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future. “I have plans for the upcoming meeting of genome slavery starships at Alkalurops system. You approve?”
Mata Hari squinted, as if peering at a vidimage, when in truth his mind image was as clear to her as any mind image she sent him via the Positron Emission Tomography Squids that were embedded just under his scalp. “It can be done, Matthew. Your women are fast learners. As is George. We will be ready for the Anarchate. All of us.”
He believed her.
Blinking, Matt refocused on the forward holo image of black space sprinkled with orange, yellow, pink, red and golden jewels that marked the diverse stars of the Small Magellanic Cloud. Beginning now, they had a journey of 190,000 light years to make. A journey they had made before, albeit with a few surprises along the way. Hopefully, their return as a fleet of T’Chak Dreadnought starships would be an unexpected surprise for the leaders of Combat Command. Who no doubt had plenty of records of his battles with Anarchate battleglobes. But they had no way of reading his mind. And he liked being a sneaky human with the power to cause havoc among those who ruled home galaxy.
CHAPTER FIVE
George sat naked in the Interlock Pit of Inevitable , the T’Chak starship he’d transferred to several stops back. He missed the blond curls and brown freckles of Suzanne. She had sworn to be his lifemate. As he had promised her the same. But now she piloted her own T’Chak Dreadnought, the starship Lorelei . As did Eliana aboard the Altuna . They were three of the inner ring of eight T’Chak starships, including Matt’s Mata Hari , that now lay next to the Magellanic Stream, not far from where they’d met the Bogean Harmony starship that resembled two pyramids joined at the base. Nearby glimmered the golden metal of two gifts left behind by the Bogeans. A gift it was up to Matt to claim.
“We could pick up the Bogean gifts, George,” said the soft voice of Inevitable, who carried the persona of a female T’Chak.
While his ears heard her voice, George felt her impatience to do something as it filtered into his mind over the fiber optic cable that was socketed into his neck. He gave her a mental smile. “We could pick it up since BattleMind shared with you the Bogean code that signals Friend. But the Bogeans knew only Matt’s ship, Mata Hari . I suspect those two tech gifts are tuned to only his ship’s EMF signature. Anyway, it would be impolite.”
“Impolite?” said a green mindglow that represented Inevitable’s courteous but unyielding persona.
Avoiding ocean-time linkage since the eight of them were awaiting the arrival of the other five hundred T’Chak starships, George PET thought-imaged him and Matt in combat suits as they covered each other during the attack on the genome slaver pirate ship. “Matt trusts me. I trust Matt. Equally vital, we have shared thoughts during his training of me, Eliana and Suzanne on how to handle optical neurolinking. He leads. We support. Doing otherwise would be impolite.”
The green mindglow transitioned to the shape of a dragon-like T’Chak, a dragon whose black wings and toothy snout were slightly smaller than the twelve-foot height of BattleMind. In his mind she spread her wings, curled her wing claws and glanced around the darkness of intergalactic space as if anxious. “But it is boring to wait here, doing nothing. After my long sleep I ache for action. For doing complex work. For— ”
“ Soon,” George interrupted, mindimaging the genome slaver ship that had attacked the Irish settled planet of Morrigan. “Once we arrive back in Milky Way galaxy we will attend the annual meeting of many ships like this one. According to what Matt has shared with me. There will be destruction aplenty, and the need for the eight of us to act in tight coordination.” He mind imaged the dragon shapes of the other seven Dreadnoughts that were led directly by Matt and Mata Hari. “Think you can work with
Mata Hari squinted, as if peering at a vidimage, when in truth his mind image was as clear to her as any mind image she sent him via the Positron Emission Tomography Squids that were embedded just under his scalp. “It can be done, Matthew. Your women are fast learners. As is George. We will be ready for the Anarchate. All of us.”
He believed her.
Blinking, Matt refocused on the forward holo image of black space sprinkled with orange, yellow, pink, red and golden jewels that marked the diverse stars of the Small Magellanic Cloud. Beginning now, they had a journey of 190,000 light years to make. A journey they had made before, albeit with a few surprises along the way. Hopefully, their return as a fleet of T’Chak Dreadnought starships would be an unexpected surprise for the leaders of Combat Command. Who no doubt had plenty of records of his battles with Anarchate battleglobes. But they had no way of reading his mind. And he liked being a sneaky human with the power to cause havoc among those who ruled home galaxy.
CHAPTER FIVE
George sat naked in the Interlock Pit of Inevitable , the T’Chak starship he’d transferred to several stops back. He missed the blond curls and brown freckles of Suzanne. She had sworn to be his lifemate. As he had promised her the same. But now she piloted her own T’Chak Dreadnought, the starship Lorelei . As did Eliana aboard the Altuna . They were three of the inner ring of eight T’Chak starships, including Matt’s Mata Hari , that now lay next to the Magellanic Stream, not far from where they’d met the Bogean Harmony starship that resembled two pyramids joined at the base. Nearby glimmered the golden metal of two gifts left behind by the Bogeans. A gift it was up to Matt to claim.
“We could pick up the Bogean gifts, George,” said the soft voice of Inevitable, who carried the persona of a female T’Chak.
While his ears heard her voice, George felt her impatience to do something as it filtered into his mind over the fiber optic cable that was socketed into his neck. He gave her a mental smile. “We could pick it up since BattleMind shared with you the Bogean code that signals Friend. But the Bogeans knew only Matt’s ship, Mata Hari . I suspect those two tech gifts are tuned to only his ship’s EMF signature. Anyway, it would be impolite.”
“Impolite?” said a green mindglow that represented Inevitable’s courteous but unyielding persona.
Avoiding ocean-time linkage since the eight of them were awaiting the arrival of the other five hundred T’Chak starships, George PET thought-imaged him and Matt in combat suits as they covered each other during the attack on the genome slaver pirate ship. “Matt trusts me. I trust Matt. Equally vital, we have shared thoughts during his training of me, Eliana and Suzanne on how to handle optical neurolinking. He leads. We support. Doing otherwise would be impolite.”
The green mindglow transitioned to the shape of a dragon-like T’Chak, a dragon whose black wings and toothy snout were slightly smaller than the twelve-foot height of BattleMind. In his mind she spread her wings, curled her wing claws and glanced around the darkness of intergalactic space as if anxious. “But it is boring to wait here, doing nothing. After my long sleep I ache for action. For doing complex work. For— ”
“ Soon,” George interrupted, mindimaging the genome slaver ship that had attacked the Irish settled planet of Morrigan. “Once we arrive back in Milky Way galaxy we will attend the annual meeting of many ships like this one. According to what Matt has shared with me. There will be destruction aplenty, and the need for the eight of us to act in tight coordination.” He mind imaged the dragon shapes of the other seven Dreadnoughts that were led directly by Matt and Mata Hari. “Think you can work with
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