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Galactic Chronicles Book X



GC 10: Eric Olafson, Stars ship Captain



Vanessa Ravencroft, McCullough County, Texas 2011 ©



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This is the ninth book in the Galactic Chronicles Series and the 5th book in the Olafson Saga



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Dedication:



<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">This Book is dedicated to a99515 and Silvak. A99515 for being my oldest friend on Fiction Press, he has long since then became a true and real friend. Lady Gaga can keep her 1 million Face book friends. All together they aren't as true and real as A99515. Silvak, for being perhaps the first Vulcan I ever met in real life. Pointed Ears? No. Alien? Yes...but a legal one. I call him Vulcan for his razor sharp, logical mind. His methodical love for detail and I like to honor him with this dedication for working so hard on the Wiki.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Foreword:

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Year is 5021 (Old Terran Time). The Milky Way Galaxy is teaming with life and sentient species. Earth is now known as Terra and part of the United Stars of the Galaxies, a multi-cultural mega civilization that by now stretches across two quarters of the Milky Way Galaxy and has a foothold in the Andromeda Galaxy. There are over 5030 distinctive member civilizations calling themselves members of the Union. The United Stars Space fleet protects this mega civilization against external threats.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Eric Olafson, born on a cold world called Nilfeheim raised under harsh conditions of a very traditional inward looking society of Neo Vikings left his planet to fulfill his dream to become a Star ship captain.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He had reached that goal much sooner than he expected and is now the commanding officer of a unique Star ship, the USS Tigershark. The ship is state of the art and incorporates the finest technologies of the most advanced civilizations of the Union.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Together with his truly unusual crew he is sent into Freespace to hunt Pirates and Criminals.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">In order to hunt Eric and the Crew of the Tigershark pose as Pirates themselves.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Eric used to be198 cm tall and weigh almost exactly 90 kilos. He still has gray eyes and some say he moves with the same purpose and grace as a Tiger or Nubhir Wolf.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Like everyone from Nilfeheim he has a greater tolerance to freezing temperatures and is able to stay submerged under water for a very long time because of gills and eyes that are adapted to see well under water thanks to a second set of clear eyelids. His muscles are denser than that of a standard human, allowing him to swim longer and deeper. Due to that he has great endurance and is much stronger than he looks.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He loves fish, has a very clear sense of honor and hates unfair situations. Even though he doesn't like to admit it, he carries the same short temper of his father and is more often than not ready to face a challenge with his fists or weapons.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">But all this has changed. Eric now lives as Black Velvet, a female Render captain of mysterious background and feared by merchants and other pirates alike.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Currently he appears to be a gorgeous female with beautiful long blonde hair and a killer body. His greatest wish fulfilled and his secret desire no longer a secret, he isn't so sure anymore what or who he is.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">That he now looks like the fairer sex has done little to change his general approach to problems, head-on.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He is still oblivious to the fact that he is destined to play a central role in an ancient conflict of cosmic proportions, but something is stirring...

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Author

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Vanessa Ravencroft

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Chapter 2: Prelude: Nilfeheim October 5347

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Prelude: Nilfeheim October 5347

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I stood at the south most tip of Tusen Kipa Beach and looked over the churning waves of the Ocean. It was the 7th of October 5347, Eric's birthday. I realized it was my birthday, the birthday of Eric Olafson. Humans had this tradition to celebrate the day they were born. Neo Vikings however celebrated naming day, and I had been named Eric. The name itself had been used many times in both of the Ragnarsson and the Olafson family lines, yet in my case it was an oddly fitting name. The given name Eric is derived from the Old Norse name Eiríkr. The first element, ei- is meaning "one" or "alone" or aiwa meaning "ever" or "eternal".The second element -ríkr derives either from *rík(a)z meaning "ruler" or "prince".The name is thus usually taken to mean "one ruler", "autocrat", "eternal ruler" or "ever powerful”.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">My old mentor Skallagrímsson explained that very meaning to my mother and at least in human terms this name, I had to agree, if a name was needed was quite fitting to what I had become.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">It was here, Uncle Hogun had taken me in the year 5014 to show me how to shoot a blaster.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The big boulder I had split with my first shots was still there.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I reached out with my mind gathered a fraction of my will and released it gently and made the boulder whole again. It was just a boulder yes, but destruction came so easy to me and wisdom so late.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Back then it was an empty beach, but now and just a little to the east, stood a new burg. It was called Hogun's Rock and it had been built mostly by the strong arms of my beloved uncle Hogun. Even now as the last vestiges of what it mean to be human faded, a warm feeling reached the very core of my being as I remembered this titan of a man, who had the strength of four man. Yet I did not remember him because if his strength but of his gentle heart.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">But no matter how strong he was, he was human and he too had met the one stronger than all. Uncle Hogun had died 222 years ago at the age of 112. He had not been buried at sea but under a stone plate in the yard of his own burg. In his dying wish he declared he would arm wrestle Thor and the day he won he would return from Valhalla and lift the plate of his own grave. He died with a bellowed laugh and for the first time anyone could remember a tankard of ale dropped out of his fist.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Elena was gone, and so was Exa. Even Eric Narth Olafson, the god-child of the Narth representative was now and old man. He understood much about the Narth, as much as a human possibly could, but he could not share the Hugavh. He would eventually perish as well.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I did not even know who it was that occupied Hogun's Horst. I did not really know the name of the ones now carrying the name Olafson on our own rock,or who it was that claimed the position of Clan Chief. All I had to do was to expand my mind and names and answers came to me, yet those things faded to be important.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Yes it was good I came here one more time, but I was ready to go now and once I left I would not return to Nilfeheim, yet I was certain a fraction of me would always call this little planet home.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I glanced once more over the vast oceans and caught myself wishing to see once more the white magnificent form of Tyr breaching the waves and silently thanked him for showing me that there was indeed a third way.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I took an instant step and moved from the beach right back into to my old room in the tall tower overlooking our Burg. Circumventing the space between two points in space was easy for me now.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I no longer feared or disliked Psionics and if I wanted I could have adjust Nilfeheim's orbit around its sun and eliminate Longnight altogether but that would destroy a delicate balance and destroy Nilfeheim as surely as the planetary incendiary bomb we stopped so long ago would have done.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Most things in the Universe did not need to be changed and Nilfeheim was just fine as it was.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I smiled underneath my own hood at my memories remembering the days I hated, disliked and always somewhat feared Psionics; and now I found Psionics primitive and inadequate.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">My eyes fell on an old leather bound book lying on my desk. It was a molecule by molecule copy of the original log book of the Tigershark, the original of course was kept in that musky, hallowed archive on Annapolis Planet where all Logbooks were kept. This copy was a gift of McElligott; the former Admiral of the Fleet.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Ah yes I wanted to finish telling my story. My fingers brushed over the paper and I noticed the date of a particular log book entry and next to the book my old PDD where I promised to write down my story. I better sit down and continue.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">There is no real appointment I have to keep. I could sit here and write a thousand years, but the urge to leave this part of my existence behind grew. For all I was and for all I became I was also still Eric, a Neo Viking and we kept our word.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Ah yes, I had stopped just before we reached Brhama Port. Oh that was still early in my life, and there is actually still quite a bit to tell.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">So if you like follow me and read how it all happened.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Chapter 1: Into Free Space

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Free Space was not a natural region, it existed only on maps, in Nav-Tanks and Computronic files.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Its boundaries had been defined by diplomats and delegates during the last Armistice Conference on the planet of Intergalactic peace.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Big Four, the Blue and about seventy independent space faring civilizations discussed, argued and finally agreed on this region. It was to act as a buffer zone between the Big Four and give those who did not want to ally themselves with one of the big powers a place to exist after their own fashion. One of the stipulations was that no official ships or parties of any of the Big Four were allowed to enter Free Space, including Military ships, law enforcement or even science expeditions.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Free Space was meant to be a Free Trade zone for civilian commerce and traffic enabling commerce and slowly enable lasting peace.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Big Four, namely the Shiss, the Galactic Council (Kermac), the Nul and the United Stars of the Galaxies watched that none of the others broke that treaty, but they all did, not openly of course.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Free Space did not turn out to be the region of peace where free commerce and civil exchange of culture would erode the differences as the dreamers, diplomats and Utopians hoped it would; instead it became a breeding ground of pirates and a destination of the lawless from every corner of the Galaxy. Planets like Sin 4, Alvor's Cove, Kalimant ,Drogs and N'ger gained notoriety as places where law and order meant nothing.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Most of the seventy societies that signed the Treaty to remain independent regretted their decision as their worlds became the target of pirate attacks and Slave raids.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The biggest independents were the Togar, the Kartanians and the Shattered Kingdoms of the Oghr.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kartanians hated the Togar and the Togar disliked everyone, except for dinner. The former ancient Oghr Empire, shattered into Nine Kingdoms were constantly fighting among each other, didn't get along with the Togar and considered the Kartanians hostile competition and agitators. To all the freelancing pirates and Renders came the Shiss sponsored, openly denied and condemned Shiss Raiders, Countless schemes and covered actions of the Kermac and the undercover fleet of the Union. Not to mention the not always legal dealings of private corporations.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">So far it seemed only the Nul actually kept their part of the treaty and showed little interest in Free Space affairs.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">In other words, Free Space was dangerous, completely lawless and far from peaceful.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Terrans called this spiral shaped star island the Milky Way Galaxy, The Saresii called it Nsorothee and like everything Saresii it sounded refined and melodious but literally translated it meant Giants Sneeze.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Every star faring civilization had their own way to describe this incredibly beautiful spiral wheel. Stars were born and stars died. Black holes slowly rotated through it all, devouring energy and matter alike. It was a seemingly eternal process an yet there was a beginning and an end to everything. In cosmic terms this was a young Universe and this Galaxy had only completed about sixty rotations. For most living beings it was simply impossible to really comprehend the time of just one such rotation. 225 Million Years was simply a number, something abstract and beyond any understanding. Compared to that what significance were the 3000 years the Union existed? The Uni and the Pree rose and disappeared within one single rotation. The Saresii and the Seeinans clashed with the Dark Ones just about a Million years ago.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Such time spans meant little to the beings in the shiny cone shape spaceship that just dropped out of Quasi Space here at the edge of one of the spiral arms. Inaudible to living ears electronic feelers stretched out in all directions testing and scanning the surroundings.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The crew of that pointed metal object measured time in days and hours and the muscular, dashingly dressed ship master was not concerned with galactic time spans, he was more concerned about the here and now. If everything went to plan they would enter what the Kermac called secure space of the Galactic Council

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">They had traveled further across the Star spiral than ever before and had arrived at space none of his kind has ever reached. His ship was the pride of the Xandrao Empire, bristling with weapons and crewed with the finest and best space warriors the Xandrao Star Academies could produce. There should have been no reason for concern, yet he was a seasoned Ship master and like many of his kind who were in such a position for a long time developed a sixth sense for conditions that weren't quite right. He felt that insubstantial, unexplainable tingling down his spine that told him something was not as it should be.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He paced nervously behind the row of the twelve scanner and sensor operators. Each was a highly trained individual from the Royal Academy and they did their jobs well. Xandrao scanners were incredibly complex systems and required constant calibration.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Behind these scanner operators sat the co-relator who typed the sensor reports into the Situation Calculator. It was a very demanding position and required much concentration. That this was an unnecessary complicated way of doing things, especially on a space ship was not entirely lost to the Ship Master but this was the way it had been done on Xandrao ships for a long time and no one really ever called the Xandrao a very practical race.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">With a sigh he noticed Prince Albra step through the access doors and come up to the Command Center.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The prince was a favorite of the emperor and thus it was him who was sent on this perhaps most important mission in Xandrao history. The prince was no fool and quite intelligent, despite the centuries of inbreeding among the noble houses and approached Noldra Dorrx the ships head master. Compared to the gold and silver glitter laden uniform of the prince the ship masters red and gold trimmed uniform appeared quite plain and subdued. Albra masterfully swirled his cape and in a theatrical gesture and said with his high tenor voice. “I missed you at the table and had to entertain the Kermac envoys all on my own.” The Ship master bowed slightly as it was required but despite the presence of the prince, he kept his eyes on the readout of the threat and situation calculator. Without making the necessary respectful gestured he said. “My presence would have not been noticed with you in the room. All eyes are on you, all ears are on you and all attention is given to you when you are present.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The prince looked down at himself and nodded, “Yes of course and I do look rather dashing tonight if I may say so. The Kermac envoy gifted me this cape. Don't you think it is fabulous?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“It will be the envy of all the Beauty Boys at court no doubt.” Nolbra hoped the prince would get bored and leave the command center.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">However instead of the prince leaving; one of the Kermac envoys followed by two of his Dolbarian servants also decided to visit the command center of the ship. Nolbra could not suppress the annoyed snort that passed his nostrils. He didn't like anyone strolling onto his Command Center without having business there but there was not much he could do or say. The Prince far above him and as a favorite son of the Emperors he was in command whenever he wanted. The Kermac were important guests of state and the representatives of a mighty galactic power.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kermac, a bipedal being was much smaller than even the smallest Xandrao. Unlike the Xandrao he had no fur or hair at all and the alien's skin was snow white.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Nolbra, the Ship Master was covered with a coarse short brown fur form head to his hoofs. Two massive horns protruded from his forehead just above his fur covered ears. His arms and legs were bulging with rolling muscles. Compared to Nolbra the Kermac looked fragile and weak. That envoy did not even have a tail. Again a snort of disdain escaped his flared nostrils. The Ship master was certain the Kermac's man hood was just a small, there was certainly no room for a Xandrao sized penis underneath that flimsy robe. Everything was small and weak about the Kermac in his opinion. According to the Emperor they were an old species and if you believed their claims they were the undisputed and technically most advanced species in the Universe. That was a bold claim, but the Xandrao information department claimed that the Togar knew and feared the Kermac.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">That Kermac also demonstrated at court, that he was able to somehow sense the thoughts of others.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kermac envoy made a sweeping gesture towards the view screen. “Why are we not trans-light, what is the meaning of this delay?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra flared his wide nostrils and curled his lips. “We just crossed the void between the spiral arms and it taxed our engines to the very limits. We must pause to service them.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kermac somehow managed to look down at the much taller Xandrao and said. “I forgot how childish primitive your technology is.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Prince said. “Yet your ships seem to be unable to reach Xandr as you came to us aboard a Dolbarian ship and from what I have seen theirs are not that much superior to our technology. I know our Emperor and my beloved older brother thinks much of you but frankly so far we only seen visuals and recordings about that Kermac supreme technology. How easy is it, to manufacture such recordings can be seen every week in our Visual View Domes, where they show make believe stories.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kermac's smooth face was moved by an emotion of anger. “Your's is a childish race and you are but a servant tasked with providing conveyance. No explanation needs to be given to you. Yet I will lower myself to do so. We can not travel in our magnificent ships as this is Freespace, a region where Kermac ships cannot go. I explained that to your Emperor.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The white skinned envoy gestured towards the view screen and deep space. “You soon will see Kermac might and splendor and you will beg to become a serving member and shiver in fear.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Prince standing behind his Ship master was used to speak his mind from birth and so he said. “Then explain to me again why the mighty Kermac cannot travel here. Who would dare to deny you, as you are the declared masters of all?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Ship master noticed the growing anger in the Kermac’s face and the clenching fists. “No one of course, we Kermac are supreme. No explanations are needed as they are beyond your limited intellect to understand. Now get this ship moving so I can show you Kermac might indeed.” With these words the Kermac left but the Dolbarians remained. The Prince actually sat down on the Command Seat, technically reserved for Noldra only, but if it kept the Emperors son out of his way it was a good thing. The prince stared after the leaving Kermac. “It almost appears as if he was afraid of something.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra crossed his massive arms and stared through the view port in the eternal night of interstellar space, not responding to the prince's observation. As far as Noldra knew, the Kermac were the masters of a huge Star Empire with many member species that served them and in return received the benefit of protection and wise guidance.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Xandrao themselves conquered and ruled over a mighty twenty star system empire. Their fleet was feared and respected by the Furze, the Dawn and their immediate Galactic neighbors the Yotenen even conceded a disputed star system to them, without fighting as they knew how dangerous it was to raise Xandrao anger.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Yet he had traveled more than most of his kind and he had seen the ships of the Togar and the Jooltar and he knew just how aggressive these cats could be and how incredibly advance their technology was. That the Xandrao weren't the most powerful or most advanced sentient species was a fact that was not lost to the Emperor; and so when the Kermac Envoy showed up, he agreed to send this mighty war ship and one of his favorite sons to establish closer contacts with the Kermac. The Kermac had told about an association of many sentient species called the Galactic Council. An association the Kermac ruled and if it all was true, it was a foregone conclusion the Emperor would decide to join that Galactic Council.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Just like the Emperor, Noldra as a high ranking member of the military has seen the intelligence reports on the expansionist Togar. They ruled over a region of more than hundred sixty star systems and appeared to have technology even more advanced than the Down.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Xandrao would fall if the Togar decided to expand and this was the real reason the Emperor even considered the Kermac proposal.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He moved his spoon shaped ears and they twitched just as the ears of his far distant ancestors did to shake of the flies that had troubled his kind for so long it had become a genetic habit.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Then he said to his Engine Maintainer Chief who appeared on a viewer screen. “Don’t give me excuses, tell me when will we be able to resume trans light?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The technician down in the engine room had his horns cut to short nobs as every Xandrao of the working class was required to do. Despite this, the engine maintainer knew about his value and position and said without lowering his head as he should have done. “I am not making any excuses, Ship master, I am informing you that our engines were strained to the very limit and that I recommend we land at a suitable planet so I can exchange the Main Core with the spare we have along.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Your recommendation is noted and dismissed. Will you be able to service them so we can reach this place called Kermac Prime?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“It is hard to predict, but I assume we should make it.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I have your Man pieces cut from between your legs and make you a field tilling Grox if we don’t. Now tell me how long until we can resume acceleration?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“If the main core fails before we reach that destination, Ship Master. None of us will have enough pieces left for anything. To answer your question, we should be ready in three hours.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra cut the transmission knowing that this was actually a very good time, switching injectors and replacing mag shields was a big job and usually took half a day, doing it while in space and in three hours was a testament just how good his Engine Maintainer was.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The prince on his command seat had fallen asleep and started to snore. One of the pressed cakes made out of the finest herb infused grass, the prince liked so much had rolled out of his hand and across the floor. His jaws moved and chewed the cud returned from his ruminant stomach in a slow steady rhythm.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra sighed as he watched drool from the maw of his prince dripping all over his chair. As he did he noticed the still remaining Dolbarian. Neither of the two small beings had said much during the entire visit and now they simply stood there, only their bushy tails twitching.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra didn’t like the Kermac much and he found these Dolbarians laughable small, but they had fur and they had tails and that was something positive in Noldra's opinion of things.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Dolbarian tails were not anything like the thick rope like tails with a paint brush end all Xandrao had. The Dolbarian tail was fluffy from start to end, but it was a tail and to him it was easy to decipher the tail language and knew the two were nervous. So he decided to ask and said. “You appear apprehensive, at least that is what I think your tails signals mean.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">One of the Dolbarians gestured towards the viewer. “We arrived in Freespace, big Ship master If we read your Charts right we are in a region called the Devils Playground.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Your masters have not really explained what this Freespace is and why is this called the Devil’s Playground?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Dolbarian looked surprised. “You do not know about the Big Four and Freespace?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The other Dolbarian said. “You Nift, they are from Downward and there is little contact. We are not supposed to tell them about the Big Four or the Union. The Kermac do not like to be reminded that there are others who do not agree with the Kermac self image.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“You are the Nift, you just did!” snapped the other back.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra said. “You are guests on my ship and guests of my Liege. I can not order you to tell me, but if you know anything I should know about this region of space then tell me. It is your life too that could be in danger.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">One of the Dolbarians looked towards the door as if to make sure the Kermac was gone and said. “We are lucky that our Kermac Masters are not of the highest order and their Psionics are mediocre at best and we are slowly learning to slip away from their control”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The other spread his arms and said. “This Area is called the Devil's playground because it is Pirate infested.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra started to laugh and then he said. “Pirates? Did you just say Pirates? You Dolbarian must be a very meek species indeed. This is the largest most powerful Xandrao ship, we eat Pirates for breakfast .”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The two Dolbarian looked at each other and one said. “The Xandrao do not know...”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra said. “I understand, you are small and weak. Pirates might be frightening to impotent and insignificant beings like you, but they do not attack war ships, only helpless merchants.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">One of the Dolbarian put his small fur covered finger on the map display and said. “Over here are the Karthanians, more advanced than the Togar you fear, but far less numerous. Here are the Nine Shattered Kingdoms of the Ohgr. The Orkh-Oghr could easily eat you for breakfast so to speak. Their empire once was vast and mighty, internal quarrel tore it apart. Yet they fear neither the Togar nor the Karthanians.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">His little paw moved to another spot and moved in a circle that included at least a thousand light years. “Here are the Nul, warriors that make you look small and weak. Not even the Kermac would want to anger them.” Again his hand encircled a large area at a different section. “This is the space of the Shiss, mortal enemies of the Nul and fighting them for over 3000 years and they are not really loosing.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The other Dolbarian leaned over the map display and pointed with a small needle sharp claw on a single star. “That is where the Holdians are. Our distant cousins.” Again the other Dolbarian scolded the slightly smaller one. “You are the greatest Nift I have ever met. I am trying to tell this ignorant Bovine about the Big Four before our Taskmaster decides to come back and prevent any further education of the ignorant and you tell him about the Holdians. They are insignificant.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He chirped something sounding very angry, Noldra did not understand and then the larger Dolbarian used his claw to draw an area that more or less included a quarter of the entire galaxy and then he repeated the move and added a sizable area of another quadrant. “This you ignorant Xandrao fool is the space the Union controls, it is them the Kermac fear like nothing else. The Kermac and all the Galactic Council together lost three war against them. Not the Nul, not the Shiss, not the Togar and all others I have mentioned could hope to prevail in a war against the Union even if they all banded together. Oh Xandrao Ship Master heed my warning and never anger the Union, they are slow to anger but if they do, they unleash the Terrans and if Terrans go to war, you will learn that anything you ever knew about war is a child's dream.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The other Dolbarian said. “The Union, the Kermac, the Shiss and the Nul are the Big Four and they have signed a treaty after the last armistice conference. It is called the Free Space treaty and it defines an area of space. We are in that region right now.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra snorted. “I don't believe you. No Empire could be that big. It would take years to travel from one end to the other. Messages would travel for ages, it would be impossible to govern.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The other, the smaller Dolbarian was still pointing at the Holdian home system and had paid little attention. “They are not insignificant, they are Union now.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The bigger chirped defeated and said“I must concur and revise my statement about the Holdians. and you Ship Master of the Xandrao, it matters little what you believe. You will remember our words the first time you face a Union Battle Ship.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra no longer paid attention to the wild phantasies of these furry aliens as the scanner operators reported. “Unknown ship contacts approaching.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi the Dai was sitting in the Command Chair of the Tigershark as he had the Conn. during the second dog watch. It was another hour to midnight OTT and the end of his shift. The USS Tigershark perhaps the most unusual ship in the Union fleet, with the most diverse crew ever assembled was on her way to a place called Brhama Port. This was an independent mining outpost in a shattered star system and also a notorious pirate port.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">At the Navigation sat a 12,000 year old Golden who had been the undisputed, absolute leader of his kind, and sort of still was. It was his first time on this posting. Krabbel the Archa spider and senior navigation officer was off duty, but was present anyway sitting right beside the Golden to supervise the Old Merchant handling this post. Since he was here anyway he had volunteered to take helm. While Krabbel was the ships Chief Navigator, he had a sufficient helm rating to steer the Tigershark.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">An Attikan Marine officer named Fectiv manned tactical. That a Marine manned a bridge position aboard a Union Navy ship was about as unusual as the ship and while it was not against regulations, it was virtually unheard off. But then aboard the Tigershark were quite a few conditions stretched to the very limit of standard Navy regulations and procedures. Har-Hi smiled as he was thinking all this. He was certain there was no other Union vessel with a genuine Y'All warrior manning the communications console or anything else for that matter.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Tigershark had its Janus masking system active. This unique device conceived by Narth Engineers and Mothermachine. This machine manipulated materials, energies and conditions allowing the USS Tigershark to appear as something else. This was no mere projection but a physical change that withstood the probing of any known sensor and scanning method, including of course sight and touch. The most advanced ship of the Union appeared to the world as a heavy modified old Karthanian armed trader, with crudely added ISAH pods and mostly Nul weaponry. The simulated hull featured a sloppy paint job, had welded armor plates patching battle damage. Some added in odd alignment and some even showing signs of genuine rust. The sides were decorated with a stylized silver lighting bolt and the name Silver Streak, known to be the pirate ship of the notorious and mysterious render captain Black Velvet.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">As the Dai thought about the Captain, his subtle smile deepened. If anyone in the entire universe ever deserved the description mysterious then it was Captain Erica Olafson. Har-Hi considered that human from Nilfeheim his very best friend, there was no one he respected more. He had met Eric aboard the USS Devastator while they both were in their third year. Their first meeting was anything but smooth but their animosity turned into a deep friendship fast. That human from a wild and cold world full of humans calling themselves Neo Vikings was as honorable as a Dai Than warrior. Yet Eric had some sort of gender issue and wanted to be female. This was the reason, General Cherubim choose this old identity of Black Velvet in the first place. So Eric could become Erica and don't have this issue clogging his mind. Har-Hi did not understand why, to him it was strange why a accomplished warrior and blade master like Eric would have such desires.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Yes of course he knew about the Saresii who basically made gender bending the core of their society, but Eric was not a Saresii. Har-Hi shrugged at his own thoughts. Eric or Erica as he wanted to be called now, had changed only on the outside. He was the same ready to fight in a minute Neo Viking warrior he had always been and he would follow Eric or Erica to the gates of hell. Deep down however Har-Hi had the feeling that Eric's change was not permanent and he would eventually become Eric again.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi turned his head and saw one of the ships engineering officers, a small rodent like fur covered Holdian and asked. “Everything alright with the tractors?” Because they were towing a Pirate ship.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The little Holdian answered. “Yes Sir, once the mass is in motion it takes very little to keep it going. The material stress and shear forces are well within expected tolerances.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi said. “We once towed a full size Hospital ship with a Barracuda destroyer. Back then we were beyond any tolerance, but of course we had Circuit, holding it all together.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Golden said without taking his eyes of his read outs. “I really want to hear all the adventures you and the Captain had. It seems there weren't many dull moments.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi was both relaxed and highly alert and the tall Dai Than turned back towards the Golden. “Indeed, Mr. Sobody there weren't many dull moments since I met our Captain.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">A black shrouded being, a genuine Narth, who of course like all Narth had no individual name, sitting at OPS said. “I have not yet managed to understand what the exact definition of a moment is. Is it more than a minute, less than 30 seconds. The expression of taking a moment or waiting a moment is quite confusing...” He interrupted himself and said. “Sensor contacts, at 7.9 degrees due course, distance 4.1. Hostile activity possible. It appears quite similar to our previous encounter.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har Hi swiped over a field screen to get a visual of the scanner contact and nodded. “Pirate action from the looks of it indeed.” He adjusted his posture and added. “This is why they call this region the Devil's Playground, Mr. Narth. “ Then he said. “All stop, Mr. Krabbel. SHIP go to Yellow and be so kind and inform the Captain. She said everything that crosses our bow is fair game.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The voice of the ship AI responded. “She is on her way.” And since SHIP was way more than just a standard ship Computronic she added. “Knowing our Captain she will make sure they cross my bow.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi was sure even the shrouded Narth was smiling at that comment.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Yellow Alert and SHIP's voice caught me on deck R just as I was about to jump into the cold water of the ships swimming pool. “Captain we have three contacts on scanner horizon. First situation assessment suggests two pirates and a third ship of unknown configuration about to engage in hostilities.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Nothing for days, but each time I decide to take a swim, there is something.” I sighed and said. “Maintain yellow alert and I am on my way.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">SHIP of course had her audio sensors open and since she wasn't like any other Ship AI I knew, she said. “It was you who wanted to be informed about any scanner contact. We could not even have to change course to give them a wide berth around it and you could go back swimming.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I gave the shimmering inviting water a last look and said. “I can swim anytime, this isn't a leisure cruise and I am the Captain and must set an example. Why I am even explaining such things to you? You know we can't leave things unchecked. It's part of our mission.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Because I am your SHIP and I like have things explained to me by my Captain.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I jumped into the auto dresser and dialed for my usual pirate outfit. Of course I could have stayed and finished my swim and let Har Hi handle the whole situation, but this would have been highly inappropriate out of a number of reasons. I was the captain and it was my responsibility. We had standing orders to investigate any ship contact during our mission here in Free Space and besides this was what I lived for, I could swim anytime. While the Auto Dresser assembled the leather outfit around my recently altered body, I once more remembered Captain K'Tngnk lesson. He had told me while he let me steer his Pounder Class Battleship : “Encounters in deep space were usually extremely rare and most situations developed in or near star systems, the usual destination of space ships.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">However this was Free Space and the region we traversed right now was called the Devil's Playground for a reason.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Our galaxy consisted of spiral arms. Each arm was made of billions of stars, but between these spiral arms were the so called spiral arm gaps with almost no stars. These gaps were thousands of light years wide. Ships using conventional, known propulsion systems were limited how far they could go. Civilizations using Hyper jump technology jumping from gravitation well to gravity took an enormous risk trying to jump a gap and civilizations utilizing ISAH type Quasi space FTL were limited by the fuel they could carry and the FTL engine maintenance cycles needed to maintain the utmost critical Quasi space super symmetry.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">So ships that traveled from the down ward sector to this region of space needed to make the jump across the gap and then find a star system to refuel or drift in space until maintenance could be completed. Depending on the technology level such maintenance could take from a few minutes to a few days.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Downward sector was virtually unknown to the Union, but it was safe to assume it was just as populated as the rest of the Galaxy or the known universe for that matter. From Har Hi and now from Sobody, the Golden I learned that there was steady trade and traffic between all these unknown societies and with the Togar, Oghr, Karthanians, Jooltar and many of the smaller independent species and societies.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The space closer to the Galactic core was dangerous because of the many young violent suns, terrible radiation and not just a few murderous singularities and white hole matter fountains and the space to the other direction was thinly populated in terms of stars. All this conditions concentrated cross spiral arm traffic in this region and made it rich picking for pirates ans privateers.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Our current course more or less followed the that outer rim of the Scrutum Centaurus arm of our galaxy. Several pirate nests, independent trade bases were suspected to be located here and somewhere in this region was Brhama Port our first destination to make my first official appearance as Black Velvet and introduce the Silver Streak to local eyes and establish ourselves as major player in this lawless region of space.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">It was the core of our mission to identify these hideouts, gather intelligence and assess, identify and whenever possible engage and eliminate pirate activity.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Only a few days ago we intervened as we witnessed a pirate attack on what seemed at first a harmless civilian freighter. That freighter even belonged to a Union company and everything but harmless. After we captured and boarded the freighter, we found a horror freight consisting of human body parts and human captives intended to be sold on the Togar meat markets.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">That horror freighter, it's crew and the human freight was on its way back to Union Space aboard corporate security ships send by Enroe industries and we were towing the pirate ship sans its crew behind us, with the intend to sell it at Brahma Port.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">My ship, the USS Tigershark was currently disguised as a Karthanian armed Trader named Silver Streak. To disguise an entire Star-ship we utilized by a marvelous device called the Janus System. I was quite certain that the Tigershark was the most unique ship not only within the Union fleet but perhaps in the entire galaxy. It represented the very pinnacle of Union technology and had been in development as part of project FISH.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">We operated not under regular Union Fleet authority but were part of the secretive X Fleet and under Command of NAVINT, the Intelligence service of the Unites Stars Navy.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Our disguise and our undercover approach was necessary due to the Free Space Treaty. This contract between the Big Four and about 70 independent civilizations, made it a war causing offense for any of the Big Four to operate war ships inside Free Space territory. No space ship operating under official authority of the Union, the Shiss, the Nul or the Galactic Council was allowed to cross these treaty defined boundaries of this demilitarized buffer zone between the Big Four.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">This condition was used by pirates and criminals to escape pursuit and prosecution and Free Space had turned into the most lawless region of space.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Admiral McElligott, the immortal administrator of the Union fleet had foreseen this, right when the treaty was signed. He created the X fleet, secret outposts and the Chimera units and also initiated project FISH.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">My ship was pretending to be pirate vessel and I had taken on the disguise and identity of a female render captain Black Velvet.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">While all this went to my mind I reached the bridge simultaneous with Shea, Mao and Shaka.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Almost like choreographed, Har-Hi got up in a fluent move so I could sit down in the command chair and so did everyone else; my senior staff found their stations.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I sank into the leather of my Command seat and as always all doubts, all uncertain feelings left me. This is where I belonged. “Engineering disengage tractor fields and set the the Mighty Nine to drift. Tactical go to standby and pre load snipers. SHIP, Battle view.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Circuit, my X101 chief of engineering confirmed tractor projectors deactivated. Mao removed the safety locks of the weapon controls and my Command seat was pushed up into the battle view dome. I now had an unobstructed view of space, a simulated computronic enhanced view of course, bridge stations reduced to floating icons, ready to be accessed by eye blinks and the intuitive controls under my hands.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">At 11 degrees towards galactic East and at 3.9 light years distance, three bright icons floated in deep space, representing the scanner contacts.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har Hi spoke after he collected the different department reports. “The two contacts I am marking red conform with energy and material scan signatures to known pirate ships. One of tem is the 340 meter Anarkra and the other is the 360 meter Meronka. Operated and owned by a pirate sister duo known as the Terrible Twins. Hans is receiving detailed Intel as we speak. Both pirate ships are heavily customized DeNoir Balric Corvettes,legally sold surplus from almost 700 years ago. Shea's power distribution analysis on the board now confirms Mao's armament estimate. They both have very good Shimmer Shields in Union Standard triple layer configuration and both are armed with real Nul Froth Casters. Both ships would pose a serious opponent to the Silver Streak, together they would be more than a match to the ship we are supposed to be.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">His voice made a short beak and the third symbol now changed to blue. “The third contact and apparently the focus of the pirate ships is a massive 1000 meter ship of unknown configuration. Energy signature and preliminary material scan data suggests it to be a product of Tech Level 6 ot even at best. Detailed weapon or material scans are not possible with the scanners and sensors we are simulating. The shields of the unknown ship appear to be standard energy and matter repulsors, no para- or trans-dim signatures present. Situation analysis suggests they are about to engage in hostile activities.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Alright then let us welcome the strangers and reduced the number of pirates in these region by two. All hands Battle Stations. Raise Shields. Krabbel take us to the out most range of our Snipers. If at all possible I like to stay out of the range of those Froth Casters and clip their claws before we get any closer. Mao prepare for Micro TL and see if you can time your fire whenever the alien ship fires.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi said.”That's not a bad idea at all, they never suspect us but think it was the Alien.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Ship master Noldra was actually glad the uncertainty was over and his gut feeling had once more proven to be more accurate than the scanners. Two ships of unknown configuration were approaching.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kermac had returned to the bridge and the Prince woke from his nap. Albra blinked with his big brown eyes. “What is the matter, how can anyone find some rest with all this commotion?” Noldra fumed. “Your excellency do you want to lead our vessel into combat against two unknown hostiles and remove me from command?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“No of course not, I have full confidence in...”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra was close to physically drag the Prince out of his Command stool. “Then get out of my seat, now and take that pale piece of Alien offense of my bridge, your Majesty.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The prince got up with a hurt expression and Albra sat down. “Raise our Energetic Fences at once and prepare to launch Revenge Bringers. Operator see if those Aliens can be raised on the Etherwaver.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kermac did not leave and neither did the prince, but the Command crew around Albra functioned and did their duty. The white skinned ambasador of the Kermac pointed at the visual viewer. “Don't waist your time talking to them. Commence all resources to propulsion and continue to approach Kermac space. That space rubble will not dare to follow.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Kermac, you return to your quarters and remain there or by the First Emperors Holy Manhood I have you dragged there. We can't go trans light until we have serviced the engines.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Kermac was outraged but knew when it was a good time to remain silent.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Operator of the Ether Set turned. “We made contact to them and they demand our surrender. They will spare our lives if we hand over all valuables. They have not identified themselves.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Then our answer will be clear. Let us hand out something valuable indeed. Launch Revenge Bringers one through twenty..”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Xandrao ship to ship missiles were very fast and able to reach near light speed in a hurry and shut down their space cutting infra fields moments before impact, bringing 50 kilos of relativistic mass to bear traveling at 99 percent of light. They were equipped with the best computers Xandrao engineering could come up with and had the ability to split into multiple attack vector war heads. The missiles had just launched when the Xandrao flag ship vibrated from enemy weapon impact. Lights flickered and seat restrains activated as ship gravitation was lost. The prince and the Kermac neither of them restrained started to float.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">One of the analysts reported. “Enemy is using a Gravitation based weapon of an unknown advanced technology and it collapsed our energy fences.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The enemy ships intercepted several Revenge Bringer missiles, but a good number impacted on their shields wearing them down. To the suprise of the weapon operator, his missiles had disarmed and disables the ships with the greatest precision. “Ship Master, our Revenge Bringers have disabled both ships. For some reason I can't explain our war heads have penetrated the enemy ships shields and armor and destroyed both enemies offensive capabilities and propulsion.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Finish them off!” Yelled the floating Kermac.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Noldra really wanted to finish off the Kermac. He too saw the result of the Revenge Bringer attack. In all his years as a war ship commander had he seen a more surgical result. The two alien ships had their weapons, propulsion and shields destroyed, completely vulnerable and ready to be boarded. To his weapon officer he said. “By the six horned Rox that rules the fire meadows. Your targeting calculations will earn you a stoob of the Emperor. I make sure of that!” He added. “Reload the tubes and fire a second volley.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Another officer reported. “Ship Master Noldra we are being called from a third ship that just appeared on our instruments.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Mao grinned proudly over his wide face. He had just disabled both pirate ships with a series of high precission sniper shot and he said. “Those pirate sisters are using old Union DeNoir ships and I knew exactly where to aim.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I said.”Good shooting Mao. Shaka get us closer. Elfi see if you can hail the unknown and establish communications.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Narth said. “The new comers are from Downward and it appears they are here for the first time, but they are not here for exploration reasons. I sense a Kermac among them.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I slapped my hand on my arm rest. “And here I was, wanting to spare new comers and what is it we find? Yet another GC thrall species. Not that they should be here with a war ship like that in the first place.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Elfi said. “I have made contact, Captain. They are using a simple audio only Tachyon Radio I send greeting in all common languages and they responded to Kermac Lingu right away.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Put me on.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Comm Link open Captain.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“This is Captain Black Velvet of the Silver Streak. To avoid any confusion. I am a Pirate and we are here to make a profit. At first I wanted to let you go,but since you are Kermac associates you are violating the Free Space Treaty. Surrender and shut down all Energy consuming devices. This demand is made only once, Kermac Scum.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Shea said. “Captain, they are about to release another volley of their missiles.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Can we prevent that without blowing them to pieces?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Mao said. “The missiles are released individually, but we could blow their force field generator and then Tech Stop the whole ship.” “Alright do it.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">--””--

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Mao's approach worked. All three ships showed no energy activity and life signs appeared inactive.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Sodoby threw up his little arms. “We continue like this Captain and we are done soon, cleaning all Freespace. We should open a used ship dealership. With this marvelous ship we going to make a killing.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har Hi turned and smirked. “We going to run out of stasis boxes soon.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Krabbel said. “We can always pack them in spider silk, almost as good as stasis boxes and we can stack them nicely.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I cleared my throat. “Mr. Neugruber take two teams and secure the pirate ships. Har-Hi put an away team together we are checking out the alien ship and see what the Kermac have to say for themselves.” --””---

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Almost an hour later I had reached the alien ships bridge. Our tech stop and paralysators have worked like a charm this time, everyone was asleep and and none of the alien ships equipment worked.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi stood beside me and said. “Don't you think they look like Terran cattle?” He pushed a sleeping alien aside who was still floating, as there was no Artificial gravitation either.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Now as he said it I had to agree, and I remembered the large feed lots on Wichita Planet and the endless herds of cows.”Yes, there is a resemblance.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Shea who had come along, pointed at a large alien strapped to the command chair. He was wearing some sort of colorful harness with lots of gold and a cape like mantle. Otherwise he was his furry self and she said. “At least we can be certain he is male.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I gave her a side look and said. “And you noticed that huge thing right away.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“A pure scientific observation and conclusion of evaluating a visual examination.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Yes I would have put it exactly the same way. I think they haven't invented pants or modesty .”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Narth stepped closer and also looked at the being in the central chair and then at Shea. “How can you determine he is male by visual inspection alone? This being is not registered on GalNet.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Shea pointed at the being. “They appear to be Carbon based life forms, and have physiological similarities to other mammalian species. The appendix like organic feature so dominantly displayed between the beings legs, make me very confident that he is indeed male.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi had strange grin on his face as he said .”You identify as a male Narth right? Don't you have something like that as well?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I held up my hands. “Here we are on the bridge of an alien species, and what is it my Senior staff is discussing?” I shook my head in a over acting theatrical manner then said. “Mr. Narth once you done examining and discussing the reproductive organ of our sleeping bovine beauty. I would like you to make sure we contain all Kermac before they have a chance to come around. Mr. Hi coordinate with our Security Officer and confine and secure the crew of this vessel; and you Ms Schwartz. I like to see a detailed assessment on their technology as soon as possible”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I tried to be all serious and professional, but I had a hard time to keep my amusement out of my voice as I saw Narth look down on himself saying. “Yes I was supposed to emulate a human male and accessing physiological data I just realized that the corporal shell I was given, is faulty and inadequate equipped.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi put his hand on Narth's shoulder as they walked out. “Next time you go to your Narth place, that is something they need to fix. “

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I missed Narth's reply as Circuit who was working on the ships systems turned and said. “Sorry Captain their tech is very primitive, simple binary circuits, digital stuff and not well shielded. Our Tech stop melted most of it.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Can we hook up something of ours? If life support does not come back on soon, they won't survive.” I said to him and pulled a floating Kermac on his foot down so I could examine him closer. “

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I am replicating nanites as fast as I can, so we can restore basic life support first and then fix their systems. In terms of Computronics they are not Tech Level seven, more like five or six at most.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Do we have to evacuate them before life support conditions deteriorate and become life threatening to them?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Circuit shrugged his shoulders. “ Hard to say. We have maybe three to four hours, before temperatures drop to far. Their hull has a sufficient layer of lead to reduce radiation, but not completely opaque to ionizing radiation like Union Hulls. It's primitive tech and my nanites should be able to repair it, but it is a big ship and it will take a while before I can really make sense of it all.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Keep me posted.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Fective, the Attikan Marine appeared from one of the access doors and stomped in his camouflaged battle suit across the deck. “Captain we have completed the survey of the pirate ships. We secured the pirate crews in Stasis boxes and our Golden is still checking for loot. The ships are inoperable and need dock time if they are to be repaired.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Thank you, Lt. Fective. Tell Sobody to wrap up his scavenging and then destroy both ships. After that get every available hand over here and help Mr. Narth and Mr. Hi and fine tooth comb this ship. I want every Kermac in PSI Shielded Zero Stasis with Marine guards and robots watching them, if they are so much as twitch, you have the authority to eliminate. I really don't trust them.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Fective nodded inside his suit. “We don't have much exposure to the Kermac at the LMC, but I went to Union school of course and I never heard much good about them.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I held up my hand showing two fingers. “I like Shiss, Pertharians, Klack and even Y'All. I am the most un-biased Norse ever to step of Nilfeheim. I have Elly friends, got squiggled by Garbinis, get hugs from Archa and trust our Shail. I even did the spooky thing with a Narth, but there are two species my spotted friend I do not trust: Kermac and Thaurans. We are deep in Free Space and what do we find Kermacs agitating a species of cows and very large squirrels.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">With an elegant move Warner the Holdian pushed himself off a panel he was working at and floated before me. “Those are not squirrels, Captain. I don't know who those big things are but what you call Squirrels are Dolbarians. They have evolved from a lost Diobane colony and had the distinct fortune that their planets are close to the Galactic Council during the last treaty conference. The Kermac gave them no chance to decide.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I stand corrected then Mr. Warner. I must confess I am not an expert, as we don't have any Squirrels on Nilfeheim. Now tell me how are we doing on the ships systems? If we can get their life support going, or we may have to move the entire crew of this big ship.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The little Holdian sighed. “As Lt. Circuit said, our tech stop fried whatever electronic systems they had and having a Micro load detonate in their computer core made a real mess of their mainframe.” The Holdian re enacted the explosion with a big gesture and was quite successful. “Give us three weeks and the original construction manuals and we might get them working again.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I sighed with a smile. “Then I better don't keep you from your work.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He chirped and moved back to the open panel.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Shea said. “I think we need another Paralysator sweep, I can detect their neural activity picking up.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I blinked at my Comm link and said. “Har -Hi how far along are we containing the crew?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“This bucket they call a space ship has more than 600 crew members, thankfully our bio sensors have no problem finding them. Narth thinks we got them all except for the ones on the bridge. We confined them in a cargo hold. We also found 8 terminal casualties.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“All right then, now all that is left to do is talk to them and figure out what to do.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">To Shea I said. “Let them come around, I need more information so I can decide.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">It didn't take long and the being sitting on that central position I assumed was the leader of the aliens recovered from the Paralysator effect. He was still strapped into his command chair. His first impulse was to reach for a weapon as he saw us, but he stopped as he stared into four TKU muzzles at the same time. I am sure however it wasn't the guns but TheOther holding them that made him think otherwise and freeze in his move. He said something with a loud voluminous voice I did not understand. Shea spoke to him in Kermac and he nodded but said something in a language I did not understand.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">She begun with First Contact procedures and her PDD projected simple dots. First one then two then three.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The bovine looking alien understood and responded with guttural sounds. She made fast progress. He made a snorting surprised and somewhat frightened sound as Narth appeared next to me and I felt sorry for the Alien leader. He had his ship invaded saw a real Y'All with guns and now a shrouded Narth appearing from thin air.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Narth spoke to me on our silent mental connection. “The Kermac is stripped of all devices and is in Zero Stasis. Cateria is confident his mind is compatible with our brain dump equipment.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Good idea, have her conduct the procedure and have SHIP take a look at it.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He gestured towards the alien leader. “The being before you is a Xandrao. They know of the Togar and the Jooltar but have never heard of the Union, the Shiss or the Nul. From what I gather they are on their way to visit Kermac Prime to discuss Galactic Council membership.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Discuss membership? Why aren't they using their usual Psi tricks on them?”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I do not know for certain, but since I had to probe quite forcefully to get into the Xandrao mind, a certain natural resistance to Psionics might be the reason. The Kermac mind was much easier to penetrate, especially after we removed all Psi devices and the Kermac planned to capture and dissect most of the crew to devise a way to control the Xandrao and then turn the entire society into a new fighting thrall. The Kermac seeking to find a new physical aggressive fighter and warrior species to replace the loss of the Nogoll.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“That sounds exactly like a Kermac plan. See what you can salvage from the Xandrao computers in terms of data and have Hans prepare a detailed Intel report.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Shea also observing the now reanimated Xandrao who stared at us and said. “He understands some Kermac, but they have used translation software of their now defunct shipboard systems to communicate with them. I started Language analysis but SHIP was faster as she downloaded the Xandrao language data from the Kermac Beard and its incorporated computronic. You should now be able to talk to them.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I turned to the alien leader. “I am Captain Black Velvet of the Silver Streak. Your ship was severely damaged in the altercation and lost all electronics. MChief Engineer tries to patch rudimentary life support functions and is currently affecting repairs on your ship systems, we still might have to evacuate your vessel. Your crew is secured into one location and for the moment relatively safe.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He listened to me, not saying anything, yet I was sure he understood so I continued. “I wanted to spare you newcomers, but once learned you are sympathizers and planned to become thralls of the cursed Kermac, I am no longer so inclined. From you I want to know what your plans were and what kind of scheme you and the Kermac have cooked up to cause mischief and mayhem.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Xandrao snorted angrily and said with his loud booming voice, “I am Ship Master Noldra Dorrx and this is the First Ship of the Emperor. We are on a mission of diplomatic importance. I will not declare anything to a spineless pirate, who form the looks of it is a disgusting female. A society that allows worthless females to talk and act in the presence of males is revolting. A society that allows females to command is not worth to survive. Now go away female and find me your male superior and I might talk to him.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I got closer and put my finger on his wide snout. “You are in no position to make demands and you talk to me, or you talk to no one ever again.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“You are only acting tough because I am restrained and you hide behind the guns of your four armed terror. There is no strength in you and as a female you have no concept of honor and matters of war and combat. I see you tremble already while I am bound.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I did hear Har-Hi saying. “Oh-oh. Not a good idea Ship Master...”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Just then Artificial gravitation came back on and some of the ships own lights came on and I cut away his restraints. “Go ahead Xandrao, chose the weapons. Right here and now!”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“You are a weak female, hiding in armor and behind muscle of your male slaves. Your are a cowardly pirate. Go ahead tell your males to kill me.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har-Hi sighed loudly. “Captain, this is not...”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">But I had already given my suit the Emergency release command and the battle suit opened and basically spit me out.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Xandrao lunged forward. He was almost as big as Hans and had his hands immediately on me. Instead of evading him, I grabbed him with a time tested move by the wrist and tried to execute an Aikido move that served me so well against the lumbering Y'All, but it did not work as I hoped, the Xandrao was, so I had to realize in the very first seconds, a trained fighter and not a brawler. His other fist grabbed me by the throat. And yes once again I was in trouble and it was trouble I could have easily avoided, I certainly did not act like a Union Captain should have acted, and this was not how first Contact was made.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He was squeezing the very life out of me and yet I found enough air to gargle. “Stay where you are!” To Har Hi and the others.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I got angry, not so much at the Xandrao but about myself. No I had to correct myself, the bovine alien was really starting to piss me off. He had lifted me of the ground. I was holding to his massive arm with one hand and stabbed the fingers of my other hand into his right eye, that proved effective. He screamed in pain and as I attempted a stab at his other eye he instinctively raised his arms to deflect my second attempt, released his grip on me while doing so.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I ignored the throbbing pain of my squeezed throat and kicked upward as hard as I could at exactly that exposed feature of his anatomy we had talked about earlier. He was as it appeared quite sensitive and groaned in an ear shattering howl of pain. He wiped his big arm through the air and with enough force to rip my head clear of my shoulders a powerful swing. Now free I evaded and executed an axe handle blow with both fists right at his wide snout.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">It did little more than perhaps dazzle the Alien.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He lowered his head and swiped his sharp horns through the air to the left and right, a perfectly natural move if you had horns like that, but to me unexpected and I was able to avoid them only in the last possible moment. That the horn tips were razor sharp was evident one of them gouged a long scratch across my collar, tearing the leather. Luckily for me unable to penetrate the micro mesh armor underneath. Again I managed to avoid his grabbing arms and the head swing that again brought his horns into play, by perhaps a hairs width away from my face. In all this I could have ended it easily. Narth was here and so was Har Hi, not to mention TheOther and all it would have taken was a call for help.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">A blow of my fist against his forehead, made me realize just how hard his skull was. It felt like punching a battle ship hull.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Yet I had to end this somehow on my own.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">His head swung to the other side while the Xandrao drove me backwards as I tried to avoid his horn attacks and his fast grabbing attempts. He was fast, fast enough to prevent me from really getting away. He was mad and full of frustration and it became apparent that he was an expert and trained in hand to hand combat. There was not much room left to back up, the head swung again and the only thing saving me was the wonderful new agility my altered body seemed to have.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I acted on an instinct, grabbed the swinging horns just as his neck was at the out-most swing and I added all my body weight to twist it further; my weight and momentum magnified by the natural fulcrum his horns provided. I heard a crunching sound, then the big alien groaned in an odd way. He crashed hard on the deck plating almost burring me, I let go and rolled away in the last moment.

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The big alien was making strange gargling sounds and did not try to get up. I came shaking to my feet and with a coarse, laboring voice I rasped.”Get up!”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har Hi rushed by. “Captain, let it be, you broke the Xandrao's neck. He is dying.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I wiped the sweat of my brow and tried to straighten myself into a more dignified position. “Call Cateria..”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har Hi shook his head. “Narth get the Captain to sickbay.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">--””--

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The next thing I remembered was seeing the face of my CMO and she wasn't pleased at all. “That was a close one, Captain. I don't even know how you kept fighting with a severely bruised larynx, the subsequent swelling was already causing asphyxia. Lt. Narth brought you in with not much time to spare.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I did not feel proud and as I sat up I saw Har Hi, Shea and Narth standing there. Har-Hi had his arms crossed and said. “I say it right out and in front of everyone, this isn't working. You are the Captain and you doing a great job, but picking physical fight with everyone and everything that comes along is anything but how a Captain should act. You almost died and in a situation that was not even remotely necessary.” He spread his arms. “You know we follow you to hell and back, but I am the XO and I must say this.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I lowered my head and felt a shameful frown creep into my face. “I know, I can't even say anything to defend myself. That was extremely foolish.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Captain, the warrior in me is full of awe of your fighting skills and I still can't believe you almost killed that Xandrao completley unarmed and despite an almost lethal injury, but I am not just a Dai Than warrior anymore but also a Union Officer and you are no longer just a Nilfeheim viking, but our commanding Officer. I know we do things differently than on other ships. Your instincts and your style is usually head on...” He stopped looked at Narth for help then continued. “I love you like a brother and I don't really know how to say it because of that, but out of the same love and respect and because you made me your XO I must say it.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Narth, not using his mental voice but speaking aloud said. “I wanted to agree with Har Hi, but once again your impulsive actions, guided by emotions and instincts Narth find harder to fathom than the secrets of creation itself, have yielded uprising results.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I got up after Cateria nodded and I said. “All I can say I know I acted wrong and I am sorry. I am aware that my actions were inappropriate and unnecessary.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Har Hi sat next to me with a frown. “I wanted to scold you and tell you that Union Captains don't act that way, but I know some of them do. I wanted to use this incident as an example to persuade you to proceed with more caution next time.” He paused and I wanted to say something, but he looked me in the eyes and then smiled. “ The point I was trying to make is offset by the fact that your action was not as unnecessary. The Xandrao survived thanks to Shea putting him in stasis and Cateria saving his live. He hasn't stopped talking about you and swears undying allegiance to you.”

<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He now grinned. “So while Cateria fixed your larynx, we had a little conference. Narth, Shea and the others. We came to the conclusion that you are not just our Captain and our friend but the leader of this group of ours, regardless of ranks and regulation. No one of us, not super smart Shea, not our mystical friend here and not I have This is what defines you and it would be easier to stop the Galaxy from spinning than keep you out of a fight.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I took his hand. “I promise I will listen to you and try to be less impulsive.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He grinned. “Well it would help if you stop picking fights with the wildest, biggest opponents you can find.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I noticed I was wearing just underwear and cleared my throat. “Enough of this unprofessional behavior and that includes first and foremost me and let us get back to the business at hand.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">--””--

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Back in my usual outfit I was still turning Har-Hi's words in my head, knowing he was more than just right. I had reached the Command Chair of a Union ship much earlier than I could ever hoped for. Men like Stahl and McElligott trusted me and more so my crew trusted me. I acted like the a dumb Flicker fish. I could almost hear Egill's dry voice in my head. I sighed and entered the Marine guarded room, where the Xandrian Ship Master was recuperating.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He sat on a vari-matic chair, as I entered he dropped to his knees. “I apologize, Captain Black Velvet, you have earned my deepest respect and I pledge my services to you. An apparent weaker female of an apparent weaker race has bested me, almost killed me without any weapons. You are indeed a mighty warrior. I will without reservation answer your questions and accept any fate you have decided upon me.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“There is no need to kneel. Ship Master Dorrx. I acted out of proportion. I am not out to learn your secrets, but what business do you have with the Kermac? “

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“They are not the unchallenged masters as they claim to be. I laughed at the Dolbrans just hours ago as they told me about the Big Four. I could not believe that there are Star Empires as big as the Dolbrans claim the Nul, the Shiss or these Unions control. We had a hard time to really comprehend what the Kermac claimed about the Galactic Council.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“The Kermac are an old species and they made deception and controlling others to do their bidding into an art form. They do control a sizable region, but they are far from being the unchallenged masters. They let others fight, work and provide for them.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I begin to understand but we are a proud people, but we see there are others who are stronger and who control technology superior to ours. We have reason to believe the Togar are preparing to conquer us. I have seen many reports and know these Cats love hunting and eating Xandrao. Our Emperor thinks that we could make it a costly endeavor for the Togar Queen, but we would still fall. We are in need of an ally who is strong enough to make the Togar reconsider.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">He spread his big arms, the ones who had almost crushed me to death. “Captain Black Velvet, we are aware of our boisterous nature and officially we like to see ourselves as strong and unbeatable. I do not know if you have already talked to the prince, but if you have do not heed him. He is a good prince but never an Emperor. Our liege is not as naïve as the Kermac thinks he is and neither am I, but we considered serving the Kermac as it would be better than losing it all and end up on Togar menus.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I am a fugitive, a criminal and a Pirate bound to Free Space, but you might find a viable alternative to proceed to the Union. There you would not need to be servants, but could be equal partners. Of course Union member ship must be applied for and new members must accept to uphold Union Laws. However it be better if you and your prince see for yourself and then provide your people and your emperor with the information you have gathered.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I was informed about the status of my ship. It is not able to return or move ahead. Even if your magnificent robot engineer will be able to patch things. If our encounter is any indication what this region holds for us, without weapons and energy fences covers we will fall prey to the next pirate that is less honorable than you.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I find a solution.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Another one?” McElligott said as I finished my report.”Not that I am complaining that you most likely prevented the Kermac gaining another Thrall species, but fighting a 3 meter Minotaur so he would change his mind and contemplate alternatives is not exactly the smartest way of doing things.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The old Admiral rubbed his chin. “You are at the edge of GalCom range and pretty far from Union Space. I can't send any Chimera unit to pick those Centaurs up. “ The old Admiral suddenly chuckled. “I guess my last sentence was only funny to me. Chimeras and Centaurs...ah well let me think.” The Admiral spoke with me over a 2D connection and the image was projected on a field screen. Due to the fact that we were at the very edge of GalCom reach and already beyond GalNet he could no longer establish an Avatar. “I also would love to get my hands on those Kermac.” He rubbed his chin. “See if your Engineer can't patch that Alien ship up, just good enough so it can limp to Auriga Xi and escort him until you know they are safe. We got regular Union Assets there and they can't go after you as long as you stay in Free Space. Then I arrange a rendezvous with a Chimera unit to take the Kermac off your hands.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I briefed the Xandrao Ship master and he agreed with this course of action.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The day passed without incident. The Xandrao ship would be able to limp to Trans light speed and make it to Auriga Xi in five days.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Back on the Xandrao ship I shook the hand of the big alien and he said. “I have learned a lot in a short time, Captain Velvet. I learned that there are females that have courage and that there are trustworthy pirates. I learned that our galaxy is even more dangerous than we thought it would be and that your robot engineer is not a robot, but a true magician and a genius. However I also learned that my gut feeling about the Kermac was true. I am glad there is an alternative we can present to our Emperor.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Fare well then Ship master Dorxx, maybe our paths cross again under better conditions. I will escort your vessel as close to that new Union system as I dare and then you are on your own, but I am sure you find the United Stars a helpful place and they will restore your vessel so you can return safely.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I have much to thank you for. I am not sure if we ever meet again, my prince will still be quite sore about the fact that he is tied up in the freight bay and he will of course blame you.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“You can release your crew, but remember there isn't any life support to most decks.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Oh no Captain Velvet, I like to keep him in there as long as possible. I have more peace that way and can blame you the pirates for his misery.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I am not sure what this means, but I think I have an idea.” I bode him farewell and went to the next air lock

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Specialist Warner scurried alongside. “Captain, we got all our tools and equipment back and Lt. Circuit is down in the engine room putting final touches to these crude nuclear generators. He should be done within the next ten minutes.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Very well then, let us return to our ship. Maybe after the third attempt we make it to that pirate port. “ “What about the Dolbrans, Captain?” “What about them, Mr. Warner. Did you not say they are Galactic Council?” “Can we not take them along? I mean they aren't very happy GC members and what will happen to these two?”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“We can't take them along. They are GC and we only pretend to be Pirates remember?

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Of course I know that Captain. I mean that we are pirates. But we could keep them in a room. They won't eat much.” “When the Xandrao reach the Union System, I am sure Command finds a way to get them back to their home. It's not that we are at war against the Dolbrans.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Captain, you said we can always talk to you and this is an unfair situation.. These two will be interrogated and tortured.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I stopped. “Mr. Warner of course you can talk to me any time, but we. I mean the Union won't torture them I promise.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Captain, not us, the Kermac of course. These two were sent to escort two Kermac envoys to the Xandrao and what do you think will happen if they return from somewhere Union side? The entire Dolbarian species is under Kermac Control, but not in the nice way where they are mentally controlled but in the demeaning, slave you do what I say way. The Kermac will torture them to find out what happened to their envoys and then kill them for not preventing the Xandrao to go Union Side.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I had to admit he made sense. “I sure don't want them to be tortured, but if we take them we would have to keep them in Zero Stasis for a very long time.” “Could we not fly to their home world, take a delegation Dolbrans to Pluribus? I am sure the Dolbarian want to be Union and free of Kermac tyranny.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I knelt down to be on his level and said. “Mr. Warner we have a mission, we are supposed to be Pirates. We can't simply fly into GC space, land on a Kermac controlled planet. Contact their government and take them to Pluribus.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“I know it seems impossible, but you are our Captain and you find a way, besides it doesn't have to be now. Maybe after our mission and when you think about something.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Holdian specialist was nowhere near as cute as the little Holdian commander I once knew, but he too had these big black button eyes, a pointed black snout that shimmered wet. His whiskers hung down and his round ears had a somehow sad looking position. He sighed and kneaded his tinny fur covered hand.”But of course you are right, Captain. What can we, what could you possibly do? I am sorry I bothered you with that.” “You drive a harder bargain than that Golden Friend of yours. We really can't do much about the Dolbarian situation, but we can do something about those two. Go ahead and contact Mr. Neugruber and confine those two, we might indeed have to put them in stasis for a while.” His whiskers snapped up and his ears turned into a happier position. “Thank you Captain.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The Xandrao made it, they jumped into the Auriga Xi system , where several Takkian ships and a Union Battle Ship had arrived only a few days ago to further investigate the strange blue mountain and the Conck. I was surprised to see a a Nul Annihilator on our scanners there as well.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Of course we could not get closer to investigate, we were officially a Pirate ship. Not that we made much head way so far.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">We dropped out of quasi into the almost empty star system, that the transmitted orders designated.

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Krabbel said. “Captain we are the first Union ship to enter his star system as it is still unnamed in the Catalogs. You do know it is part of my duty to update Star catalogs with survey data and it is tradition to name new star systems.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Yeoman O'Connell silently approached next to me handed me a cup of coffee and said. “Legally we could claim it too, the Free Space treaty clearly allows individuals to claim a star system that is not occupied or claimed by anyone else.” I smiled at her. “Well you forget that Black Velvet is not a real person in legal terms. Besides it is just an empty star system. We would need to remain and defend our claim too. Besides if we name it, our names will appear in the registry that is open to all even Non Union.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Sobody said. “I can claim it, we Golden are not signatory to the Treaty and we are not members just yet.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I smiled. “Okay Krabbel you name it and Sobody will claim it. Knowing him he finds something valuable even here.” Shaka chuckled. “There is already a planet called Ice Cream and I think even a star.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Krabbel made a disappointed sound. “Never mind then.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">I looked to Elfi but she shook her head. “We are a little early Captain, the USS Boulder has not hailed us yet.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">To Krabbel I said. “You aren't serious right? You didn't really say all this just so you can name a Star Ice cream?”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">The big spider raised four legs, but Mao turned and answered instead, “That was his plan Captain.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“Why don't you name it after an Ice Cream flavor, isn't there one that is red maybe?”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Krabbel shrieked happy. “What a good idea, the star will be entered as Orange Sherbet.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“What is Sherbert?”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Krabbel sounded all school masterly as he said. “Sherbet typically designates a fruity flavored frozen dairy product with a butterfat content between 1% and 2%. It's a less creamy ice cream.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Shea smiled. “Captain, our Archa Navigator is becoming quite an expert in frozen desert expert. Do you think we can use the time to closer examine the system, make a detailed survey? I would love to send a probe into the star, collect some of the dust and perhaps detail scan and survey some of the Asteroids. I bet all those Chimera Units do a lot of clandestine work but no one is doing what we should and what is the prime charter of our Fleet.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Elfi can you hail the Boulder and ask them when they will be here?”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Out beautiful Saran Comm Officer said, after working on my request, “Captain they are already here. I am receiving Priority Order from Fleet Command.” She made and adjustment and we could hear. “Code Sequence Verified, USS Tigershark you are to switch of your Janus Device and go under full shields. The approach the local star and wait for approach vector and docking guide pulse.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">“You heard them. Narth turn off the Janus Mask, Mao go full shields and Shaka take us to Orange Sherbert.”

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<p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom:0cm">Narth said. “Actually to be expected. Terrans have thousand years experience with star based stations, ever since they established Sol Castle. The Union can now freely make use of Wurgus solar Engineering and we got a a city on Bright Star.” He turned and looked at us with his glowing eye slits. “No other society known to the Narth has ever occupied, colonized or utilized the very stars like the Union does.

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