Chapter 6
11:30 PM-Day 26 since 2nd Cylon War Began
Legatus Armandus used the Colonial Binoculars he was given to survey the training field as 5,000 legionaries utilized Colonial Weaponry in a major training advance. Colonial Army trainers and officers oversaw the exercise as the legion advanced. Canvas targets across the field were riddled with chalk rounds as they were called. He could clearly see them with the night setting on. Mortar rounds exploded ahead of the advance. His boys were not yet proficient enough in mortars to participate in the exercise so the mortar teams were all Colonial as were the tanks and IFVs supporting the training advance.
“Grizzly Actual, CEF Actual, get your section aligned with Bearcat’s, don’t lead Armandus’ boys astray.” General Doreen ordered over her radio while also observing with her own binoculars.
Within a minute, the 4th Cohort realigned with the 5th Cohort.
“Impressive those radios, I would have had to send a courier and it would have taken an hour to an hour and a half to fix the misalignment. Assuming I could have seen it at that range without these binoculars. In fact, I would not have even tried for a night attack like this.” Armandus remarked as he scanned the field.
“Oh they are useful, when the enemy isn’t jamming them. This is a special frequency hopping one to counteract that. But we still have flares and smoke signals as backups. In fact, Barker is sending up a marker now to signal artillery spotters to adjust their fires if we had them in this exercise, as well as the mortar teams.” Doreen replied.
A portion of a joint Colonial and Saderan Machine Gun Company rose up and moved up to get to new firing positions to continue to provide effective fire support while the other portion waited for them to move. Further on, the mortars adjusted their fall of rounds to go further ahead of the advance.
“A few more weeks and your troops should be competent enough with our firearms to operate without our technical aid. You can then repurpose your horses and wyverns to civilian tasks or niche roles.” General Doreen commented.
“Going from horses of flesh to horses of iron and iron birds instead of wyverns, change is and always was inevitable. No doubt many holdout kingdoms will change their minds upon seeing what we are capable of.” Armandus mused as the purple smoke was popped, indicating the objective had been reached.
“This is Aeterna Actual to Alnus Actual, exercise complete.” Legatus Colt Formal, commander of the Aeterna Legion, and Count of Italica called over the radio. He had taken to the new way of war most whole heartedly of everyone.
Picking up his own radio, Armandus replied, “Alnus Actual to Aeterna Actual, good work, tell your troops to rest and meet with me and CEF Actual for a debrief. Bring your Tribunes. Alnus Actual Out.”
“Got any of that Posca?” Doreen asked as she back flipped off her perch on the command vehicle and landed next to Armandus. Her mechanical legs took the impact, which with her mechanical arm were a legacy of the First Cylon War when she defended a critical chokepoint in hand-to-hand combat on her homeworld of Canceron.
“Here, from my own flask,” Armandus offered her.
“Thank you.” Doreen accepted the flask and took a swig. “Ah, just what this old girl needed. And there are the command vehicles coming up now.”
Four Humvees came up and disgorged the Count Formal and his staff in their Colonial Battledress plus a Colonial Brigadier General and his staff.
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Admiral Belzen shook off the jump effect as his four Mercury-class Battlestars and 17 Manticore Corvettes formed up. Panache and a female Mage named Betsy La Uria stood opposite the command table from him and Colonel Belzen.
Betsy had her hands on two giant sapphires and was providing a detailed real picture of the battlespace via her scrying which combined with signals reconnaissance had revealed this Cylon Base, the first of 2 targets he would be hitting before rendezvousing with the Lokis.
“Hoshi, signal Mercuries to bring main batteries on the Cylon Communication Relay and Manticores to prepare flak projection at Killboxes 4a and 6a. Time on target.”
“Aye sir.”
“Jump signatures detected on the far side of the moon.” Belzen spoke as he picked up the phone to give orders as necessary.
“Flak fields now.” Belzen ordered.
“Sent,” Hoshi replied.
The Cylons jumped right into the killboxes which would give them the best position to launch nukes and exploded.
“Sir, firing solutions ready.” Hoshi spoke from his station.
“Fire.”
Watching the projection by the mage, Belzen saw the relay explode.
“Signal the fleet to begin spooling FTLs and pilots to their birds.” Belzen ordered.
“Pilots man your birds.” Fisk ordered.
Panache visibly braced herself for the sensation of jumping which she was still getting used to. She had no clue how Betsy was utterly unbothered by it as she scryed the next target area of a Cylon Staging Area.
“Coordinates synchronized,” Hoshi called out.
“Jump.”
Panache stiffened as her senses stretched from the temporal distortion in space time ripped by brute force of the Colonials. Hardy’s Gate was a far more stable and gentler form of what the Colonials could do. Still, she kept watch and silent as she observed in order to report back to the Princess.
“Jumps complete. Registering 40 Tylium Fueling Stations and 9 Basestars with 19 escorts of the Talon-class.” Hoshi called out.
“Make it 12 Basestars. 3 just jumped behind the 21st Moon of this Gas Giant. Nuclear launch authorized, time on target, set to proximity fuse, no burn. Let the Cylons think they are PCMs till it’s too late as they use the slingshot. Fighters clear to launch. Execute.”
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“For the Princess and the Emperor!” Decurion Darius Sol Karkaroff shouted just as he was accelerated out of the Launch Tube in his first combat sortie with 19 fellow Wyvern Fliers trained to be Viper Pilots. The past 12 days had been intense Colonial Simulator Training and class work to prepare him for this fight and now he was ready to prove himself worthy.
“Wyvern Squadron form on me and be ready to follow us in. Teal Squadron, punch us a hole through there.” Pegasus’ CAG spoke over the radio.
“Acknowledge Stinger. Wyverns with me.” Karkaroff responded.
“By the Gods, look at the size of that flock.” Trooper Menalus radioed.
“Cut the chatter and prepare to engage.” Karkaroff ordered as he tightened his grip on the throttle.
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Panache observed as the Colonials’ Vipers and Raptors and Cylons’ Raiders clashed. The preferred Colonial Tactic of using their Raptors to launch a missile volley before the Vipers exploited it was on full display.
“Incoming ordinance,” Hoshi announced before the ship shook from the impacts.
“DC teams to AA34 Frame 6.” Belzen ordered over a phone.
“Hoshi, signal Manticores to attack the Refineries. Mercuries to engage the enemy more closely.” Belzen ordered.
“How close?”
“Right down their throats.”
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Karkaroff watched the Mercuries’ engines flare as they accelerated before blasting another Raider. Further off in the rear, 9 nukes went off, taking out a trio of Basestars.
“Stinger to attack groups, continue protective cover of the Mercuries. Xerxes, your squad on me. Wyvern Leader, take point with your Squad.”
“Acknowledged Stinger. Wyvern Squadron, stay close to your wing mate and prepare for long range fires. Execute.”
Karkaroff throttled up and pushed the accelerator as his squadron of 20 Vipers opened up at a new mass of Raiders, forcing them to break up. Rolling into the attack, Karkaroff went for a deflection shot at a Raider, destroying it. Switching to missiles, Karkaroff gave his orders.
“Wyvern Squad, switch to missiles and engage the Talon, execute.”
Sensing their obedience and their close formation as flak burst around them, Karkaroff waited for the tone to blare loud before yelling, “Fire!” Pushing hard on the button, Karkaroff watched their missiles slam into the Cylon Escort and cause it to spin out of control before breaking up.
“Wyvern Leader, head to way point 490 and link up Makarov’s group. We’re going in deep.”
“Copy Stinger, Wyvern Squad, stay with me.”
As one, the Saderan Knights flew into the developing swirl of dogfights breaking out at waypoint 490. Tracers crisscrossed Cylon tracers, as the Saderans engaged in support of their Colonial Kin.
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Glass shattered in the CIC from several impacts and Panache wondered why they even used glass here if it was only to get shattered and form a potential hazard.
Betsy’s Projection showed the Cylon Basestars taking multiple main battery rounds and breaking apart. Manticores began launching missiles at the Tylium Refineries. Within a minute, the refineries exploded in massive firework displays.
“Cylons spooling up FTL drives. They’re running. The Mobile Tylium Refineries are destroyed.” Hoshi reported.
Belzen picked a phone and handed it to Panache, “Panache inform fighters to make combat landings. Hoshi signal fleet to jump to the Rendezvous upon fighter recovery.”
Taking the phone, Panache did as Belzen asked. “All fighters, return home, combat landings authorized.”
Betsy shuddered and fell to her knees. “Water.” She croaked.
Panache grabbed her cup and brought to the Mage. “Here Mage Betsy.”
Betsy drank greedily before speaking again. “I never had such power before; normally I can only see a vastly smaller area. Even then it took a team to coordinate a proper scrying. It’s why it’s an avoided field; the resources to do it are expensive and rare. Finding a sponsor is hard even amongst the nobility who can afford the reagents. Often what we get are metaphors and vague outlines. This is a whole new power which will earn me a doctorate when I return to Rondel.”
“I have visited numerous Oracles, whose skills seem to be in your area. But they use Chamalla and what they say is often riddles and metaphors. Really good ones can repeat verbatim what was said in meetings they never were present in and in perfect voice emulation. Mayhaps I can arrange for some to assist you.” Belzen interjected.
“Thank you, but for now I must rest. Piercing the fabric of space and time has been tiring.”
“I understand Mage Betsy, thank you for all your assistance.” Belzen smiled before returning to his duties. “Colonel Fisk, arrange a telecom of the Commanders after the rendezvous, we have to plan the next stage of our attacks to shake the Cylons off and buy more time for Virgon and Leonis till the Saderans can tip the scales.”
“Wyvern Leader to Pegasus, all aboard, nothing but toasters behind me.” Karkaroff’s voice came over the intercom.
“FTL’s ready across the fleet.” Mr. Hoshi announced.
“Jump.”
Grabbing the phone again, as the Jump completed, Panache called Wyvern Leader. “Decurion, report status of your flock.”
“Lady Panache, all returned safely. You can tell the Princess we fought with honor so she can tell the Emperor.”
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Arpeggio approached Coda Village, as she did so; the village folk felt her aura and stared at her in equal parts awe and terror.
“Greetings, is Master Cato and my sister Lelei here?” Arpeggio asked the butcher’s boy, now a young teen since she last saw him.
“Your holiness, Master Cato and Lelei are still here. They just came back from business in Italica.”
“Thank you Micah. I shall go see them now.” Arpeggio graciously thanked the Butcher’s son with a reassuring squeeze of his shoulder as she noted a strange carriage, with its draught animals nowhere to be seen, being loaded by troops in spotted garb overseen by an Imperial Officer who wasn’t wearing his sword for some odd reason, but still carried his Vinewood Stick while the soldiers wore their phalerae or other decorations except for one who wore some sort of heraldic patch(?) on his shoulder.
Moving on, dismissing the strange carriage and garb for the moment, Arpeggio arrived in time to see her Sister blast Master Cato again, most likely for saying something perverted about her, Arpeggio, again.
“I see you haven’t changed at all Master Cato, but I am in a benevolent mood.”
“Sister when…” Lelei stopped as she turned around and stared. Cato as well when he turned around as well.
Pulling her half-sister into her embrace, Arpeggio spoke softly. “I had to see you one last time before I must depart to Alnus. Something strange has occurred and our patron gods want to know what Hardy has gotten our world into. Rumors are swirling that Chiron is assembling the Centaurs under his banner for the first time in centuries and there are these strange iron birds being seen and reports of a vast Human Empire beyond the Gate that needs our help. I don’t know when I will be coming back or if I will return before… Before you pass away.”
“Sister…” Lelei replied in shock.
Taking out her beads, Arpeggio placed them around Lelei’s neck. “I don’t need these anymore for my magic. I would be honored if you kept them in the Lalena line to be passed on to my nieces as my first holy artifact.”
Lelei fingered the beads as tears entered her eyes. “I will keep these safe sister and one day we will see each other again.”
“Enough solemnity,” Arpeggio smiled, “By the way what is with that strange carriage? Is it an overbuilt Dwarf design?”
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“Sir, Ma’am, Gate Guard just notified me that her Holiness, the Apostle Arpeggio El Lalena has come to the Camp with Centurion Karus. Old Master Cato and his apprentice have arrived as well.” Scribe Alaurus announced to Armandus and Doreen as they ate dinner together.
Doreen raised an eyebrow at Armandus as she took another bite of her steak while reading through a report. “Don’t recall her being mentioned as an Apostle.”
“She wasn’t unless she was recently elevated and a messenger departed to fetch her for some Mage Project aboard the Galactica anyway; bring her up along with Master Cato and his apprentice soldier,” Armandus spoke as Mairan refilled his ale.
“Mairan and Buran, prepare refreshments for our guests,” Armandus further ordered as he stood up and donned his purple cloak.
Standing up herself, Doreen re-buttoned her uniform jacket, “More mages, with the amount of them you have and their ability to flip off established science, I’m surprised you don’t have magitech.”
Armandus raised an eyebrow, “One day you will have to explain to me what you mean by magitech. Most of what you use is magic to me anyway.”
Within minutes General Doreen Callahan found two young ladies and an old man in a wizard hat, all three carrying staffs of office. The eldest lady came forth, radiating an aura of power that marked her as a demigod.
“Legatus Longinus, I am Arpeggio El Lalena, Apostle of Elange, God of Magic. The Great Horror occurred before my patrons’ time and the coming of a Kobolian Artifact has distressed them greatly. What is Hardy up to? What have you done?” Arpeggio asked calmly while amplifying her dread aura.
“Your Holiness, Hardy merely granted the Emperor’s wish to use the Gate to expand the Empire to more worlds. We had no clue where it would lead to and placed our trust in Hardy to not send us to our deaths.” Armandus replied, prostrating himself at her feet in mortal terror. “Whatever Hardy’s plan was, we are innocent of it.”
Arpeggio dismissed her aura, and turned to the strange woman who had resisted her aura. “Who are you mortal?”
“General Doreen Callahan, commander of the Colonial Expeditionary Forces attached to Saderan Operational Command. I’m ensuring this world is ready for the Cylons and… What is that messenger tearing up dirt for?” Doreen looked past Arpeggio, causing her to turn as well at a Colonial MP on a bike with siren blaring.
“General, Legatus,” The MP saluted both in turn, “I came in person as I didn’t want to say this over the radio. But…” The MP paused for a moment and collected himself, “Lady Pelionides, daughter of Chiron, wishes an audience with the command staff.”
Doreen’s jaw dropped, Armandus and Arpeggio were taken aback, Lelei knocked Master Cato over the head for saying something perverted.
“Get an honor guard for the lady!” Armandus ordered.
“Joe, get Mother Emily and Father Erik now, and you girls,” Doreen pointed at Mairan and Buran, “Get fresh tea brewed along with fresh pastries!”
“She has never been known to travel from her refuge,” Arpeggio spoke in shock. “Lelei, is my hair messy at all.”
“Its fine sister,” Lelei reassured her while shooting Master Cato a look of warning to not say anything perverted.
Within minutes, a reception was had as several Colonial and Saderan troops formed up as an honor guard and two Colonial Clergy showed up. No sooner had they set up than Pelionides came up. Despite the thick opaque veil covering her head and face with only her eyes visible, her glowing body was almost too bright to look upon as she came up with 4 Centaur Warriors in full plate armor wielding axes, one having stylized wings that revealed him as Chief Oron, her mate. A trio of centaur handmaids, who like all Centaur Females veiled their faces below their eyes at a minimum, rounded out the delegation.
“Greetings, General Doreen Callahan of the Tribe of Cancer. I am Pelionides. Come, take my hand. Do not be afraid.”
Doreen took a moment to look at the offered hand before moving forth, upon taking Pelionides’ hand, Doreen let out a startled, “What?”
Armandus watched in amazement as Doreen’s grey hair turned vibrant red, her robotic hand become flesh and presumably her legs as well. One of Pelionides’ handmaids held up a mirror for Doreen revealing a scar free and youthful face as Doreen stared in shock.
“In honor of his ancient pact with his half-siblings who dwelt on Olympus and in memory of the mighty heroes of the 13 tribes of man, my father has mustered all the Centaur Tribes to his banner and will aide you in your hour of need.” Pelionides kissed Doreen’s forehead through her veil.
In reverent awe the Colonials knelt before the Centaur Princess, while the Saderans being more used to Gods and Apostles walking around were just glad they weren’t getting judged at the moment.
“Apostle Arpeggio, we and the Command Staff have much to discuss before my father arrives with the Emperor.” Lady Pelionides spoke as she came up to the newly risen Apostle.
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Emperor Augustus enjoyed tea with Queen Medusa and her handmaids as they watched in amusement at Princess Kara’s and Dee’s antics as they used Prince Zorsal and Prince Diablo as their pretend horses. Zorsal was an enthusiastic participant, causing Kara to have great joy, while Diablo kept shooting Molt silent pleas for help while Dee delighted in his misery as she coiled around him.
“If your Majesty is willing to supply the concrete, we can certainly expand the harbor and quadruple our shipments of myrrh and frankincense,” Queen Medusa spoke. “However, that will attract pirates from Avion and to date you have not been successful in suppressing their fleets in the rare moments they stop fighting each other. And while we would love to supply you the sulfur you need to replicate their explosive powder, we want equal access to it for our own security.”
Molt poured more tea for the Queen, “Our expedition on Orichale Island has found Sulphur,” Molt spoke, leaving out the fact the sulfur deposits were controlled by the Enteral Kingdom which held a near impregnable defense the Wyvern Corps had been unable to breach yet.
The Queen smiled beneath her diaphanous face veil. “Your Majesty, the Enteral Kingdom controls those mines and your Army have been unable to crack their defenses. Wouldn’t you agree that a mutual venture to replicate the Avion’s cannons would be in our mutual interests?”
“Your Majesty is well informed,” Molt conceded, “I will have to consult with the Mages Guild for advice on alternatives to counter Avion’s cannons that will enable us to end their piracy.” Molt diplomatically shot down the proposal; he still hoped to gain an advantage to force her Kingdom’s vassalage or conquest. Unlike the undisciplined and fractious warrior bunnies, who defeated themselves just as much as the Empire had, the Medusae were a disciplined people with a strong civilization. He saw utility in making them vassals, whereas the Rabbits weren’t worth the trouble and hopefully several generations of slavery would render them docile like the snake haired Medusa.
Queen Medusa offered Molt a grape from her own hand which he accepted, “If the security can’t be guaranteed, then there is no point expanding our harbor after the last raid by Avion.”
“Your majesties, my apologies, but a courier from King Chiron just arrived; he had been ambushed by bandits and died after handing me this letter and explaining its import.” A centurion announced as he came up, escorted by 2 of the Emperor’s Lictors.
“Girls, the Emperor must consult with his sons, you can play later.” Queen Medusa motioned two of her handmaids forward to get her daughters as the Emperor took hold of the scroll.
Diablo with the look of a condemned man, spared the cross, ran quickly to his father without looking back. Zorsal by contrast was apologetic and gave Princess Kara an affectionate pat on the head and a promise to play with her again before walking forward. Queen Medusa graciously poured tea for the 2 princes of the Saderan Empire in thanks for playing with her daughters.
“What does the letter say,” Diablo asked impatiently while Zorsal thanked the Queen for the tea.
Molt raised an eyebrow at his son’s bluntness, but answered, “Chiron has called his banners and will rendezvous with us at the banks of Urdfen to aide us. The last of this is addressed to the Queen in her native script.” Molt rolled up the scroll and handed it to Queen Medusa who read it carefully before placing it in the fire with no hints to its contents.
“Your Majesty, I must put the princesses to bed, General Arrakis will attend your councils as matters of war are not my expertise.” The Queen offered her hands to the Emperor.
“The pleasure was mine, we shall speak again your Majesty.” Molt kissed her hands and saw her off before turning to his sons. “Diablo, take 20 Wyverns and fly ahead to King Duran and inform him that Chiron is enroute to join us and then go to the Granaries of Italica and requisition all the stores there.”
“Yes father I shall go at once.”
“Zorsal, leave your slave in the camp and take 200 knights to the Borado Pass, Chiron will be passing through there in order to make the rendezvous. Greet and escort him in.”
“Aye father I will see it done.”
“Everyone else, to avoid congestion I will have the Queen’s troops lead as they will clear quicker, but move the packs behind her as Chiron and his forces will be tired as they come up and will need access to refreshments. The rest of the Army will follow behind.” Molt explained.
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Molt lifted the curtains to the Queen’s tent and entered. She had requested him for a private meeting and his agents had reported she had had her handmaidens take the Princesses to another tent for the night, leaving just 2 with her.
Letting his eyes adjust he found the Queen reclining on her dais with just her face veil and earrings. Two of her handmaids stood close by.
“Come in Molt, it is just us, I have tea and pastries prepared.”
Reading between the lines, Molt smiled and played along, he knew full well what Chiron’s letter said ad a portion of it was for him as well. Thus the Queen chose vassalage to the Empire, and this was the Queen’s way of saving face and in truth this was to Sadera’s advantage, though he had no clue what this Tylium was that Chiron spoke of being in Sezzah’s mountain range that necessitated him marrying the Queen and having his sons marry her daughters. But Chiron’s wisdom was not to be questioned. He was older than the Gods after all.
“You didn’t have to go to the trouble of doing so Medusa. But I would be a poor guest if I refused.” Molt replied as he went forward.
Adjusting her torso in a way only possible for her species, Medusa poured Molt tea and offered him a pastry from her own hand which he accepted. “Molt after thinking things through, the security of my realm depends upon the Empire, and with the recent turn of events, our people must work together.”
“I certainly agree Medusa; the Empire will always stand by its Allies and guarantee their sovereignty and territorial integrity.” Molt spoke and waited for her to take the next step in securing her vassalage to the Empire.
“What surety for my daughters will you offer, if I allow the port expansion, merger of our navies, and the export of sulfur?”
Molt considered the gains to be had. Sulfur was the one critical resource he needed to produce explosive powder to counter Avion and to massively expand agricultural production like Avion had. And gaining the Medusan Navy would give him the edge to end the Avion threat due to their excellent swimming abilities. Mermaids were better at swimming but could not go far inland.
“I will adopt your daughters as my own, giving them two senate seats with which to place their proxies on in addition to your own. I will also put at their disposal units of the Legions to ensure no coup is successful against them. And I will give them my sons as Husbands.” Molt offered. It was standard fare, in a face saving way for the vassals that kept them compliant with a voice in decision making, but he was going farther to secure her realm than that.
Medusa smiled and leant forward, waving forth her handmaid Eliza who brought forth parchment and Handmaid Vaeta who brought forth ink and quill, “Shall we draw up the terms?”
“Certainly, for the expansion of the Harbor, I will provide the concrete to expand the harbor and more to build the trade roads and aqueducts through your kingdom. Your daughters and yourself will be able to place 3 proxies on the Senate to represent you. To guard the work 3 legions and 1 Alae of Cavalry will be deployed. In payment, the Sezzah Navy will be disbanded and absorbed into the Saderan Navy, and you will become my wife.” Molt laid down the terms, generous terms too, and with 2 of his 5 wives dead, she would a manageable 4th and their crowns would be kept separate unless the Senate approved a union of crowns in conjunction with her own nobility.
Medusa blinked and her smile increased, Chiron’s letter may have caused her to become a vassal to the Empire, but this was better than she expected. If she or her daughters laid an Egg with a son inside, she could even be positioned to place her own family in power and merge the crowns if she bribed enough Senators. “Agree.”
With all that agreed, two copies were drawn up and signed before an idol of Deldort, sanctifying the act, of making Sezzah a Vassal Kingdom under Sadera and the marriage of the Queen to the Emperor and the betrothal of his sons to her daughters. Queen Medusa then let the Emperor remove her face veil by its ear hooks before kissing Emperor Molt and consummating the marriage. The handmaids made sure the Queen and Emperor were not disturbed, were screened within the tent, and the candles of incense remain lit.
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Newly promoted Major Lee Adama slowly opened his eyes. He was very sure he was asleep alone in his rack, but as his eyes and senses returned, he found himself looking at a head of raven hair and extra weight on him…
“Good morning Major…” Lieutenant Colonel Lukas Lewe announced and stopped as he pulled the curtain open.
“Nyah, I’m trying to seduce my future husband Colonel, go away.” Rory sleepily replied.
Lee narrowed his eyes and dumped Rory out of his rack, “XO, you wish to talk to me.”
“You didn’t have to be so mean,” Rory whined.
The XO glanced at Rory and then at Lee. “Fleet Admiral Adama states you are to attend a formal dinner with the President, Apostle Rory, the Princess Pina, Prince Andrew, the Apostle of Elange Arpeggio El Lalena, and the Lady Pelionides.”
“Chiron’s daughter has come from her lands?” Rory shot up, “That means Chiron will cross the Rapido, the last time he did so, he took little Romulus 726 years ago to foster him into the man who built the Saderan Empire. I must consult with her and the newly risen Apostle. I’ve known Arpeggio since she was a small child and refereed her fights with her younger sister, she is older than I was when I was ascended which means Elange senses danger alongside his twin sister. How soon can we leave?” Rory spoke in a serious tone for once as she grabbed her clothes.
Apollo and the XO blinked, looked at each other, then the XO replied, “A Raptor will be ready in 3 hours. Apollo, dress greys and you will be escorting Apostle Rory.”
“Aye sir,” Apollo acknowledged as he hopped out in his boxers, the dinner would be the first time actually being in the same room with his father since Zach’s funeral. Hopefully the new Apostle didn’t take a liking to him; he had enough craziness to deal with.