Kent Sandwell continued to writhe in agony, his heartbeat pounded in his ears.
Through the mind numbing pain in his wrist, knees, and ankles his cold, detached intellect continued to process information.
His entire life was like this. Kent could endure ridiculous hardship all while analyzing and formulating. Admiral Weber had been the perfect mentor for him and as his adjutant Kent rose through the ranks. He had embraced his emotional detachment and nursed his lack of empathy for others.
It wasn't that he didn't have emotions, he just really and truly didn't give a fuck about anyone or anything. He scoffed through a spasm of pain as he recalled the multitudes he had manipulated. They were weak: they were cattle to be used and consumed by him.
It was how he managed to get off the wretched dump of a planet, Mirkspiff.
It's only city, Wallyton, was a horrid hole filled with stupidity, hatred, and malice; but if one was cunning, opportunity as well.
So yet again, Kent clinically reviewed what had happened.
He witnessed the volatile self-destruction of Rum's entire pirate kingdom in just a matter of hours and he couldn't understand how it had happened so quickly.
His brain analyzed...
Or who this person who assaulted the Great hall was: an angelic beauty riding within a technological marvel! Kent had never seen anything like it.
Formulating...
He tried now to regain control of his body, slowly, a little at a time. He knew that since the robots had not killed him outright meant someone would be around to collect him.
Kent had to try to get out of this hopeless situation; he'd done it before. Hell, he convinced a suicidal Kintark Prelate lunatic to sail into the unknown as a freelance to sell the skills of his only somewhat willing squadron. They had forsaken the empire they had fought a losing war for to runaway with traitors of their enemy. Yes, he was just that good.
Kent had to try, his brain wouldn't let him just give up...he was confident he could manipulate these pathetic warriors just as he had before. And when he had the opportunity he would slowly torture them to death for what they had done.
The unknown drone type hovered above him, it's deep-purple carapace shimmered with violet highlights. It resembled an insect, Kent wondered if it was a Bract design.
Then the sounds of combat stopped and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears again.
Kent could see into the Great hall. The deadly technology had stopped. It seemed to melt and come apart... it's made of drones!
Analyzing...
The angel, she has long pointed swept-back ears, she isn't human, what is she?
Drones went into the suites.
She's yelled something but he could not make it out.
Distant gunfire, then more gunfire on the balcony.
Rum... still alive.
They're talking.
Rum yells at her? What a fool!
She's turned around, walking away.
Rum is screaming... then suddenly not.
It's very quiet.
She's walking right torwards me.
Wow, she's tantalizing.
Is she wearing a business skirt-suit?
Two huge drones following her in cover formation: never seen anything like them.
She stopped at the doorway.
Now more drones, all together three different kinds.
Analyzing...
She's looking at me.
Footsteps, behind me.
Groaning in pain, Kent wills himself to turn his head. No one is there.
Wait... Something is there.
A blurred outline, what is that? The blur melts into dark-grey...Oh God, black-ops!
The now revealed assassin pulls off the dark-grey hooded poncho.
Another pretty face, definitely human.
What kind of weapon she is holding?
It was like those damned Lionesses he had seen on the holo feeds.
Kent watched with detached fascination.
The angel walked over and helped the taller woman defrock.
It was only then Kent's brain realized... No one was talking.
Analyzing...
They looked at each other, and at him, but no words, just expressions.
The tall human woman was wearing TFN BDU's with no markings under the black-ops optical camouflage. He only saw it's kind once before, when he was adjutant for Vice Admiral Weber.
Carl got his promotion to High Command and offered Kent a job with him or a cruiser of his own. Kent took the cruiser: he should have taken the job with Carl.
The angelic blonde alien looked more human if he just ignored the ears.
Kent kept watching their facial expressions, they were definitely having a conversation.
It was about him.
The two women turned to the main entrance of the resort where two additional figures approached.
More women, he sensed a trend.
Kent watched them, one was small, petite, she looked familiar.
The other was unlike any alien Kent had seen before, but he wasn't sure. She, might be just a cyborg, but why look like that if you didn't have to.
Again, no one spoke, but the facial expressions were conversational.
Kent realized he needed to control that conversation before a conclusion was made.
"Thank the heavens you all arrived." He croaked in pain, "I never would have been able to get free of this place otherwise. Those Kintark, they forced us to leave the battlefield and after that we were declaired traitors to T-Fed with nowhere to go."
Kent watched them all turn to face him as he spoke, not a smile among them. So, battle hardened freelance mercs they were. Need to figure out their mission.
"This was one hellava battle plan you all put together. Couldn't have done better myself," he grunted in pain as he slowly moved to sit up.
The tall one smiled.
Good, the leader.
Kent focused on her, reading her, looking for her to show her weakness so he could bend her to his will. "Thank you for rescuing me."
She crouched on her haunches, her long sword tipped pole held casually in her folded arms. Kent noted her flexibility and cat like moves---yeah, I am going to have to fuck this one before I kill her...her spirit needs breaking first.
"Sandwell, yes?"
Ok, that is a minor setback, how much does she know. "Yes, Commodore Kent Sandwell of T-Fed. And you?"
"I have a wife who can read your mind like a book, Sandwell. We know of your sadistic torture of the slaves on Golamar. Your attempts to manipulate me are all for naught."
FUCK! Was the only word Kent could think of as the woman before him swept her frightening weapon through his neck so quickly he barely even saw her move.
As his head stabalized on the floor he was looking at her and the last words he heard from her were, "I am justice."
His heartbeat no longer pounded in his ears.
Dame Captain Max Anders gracefully stood and looked down at the headless corpse, then at the surprised expression on the severed head.
An impressive puddle of blood had gushed a few moments then stopped.
Of all the pirates on Golamar, Max had the clearest picture of who and what Commander Kent Sandwell was.
Agatha had spent the last thirty-six hours perusing his TFN file via diplomatic priority and walking his cold calculating dreams filled with sadistic memories.
She observed manipulations and interactions he made in Freeport.
When this mission was still in planning, Agatha gave her report on every pirate of note, Sandwell stood out.
Max politely requested he be left to her, and because she was a good girl and ate all her vegtables, she got to close his file.
*Do you feel better now?*
Joon asked her towering wife.
Joon's thoughts felt comforting.
Executing Sandwell was far removed from saving the day, but it was something Max felt she needed to do.
It cleansed some of the darkness from her soul.
*I do feel better, I imagine I will always have issues to deal with, but that was very cathartic.*
The Captain's petite first wife gave her a hug.
"Oh, Max!" Joon winced, "...someone needs a shower."
Joon giggled at Max's expression.
"Can we all take one together?" Astrid asked, "I really need to be close with everyone right now."
Joon paid close attention to any telltale signs of combat stress injury.
Among the wives, only Max had seen combat of this kind before.
Vika had given Paula her first exposure to combat on Staverka, where she acquitted herself admirably.
Her performance on Golamar only improved her acclaim.
Vika's own resolve was unwavering, her personality had adjusted easily to this visceral, terrible conflict.
Joon worried mostly about her two Chiefs.
Samira had withstood yet another profound physical event in her life.
Joon hoped it didn't cause any psychological trauma, or exacerbate the scars she was still dealing with from earlier experiences.
Yes, Sam was a tough chick, a highly trained, enhanced cyborg, but under all of that she was still quite human.
So she deserved the care and consideration afforded to all of Joon's beloved wives.
Then there was Deirdre's newest combatant, the Dronemancer.
Samira's early removal from action caused Astrid to snap.
According to Agatha, the Mage dove immediately into her darker side.
The wives knew their Engineer was unique for a number reasons.
Astrid could, on occasion, become unbound and temporarily loose her grip.
No one thought this quirk was severe enough to be dangerous, well, maybe not until now.
Joon wanted to go over those feelings and occurrences with Astrid in the safety of a dream party.
It would allow Astrid, with Joon and Agatha's help, to recognize what happened.
Hopefully giving her insight into understanding this darkness.
Agatha remarked to Joon that Astrid had much more focus and acuity in those few moments. Max possessed a similar combat sense, but utilized years of training to employ it.
It was important to the family that Astrid look into it. As the Executive and Medical officer, it was Joon's job to ensure the capability and health of her crew.
Joon sighed, remembering just how many hats she wore, luckily she had her family to lean on herself, when needed.
This mission was long, dangerous and now completely successful. There were many lessons learned, thankfully none at dire cost.
Max led her wives with the professionalism and patience Joon had always admired about her. Joon knew Max had her own demons, but she was definitely dealing with them.
Then there was Agatha, for whom none of this life would be possible without. Agatha was pure magic. Joon knew in her heart how much the family owed their most exotic wife, but Agatha didn't want thanks, or praise... Just love.
So the crew of the Deirdre regrouped aboard their tiny warship home.
Upon entering the Terran corvette, they were assaulted by a delicious aroma. Eleven of them gathered in the corridor peering into the galley, savoring the delightful smells.
Paula shooed them away from the mess, ordering them to clean up.
No one refuted her authority, her primacy of the galley was quickly acknowledged.
The long hot shower brought relief to stressed bodies, easing them back into a more acceptable semblance. Five humans and six Hands of Agatha took their time to thoroughly wash off the stench of death.
In twenty minutes they felt worlds better.
The refreshed family dressed in comfortable BDU's and, bathed and cleaned they gathered in the mess with smiles for the long awaited feast.
Paula served them a scrumptious Spanish tapas meal: Tortilla de Patatas, potato and onion omelette sandwiches.
Pinxtos de jamón curado, thinly sliced smoked ham topped flakey bread rounds.
Espinacas Con Garbanzos, a delicious zesty chickpea, spinach and tomato stew flavored with almonds, sherry vinegar, olive oil, cumin and paprika.
The chef happily demonstrated how she was taught to eat it with one of the bread based finger sandwiches.
It was good Paula made so much as the meal was a huge hit. Suomii joined them for the meal, loving the food and company. For the first time in many years the Dauzakai was exposed to a positive RL social experience.
After the amazing meal produced by the delightfully capable hands of Paula, the crew of the Deirdre retired to the CQ.
Suomii curled up with a Hand of Agatha in the guest quarters for a long, well deserved nap and a dream party filled with very close associations and a renewal of bonds ensued.
Agatha was developing a schedule for her family within the new exciting endeavors of Freeport and Golamar.
Teffa had been inside the Palace of Staverka exactly once in her life.
It was for her primary school graduation, it was only a visit to the 'public' section and it was essentially the same experience millions of tourists had and as such it was the typical exposure any citizen of the Grand Slarmian Dynasty could experience.
It was incredibly thrilling for that smallish young Slarmian. Teffa adored the Palace, loved the Dynasty and took all of it as a point of cultural pride. It was like saying to the universe, 'We are so successful as a species we can have this, with no poverty or horrid conditions for even the least of us.'
Teffa was one of those 'least' not very long ago. She dove into her constitutionally protected free education which allowed her to follow her hearts desires.
Aviation was a practical choice, and she loved to fly. It allowed Teffa to secure a solid, well paying job piloting a luxury transport catering to important people and special occasions.
In some cultures a chauffeur might have been considered a menial occupation, in Staverka it wasn't.
Teffa's interests in school also led her to obtain a business administration degree as she didn't want to be shackled to a cockpit for the rest of her life. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would be using those management skills so soon.
Today she found herself slithering into the Majestic Potentate's Conservatory for tea. That supremely manicured and ornate corner of the Palace was dedicated to an impressive variety of native vegetation.
It gave a small gathering of the Dynasty's highest ranking functionaries a secluded unofficial space to conduct quiet business with their monarch.
The petite Major-domo slithered along next to her Embassy's bipedal First Secretary. Teffa had come a very long way in a very short amount of time. She was so excited she could barely think straight.
It was a magnificent finish to a truly excellent day.
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The morning had unfolded and developed better than she could have possibly hoped for. Every single one of the Embassy's new hires were prompt and ready to work.
They started with Agatha and Teffa taking turns introducing and orienting their new staff, like a choreographed seminar presentation.
Zuki was introduced as 'Captain' and defined as a senior member of staff.
Lakita was introduced as a 'Scholar' and foreign relations expert. The Terran Federation Embassy of Staverka's Staff did not waver one iota, they took the introductions as their new reality and proceeded accordingly and like a well polished battle group, they fell into order.
The ground floor of the Embassy became a theater of war with elite forces deployed. Teffa's head swam as the professionals performed with near perfect perspicacity.
Agatha nodded to her knowingly at lunch, both Zuki and Lakita beamed at her. "It's all going so well." Teffa said in amazement.
"You seem to have a really good group of people down there," Zuki commented.
Lakita nodded to the Pilot, "I did not see any of them look at me with surprise or suspicion."
Agatha laid her hand on one of Teffa's, "It's going great, and you're doing a marvelous job... Major-domo Teffa."
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"Major-domo Teffa."
Teffa's vison swam again hearing her own introduction. She immediately bowed, "Your Majesty." Teffa managed to squeak out.
Before her was the resplendent and regal... Zalix the Eighth, Majestic Potentate of the Grand Slarmian Dynasty. Just like over seventy-five percent of the Slarmain population, Teffa was common born into the House of Staverka.
It was the largest noble house in the history of the Slarmian people. Adding yet another layer of complexity in that culture. Common born of House Staverka meant Teffa would enjoy a bare minimum of support, no matter her personal fortunes.
House Staverka had sponsored and supported more economic, social and technological advances than any other specific ME faction since the Yelneg Empire, and would soon surpass that less than benevolent and defunct institution.
One of Teffa's right hands was gently clasped by her monarch, she felt her anxiety skyrocket.
"Ah, yes, well done, Teffa..." The older, grayer, Slarmian said softly with an earnest expression, "I am to understand your courage under fire saved lives in the Terran Consulate, well done, indeed."
Zalix said smiling at the young smallish Slarmian just introduced to him. Teffa blinked rapidly, and bowed again, "You are too kind, your Majesty."
Zalix grinned, "Our Majesty is nothing of the sort, though, I do hope we can talk together some during tea." The Majestic Potentate nodded at the wide-eyed, speechless Major-domo then slithered further along now greeting one of his Ministers.
Teffa turned to Agatha, her head full of panic but Agatha's silver and grey eyes gently calmed her and Teffa immediately relaxed.
"Thank you..." Teffa sighed in relief.
"You're doing fine... Zalix thinks you're adorable." Agatha whispered in Terran while smiling at Teffa's reaction.
There were half a dozen ministers of the Dynasty there, most of whom Teffa knew by sight, but a couple she did not. Ambassador Crinx, Minister of Trade Mullo and Minister of State Zejha were in attendance.
A single chair was provided for Agatha, it was positioned at the opposite side of the long oval table from Zalix. The table was set with resplendent tea service, beautiful fixtures and delicate lace.
Then Zalix made a few subtle hand gestures, and a Palace Steward moved the lone piece of furniture in a slow steady fashion until Zalix nodded.
The chair was now within three meters of the Majestic Potentate.
Zalix grinned in amusement, as everyone waited for him to coil down. When he finally did the rest of the assembled coiled, or in Agatha's case sat, down as well.
Tea was served, there were many fine offerings of a variety of biscuits, and of course, tea. Teffa knew Agatha preferred coffee, but imbibing stimulants wasn't really the purpose of this gathering.
Agatha had her suspicions when the invitation arrived, and they were confirmed with a head count. This 'tea' was actually a Ministerial review, an informal report to the monarch of the current state of affairs.
There was no way Agatha and Teffa's invitation was a mistake. Their presence was an indication of the Majestic Potentate's favor. Zalix brought the review to order by softly clearing his throat nodding to Crinx.
Agatha discovered that Crinx held a different position in the Grand Slarmian Dynasty than people outside Staverka would have suspected.
Crinx was the personal Ambassador of Zalix the Eighth, occasionally referred to as his Chancellor. The curious position was not like any other within the Ministry structure of Staverka, as it was not appointed.
In the Grand Slarmian Dynasty, the Chancellor was the highest elected office. The other curious aspect of Crinx's office was it could not be held by nobility.
Crinx was a commoner, just like Teffa.
Ministry positions were almost exclusively held by nobility and were by Dynastic appointment. Zalix did not govern by consensus, but his Ministers advised him of the possibilities, sometimes in excessive minutiae.
Crinx supervised the 'hands-on' management of the day to day associated with a modern, interstellar culture.
He also represented the Grand Slarmian Dynasty on interstellar relations.
Because Crinx was Zalix's personal representative his title of Ambassador was used most often, as was his preference.
As the meeting progressed, Teffa would occasionally glance at Zalix. The Majestic Potentate was shrewd and exceptionally intelligent. Teffa watched as Crinx ran the meeting... He orchestrated it like the Executive officer of a ship.
Zalix listened to the section chiefs and delegated execution of policy to his XO. Teffa found the experience enlightening, if this was the pattern Zalix the Great laid out for the Dynasty, it explained much.
"Your Majesty?" Minister of Trade Mullo inquired.
Zalix nodded, "Mullo."
"Have you given thought to my earlier suggestion?" The short thick Slarmian Minister asked.
Zalix tilted his head slightly, "Dear cousin, I'm not going to dictate my son's hearts, even for the good of the Dynasty."
Crinx glanced to his monarch.
Teffa blinked, that was a surprising subject change from the cadence of the meeting.
"Has he even met her?" Crinx asked, eyeing the Minister of State Zejha briefly.
Zalix smirked
Teffa knew Minister Mullo was related to the Potentate and they shared many of the common lowlander physical traits.
The State Minister cleared her throat, "My niece has yet to meet young Zalix, though, I sincerely doubt Arbox would appose the match."
Zalix sipped his tea, giving the appearance of him pondering the matter. "I believe... Now is not the appropriate time." Zalix stated, "Let the 'IMJ' finish with Blackdawn, they're only halfway through with much turbulence yet to endure."
The table nodded in unison.
Teffa stared at her teacup in mild shock, this wasn't mere conjecture. They all knew complex and layered legal battles were in full swing, Zalix would be unwise to interfere or complicate court procedure at this point.
The Majestic Potentate held the privilege to pardon, stay or even condemn; but only after the Independent Ministry of Justice courts had concluded, though countermanding judgment would accrue a penalty to the Dynasty's reputation.
Zalix's only real sway over that august body was his duty to affirm or deny the elected thirty-three seats when one was vacated, denial was rare and politically costly. IMJ's internal structure was a civilian reflection of the Dynasty's Navy, enforcing law created by Parliament.
The Dynasty Advocate General was Zalix and the Navy's representation in the civilian IMJ courts.
Unusual but not unheard of, the 'Draft of Contest' by the Nobility was one of those rare Constitutional actions filed with IMJ. Essentially dragging Zalix to defend the Guardianship he inherited from his ancestors.
The conflict of professional interest between Inspector Yzix and Polkovnik Emuzi was brought into clearer focus. They were on either side of the same coin, bound together yet eternally separated.
Essentially, Yzix worked for IMJ and Emuzi worked for Zalix. Their jobs were strikingly different yet oddly aligned.
The symbol of Staverka, the scales, represented trade, but also justice. Zalix the Great was able to bring nonpartisan Justice to Slarmsk through the Independent Ministry which was another innovation created to further malign the traditional ideals of the Slarmian people... From a conservative Hybinus point of view.
Teffa brought herself back to what she just heard. Talk of Lord Arbox was curious, the old lord of Hybinus was notable in his stalwart support of Zalix and the Dynasty.
Arbox had no sons, his only offspring was an 'unlucky' daughter named Arbuzi. Had she been a 'lucky' daughter, her father's title could be transferred without contest.
Such were the traditional norms of old Slarmsk. Those archaic laws and rites were changing, but not quickly enough to help Arbuzi in this instance.
Teffa glanced around the table, she wasn't the only one with a surprised expression, this matter was new to many present. Zalix did not appear upset, his sharp yellow eyes surveyed the table.
Teffa began to understand, this was Zalix planting a seed, letting his ministers stew on the idea.
Zalix the Younger was the heir apparent, binding the Dynasty to Hybinus through marriage would solve dozens of problems both trivial and serious. It would take time, as the current situation was extremely delicate.
Hybinus had again showed it's hearts desire to wield power for powers sake, despite the Slarmian people. Legitimate due process of Blackdawn had to be seen by the nation to be successful.
No arrangements would take place at this time... But, quiet conjecture was perfectly acceptable. Zalix planted the idea, he would wait and see if anything grew from it.
Teffa and Agatha shared a momentary glance, both kept their expressions neutral. That look confirmed an animated discussion would be held at a later time behind the embassy's walls.
Max stretched.
Her movement set off others shifting in the pile.
Dame Captain Max Anders' fuzzy brain contemplated the cuddle puddle she was a part of. It was a very comfy, delicious place to be.
Her thoughts circled back to the sleep-cycle's dream party. The family went over every moment of the operation they had completed. It was the kind of after action review meeting any organization would kill to orchestrate.
Expectations were always different from what really happened, however, and the dream party allowed everyone to see and discuss events.
Showing the individual perspective and decision tree, highlighting the training used and any potential need for improvement.
Agatha could even give them an elevated view of actions as she was positioned to observe the overwhelming majority of the battle space.
No member of the family was left wondering.
Independent of the family dream party, Suomii was also debriefed and enjoyed a positive review of her own actions. The Dauzakai's confidence had never been so high, she grew as a person during this time with Agatha.
Max reviewed in her thoughts the various new Fantasy Abilities that her family manifested during the long mission.
She thought first of Vika and how instrumental and versatile she had become.
Vika's Cloak made her many times more effective in her infiltration role, the 'magical' invisibility was flawless.
Added to her already formidable Shadow-step and Spirit-walk, Vika was as close to a perfect Operative as Max could imagine.
Paula, could not only monitor Vika with Scry, but influence situations from afar with Fortune and Hex. The two of them in conjunction were a reconnaissance dream team.
Max's thoughts turned to her lovely first wife, Jooniper.
The Ambassador had so many talents and was highly capable even before she became a Bard-Priest. Influence was Joon's newest Bard ability and Max was very interested in how it would help with diplomacy.
Then there was Divinity and Sanctuary, the way Joon described them it sounded like Sanctuary was only the first step in that ability. It was hard to fathom a 'pocket reality' that Joon held complete dominion over, but Samira affirmed the impression.
Sam had acquired Radiance with Joon's help, an area of healing and respite that was affixed and centered on the Paladin.
The pair working together had healed and brought sanity to hundreds of refugees in short order.
Then there was Astrid... The Dronemancer.
Her drones by themselves were simply awesome, the substantially improved versions of the Dauzakai cutting edge Security, Combat and Light Battle drones.
So, when the Mage used them in concert and in such an innovative way, the result was simply devastating. Astrid was capable of more raw destruction than the rest of the team combined according to Max's estimation.
Then Max thought about her own new acquisition, Target... Pinpoint accuracy with lethal results. She was now quite deadly at range with just her hunting bow thus far, Max was eager to try more weapons.
The family had grown in leaps and bounds during the mission, Max wondered how powerful they would eventually become.
Her original assignment of intelligence gathering seemed diminished somehow, Joon's role of Ambassador was becoming more critical. Not to say they wouldn't accrue data on anyone and everything they encountered, Agatha would see to that.
Max's wives were all still fiercely committed to Operation: Melinoe, even Joon felt it held priority over her own diplomatic mission. Determining whether any Minor Empire member could be a threat to the Terran Federation was paramount.
Once that could be determined, Ambassador Smith was resolved to make the best impression on every nation within her purview.
Max sighed happily.
Agatha began setting several new initiatives and had a busy day planned for them. Golamar was still in open space, so while in neutral territory they needed to make some decisions.
Agatha had been coordinating with the Silent Alliance and a preliminary meeting was scheduled for Deirdre's crew and the SA leadership. If it went well, a open meeting was tentatively planned for afterwards.
It would be encouraged for all of the remaining forty-four Freeport merchants and seventy-two Kintark forces to attend. Max pursed her lips in thought, the massive platform was now under her auspices.
Astrid held the title for Golamar, but owning something in accreditation was not the same as living there. Agatha had described the people who did live there, they wanted to preserve Freeport in some fashion and remain.
They represented a mostly good point of view, the ones who didn't were not admitted into the SA and were then caught up in the Golamar offensive. Max felt the Merchants should be acknowledged and allowed to remain in a capacity yet to be determined.
That was what the open meeting would hopefully produce.
*Your thoughts are busy, my love.*
Joon's gentle voice stated in Max's mind.
Max looked down into softly glowing, grass-green, Elven eyes.
*Yea, well... There's still a lot to do.*
Max smiled at her.
Joon nodded and shifted gently to kiss her first wife.
*What did you think of Astrid's idea?*
Joon asked while they were still kissing.
They finished the kiss and Max nodded,
*I don't have a problem with it, I think it has a lot of potential, if we can find the right spot.*
Astrid had proposed making Golamar a commerce hub and contract-free refinery. Max was skeptical it would be profitable, but if that wasn't a concern then it would promote good will and attract all manner of independent miners.
Samira sat up and yawned.
"Morning, Sam." Joon said softly.
Samira turned to Joon with a glorious smile and replied softly, "Good morning, M'lady."
"You seem well rested." Max commented in a low voice.
Samira nodded, "I feel wonderful, I can't remember ever sleeping as well as I do here."
"Oh gods, yes." Paula muttered, "Best sleep of my life!"
Astrid levered herself up on one elbow, "No doubt, I bet it's our Magical Catgirl's fault."
The sole Hand of Agatha represented sat up and winked at her with a smile.
Vika slid in behind Agatha and wrapped her arms around her Oneiran wife, "Best Agatha."
The catch phrase brought giggles to the bed's occupants.
"How much time to we have before the meeting?" Joon inquired out loud.
"Roughly ninety minutes, Mistress." Agatha replied.
Joon smooched Max again, "We should get this ball rolling."
"Yes, Your Excellency." Max replied softly, gazing fondly into her beloved wife's Elven eyes.
Joon smirked, "Watch yourself, Captain, with looks like that we'll be postponing meetings all day."
Everyone giggled as the day crew of Deirdre dismounted the triple sized bed and made their way into the bathroom.
Taking turns with the morning biology and wash, the seven nude women descended into the cargo hold for the daily kata.
This kata was different from the previous, it was void of stress.
As everyone stretched out, Max caught Joon staring at her.
The post kata shower would be interesting Max concluded with a smile.
The Dauchazi Queen trembled just slightly.
Deep at the center of the Samava Hive the small figure of a Starchild in Terran form was calming nerves. Agatha held an extended forearm gently pushing serenity into the magnificent being.
*I promise, Your Majesty, there will be no ill effects.*
Agatha crooned.
The large chitinous body shifted slightly,
*I trust you, Divine one.*
*Please, call me Agatha.*
She requested with a soft smile.
The Queen studied the small unique figure beside her for a few moments.
*You have not enlightened the Dauzakai of your relationship with Dau.*
The Queen's observation held an edge of sadness.
Agatha rubbed the Dauchazi's limb gently,
*No, but that doesn't change how I feel about them.*
*Is it a secret... Agatha?*
The Dauchazi Queen asked, using the name for the first time.
Agatha smiled with gentle humor,
*It isn't, my Dauzakai family suspects, however, I am not going to make a proclamation either.*
The magnificent Dauchazi Queen nodded her head in understanding.
*What of our contemporaries?*
Her thoughts inquired.
Agatha nodded,
*The Daurazu are aware I am not hiding myself, but please understand... I will not dictate to any of you.*
The Dauchazi Queen tilted her head slowly,
*You wish Dau to grow beyond it's origins?*
Agatha smiled and nodded,
*That is my desire... All of Dau is precious to me, you have so much potential.*
A blaze of pure joy emanated from the beautiful being who would soon be the first Dauchazi recipient of crystalline molecular circuitry.
*Rest now, Your Majesty, when you awake you will be in a larger universe.*
Agatha stroked the chitinous limb again.
The sleep the Queen gently slipped into was profound, it was different than any rest she had ever experienced as Dauchazi do not sleep as Dauzakai or even Daurazu do.
Her experience would shape her understanding of Agatha and open her mind. A quarter of the planet away, Agatha performed the exact same proceedure on Nerzu, the Daurazu Elder with highest seniority.
Agatha would soon carefully project through them, assisting them in avatar creation and guide them with the sparkling virtual reality of the colossal Dau cybernet.
Prelate Mosira walked with purpose.
The ranking representative of the Kintark forces in the SA held a steady pace traveling from the docks to the executive resort on Golamar. She was flanked by her newly minted Sub-prelates, Narsil and Kymath, the two males each out massed her by at least fifty percent.
They passed neatly stacked weapons and armor, material gleaned from the protocols scores of roller-crabs had been preforming since the end of the battle.
Some of those neatly arranged piles were Kintark armor and weapons, Mosira thought briefly about securing their return to her command. She shared a look with her two underlings, they seemed to also share her thoughts.
Until the Silent Alliance the Sub-prelates were only centurions, essentially Kintark marine NCOs, grunts without favor or family connections.
Cannon fodder.
Mosira did not believe in nepotism or cronyism, she felt it was one of the reasons the Kintark Empire struggled internally. Her new Sub-prelates were two of the strike leaders of SA kill squads, both were veterans and eminently qualified to command.
Mosira knew Narsil by reputation only, before the SA, he was security aboard the cruiser Nerza'toh, where as Kymath was security on her own cruiser Urte'vol.
She gave them command of both ships, the four destroyers were also adorned new command staff. The volunteer security and maintenance crews were by far the most professional selection of the Kintark that had inhabited Freeport.
Removing the very few Officers that were loyal to Volkuth that were still within the squadron was a trivial task for those who joined the SA movement.
Mosira didn't need to qualify her actions, she and her people removed a dark, criminal element from their ranks. It was actually written into the Imperial mission statement to thin the ranks of corruption, though usually those words were ignored by most commands.
Mosira, however, took those words very seriously.
The conversations Mosira had with her two Sub-prelates made it quite clear they had absolutely no difficulty accepting her role and supported her authority.
Every single Kintark on Golamar now had an intimate, emotional connection, Agatha had brought them all together in their dreams. Their strength of character and moral fiber separated them from their ignoble Kintark fellows.
Because Agatha had gathered them and allowed them to voice their feelings, desires and hopes, she held an unusual place in the Golamar Kintark hearts.
Kintark faith was based on ancestral worship, essentially... Those examples of good and bad paragon behaviors and personalities in Kintark history and mythology, used to qualify or explain situations unusual and mundane.
Agatha was something new to them, an interactive entity concerned with their quality of life and best interests.
Mosira had noticed the shift in her people's resolve almost immediately. None of these chosen Kintark were simply ship-mates or fellow citizens any longer, they were now family.
The new Kintark Prelate knew every one of them on sight, by name and personality. It was quite surreal, Agatha had stripped away the normal cultural protocols they had all been raised in.
Mosira's command was not only unified in a staggeringly short amount of time, they had bonded emotionally together in the most accepting environment any of them had ever experienced.
This Kintark group naturally fit together in a cooperative within the scope of the movement. Mosira was made aware that a similar but unique group dynamic under Birrup and Chirrup had also formed.
Not nearly as uniform, the different species of merchants gained a similar cohesion under Agatha's influence. No member of the Secret Alliance would ever be the same after meeting Agatha in their dreams.
Mosira and her Sub-prelates paused outside the entrance to the Executive resort. None of them had actually ever been inside before, Mosira eyed Narsil and Kymath. Her two Sub-prelates wore spotless bright metallic green armor, they were only armed with holstered pistols, but, they looked very impressive.
Mosira herself did not actually have a set of armor, her command was so sudden and unexpected she didn't even have a chance to think about it. Her apparel consisted of her comfortable technicians coveralls with a simple Prelate's shawl to denote her rank.
The unusual 'uniform' wasn't as important an issue as it might once have been. She had always been a technician, her sudden rise in rank didn't mean she was suddenly a combat commander.
Volkuth wanted someone who could keep his command running smoothly. Maintenance and logistics were two areas Mosira excelled in, it turned out she had a flair for management she didn't know she was capable of.
Even though Volkuth was a dangerously unstable Prelate, the turnover in his command had given Mosira exposure to responsibility. It allowed her to orchestrate necessary duties that Volkuth rarely contemplated.
Mosira found it unlikely she would ever develop combat acumen, but that was why she promoted Narsil and Kymath. The three Kintark now shared a sibling-like affection for one another.
"Are you sssure you be alright going in unessscorted, Mossira?" Sub-prelate Kymath inquired.
Narsil made a face, "I sstill don't like it."
Mosira smirked, exposing her sharp teeth briefly in humor, "I appreciate the concern, I am quite ssure the ssecret alliance leadersship issn't going to attack me."
Kymath snorted in humor.
Narsil sighed, then shook his head, "I wassn't worried about attack, I wass trying to project a proper image."
Mosira nodded, "You two do that well enough... Kinta'ss finesst."
The two males stood a little taller at the compliment.
"Agatha ssaid it will be a very ssmall meeting, no protection will be required." Mosira looked them both in the eyes briefly. It was not a look of challenge, they were well beyond that, it was only confirmation.
Her Sub-prelates nodded in turn, and she flashed her sharp teeth, "I'll be back ssoon, you can both look impossing out here all you want."
The three of them rasply chuckled.
Mosira turned on her heel and walked deeper into the executive resort.
Max observed the tall red-scaled Kintark enter through the ornate door of the equally decorative salon where Suomii had suggested they should hold the small, informal meeting.
Most of Deirdre's crew were there, only Paula had excused herself from attending, the Witch was cooking again and she had planned on monitoring with Scry anyway.
Suomii led the Terran contingent into the executive resort, she made comments on how little time she had actually spent there. Astrid still managed to get the Dauzakai Engineer talking about all the improvements and innovations she had accomplished during her long unhappy tenure with the Peu regime, though.
The first to arrive for the Leadership meeting were Birrup and Chirrup. Qiat family structure was shaped around eldest adult child keeping a household inherited from parents.
In the case of twins, both shared the responsibility, they acquired mates who were not eldest children themselves and took care of their parents until their passing. The Qiat social structure valued experience and respect, adding to the ceremony they instilled in almost every aspect of daily life.
Common private rituals varied from family to family, important public ceremony was often unchanged for hundreds of years. They expressed competence of the individual, while promoting understanding of social cues and communication.
Qiat were often misunderstood, assumed to be slaves to their social strictures. This was a poor interpretation; a narrow conjecture from biased observers.
Qiat ritual was communication, education and appreciation of method. The diminutive Avians never expected other species to emulate them, but had no desire to accommodate either. Joon was utterly fascinated watching Birrup and Chirrup greet Vika like a long lost sibling.
They took turns hugging the short and muscular Terran several times.
In Qiat culture, it was considered improper to embrace anyone outside family, however, Vika had defended them personally in combat as well as an elderly parent, two mates and three offspring.
Vika would be honored as family to Birrup and Chirrup from now on.
The Kintark were another matter...
"Prelate Mosssira," Suomii greeted the seven and a half foot tall, slim built reptiloid with a bow.
The red-scaled Kintark knelt down before the much shorter yellow-scaled Dauzakai. Mosira and Suomii's eyes met,
"It isss my pleassure to finally meet you outsside of technology." The Prelate stated solemnly.
The two seemed to share a moment staring into each others reptilian eyes, iridescent-green locked in fascination with opulent-amber.
Agatha smiled softly.
"Yess, well, I am very glad alsso." Suomii blinked, her tail curled around her own leg.
After a few awkward moments, the meeting began. Agatha made formal introductions, she included Joon's rank as Ambassador and Special Envoy, as well as Astrid's legal ownership of Golamar.
The gathered interests lobbied for the next hour or so, the discussions varied from current state of affairs to future prospects, and Astrid's ideal scenario.
The open meeting was finally concluded after six hours, it was less a formal meeting and more a party.
The Kintark did represent the majority of the participants, but no one seemed to mind. Every individual merchant showed great appreciation for the effort that the Silent Alliance Kintark performed.
Mosira desired that every one of her squadron was able to attend, so she called for a shift change two hours or so into the celebration.
An impressive array of consumables were present, including a couple hundred pounds of Terran pasta courtesy of Paula. A huge variety of potent potables and delicious edibles.
The Freeport Merchant Guild officially formed, with all current members holding inaugural status, leaving room for the fledgling organization to grow.
Suomii and Mosira hadn't left each others side the entire time and Agatha subtly encouraged the budding friendship. Overall management authority of Golamar was given to the Dauzakai Engineer.
Agatha had prepared her for such a possibility; however, Astrid had officially proposed legal corporate employment to Suomii as Director.
The Dauzakai Engineer was beside herself in jubilation.
A moment later Astrid suggested Suomii offer the Kintark contingent a permanent home aboard Golamar. Mosira and Suomii spent a heated ten minutes hashing out a proper and exceptional solution and the Golamar Security Force was born.
News of Tamolith's elevation to Empress had prompted another initiative. It was agreed to take on the effort of promoting Golamar and Freeport with Kinta if it was feasible to do so legally.
Determining a quasi-legal status for the Golamar Kintark was deemed worth the risk in the leadership meeting.
Jooniper broached the subject of inviting the different ME nations, and of course the Trankaran Republic, to install diplomatic offices in the executive resort. Astrid nodded, as that had been part of her plan from the beginning.
The Freeport Merchants Guild loved the idea, Mosira only asked that there be provisions for additional representation. In the unlikely event that Empress Tamolith wanted a diplomat of her own on Golamar.
The other major decision was reached as well, Golamar would travel to the place of it's birth for refitting and refurbishing. To that end, Agatha began a lengthy but meaningful official correspondence with Nethrilla and Ornalith diplomats.
No one wanted Golamar's return to Xi Piscium to be unexpected.
Agatha worked on a multi-tiered front, preparing a grand reception at the Hyshi shipyards. Golamar would briefly become a massive economic boon for Nethril and the tens of thousands who would be employed to work on her.
Agatha would have a better idea of how it would proceed after certified estimates were submitted. The surveys alone would take weeks.
Samira lounged with Astrid at the open meeting celebration. The entire family had been talking with chatty Kintark and extrovert Merchants for hours now.
Joon was in her element, with Max close at hand.
Vika was also making connections, in a less obvious manner. Samira mostly observed, her trained security instincts comfortably resumed only slightly aware a Sorceress Engineer was studying her cyberneticly enhanced wife.
The four-armed Terran could feel Astrid's interest.
"Personal or professional?" Samira inquired softly, her eyebrow rose at Astrid's attentions.
The platinum-blonde smirked, "Yes."
Samira beamed a smile, "Should we excuse ourselves back to Deirdre?"
"I think that's a wonderful idea, but, I don't want to insult anyone."
Agatha nodded to Samira as if she could feel the need for privacy.
*You would not offer insult to anyone.*
Astrid and Samira smiled simultaneously, standing together they made their farewells and departed the event.
Agatha was involved in several conversations.
While there was an initial sense of reverence for her from the remaining denizens of Freeport, her amiable and approachable demeanor changed that sense to something more.
Agatha had brought every person of the multi-species Silent Alliance together into a family, and they knew it.
Everyone knew each other by name.
They became invested in each other, in Freeport and in Golamar. Suomii, after being hired by Astrid to 'Direct' the massive platform, was unanimously elected to govern Freeport.
Mosira was unanimously elected to arbitrate Freeport, and protect them.
The two scaled ladies, one tall and red the other short and yellow, were quickly becoming a team themselves, surprising no one. Just listening to them talk with each other for three minutes left one with the impression they had been together for decades.
The crew of the Deirdre had been chatting via their network all the while, making observations and lending opinion during the celebration.
But finally the party began to wind down, Birrup and Chirrup with young Qiat chicks in arms bid everyone a good day and retired. That sent a cascade of similar expressions and the first open meeting of the Freeport Merchant Guild and the Golamar Defence Force was brought to a successful conclusion.
Joon and Max now stood beside Suomii and Mosira.
"I'm not ssure if anyone has ssaid it yet..." Suomii stated with newfound confidence, "But, thank you, sso very much for what you and your family hass done."
Joon stood only a little taller than the diminutive Dauzakai, she wore an incandescent smile. "It was our honor and pleasure, I sincerely hope this is the start of a long and meaningful association." The Terran Envoy responded.
Max peered up slightly at the Kintark Prelate, "We'll always be available for consultation, should you require it."
Mosira shifted her gaze down to the new director of Golamar, "Did I misssunderstand that Agatha was going to remain here?"
Suomii shook her head to the question, "You did not, Agatha will be here to advisse uss."
Mosira nodded to Max, "I am confident our effortss will not go amisss and we will endure."
Vika glanced at Agatha, their eyes met briefly.
Agatha nodded slowly, Max caught the exchange.
*Can it be shared?*
Max thought to Agatha.
Her response was definitive...
*No.*
Max knew how Vika struggled with her prescience, only the strongest, most brutal dreams remained.
The Captain swallowed, her thoughts worrisome. She felt a wave of calm, Agatha giving her momentary relief.
*How bad?*
Max asked tentatively.
*I don't know, Max... Vika would not elaborate, but it would appear to effect everything we know.*
Agatha's thoughts were somber.
Max nodded to her most exotic wife,
*I won't press.*
Agatha smirked in response.
Vika appeared to be unaware of the exchange between them as she hugged her Qiat brothers farewell.
Samira eyes were screwed shut as she bucked hard, the cascade of lightning that was her orgasm enveloped her senses. Astrid held the currently limbless cyborg tightly during the event, the pair were enjoying the superficial privacy of the guest cabin.
Their session together was slightly different than the usual romp they often enjoyed, both of them were well aware of the differences. Astrid was simultaneously pleasuring Samira and studying her.
The Security Chief didn't mind in the least, it was part of a process. "Wh-what do you... Think?" Samira asked between pants, her eyes still tightly shut.
All three of Astrid's data-links were plugged into her, the Engineer's wetware was in network with Samira's.
"I love your wetware, Sam, Maliri cybertech is next level." Astrid gushed.
Samira laughed, her golden eyes opened, the two Chiefs shared a glorious smile.
"And... The other stuff?" Samira inquired around her heavy breaths.
Astrid's expression melted into adoration, her fingers gently traced the incredible inky-black patterns that adorned Samira's torso, neck and exposed scalp.
"My hypothesis was accurate, your tattoo's are essentially emitters." The Engineer continued, "This is biotech unlike anything Terrans have ever been exposed to."
Samira took a deep breath and nodded, "So... Does it help you... Us?"
Astrid bit her lower lip slightly, "Yes... But, I'm going to need a little more."
"So... Ask her." Samira pursed lips indicating her desire.
Astrid obliged and kissed her deeply.
*Ask her, Asa-chan.*
Samira gently prodded.
They both giggled around the kiss, and without breaking it, Astrid sent a thought to Agatha.
"How many?" Max and Joon both asked in surprise.
The crew who were not involved elsewhere were in the Deidre's Mess discussing a small issue. Max, Joon, Vika, Paula and of course Agatha.
"Thirty-seven is the minimum needed to crew a Terran Federation Scimitar-class Crusier, seventy-two is standard." Agatha reported diligently.
Joon and Max shared a glance.
"You think you can... 'Man' it yourself?" Joon inquired.
Vika and Paula turned heads from Joon's question to Agatha's answer.
Agatha nodded, "Without a doubt, unless you have a better suggestion."
The alternatives were to trust a non-Terran crew with Boethius, Max was sure when the Admiralty eventually found out, there would be a serious kerfuffle.
The final alternative was to scuttle her, which seemed rather wasteful. They needed to determine the fate of the Terran Cruiser, for good or ill.
"We could just hold it here as is and say, 'come get this ship we found'." Paula suggested with a shrug.
Max nodded, "They would, too. I like that... We don't need that much ship." She then glanced at Vika and Agatha in turn.
Vika smirked.
Agatha had briefed everyone about the cruiser, Boethius was only commisioned a few years ago, Sandwell had been her first commander.
Even though she was a newer ship, it was by no means cutting edge Terran manufacture and did not enjoy any of the retrofit upgrades that Deirdre did.
"I like our sneaky little ship," Joon proclaimed, "It's a better choice of home, in my opinion."
Max gazed fondly at the Ambassador, "Then it is settled, our Exquisite Lady has spoken."
Everyone giggled.
"So what's going on in Engineering?" Paula glanced out into the corridor.
Agatha responded to the Lieutenant's question, "Astrid and I are initiating a Oricalcum retrofit of Samira's cybernetics."
Paula's eyes grew wide.
Max glanced at Vika gaining her attention.
"Did you find the missing Wind-blades?"
Vika nodded, "Finally, yes."
It took Vika several hours to finally recover all of her precious throwing weapons, two were embedded deeply in cyborg corpses, and one was wedged between decking almost beyond retrieval.
"I will need to spend time examining and repairing them." Vika stated.
Max nodded, "I managed to really do a number to the Nagamaki, it's going to take forever to clean up that edge."
The two melee combatants made commiserating faces and nodded together.
Agatha tilted her head, "Astrid says you are both welcome to anything in engineering."
Max and Vika nodded to the other with enthusiasm, knowing what they would be working on next.
Joon and Paula shared a raised eyebrow glance then smiled behind sipped tea.
Max gently laid the archaic tool along the severely abused tempered edge of her Nagamaki.
The tool was a file, it was made by Astrid only thirty minutes ago, it's marbled deep-purple and lavender contruction held a violet irridescent sheen.
The tiny grooves on the file's working surface were hard and sharp enough to cut into the highly tempered steel.
The Warrior had used the pole arm with deadly purpose without regard to the integrity of the weapon itself and now Max was struggling to make amends.
Samira commented that her previous weapon was exceptional, but not priceless.
"It's still worth trying to get it back into shape." Max responded.
The cyborg Security Chief was sitting on the workshop counter, one of her legs was off and being fiddled with by Astrid.
"That Nagamaki was never designed to be used against modern intersteller armor, it's a wonder it wasn't shredded." Samira said after a moment of reflection.
"Perhaps Astrid might consider making you a copy of it out of Oricalcum?"
Max blinked then nodded enthusiastically, "That would be amazing."
At the same time Max had been working on her Nagamaki, Vika had been attempting to rework the edges of several of her Windblades: it wasn't going well.
Astrid turned to observe Max and Vika's attentions, she stared at nothing in particular for a few moments, her eyebrow raised, she glanced at Agatha briefly.
Agatha smirked then nodded to the Sorceress Engineer.
After a few moments Astrid cleared her throat and announced, "I have a solution, but it will take me a few hours to design and construct."
Max and Vika shared a glance, then both turned to Astrid with smiles.
"Oricalcum weapons would be a huge improvement." Max commented with enthusiasm.
Astrid smiled softly, "Perhaps."
The crew of Deirdre had just finished a light supper, a soup and salad affair that Agatha and Paula had put together.
Just enough to see the close group to breakfast.
Astrid and Samira arrived late and left early, the Chiefs were busy in Engineering and by all accounts it was detailed and exacting work.
The rest of the family remained for after dinner tea and discussion.
Agatha would be detaching three Hands to remain on Golamar, that left five for her duties on Deirdre, so she requested permission from the leadership to increase her numbers.
Of course Max and Joon had absolutely no compunction giving Agatha that permission.
Increasing her number by six would give Deirdre a compliment of eleven Hands, enough for all stations and functions in a continuous rotation.
Agatha was dedicated to maintaining a standard of capability and support for her family.
The end of day reports that Agatha usually gave had snippets of information and updates on the various fronts she was involved in.
It rarely included rumors, however, Agatha was able to correlate intelligence if rumors were independently sourced and coincided, some of those would hint at larger and darker motives within the Minor Empires at large.
The Bract Galleon that Agatha was piloting would be arriving at Depot03 in twenty-two hours.
The Dauchazi Queen of Hive Samava and High Elder Nerzu the Daurazu Senior Prefect were learning their respective cyber-net Avatars and were now enjoying a delightful conversation.
Teffa, Zuki, Lakita and Agatha were in discussion concerning the prospect of a marriage alliance between Staverka and Hybinus, it was speculative but hopeful.
Max sipped her tea, then asked. "Have you given thought to having Hands in every Minor Empire?"
Joon smirked.
Agatha nodded, "I have indeed... I am counting on it."
"That's going to make my job infinitely safer and easier." Joon commented.
Agatha smiled softly, "That is one of my motivations."
Max nibbled on her lower lip in thought.
Paula nodded slowly, "Having a network of Hands in place would give our mission, er... Missions a serious advantage."
Joon stared off into thin air.
*Okay... Serious question time, can you invite anyone into a dream party?*
The question was thought to Agatha, but she read it's intent and faithfully broadcast it on the family network.
*I must be in physical proximity and have consciously acclimated to the target... also, not all species have identical dream states.*
Agatha reported.
Joon bit her lip,
*So... Theoretically, I can have a conversation with Zess, Mary, Lakita and Suomii all at the same time... In a dream party.*
*Yes, Mistress.*
*Fuck.*
*Would you like to try that, Mistress?*
Agatha's thoughts were encouraging.
*Yes, I would really like to try that.*
Joon replied, her thoughts colored in wonder.
The day shift of the Deirdre was now gathered together on the huge bed, an impressive number of Hands recovering from Agatha's reproductive event.
Agatha's human wives were cuddled in close, light conversation and an air of excitement permeated the air.
Astrid had been concentrating her considerable talents into two pairs of items.
Max and Vika were very surprised and... Somewhat disappointed.
"Gloves?" Max inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Astrid had handed them each a pair of very long deep-purple gloves.
Made of magically enhanced light and sturdy Oricalcum fabric, each glove held thousands of tiny woven patterns, hair-like threads had been painstakingly crocheted and each pair of gloves was covered in matched designs.
They were also different from each other, Vika's were only elbow length the pattern a detailed Celtic knot work.
Where Max's went all the way to her shoulders, the overall pattern was totemic tiger stripes.
Agatha helped put them on, the gloves obviously made to fit the two ladies perfectly.
Max and Vika both shared an incredulous expression, and Astrid laughed.
"Okay, Sam, I owe you a beer." Astrid giggled.
Samira nodded.
Max blinked at Samira.
The Security Chief shrugged and looked to the Engineer.
"You need to wear them to bed, and sleep in them." Astrid instructed.
Vika pursed her lips in thought then nodded.
The Captain sighed and acquiesced to Astrid's request.
After everyone settled down and conversations had softly dropped away, one by one Agatha gathered her family into a shared dream.
A dream that once again, expanded the reality of it's participants in new and interesting ways.
In the low-lit workshop converted living space that the newly elected Mayor of Freeport had lived in for more years than she wanted to admit, her Kintark guest was watching her sleep.
Mosira's eyes followed the lines of the tiny Dauzakai's form, her yellow scales almost glowed in the dim sodium light.
They'd spent twelve hours together, six in public and the rest, alone.
Mosira knew she liked Suomii when they first met, now there were new unfamiliar descriptors for how she felt.
The Prelate descreetly contacted Kymath and Narsil letting them know she wouldn't need an escort back to the docks, she was safe with Suomii.
It was a massive shift to her chaotic reality, the entire week really... But now, she felt wonderful and relaxed.
Suomii got a sudden short message from Agatha, inviting her to a dream party.
Somehow, Agatha was able to connect directly to Suomii, It made Mosira just a little jealous.
Mosira's relationship with Suomii was only just beginning, resulting in the Kintark Prelate feeling many new and some uncomfortable emotions.
Meeting Suomii face to face had sparked something deep inside Mosira, she was tantalized, but had no intention of actively pursuing the diminutive Dauzakai.
Suomii, however, had other plans, the normally shy and reserved engineer boldly invited Mosira to spend the night with her.
The offer was such a surprise and delivered with such confidence the Prelate accepted without hesitation.
Mosira was lost in wonderful conversation with Suomii for the following blur of hours.
They shared cultural norms, personal stories and anecdotes that caused them to develop strong endearing feelings for each other.
Conversation evolved gently into physical touch, compairing scales, then tail length, and talons...
Mosira thought about what Suomii said about how Dauzakai sisters were often physically close with each other and that she knew things.
The Kintark smiled fondly hours later, the small engineer did in fact know things.
Dauzakai anatomy was different than Kintark, but not outrageously so.
Suomii and Mosira enjoyed delicate mutual exploration, without expectations, resulting in a number of enjoyable and gratifying moments.
That closeness had been absent from their lives, it was a powerful draw for them both.
The pallet they currently shared wasn't fancy, a little cramped for the expansive length of the red-scaled lady.
Mosira didn't mind, it was a comfortably warm, welcoming nest.
Her curious amber eyes drifted over her Dauzakai lover, noting the myriad of cybernetic implants Suomii owned.
Mosira herself had a military-grade elite technician's package, it was an eclectic collection of compatable Kintark electronics that she expertly utilized to gain basic access to the local cybernet, though, it barely qualified as wetware.
In cyberspace she was very slow and plodding, just enough for her to do her job.
When she first met Suomii in one of the Golamar nodes, she was overwhelmed by the Custodian's prowess, but she never allowed it to diminish her resolve.
Mosira wasn't ashamed of her hardware, it was the best her Empire had to offer, but of course she knew there was better.
Kintark strength wasn't based in cybertech, most of the Empire ran on antique analog systems just fine, Mosira yearned to improve that.
A millenia ago Kinta had chosen to invest in biology.
She knew Kinta biotech had led them down a dark path, giving Kintark gradual physical improvements, eventually leading to those greatest of biological expressions... Dragons.
A narrow pinnacle reserved for the most dominant and aggressive elites.
She could understand the logic behind that decision, but it wasn't going to help further the Empire, they needed to innovate and evolve beyond it.
Perhaps she could find a solution here on Golamar.
Mosira laid her head on the raised edge of the cozy nest, she inhaled deeply through her nostrils, Suomii's delicate scent filled her mind with ease.
She hadn't felt this content in a very long time.
The Kintark Prelate who led the Golamar Defence Force drifted gently into a well earned slumber.
Everyone aboard Deirdre awoke simultaneously.
Agatha had already given them everything she knew in their dreams, and without any preamble they dismounted the triple sized bed.
No one said a word as they quickly went through the morning routine of biology and wash.
Max and Vika completely forgot about the long gloves they had gone to bed wearing.
Three Hands of Agatha were quickly packing the appropriate amount of kit for establishing a presence on Golamar.
The human members of the family continued with the normal routine, descending to the cargo hold for the morning Kata.
A single Hand of Agatha led them through the customary three rotations in eerie silence.
While the day crew finished with showering and began to dress, three Hands of Agatha departed Deirdre.
The breaching boom retracted moments after the airlock had been cleared.
A tiny Terran Federation Warship disconnected from the hull of a massive deep-space mobile mining platform and rocketed to the edge of the system.
Within fifteen minutes, a course was plotted and the corvette slipped away into hyperwarp.
They needed to get to another system quickly so they could contact TFNI.
Operational Security.
The Terran Federation had been attacked.
Paula sipped her tea.
The myriad of questions asked and answered within the time dilation of Agatha's dreamscape made the act of going through the procedures of departing Golamar somewhat unbearable.
It didn't take long, there was no panic, but there was nothing anyone could say without falling into redundant rhetoric.
Agatha gave them everything she knew.
A superior force trashed an entire Terran Fleet at the Kirrix border less than twenty-four hours ago.
No official channels said a word about it, but rumors flew faster than light.
Agatha got six independent reports almost simultaneously.
That... Could not be ignored.
Something huge happened, Kirrix were nasty, but no where near this powerful.
The family consensus was to get data directly from home.
Max sipped her tea.
Agatha made a sausage scramble for breakfast, everyone enjoyed the meal and complimented the cook, but the lack of conversation was a direct result of worry.
Doing her best to keep everyone on an even keel, Agatha refilled teacups and pushed calm.
Vika and Agatha briefly locked eyes.
Max caught it.
Vika sighed.
"Can we do anything?" Max asked, her eyes watching Vika's expression.
Vika shook her head.
Joon sipped her tea.
Everyone felt Deirdre come out of hyper warp.
"Thirteen minutes." Agatha said softly.
It was how long it would take Deirdre to cozy up to some stellar object, deploy her hyperlink and contact the home office.
It was the longest thirteen minutes they had ever endured.
Ms_Muffit has entered Dark Corners.
Max looked around, a wall of scrambled active whiteboards gave her the impression that it was a busy day for Naval Intelligence.
She had logged in at the appropriate time, but no BG_Gruff yet, so Max waited.
Max didn't have to wait long.
BG_Gruff has entered Dark Corners.
BG_Gruff: Status?
Ms_Muffit: Free and clear.
BG_Gruff: We need to talk.
Ms_Muffit: That's why I'm here.
BG_Gruff: Holo... Vishnu protocol and Loki protocol.
Max's mind whirled, Vishnu protocol superseded all active missions and was meant to safeguard the Federation. Loki protocol was intelligence pertaining to the agent.
Polar opposite protocols.
The only overlap the two protocols had was compartmentalized Intelligence.
The big stuff.
Ms_Muffit: I can set up a holo in ten.
BG_Gruff: This is a clean link. [link] Call me when you are set up.
BG_Gruff has left Dark Corners.
Max was scared and intrigued, she would do her job.
Ms_Muffit has left Dark Corners.
The day crew sat around the Mess table, their Captain was conspicuously absent.
It had already been the better part of an hour, Max was locked in Joon's office with only a brief explanation.
Joon stared at her teacup, her mouth was small.
"Can you tell me anything?" Joon looked at Agatha.
"I am sorry, Mistress, Max told me to stand down." Agatha replied earnestly.
"Well, fuck... Stupid protocols." Joon griped.
"I don't think it was a personal slight, M'lady." Paula comforted.
Astrid and Samira shared a worried look.
Vika kept her expression neutral.
"Yea, not personal, just my great uncle chatting with my wife about a massive overwhelming attack on one of our fleets from a completely unknown source and I am not allowed to hear it." Joon vented.
"None of us are, Mistress." Agatha added, "It will be up to Max to inform us, though, and I'm pretty sure she will."
Joon inhaled deeply, then nodded as she exhaled.
Paula regarded her Ambassador hopefully, "It's like that sometimes, raw intelligence isn't disseminated, it needs to be sifted, parsed and analyzed."
Joon pursed her lips, then nodded. "I suppose you're right, I'm just spoiled with Ags."
Agatha reacted with a crooked grin.
Astrid and Samira giggled.
Joon sipped her tea.
Agatha suddenly looked up, "She's finished the call."
Everyones eyes went wide in anticipation and after a few minutes Max walked into the mess.
She seemed distant, her eyes unfocused, she slowly sat in her usual seat at the table.
A Hand of Agatha came in with a cup of tea and placed it in front of the Captain.
Max mumbled thank you, she picked up the cup and sipped her tea.
Everyone stared at her, waiting for her to say something.
Finally Joon cleared her throat and asked, "So, what did Ira have to say?"
Max sighed softly, it was not her typical response to anything, she shifted her eyes to Joon and smiled softly.
Joon was immediately on alert, the person who looked just like Max began to speak.
"Thirty-six hours ago Admiral Zelig's fleet on the Kirrix border detected a ship travelling at incredible hyper warp speed, it's course was directed at Zelig."
"The unidentified ship came out of hyper warp, a black nightmarish ship, Admiral Zelig was hailed."
Max paused a glimmer of herself shown through briefly.
"Humanoid in appearance, Female, Scarlet skin, Coal black hair... Angular green eyes."
"A Captain Narzera of the Galkiran Empire demands to know the whereabouts of a 'Baen'thelas'."
Agatha perks up at the name.
Max continues, "Admiral Zelig was unable to assist the Galkiran Captain with her quest, but she insisted he was lying to her, so she attacked."
"The Galkiran ship was designated as a cruiser, Zelig's fleet contained ten battleships, a reinforced defense fleet with numerous cruisers, carriers and support ships."
Max swallowed, "The Galkiran cruiser was taking them apart with ease and remained virtually unscathed."
"Five more Galkiran ships were detected at range and closing."
"Zelig managed to contact and report to the Fleet Admiral who immediately ordered Zelig to scatter his fleet."
"That contact allowed for sensor data and intelligence to be sent forward... We know some of Zelig's fleet survived, at least three battleships were sacrificed to distract the Galkiran cruiser so the rest could escape."
"Zelig's flagship, Porphyion was one of the sacrificed, that's what Naval Intelligence knows at this moment."
Max inhaled slowly, then sipped her tea.
The table was quiet, digesting what Max had told them.
Joon turned her attention back to her fist wife, while the information was staggering it should not have affected Max this greatly... There was something more.
"What else?" Joon asked Max, her eyes worried.
Max shifted her eyes to Joon.
"Ira found out some things about me." she said softly.
Joon's eyebrows raised.
"Firstly, Max isn't my name, it's my initials."
Joon blinked.
"My name is Melinoe Artemis Xander, I was abducted when I was two at the same time my parents were murdered."
"I am the grand-daughter of Cyril 'Zeus' Arbius, my mother was his daughter, Persephone."
Agatha added, "The rumored 'boss' of Felmutter."
Max nods, "My parents murder and my abduction set off a shadow-war that raged across the Federation for over a decade, Felmutter and an orginization called..."
Agatha finished the sentence... "Twenty-four Kay."
Agatha tapped up a hologram from her data pad briefly, a gold coin design of oriental origins, circular with a diamond shaped void at the center.
The nomenclature 24K featured prominantly on the coin.
"Reputed to be the most widespread criminal organization in the Terran Federation, members are suspected to be present on every planet, city and station." Agatha reported diligently.
Max nodded, "That is who I was with for six years... Who I thought was my mother... Wasn't."
"I thought I was the spawn of criminals, now I know I was, just not the criminals I knew of."
Max's lower lip quivered.
Joon reached out and pulled on Max's arm, but she resisted.
"There's more." Max said softly, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Joon's eyes went wide.
Astrid and Samira pulled each other close.
But Paula and Vika just listened... Stone faced.
"Ira found my paternal grandmother, in prison... For having Deirdre Gilmore killed."
"She thought I was long dead, and that Deirdre was a loose end that needed to be snipped..."
"All of the 'Felmutter killers' of the Denby Square Massacre were themselves killed in prison by 24K."
Max inhaled and continued, "Now Ira is sending me an 'inheritance' from my imprisoned grandmother... my only living relative."
No one said a word, but now everyone was crying.
Joon reflected, no wonder Max seemed so different when she walked in, her entire identity was ravaged.
Max turned to look at Joon, "I'm not me... I am someone else."
Joon leapt at Max wrapping her arms around her tightly, "I Don't Care... I LOVE YOU!"