Mikla evolved as I worked on the concept of the story. At first I thought she would be one of the sacred three hosts to sunstones but I changed my mind. Mikla works in M’nacht’s research office. In his role as scientific liaison for the Council of Elders M’nacht needs to be completely up to date on a variety of topics. His researchers provide the necessary information.
She is the head researcher due to her unique skill set. She comes from a low-middle class family and has made her way through the university on a grant from M’nacht’s foundation. Mikla has a quick mind, can speed read and her talents include being able to decipher old degraded manuscripts and archaic lingual shifts that have happened over the centuries.
The young woman has a team of researchers under her but they never feel she is their supervisor. It is a close-knit group that works well together. Mikla respects M’nacht and understands how important her team’s work is for his liaison role. Some of the information he needs is a trifle clandestine and Mikla can keep a secret. Taking her job seriously she takes on tasks that have odd hours and destinations. This is one dedicated person.
Mikla is of an average height for women on Myrn and is slightly slender due to the calories she burns and the meals she skips when she loses herself in pursuit of information. She has long brown hair and frequently can be found wearing research googles with their special lenses and at least one message bot poking out of a pocket.
Corruption meets revolution in this steampunk thriller
Before there was a history, the sun goddess Navora visited a moon within her realm that held primitive ocean life. She dipped her staff of power into the primordial sea and stirred. Pleased with what she had wrought, she departed, not at all troubled that a divine spark had touched two small dying sea creatures.
As centuries pass, life on the moon develops into a geothermal steam-powered industrial age. A triumvirate of politicians, banks and corporations bring strain and suffering to the masses they rule over. Unbeknownst to the people of the moon, there may be help. With the gears of time evermoving and trouble spiraling to a crisis point, can three individuals and a handful of fossils prevent a violent revolution?