Maa'lo took his reluctant captain back to his talon. They flew to the base that was formerly the Mount Shasta resort. Jor'eth and the commander stayed behind to reassure Sydney's earth family should any concerns arise. Jor'eth is the third talons' tactician; a brilliant tactician, consider his placement with the talons equivalent to the human's military intelligence, systems signal cryptogrophy and such. Jor'eth loves languages, cultures and new places. Out of all the Ra'Kati, he communicates the best. The commander politely ordering Jo'reth to explain what at blood song ceremony is to Sydney's family. Taking out a tiny pen device, the lithe sleek black furred Ra'Kati male, brought up an image of a female and male Ra'kati with their hands facing out toward each other. A stream of blood rushing from each Ra'Kati's cut rushing in a frantic manner horizontally toward the other blood.

Jor'eth; "This is a blood song, answered. The blood of the male will call to claim his queen and she will answer with her own song to him with her blood." "Blood will call blood or it will not"

The room was dead silent. No one spoke, not the humans, nor the half breed, the visitors nor the Ra'kati. Ham finally spoke, "Where is she safest?" Jo'reth looked toward the commander for guidence. Huffing, then walking away rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes. This is a queens call not his. The commander looked toward the medic and the smallest mommi of Sydney. Julie thought that Sydney would be safest with the one who has made a claim with her, especially now since she has been sedated and her serum is on board. The medic nodded in agreement, this is queens business not males. The commander, agreed, ordering Sydney to be loaded into the medic shuttle. The white tiger complected commander spoke quickly to Jo'reth giving orders for the humans, then left. Jor'eth bowed. The tiny, red haired Ra'Kati half princess lay semi conscious on a pneumatic gurney moving into the shuttle. Jor'eth spoke to the humans, letting them know where the bulk of the base of the Recon warriors and staff resided. Willie asked Jo'reth if another male could contest for Sydney. Willie knew the answer was yes, Willie asking because he wanted the rest of Sydney's human family to understand, that while she is safest there, she is not entirely safe. Jo'reth did answer that males may make claim to her, but there is a very specific ritual that has to be completed. All competing males have to undergo the blood song test. Jor'eth assured the humans that his captain is not someone who would just make a claim of that gravity without cause. Those who are in the blood song challenge will be tested against her blood's song. The male whose song speaks the loudest is the one who will have rights to claim her as his queen. Jor'eth issued transparent passes with neon blue "writing on them" to the 4 mommi's and two dads for now. "More can be issued if she desires her family to be near.

Sydney woke feeling dizzy and nauseous. She knew she had been sedated it is dark outside now, it was mid afternoon last she remembers. She also knew she was in a completely different room, one she had never been in ever, where is she? Her eyes adjusting to the dark, she lay on a long wide leather couch, the room was dimly lit. the smell of pine and cedar, and the smell of smoke with crackling noises, gave away a fire. One that is just starting to pick up pace the light cast shadows on the walls. A male medic came to her side, putting a sticker device on her arm, it flashed holo symbols in green and red. As she became more awake, the red symbols changed to green.

Sydney aware of her body again, took note that she is wearing a light tan gown with symbols on the pocket, she did not have her kimono or stars. A shiver of panic tried to run through her, the sedation, not allowing for the fight or fight more adrenaline to take over. The medic told her he would return with some medication for her headache and he left. The fire in the room, gaining momentum, her mind watching the flames dance and change color. Suddenly her body quivered lightly, Sydney smelled him, she could actually feel his scent on her skin. T'chr smelling her warmth mingling with spice, stopping before entering her room for a moment to take in her complete scent. The tall male with the golden eyes, made a soft sound, that ended in a huff. Sydney chirping back at him, looking at his shadow in the door frame. She was even surprised that she could even make that sound. She then said weakly "I won't stab you.. this time" "What time will you,?" he spoke in his best English, raising his brow. The words broken and guttural but understandable. The tall captain quietly and gracefully came in and sat next to her. Sydney noticed that he is out of his traditional talon flight wear.

T'chr wearing a dark green mock turtle neck short shirt, the sleeves end at well toned biceps, the bottom of the shirt, stopped right above his third rib. The collar, tight around his long sinewy neck, shiny black hair reaching just past his shoulders, the white silky stripe of hair shorter partially tucked behind a long narrow ear. Is that a skirt he's wearing? Sydney blinked hard a few times then smiled. T'chr looked down on a face that would forever be the only face he will ever want to see. He could see her fine breeding in the lines of her jaws and the arch of her brows, the rich red hair with bouncy curl clearly from Obbliet's tribe without question. Allegedly the daughter of the famed King maker, a female to be a direct relative, of Taj'in of Ra'Kath.

Amber eyes sparkle in the firelight, her lips are thin on top and fuller on the bottom, her neck well defined and muscular. Sydney's markings are faint, but beautiful, O-rings of a shimmery light copper with a creamy sand colored base. Her nose straight but not wide, regal all the same, definitely a mark from her father. What must have happened to this pretty little female to turn her into such a vicious fighter? T'chr, reaching over slowly touching her clawed hand gently, she responded by squeezing it. Turning to look at him, with awe, confusion and sadness, a large tear ran down her cheek. Everything moved so fast, she is scared, not ready for this, and yet there he sat, something..one that captured her undivided attention, without her consent. This is not how it is supposed to go down, not at all like she fantasized in her mind. The urge to touch his face, run her fingers through his hair, touch his torso full of toned muscle that was not bulky, rub her self all over him, she wanted to have him lie with her desperately.

T'chr gently wiping the tear off with a large clawed finger, turned his head to the side with furrowed brow and said "sad face water for why?" Silky straight shoulder length hair fell over his face as he leaned in to nuzzle her cheek. Sydney inhaled the deep rich smell coming from the beautiful male, she moved her cheek up to meet him. The captain full of no, and rules, softening, put his forehead on hers gently, huffing again into her, Sydney blinking slowly chirping back. The medic returned with a small pill that goes under her tongue; to help with the nausea vomiting and head ache.

T'chr spoke to her softly, speaking his full name, naming his regency, his regent queen, lineage his rank. Golden eyes blink slowly at her sweetly as he made the claim that she is his queen. Purring, then kissing her softly on the lips smiling as he pulled away. He smells... feels… chills and warmth at the same time in and on her body...there are no words or comparisons. Sydney waking more began asking her usual barrage of questions. Such as what is a queen to him?, and why did he claim her, what is special about her, mid next question, what is a queen and regency..on and on. Sydney got a funny look on her face, scrunched her nose up then began retching violently. Sydney knew this is the sedatives' side effects, Sydney shifting quickly to get off the couch, before the vomiting started. Large strong fur covered arms held her safely over his knees as she continued to vomit on the him and the floor. The captain gently held back her hair, using his hand to wipe her mouth when she stopped. T'chr delicately rubbing her back, kissing her coppery O-rings on the back of her neck, nibbling ever so softly. Sydney's body shuddering with the tiny nips he gave to her whimpering, she gave in to let him hold her completely for some time. Sydney's stomach finally settling down, slowly she sat up on his lap, the gown giving way down to her elbows, breast fully exposed.

The male holding her let out a low deep growl. T'chr pulling up the garment to cover her, snuggled her closer to him, her limp body hanging over his arms gently around her waist. Sydney felt very soft kisses and silky hair, on her face and neck. Sydney leaning back into his chest, exhausted, shaky vulnerable. The overwhelming urge to crawl into him in all ways possible took over, as she tilted her head to the side, giving T'chr access to her neck. T'chr knew that Sydney is his without a doubt.

All that's left is the blood bond test and the ritual of one. A low rumble reverberating through out Sydney's body, caused a small "Ahh" escaped her lips. The golden eyed male with intense patience and tender touch bit down deeply. Sydney reached her right hand up to his head, and pushed him into the bite. A delicate sweet spicy scent with a hint of dew flooded his nostrils, he would do anything for her, anything. This female is his, licking her bite wound, switching to sweet short kisses up her face to then her ears. Sydney sighing, she let him support her full weight. T'chr holding her gently then kissing her on the forehead, as he hummed a quiet soft melody. The tall lanky grumpy captain of the third talon claw, moving tenderly to be cheek to cheek with her, he huffing and her chirping back. "I will always have this way for you my queen" he said kissing her neck.

Taking towels from the bathroom, he cleaned up the vomit on the floor, and on himself. Picking her up like she is the most fragile thing in the entire universe, he moved her further up the giant couch. Sydney felt silky arms pick her up move her away from the sick area and then carefully place a large red velveteen blanket over her, T'chr nuzzling her ears whispers "My queen." T'chr watching the tiny female with red hair everywhere, snuggle in, then fall deeper into sleep. He sighed a light longing sigh, and traced the line of her jaw. T'chr sat watching her for most of the night, occasionally touching her hair, or pulling the blanket up over her. The fire went out, he decided to lay next to her on the floor, she on the couch, near her but not on her. Sometime during the night, Sydney awoke to the snoring of T'chr, the fire out, shivering, she moved herself and the red blanket down to be with him. T'chr opens one eye, then shifts to the side to allow for her to snuggle into him. Throwing the blanket over them, until she falls back asleep. Once asleep, T'chr carefully crawls over and on top of Sydney, putting his head on her shoulders, she moves, to get under him instinctively. T'chr's arms and legs close hers in, as he sleep claim her for the first time. Sydney smiling in her sleep, made a sweet. "Hmmmmm" sound, he cuddling tighter with her purring.

Tetsuo sat looking at the video of the Ra'kati captain which stole his girl away. Touching the tattooed cars on the left side of his neck that went from his cheek down to his chest. He sat at a desk that belonged to the one of the Japanese emperors of late. The shoji screens holding back the afternoon sun trying to bring light in to a room brewing deep heartbreak. Tetsuo wore an Armani black silk suit, the top buttons undone on the crisp white shirt. More whiskey found itself in the crystal tumbler, Tetsuo tossed it back, then set the glass down gently. Running his hand through his long shiny black hair, which at 26 was starting to turn gray at the temples. He swiped through pictures of the captain that his entourage had gathered. One picture showing a tall Ra'kati male, leaning over and nuzzling his Sydney. Tetsuo enlarged the picture to see that she was not wearing anything else. Tetsuo sighing painfully, as he held emotional loss and arousal the same time. Tetsuo loves her with all he is. He remembers the first day he had met her. She had come into the local resistance in Hokkaido. He had heard a "special" girl was coming from L.A. and that only the 5 people in the small back room of a noodle shop were to ever know about her.

If anyone else knew, she would die, along with a lot of important resistance members. The 5 people swore and oath of secrecy to her protect identity to their death if need be. She came out of the shadows, she was maybe 4 feet 8 inches. She had curly red hair in a bob, and cat ears, her amber eyes gave off a faint glow. She walked up to the 5 Japanese resistance members and in her best Japanese, bowed and said thank you for taking me in. Tetsuo remembered being stunned. She is a cat? She is human? She is a cat alien!. She is so beautiful, soft golden fur with stripes, and rings, which lay flat against her skin. Sydney has a turned up mouth, her t shirt had a Pac- man, eating the ghost, the words on the shirt reading, "Pac attack!". "The ghost on the shirt stretched to abnormal proportions over her breast, he lost it inside when he saw her tail. He walked up to her and bowed deeply swearing his life to protect her, while trying to catch a closer look. The old woman smacked Tetsuo on the head with her fan, and snapped "Hentai da!" "My Yuki" Tetsuo said softly refilling his tumbler with whiskey. Slamming the amber liquor back, he grimaced, then smacked his lips, putting his hands on his head, trying not to cry. To Tetsuo, those are the best 5 years of his life, except the times when they would meet up from time to time. With big salty tears in his eyes Tetsuo Sugimoto whispered, "Sayonara my sweet snow cat, my Yuki sama" then closed the screen.