standing by and one huge craft hogging nine stations.
“Good lord, what is that?” She tried to stop in her tracks but Ikvaro pulled her along.
She began to get the idea that it was their new diplomatic ship when the door opened and Talon ’s voice came out. “What do you think, Aggie? I even have a gunner turret if we need it.”
“They moved you?” Smiling at Ikvaro, she stepped inside and looked at the huge vessel that replaced the two-person shuttle.
“Yup. This station is one system over from Morganti, so they brought over some experts and transferred me. Well the bit of me that is already generated.”
“Wow. Is your call sign still the Grey Talon ?”
“I am now the Diamond Talon. It was Ylor’s suggestion.”
“Well, Talon , when do we leave?”
“Pen is just putting your wardrobe into the chambers with Ikvaro’s. As soon as you are strapped in, I will apply for departure clearance.”
She looked at Ikvaro. “My clothing came here? I thought it was going to the hospitality centre.”
“It was, and when you were in medical, I had Pen clear our room and bring everything to the ship.” He grinned, his teeth flashing white.
“So, are you fully retired from being an Enforcer?” She gave him a suspicious look.
“While you were in the tank, I was asked to resume an altered duty. I am now your Keeper.”
She burst out laughing and walked down the long hall, past the galley and the small lounge, past the open door of her quarters where Pen was putting her lingerie in a drawer with a deliberately bland expression. She finally arrived at the control deck and she settled into the command seat.
Ikvaro settled in the nav station and Pen took up a seat at the instruments console. Twenty minutes later, they were falling through space until Talon could engage the engines and head for Zenfar.
It took eighteen hours to reach Zenfar and only one hour for Ikvaro to abscond with her so they could join the twelve-thousand-mile high club for whatever world they were passing.
Ylor joined her in possession of her body as they landed on Zenfar, and he coated her in power while they walked across the tarmac toward Wovian.
He had come out to greet her, but Zenfar halted his enthusiastic hug. Wovian-Zenfar bowed to her as she approached. “Greetings wandering brother and Avatar.”
“Greetings, Zenfar-Wovian.” He extended her hands, and Wovian-Zenfar put his hands on top of hers.
Energy was exchanged and details were shared on a planetary basis. When the ancient minds were done, they left them standing there with their hands together.
“You finished growing up, Wovian.”
He let out a happy shout and picked her up, swinging her around. “I thought of you every day since you left me and I hoped you were well. You are an Avatar as well now?”
“I am. He offered to save my life in return for a ride and it seemed like a fair trade.” She smiled gently and touched his cheek.
His nose twitched. “You have a mate now?”
She jerked her hand back. “You can tell that?”
“Of course. You smell like Selna but you are a Terran. Which one is yours?”
She looked over her shoulder. “Ikvaro. He is the Selna.”
“They are both Selna. One is just an albino. All the sensual potential and not allowed to use it.”
She looked over at Pen who had obviously heard. He shrugged and smiled with a nod.
“Oh-kay. That is unexpected. Right. So, can I keep the ship?”
“She is yours, Aggie. Is there anything else you need?”
“What are your clothing designers like here on Zenfar?”
He looked her over. “I think we can do better than that. You need something though. I think I will sponsor you to get some etiquette lessons at Morganti Citadel. They have a Moreski noble who can whip anyone into shape. You will need it if your career is going to take a sudden turn. Your guards can only keep you physically safe. To deal with rules and etiquette, there is no one else that can do what she can with those
“Good lord, what is that?” She tried to stop in her tracks but Ikvaro pulled her along.
She began to get the idea that it was their new diplomatic ship when the door opened and Talon ’s voice came out. “What do you think, Aggie? I even have a gunner turret if we need it.”
“They moved you?” Smiling at Ikvaro, she stepped inside and looked at the huge vessel that replaced the two-person shuttle.
“Yup. This station is one system over from Morganti, so they brought over some experts and transferred me. Well the bit of me that is already generated.”
“Wow. Is your call sign still the Grey Talon ?”
“I am now the Diamond Talon. It was Ylor’s suggestion.”
“Well, Talon , when do we leave?”
“Pen is just putting your wardrobe into the chambers with Ikvaro’s. As soon as you are strapped in, I will apply for departure clearance.”
She looked at Ikvaro. “My clothing came here? I thought it was going to the hospitality centre.”
“It was, and when you were in medical, I had Pen clear our room and bring everything to the ship.” He grinned, his teeth flashing white.
“So, are you fully retired from being an Enforcer?” She gave him a suspicious look.
“While you were in the tank, I was asked to resume an altered duty. I am now your Keeper.”
She burst out laughing and walked down the long hall, past the galley and the small lounge, past the open door of her quarters where Pen was putting her lingerie in a drawer with a deliberately bland expression. She finally arrived at the control deck and she settled into the command seat.
Ikvaro settled in the nav station and Pen took up a seat at the instruments console. Twenty minutes later, they were falling through space until Talon could engage the engines and head for Zenfar.
It took eighteen hours to reach Zenfar and only one hour for Ikvaro to abscond with her so they could join the twelve-thousand-mile high club for whatever world they were passing.
Ylor joined her in possession of her body as they landed on Zenfar, and he coated her in power while they walked across the tarmac toward Wovian.
He had come out to greet her, but Zenfar halted his enthusiastic hug. Wovian-Zenfar bowed to her as she approached. “Greetings wandering brother and Avatar.”
“Greetings, Zenfar-Wovian.” He extended her hands, and Wovian-Zenfar put his hands on top of hers.
Energy was exchanged and details were shared on a planetary basis. When the ancient minds were done, they left them standing there with their hands together.
“You finished growing up, Wovian.”
He let out a happy shout and picked her up, swinging her around. “I thought of you every day since you left me and I hoped you were well. You are an Avatar as well now?”
“I am. He offered to save my life in return for a ride and it seemed like a fair trade.” She smiled gently and touched his cheek.
His nose twitched. “You have a mate now?”
She jerked her hand back. “You can tell that?”
“Of course. You smell like Selna but you are a Terran. Which one is yours?”
She looked over her shoulder. “Ikvaro. He is the Selna.”
“They are both Selna. One is just an albino. All the sensual potential and not allowed to use it.”
She looked over at Pen who had obviously heard. He shrugged and smiled with a nod.
“Oh-kay. That is unexpected. Right. So, can I keep the ship?”
“She is yours, Aggie. Is there anything else you need?”
“What are your clothing designers like here on Zenfar?”
He looked her over. “I think we can do better than that. You need something though. I think I will sponsor you to get some etiquette lessons at Morganti Citadel. They have a Moreski noble who can whip anyone into shape. You will need it if your career is going to take a sudden turn. Your guards can only keep you physically safe. To deal with rules and etiquette, there is no one else that can do what she can with those
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