Olx

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“Well, we are well past GalNet range.” Circuit said sitting behind his console. He had insisted to come along, as this was a real Karthanian freighter and not my own marvellous ship disguised as one.

I had contemplated to take the Tigershark, as the Janus mask could have been easily adjusted, but I wanted Har-Hi to have all its resources available, as I was convinced he had to face more than just old fashioned atomic bombs.

“Might be as well, Mr.Circuit. It will prevent me to call back every five minutes and give Har-Hi the impression I am second guessing everything.”

Narth, quite fascinated with his first real disguise said.”I am certain this is what he feels you are doing, regardless of you being able to call.”

“This is a strange thing to say, Mr.Narth, I have full confident in him and everyone of my crew. He is not just my friend, but my XO. I am certain he will do just fine.”

“I share your confidence in him, but I also know him. He looks up to you and will question his decisions, hoping the results will please you.”

I silently sighed and hoped Har-Hi would not be hampered by that. “How long till we reach that first smelter moon?”

<span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mao in his Oghr disguise checked his read outs and said.”Twenty two hours, Captain.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I was under the impression those moons were close.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Circuit responded. “They are for the Tigershark, even for the Silver Streak, but this bucket does not have ISAH pods and in Union terms we are crawling.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sobody, who had been to the Smelter Moons before was also part of my team said. “What are we doing when we reach it?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Destroy any means of long range communication, free the slaves and go back.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">—“”—

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The truth was, I did not have a detailed plan. I knew too little about the actual conditions on these Smelter Moons, despite the detailed descriptions of those who had been there before. None of the reports and descriptions were recent and conditions could have changed, but I had a shipload of former slaves, Ithe rebels and ten of my marines. Not to mention Narth, Mao, Krabbel, Xon, Roghor and Sobody.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The last twenty one hours had past without any incident. We were now in Karthanian space and had noticed a few sensor contacts, but none changed course, hailed us or paid any interest in us.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mel, the human boy and both his Dai friends came on the bridge.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mel stared at the viewer, the star Liprois now prominent and at its center. It was a Karthanian system and contained three of the Smelter Moons, one of which was called Olx and our intended destination.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He had the youthful features of a human male who seemed to be not even twenty years of age, yet there was  the uncanny appearance of an old man. His eyes had the haunting expression of someone who had seen the worst. Having heard his story, I was convinced he did.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We are almost there are we not?” He asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes, less than 50 minutes and we will reach Olx.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Grtonner, the Karthanian now also appeared. He had dressed himself into a pink and red uniform like outfit, with finger thick swirling seams all around his upper torso. Before I could ask, he said. “This is a guild member costume, most of the guards are Ohghr and to them we look alike. None of them will dare ask me for credentials. I had planned to do something even before you arrived and help my friends to escape the smelter moon.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">--””--

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The entire region of space was in a state of panic. The Togar mobilized every resource and ship.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">All nine shattered kingdoms, even the Orkh-Oghr who usually considered themselves the strongest species, tried to remember if there was anything they did in the recent past making them the target of this unprecedented display of military might.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Oghr troops were recalled and Karthania received an apology from the Oghr king that there was no military unit to be spared at the moment.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Admiral Stahl’s suggestion to show a “little” strength in that previously neglected region of space was overwhelmingly approved by the Assembly and by Assembly decision received additional assets and directives.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">What was originally planned to be a joint military exercise with the Nul, was now a full blown military expedition. The Assembly expressedly authorized the Fleet to engage Dai, Shiss raiders, known slavers,pirates and independent planets that were known to be hideouts or safe harbors for criminals.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Union media called it the Day of Reckoning, as this region was technically an extension of Freespace, but not part of the official treaty. Both Karthania and Togr were well known to trade Human slaves.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Togar queen, the Karthanians and the Kermac had sent envoys to the Assembly after reports of the tremendous armada traveling in their general direction spread like wildfire across the region.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The senior envoy of the Togar was first and called before,the Assembly. While she was the sister of the queen and used to vast power, she felt insignificant and small as she stood at the so called focus center of the Assembly sphere.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">All reports she had heard and seen about the Union paled in comparison of the real thing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nothing in all her life had prepared her for the splendor of Pluribus, the immense battle ships that escorted the Togar ship.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">And now she stood at the center inside the Assembly sphere and it was the most frightful experience in all her life. The inside walls of this immense sphere were lined with many thousand alcoves and each contained the representative of a Union members society. As she looked around, she corrected herself. Not thousands, but tens of thousands. This immense hall; it's apex twelve thousand meters above and it's nadir at the same distance below her, was èerily quiet. The air was cool and free,of any scent. The atmosphere of it all, was almost religious and one could almost physically feel the true power of the Union, especially standing here on an almost invisible, shimmering energy platform, at its very center. This spot so she had learned only moments ago was called the focus.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A laughable, weak Holdian, member of a species she considered nothing more than a source of tasteful snacks, stood on a force field platform hovering not far from her. The Holdian wore a roble like garment and this rodent vermin was obviously neither impressed nor afraid of her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She raised her voice.” I am Kulai, sister of the Queen of Togr. I demanded to see a diplomatic representative of the Union. I did not expect to come before this collection of...beings. I also care not to be in the presence of a miniscule rodent. Have you not a more impressive species?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Holdian, for some reason was able to look at her in the most arrogant fashion, despite his small stature and alien face. “You are seeing the diplomatic representation of the United Stars of the Galaxies, Togar. The Union has done away with special diplomats and ambassadors. Every Union citizen is an ambassador and every Union citizen has a right to decide what contracts, treaties and decisions are made on behalf of the Union.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Your government sent you with a request or a message. Now deliver it.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Holdian hovered a little closer. “I may be a miniscule rodent by nature, but I am the duly elected Speaker of the Assembly and by this grace and calling, my little voice resonates the will and resolve of the Union.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">You are not Union and thus I will overlook your statement. Stature and size mean little in our beloved Union. Be it Camogi or Bandrupo, we are all Union Citizen and that means everything to us.” He mimicked the gesture of her. “Now state your business.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She straightened her stance and said. “It has come to our attention that there is an armada of Union and Nul origin moving into space that is not Union, has never seen Union war ships and will be within range of the Togr realm in only weeks at the current speed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We demand to know your intentions. Is this a prelude to war?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">An alcove was painted with a spotlight and a white Nogoll was getting up. His voice was not amplified yet she was sure everyone could hear it. “I am the chairman of the Security Council to the Assembly and I will answer your question.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Of all being she thought it was an insult well planned to have her addressed by a Nogoll. Togar disliked most other beings, but the Nogoll especially. These beings only redemption was their excellent taste.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Nogoll spoke. “The constant thread of war between the Union and the Nul has ended and our joint governments decided to demonstrate our cooperation to all societies that our focus and energies are no longer directed against each other. This demonstration is not a prelude to attack and we will not enter the declared space of Togar. Our Union has never started a war, but you may take following resolution to your Queen. This Assembly is tired of hearing the laments of family members who lost loved ones to slavers and knowing they ended up on Togar markets to be purchased and devoured. Should our fleet come across a vessel of any nation or society that carries Union citizens against their will, it will be considered an act of war. These are the instructions this Assembly gave to our Spatial Navy ratified by an Union wide vote.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Togar envoy of course knew there were many Togar ships in space and some had humans destined for Togr aboard. She also had no illusions what such a declaration would mean.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“This is not space claimed by the Union or anyone and whatever business our vessel have or whatever freight they carry is not of Union concern. There are other societies that feel equally strong about this situation.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The light singled out another alcove. The Togar gasped as she noticed a Xundran. She had no idea the Xundrans were Union members.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The bovine shaped representative had a clearly amused tone in his deep voice. “The Togar openly hinted of war against the Xundran for many decades. The Togar never talked or cared about others and now you invoke notions of common interests with others? The envoys of Karthania are right behind you and so is the delegation of the Kermac. Let us hear from them if they indeed declare to be allies of Togr and deny us the right to do whatever we want in unclaimed space, including protecting the fundamental rights and safety of our citizens, which includes Xundran.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Kermac envoy stepped forward. “The Circle of wizards and the Grand Wizard of Kermac and in extension the Galactic Council is satisfied with the explanation for the Union maneuvers. We disagree on much, but slavery and related practices are not among the subjects we oppose the Union.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Karthanian also spoke. “There are no Karthanian ships or interests past our sphere. We do not welcome Union ships within our borders, but what they do beyond is not of Karthanian concern.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Togar envoy bowed slightly. “I shall take this to the Queen and extend my thanks to the Assembly and the Union for receiving us.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She turned to leave, but then asked. “Since when are the Xundran, Union members?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Xundran answered proudly.”Since about six hours. You are welcome to stay and witness our official induction. You might also tell your queen, Xundran ships are now Union ships, the previous and quite frequent attacks on our ships by certain hunting parties, will now also be considered an act of war.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">--””--

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">OLX

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I thought the Trash Island on Sin 4 was hell.” I said while looking over the truly depressing landscape that presented itself on our viewer as we descended towards the landing field. "But this place takes the cake."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Our hail had been answered by an automated system that gave us landing permission. No one actually bothered to contact us.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The surface, as far I could see was covered by industrial buildings. Not shiny, new or clean but dark, covered with sud and grime, belching out of a forest of smokestacks.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">There was nothing alive out there, the only bright colors were projected by the many fires and smelter pits.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">This place was indeed a moon and it was in orbit around a similar dirty looking rock planet. The fourth one counting from the local sun.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mel sighed.”I never thought I would see this again.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mar-To the older of the two Dai said. “Welcome to Olx.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Moments later we touched down and I saw a group of Oghr approaching from a nearby building. They all carried prods and whips. Two of them guided a hover platform between them, loaded with arrestor cables and neck rings.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Another being emerged from that building and it was riding some sort of small personal flyer. The being was a Karthanian and dressed just like Grtonner.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Along with Grtonner and the others we went down into the Cargo hold. There was no stench this time and the cages were not locked and filled with former slaves and Ithe.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The boarding ramp lowered with a high pitched whine.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It hadn’t even opened all the way as the local Karthanian swooped in and landed his little bike sized craft more or less right before me. “Get your cargo out on the double, there is lots of work and this is most likely the last batch we get from Itheamh!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I asked. “How come? We are loaded to the brim, but there are ten thouands more to be transferred.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You stupid Thauran wench, you and your crew will be lynched if you go back. The Drak are no longer in control and there won’t be any Oghr armies to restore order.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What splendid news indeed. I guess my friends worked even faster than I could have hoped for.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Karthanian was too alien for me to really judge his reaction, but I doubted he felt very good as he saw the cages opening and instead of naked slaves, a stream of beings armed to the teeth.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It took less than ten minutes, the local Kaerthanian and his Oghr overseers were now inside the cages, still not locked. None of them would ever move on its own again.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I wanted to do it subtle and with as much stealth as possible, but unlike my friends. The fighters I had brought along did not listen to my commands, were unstoppable and swarmed like a host of demons out the ship and inside the building.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I cursed myself for not anticipating that. I was used to Union soldiers and the fleet. They might have accepted my command authority back on Itheamh especially with Ninety there, but despite my yelling and warning they had simply ignored me, screaming with unbridled anger and emotions.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I realized I was not as experienced as I wanted to believe I was.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Narth popped out of thin air right next to me, still holding what was technically my TKU. It’s discharge ring glowing bright red.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“One hopes you have another energy pack. I depleted this one.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I handed him a spare and said. “Your psionics don’t work here?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I just located you and teleported right next to you, giving evidence that the crude Psionic dampening they do use here is not effective at all.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“First the the bunch of ex slaves ignores me and then my best friend decides to point out my stupid question. I doubt no one ever pointed that out to Stahl.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I depleted the weapons energy to melt the local communication facilities and decided to use it to discourage the local operators from preventing me doing this. I never used a TKU outside of mandatory training or at power setting twelve.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I rushed inside the building complex, with Narth still next to me. Since Narth had my blaster, I carried a Karthanian line bolter, which was more or less a copy of the Kermac main side arm. It was nowhere near Union TKUs but so far there was nothing to shoot. There were mangled and torn bodies of overseers everywhere.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You do know this is one of the old style TKUs, right and level 12 is enough to fell attacking Y’All under shields.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I am aware of this now and one is revising his opinion about weapons, they are useful indeed.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The building was clearly some sort of slave training and induction facility, with rows of concrete benches, attached shackles and a huge view screen. The screen was smashed, and so was everything breakable in sight. The rear of the hall featured four open cage style elevators. All four shafts were leading down.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Just as we reached the shafts, a blood curling war cry came from below. It seemed hundreds of voices, all at once. The cry was in Dai Than, and meant vengeance.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Can you get us down there?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I finished the word ‘there’ while my surroundings had changed already. We were on a metal walkway, with perforated floor. To the right countless rows of prison like cells, the doors open.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">To the left an immense chasm of many hundred meters. I counted 25 tiers with the same long rows of slave cells.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">At the ground floor, which seemed an area where slaves were fed as I deducted from the tables and demolished serving counters. Dead, mangled and charred bodies of overseers, guards and a few slaves strewn everywhere.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As I looked up, I saw more rows of cells. “How many slaves did they keep here?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“In this facility, approximately 25,000. The slave population of this moon numbers 6.5 million according to their computronic records.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Six point five... million?” It begun to dawn at me just how stupid I really was. I cursed silently as my impulsive action to leave my own ship light years away, not even with a real plan. Especially not wasting a single thought on the actual extend of my actions.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">--””--

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was over sooner than expected, but still took over a day. The Smelter moon Olx had fallen. I learned there had been just a little over one hundred thousand guards and overseers. In itself a big number, but not enough to quell a full blown slave revolt, supported by an army of ten thousand Armed and angry ex slaves. Narth and Circuit had not only disabled the moon’s communication facilities, but disabled the computronic systems that governed the automated slave worker containment and control systems.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Without control over the punishment collars, sentry guns and force field curtains the guards stood no chance.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Among the slaves were more than eight thousand Dai, even some of them had been born on the moon they fought with a veracity that was frightening.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The moon itself was a sizeable celestial body without a breathable atmosphere, very low temperatures and nothing even remotely in terms of native life.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The actual smelter and factory complex was a sprawling city sized compound with most of it deep underground.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The guards and overseers for the most part didn’t seem to live in conditions much better than the slaves, in a forcefield and sentry gun protected part of this city sized factory. Only the small portion of Karthanian managers and engineers lived in relative good conditions, but still in rather depressing surroundings.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Just like on Itheamh there were vast fields of ship wrecks and mountain sized heaps of stacked scrap pieces. Simple warehouses were filled with salvaged parts, plastics, spaceship parts and large container sized crates with waste materials.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I stood in the heavily damaged office of the Smelter Moon manager. He was one of the few survivors. Most guards had found their fate thrown in the huge smelter furnaces that gave this moon its name.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">With me were Narth,Sobody, Xon and the Mar-To the Dai.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Karthanian manager was wounded and beaten up. He wore crude applied bandages and a blinking slave collar around his rigid neck. He had not spoken a single word so far.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Grtonner came in, wearing his Guild member costume, this time the manager reacted. “Traitor! Wearing the regalia of a guild master and collaborating with Xenos, is even more offensive than what has been done to this facility of the Hull Builders. That you are a slave worker, freed by this scum from Itheamh is obvious but where did you get these garments of a Engine Builder?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“They were bestowed to me. I am Grtonner Icylemh, the rightful Guild Master of the Engine Builders. Yes I have been a slave on this moon, many years ago. Sent here in bonds and in shame, betrayed by your master. We freed many thousand Karthanians today, all sent here for voicing their content and opposition against the dictatorship that holds our proud and ancient civilization hostage for so long.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In your slave pens and in all my years of exile, I found friends among those called Xenos. The reign of the Hull Builders is about to end and the First Engineer will punish you all for what you did.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The smelter moon manager was clearly shocked, more so than by by his recent ordeal. It was even obvious to me.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“This can’t be! Grtonner Icylemh has been killed, thrown into the smelters. Your name forbidden to be mentioned.” Then the manager laughed in the strange way Karthanians laughed. “You failed to wake the Engineer back then and it sealed your fate when you attempted it. This is just one moon, there are many. What chances do you have against mighty Karthania?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“One moon yes, the first to fall. I returned from the dead and Karthania will not fall, but soon be free again!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mar-To stepped up to the manager. “You should be concerned what will happen to Karthania when the tribes learn about your dealings with Cam Elf Na.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mar-To held up a control device and pressed a red colored stud. The manager screamed and collapsed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Mar-To spat and hissed “This is for my mother, you had pushed into the compactor.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">While I should not had let it happen, I did not stop him. I knew how he felt, I too saw my mother killed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I sighed and turned. “Now what? We have millions of slaves and I am sure Karthania will investigate why one of their moons suddenly fell silent.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sobody pointed towards the viewport. “We captured fourteen Ore and scrap transporters. We have enough cargo space to transport them back to Itheamh. It will be crowded and there won’t be food or much water, but I am sure the former slaves will manage for the two days the trip will last.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Grtonner flicked his black tongue and said. “Why stop here? There are two more smelter moons in this system. We have an army fired up for revenge. It will take Karthania weeks before they react and without Oghr troops, not even able to react at all.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I have a mission and a Ship. This excursion was more foolish on my part than I realized.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Narth said.”I recall General Cherubim saying: Nation building is very difficult, rarely successful and opens a can of worms of problems. “

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I recall that too, and Har-Hi warned me as well.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He seemed oblivious to the effects his words had as he said.”It might also help recalling the words of The Eternal Warrior as he said :Once you get things like that started it is very hard to find a good place to stop and once events are in motion, be prepared to see them through to the end. You decided to help and that is commendable, but that means you are in charge and responsible for the entire show.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Narth not only recalled word for word, but somehow managed to say them with the same tone and voice of Admiral Stahl.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Narth put his hand on my shoulder. “I am not oblivious to your emotions. I recalled these words to give you strength and confidence, as the Admiral always seemed to evoke in you.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It did not work this time, my friend. I have to admit I am out of my league.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Erica, he gave you his approval to see it through and he promised to help. I am sure he is doing just that and just now. The ship is in good hands and I have confidence in you to make the right decisions.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“This time it was not Stahl.” I gave him a thankful look.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I turned to the others and said. “This is what we do…”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">--””--

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">ITEAMH

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shea was suddenly in command. With Narth being the third in command gone with the captain, she was now in charge of the ship. Something she never envisioned to come to pass.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">With her emotions still heavy on the loss of Har-Hi, she had returned to the ship and wanted Elfi to make contact with Command.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Elfi, holding the Conn had teary eyes while she gave her report.”The local news are all abuzz about the tremors, they were recorded as a magnitude 4 quake. The remaining Drak leadership has openly invited the Instigators for a meeting under the flag of truce.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shea almost flew to her science console, linked her battered science scanner. “SHIP,help me to analyze my last scans. The energy being used a trans-dimensional portal to come here, maybe Har-Hi used it to escape the destruction.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shea then tried to pull herself together. She was in charge now and the captain would be back soon, expecting her to have everything under control.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ Thank you, Ms. Petetis, please establish a connection to command. I must inform them and ask for instructions.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Aye, Ms. Schwartz.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ensign Fivcheer now acting as OPS officer said.” Lt. Schwartz we have a visitor requesting to be admitted aboard.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shea was distraught by the recent events and snapped.“Tell them we don’t accept any visitors right now and we are very busy.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Just then Hans called, he was still at the site and Elfi patched him on the Bridge viewer.“Lt. Schwartz, I have important news.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shea wanted to dismiss the distraction as she went over her data, but she was no longer just the science officer, but also the acting commanding officer. “Please be quick. Mr.Neugruber. I have important data to analyze.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ma’am. Starman Suit and Three-Four managed to create a passage to the underground chamber. It is not collapsed, like the rest of the underground facilities. The place has a neutronium laced protective shell and we managed to locate the entrance.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We found Lt. Hi’s TKU but no body or any remains. That gateway this creature has used is also still there and Tyron thinks there is an advanced computronic type system operating it.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I am on my way!”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A new voice joined in. It came from the IST. “Do I have permission to come aboard?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">They all turned as Stahl walked past the Nav Tank and onto the bridge.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shea could not help but feel relieved. Somehow everything would turn out alright, the Eternal Warrior was here.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Permission granted, Sir.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“That you are busy, I can understand. That I was denied access however is a new one.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She glared at Lt. Fivcheer and said.”I apologize, Sir. I did not know it was you.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well thankfully this is the weirdest ship in the fleet and your AI granted me access.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">SHIP said. “Sir, I take full responsibility.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Never mind, SHIP. you are as I understand an officer and carry rank and an officer can and must evaluate every order given. I am actually impressed.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He stepped before the command chair with a stern face, but his eyes reflected kindness and compassion. “Lt. Schwartz please give me a full report of the situation.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After she had done so, in an almost breathless fashion. He sat down on the visitors chair and said. “Lt. Schwartz, go with your team and investigate the Alien hardware in that hole. I am assigning myself temporary to this crew and take the conn. You are a very good officer and I am sure you would have mastered the situation without me, but tying up the best asset we have to get more answers would be foolish.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.” She felt like a million pounds lighter and rushed to gather her equipment.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Stahl changed seats and sat down in the command chair.”While I wished for a different set of circumstances, I always wanted to do that.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Shaka sitting idle at the helm, turned. “Sir?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He smiled. “Being part of your crew, Mr.Ndebele. Sadly it won’t be a permanent assignment but going with your Captain and this ship, stirring up trouble has an allure, old warhorses like I still dream about.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He straightened. “Mr. Neugruber, what is the current situation locally? I came ahead of fleet and did not digest any details yet.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sir, with the death of the High Magistrate and the Secret Police chief, the Drak apparatus was without leadership and almost immediately collapsed. There are some riots and protests mostly directed against Drak leaders, but the rebel leader Ninety has been declared interim leader for the entire planet until the situation has been calmed down and elections can be held.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">His first official order was to curb violence against the Drak and remaining Karthanians. Then he addressed Karthania officially and declared Itheamh a free planet.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I read Lt. Senhadjii’s evaluation of this Ninety and the footnotes in Erica’s report. He seems to be a real leader and might have what it takes to unite this world indeed.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Elfi turned.”Sir, he is speaking right now on local channels.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Put it on the viewer, Ms.Petetis.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The Togar and former leader of the Instigators stood behind the same lectern, the High Magistrate had used when he was addressing the people. The Drak symbol was replaced by a colorful flag. He was flanked by two Ithe, a Karthanian and a Drak officer, still wearing the gray coat but no rank insignia.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He spread his arms and said. ¨People of Iteamh. Ithe, Drak and every being that has called this place home either by being forced to come here or by choice. We are all Ithe today and race or origin are no longer dividing aspects. I am Togar and it is with great honor and not without a deep sense of modesty I am standing before you as leader appointed by you.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">While I will remain your leader until we have sorted things out, I won’t be your leader after that. We have been under the heel of leaders for too long and I believe our future needs administrators for the technical aspects of a society, it no longer needs leaders.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">There is a society beyond the heavens, mightier than the Togar and the Kaerthanians together, yet it has no leaders. It is governed by all its citizens. Anyone, big or small, rich or poor has the same voice and the same rights.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Many of you know about the Union and some of you recall their visit only a few years back. They invited us to return with our application to join, when we speak with one voice.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The day has come, we do speak with one voice. I will not ask you to make this decision lightly, but it is I who recommend it. Our planet is in disarray, we have many sick and hungry.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As a free people alone we are at the mercy of the Karthanians who won’t like the events that transpired and may retaliate.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We are too weak to defend ourselves against raids from Dai Than or Togar. The Jooltar are not to be forgotten, they too love taking what is not theirs.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A fleet of Union ships is approaching this region of space and with their help we can be ourselves and free of external threads.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">So I ask you, all of you to weigh the alternatives and all the facts and make a decision, should we apply for membership, or do we face the future alone?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">While other beings took to the lectern and started to voice their opinion, Stahl said.”She did it again.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Elfi responded.”Admiral, Sir you already know about the call ?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What call?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“The USS Kilman of the forward scout group is requesting assistance handling approximately six million former slaves, crammed to the very limits in fouteen Ore freighters and a ragged fleet of other smaller craft. They have just reached unclaimed space and according to this came from the Smelter Moon Olx.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:49pt;"><span style="font-size:22px;font-family:Georgia;color:#ffffff;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">--””--