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I’m only half the Rogan I used to be.”
“Well as long it’s the bottom half” she added with a good belly laugh.
“You haven’t changed Haina.”
“Well you may be wrong there Meeka” said Haina in a more downbeat tone. But she didn’t want to end it on such tone, so she added “But I have learnt a few new tricks.”
Meeka laughed.
Twenty minutes later, the light shuttle docked onto the airlock of Meeka’s craft. As the light changed to indicate the seal was all good, the door opened. Haina entered undoing her helmet. She quickly scanned the space before her eyes set on the lean figure of Meeka. She quickly saw how Meeka’s recent surgery had affected his looks. But he was still craggy enough to be recognisable. He was smiling at her with his arms opened wide.
She smiled back, hit the release button on her suit, grasped the collar and flung the suit aside revealing her naked form. Meeka’s eyes lit up. “Prepare to be boarded” she announced as she took a pace forward into his arms.
An hour later they were each sitting up in his bed sipping on a cup of hot mila. Haina asked “So is the objective still Cheklin?”
Meeka nodded. “We need that mass exchanger.”
“It’s a shame it’s come to this. You remember Meeka, how twenty years ago it was just one conquest after another.”
“Mmm…one victory after another.”
“Exactly. Now we are turning on ourselves. How has it come this?”
“We’ve grown soft. The politicians nowadays….”
“Quazor hasn’t gone soft Meeka. Quite the reverse.”
“Maybe. It doesn’t matter. The wolves are gathering…”
“Are we wolves now?”
Meeka smiled as he responded “We sure are my love. But we are the meanest and baddest in the pack. That is why we will prevail.”
Haina smiled back at him. “That’s what I love about you Meeka.”
Chapter 29. Cornucopia to Polaris 0815 , 12 September
“So” asked Merry “is your dad really the treasurer?”
Charles raised his eye brows and rocked his head back a little. “Yes, that is so.”
“Wow!”
“Where did you dig that up?”
“It’s on your file actually.”
“What you’ve gone through my file?”
“Necessary research you understand” she said with a slightly mischievous look.
“Yes, I see” said Charles drawing out the ‘Yes’.
“I deemed it in my interests to find out all I could about you.”
“In your interests?”
Merry was munching on her omelette. She took her time. Part of her wanted to just come out with it now, but she resisted that urge. “Purely professional interests you see.”
“Yes” said Charles, again drawing out the word.
“So what was that like?”
“What, my dad as the treasurer.”
“Yeah.”
“Pretty shit really. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”
Merry leaned over and placed her hand on his. “No I won’t.”
Charles nodded his thanks. “Look he was and is always so busy. Mother insisted we stay in Beijing but father spent most of his time in Washington. I got to see him some of the time on weekends and we would go away each year. But to be honest I hardly know him.” Charles looked at her brown eyes eager for some understanding and eager for an acknowledgment that she understood.
“Gee, that must have been tough. I always had my folks around.” She went silent as she pondered how she used to complain to her parents that they were always breathing down her neck. She was suddenly racked with guilt and it changed her expression.
“You all right?” asked Charles.
‘Sorry…I just realised what a pain I must have been to my parents.”
“Better that than a disappointment.”
“Is that what you think you are to your parents?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well you’re a war hero now” said Merry encouragingly.
“Hah!” exclaimed Charles “that’s the script, don’t you see?” Merry was confounded and she shook her head. “They wanted me to become the war hero. This whole farce is a charade orchestrated by
“Well as long it’s the bottom half” she added with a good belly laugh.
“You haven’t changed Haina.”
“Well you may be wrong there Meeka” said Haina in a more downbeat tone. But she didn’t want to end it on such tone, so she added “But I have learnt a few new tricks.”
Meeka laughed.
Twenty minutes later, the light shuttle docked onto the airlock of Meeka’s craft. As the light changed to indicate the seal was all good, the door opened. Haina entered undoing her helmet. She quickly scanned the space before her eyes set on the lean figure of Meeka. She quickly saw how Meeka’s recent surgery had affected his looks. But he was still craggy enough to be recognisable. He was smiling at her with his arms opened wide.
She smiled back, hit the release button on her suit, grasped the collar and flung the suit aside revealing her naked form. Meeka’s eyes lit up. “Prepare to be boarded” she announced as she took a pace forward into his arms.
An hour later they were each sitting up in his bed sipping on a cup of hot mila. Haina asked “So is the objective still Cheklin?”
Meeka nodded. “We need that mass exchanger.”
“It’s a shame it’s come to this. You remember Meeka, how twenty years ago it was just one conquest after another.”
“Mmm…one victory after another.”
“Exactly. Now we are turning on ourselves. How has it come this?”
“We’ve grown soft. The politicians nowadays….”
“Quazor hasn’t gone soft Meeka. Quite the reverse.”
“Maybe. It doesn’t matter. The wolves are gathering…”
“Are we wolves now?”
Meeka smiled as he responded “We sure are my love. But we are the meanest and baddest in the pack. That is why we will prevail.”
Haina smiled back at him. “That’s what I love about you Meeka.”
Chapter 29. Cornucopia to Polaris 0815 , 12 September
“So” asked Merry “is your dad really the treasurer?”
Charles raised his eye brows and rocked his head back a little. “Yes, that is so.”
“Wow!”
“Where did you dig that up?”
“It’s on your file actually.”
“What you’ve gone through my file?”
“Necessary research you understand” she said with a slightly mischievous look.
“Yes, I see” said Charles drawing out the ‘Yes’.
“I deemed it in my interests to find out all I could about you.”
“In your interests?”
Merry was munching on her omelette. She took her time. Part of her wanted to just come out with it now, but she resisted that urge. “Purely professional interests you see.”
“Yes” said Charles, again drawing out the word.
“So what was that like?”
“What, my dad as the treasurer.”
“Yeah.”
“Pretty shit really. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”
Merry leaned over and placed her hand on his. “No I won’t.”
Charles nodded his thanks. “Look he was and is always so busy. Mother insisted we stay in Beijing but father spent most of his time in Washington. I got to see him some of the time on weekends and we would go away each year. But to be honest I hardly know him.” Charles looked at her brown eyes eager for some understanding and eager for an acknowledgment that she understood.
“Gee, that must have been tough. I always had my folks around.” She went silent as she pondered how she used to complain to her parents that they were always breathing down her neck. She was suddenly racked with guilt and it changed her expression.
“You all right?” asked Charles.
‘Sorry…I just realised what a pain I must have been to my parents.”
“Better that than a disappointment.”
“Is that what you think you are to your parents?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well you’re a war hero now” said Merry encouragingly.
“Hah!” exclaimed Charles “that’s the script, don’t you see?” Merry was confounded and she shook her head. “They wanted me to become the war hero. This whole farce is a charade orchestrated by
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