shoulder, her smile softening. "Orion hasn't met the family yet. He's one month old, Cassian. We can't delay that any longer."

Cassian hesitated, the weight of her words stirring unease. "The family isn't… simple," he murmured, his thoughts flickering to the countless arguments over lineage, the veiled criticism at every gathering. Their disapproval had always been subtle, simmering beneath polished words and polite smiles. "You know that as well as I do."

Valeria replied, her tone soft but resolute. "I know it's complicated. But they deserve to know him." 

Cassian nodded slowly, his gaze distant now as it drifted toward the estate's far edges. "The family will be watching closely. Some of them will be happy to see another Reyes brought into the fold. Others…" He trailed off, his jaw tightening slightly.

"They'll find a reason to be unhappy," Valeria finished for him, her voice tinged with resignation. "They always do."

Cassian turned to her then, his eyes steady. "It doesn't matter what they think."

Valeria smiled faintly, her fingers brushing against Orion's cheek. "I know. But you've seen how things are between the Reyes and the Zey'ran. There's no avoiding it, Cassian. They'll take this as a move against them, no matter how we frame it."

"We'll deal with the Zey'ran when the time comes," he said firmly. "Right now, we will introduce him to the family, everything else could wait."

Valeria's gaze softened, and she leaned into him, their son nestled between them. For a moment, the world seemed still.

Orion'd spent his past life chasing validation, hiding his brilliance to fit in, turning to drugs to dull the ache of always feeling out of place. Even his greatest achievements had been hollow, the Turing Award a monument to his isolation rather than his genius.

But here, in this new life, he didn't have to earn his family's love. It was given unconditionally. For the first time, he felt what it meant to be truly seen, truly valued, not for what he could do but simply for who he was.

When the appointed hour arrived, Cassian and Valeria stepped into the hall with their infant son, Orion, cradled in Cassian's arms. The Reyes family—an intricate, sprawling network of siblings, cousins, and elders—stood in a semicircle. Their expressions reflected a spectrum of emotions: curiosity, expectation, and, in some, a guarded skepticism rooted in Cassian's controversial marriage.

Eight years earlier, his union with Valeria—a former matriarchal heiress to the rivaling Zey'ran dynasty—had sent ripples through both families. For decades, the Reyes and Zey'ran had maintained a tenuous alliance, marked by cultural differences and unspoken rivalries. Publicly, the Zey'ran family had embraced the union. Privately, however, whispers of discontent lingered, and Cassian had often borne the brunt of their veiled critiques.

Yet, despite the complexities, the Reyes family had never withdrawn their respect for Cassian. His unshakable loyalty to both Valeria and the family had quietly earned their admiration over the years.

As Cassian stepped into the semicircle, he met the gaze of each familiar face. Elara, ever the analytical, regarded him with a probing look that belied a quiet respect. Torin, the family's matriarch shadow, nodded subtly, an acknowledgment of their shared history. And at the center stood Orinthia, one of the elders whose presence alone commanded reverence. Her sharp, weathered features softened as her eyes fell on Orion.

Cassian's voice, steady and resonant, broke the silence. "Today, I present to you Orion Reyes."

A murmur rippled through the gathering, but it carried less skepticism than he'd expected. Orinthia stepped forward first, her movements deliberate. "The blood of the Reyes flows strong in this one," she said, her voice imbued with solemnity and pride. "May he carry the weight of our legacy with honor."

Valeria, standing tall beside Cassian, said without hesitation. "He will carry both names, both legacies, forward," she said, her voice steady and resolute. 

Orinthia regarded Valeria with a keen, measured expression before nodding. Her hand extended toward Orion, her touch feather-light yet significant. Cassian watched as a faint smile crossed her lips, her sharp eyes momentarily softening. "The suns shine bright on you, child" she declared.