Chapter Eleven sees a major event for the Empire unfold while Warren and the Chef brew up a coffee scheme (sorry, couldn't help myself), forcing Warren to tie up a loose end. Then Ztar makes an uncharacteristic blunder that rocks Warren's trust. Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
A few days after Ztar informed him that the human was staying, Sukja approached Archangel where he sat reading at the far end of reflecting pool.
"May I join you?" he inquired.
"Of course," Warren welcomed, setting his PI aside.
Sukja joined Archangel on the bench. The air was still and the surface of the pool perfectly mirrored the palace.
"I've been meaning to talk with you," he began.
"About?" The human looked at him expectantly. This could be delicate.
"About your decision to stay."
Puzzlement and something else crossed Archangel's face as if to say, 'what is there to talk about – isn't this what everyone wanted?'
"What about it?"
"It's just my need to analyze and make sense of things, Archangel, and I'm hoping you'll help me to understand your decision. When I put myself in your place, I'm not sure I would have made the same choice. It's bothering me that I must be missing something…" he let his voice trail off.
Archangel was reading him carefully Sukja knew. The human was very good at it. Every vocal inflection and every body movement would be measured. Archangel was now sitting perfectly upright, almost in a defensive posture. What was the human sensing in Sukja's manner? Perhaps he should soften his approach a touch more. Sukja made certain everything about him remained open and welcoming, not wanting to project in any way his concerns about Archangel's commitment to the Emperor. He feared driving a wedge between him and Archangel and, in return, between Ztar and himself if Ztar picked up on any tension between Archangel and Sukja.
"It's simple, really. I'm not done here," Archangel said matter-of-factly, as if it were obvious.
Sukja wasn't expecting such the simplistic reply. It took him off guard. Could it really be that uncomplicated? Still, it was a bit much to swallow. Sukja thought quickly back to the conversations he and Archangel had since coming to Sat'rey, about helping Ztar heal and about Ztar eventually learning to love enough to let go.
"But aren't you? Wasn't the goal to get Ztar past possessive love to selfless love – to let you go? Isn't that what he did?"
Archangel turned away from Sukja and focused on the reflecting pool. "It was the goal and he did let me go. You're right about that. But at what price?"
Archangel didn't offer the answer to that question and Sukja didn't want to assume what Archangel meant by price. It was likely the missing piece. "What do you mean?"
"Think about it, Sukja, as I'm sure you have. Ztar decided to release Earth and my bondage to him, but it was too soon. He's not strong enough yet. His soil is still being rebuilt, as Moit'de would say."
"Moit'de?" Sukja was suddenly concerned about what confidences Archangel may have shared with the palace staff member.
"Ztar needs to be strong and focused for the government transition that's coming up. I couldn't leave him now."
Archangel had ignored Sukja's question about Moit'de, which bothered him. But the explanation of why he choose to stay made pragmatic sense. It was the very concern Sukja had when he believed Archangel would not stay. If the human was being truthful, he was far nobler than Sukja would have believed possible.
"Your decision then was based on Ztar still needing you?"
Archangel never turned away from the pool when he asked, "Why is my decision bothering you?"
Sukja could feel the prickly barbs in that question. This was perhaps heading where Sukja had feared.
"Archangel, I'm sorry if I came across that way. It wasn't my intent."
"I know it wasn't your intent, but it still bothers you or we wouldn't be talking." The human finally turned to face Sukja, his eyes narrowed slightly. "My intent now is not to offend, but you might be when I ask my next question. Why do I get the feeling that whatever decision I made it wouldn't have been to your liking?"
Now Sukja was on the spot. Answer the question or simply apologize and hope to recover from this? Sukja chose to answer with honesty.
"I worry that your commitment is tenuous. That you may change your mind and leave after raising Ztar's hopes for a life together with you. That you may leave him if he slips backward in his progress, which could happen especially if under heavy stress. Or you leave when something else makes it difficult to stay. Or when your yearning for Earth becomes too strong or on a whim. How strong is your commitment?" Sukja paused, but Archangel remained silent. "I fear that your actions now may hurt Ztar far more than before you made your promise to him. It's no longer about you staying to save your planet. Now this is a vow between you and him. If you break that vow, he will be devastated."
Archangel was quiet for sometime, returning his gaze to the reflections on the water. Sukja did not break the silence. He watched the tension in the human's face.
"You're right, Sukja. That is something I must consider," and Archangel sighed deeply. He turned to face Sukja directly; the eyes a cold blue. "But you are questioning my integrity. I did not make this decision lightly, and I take my commitments very seriously, whether they're forced on me or of my own choosing."
'Oh, those words were meant to sting!' Sukja thought.
Archangel released his lock on Sukja's eyes and looked back out to the reflections in the water. "You of all people should know that."
It was Sukja's turn to sigh. "I should not have doubted your word. I'm being overly protective of the man I've spent years trying to help get to where he is now." Sukja was quiet for a moment. "Thank you for deciding what you did. It was a good decision. I will be forever grateful that you did not abandon our Emperor at this critical time," he offered with a heartfelt smile he hoped would dispel any bad feelings the conversation may have generated in Archangel.
Archangel looked back to watch him briefly and then returned the smile. Sukja could almost see the tension melt from the human's face.
"You're welcome, Sukja. Here is my promise to you. I will do nothing to intentionally hurt Ztar. Eventually, I want to go home when we believe he's ready. Until then, I will work very hard to help him build good soil so he grows even stronger, as our favorite gardener would say."
Another reference to the Moit'de, but Sukja let it go. If Moit'de had encouraged Archangel toward the decision to stay, perhaps he should leave well enough alone.
"You have put my mind at ease. My thanks again." Sukja stood and started toward the palace. Then he stopped short and turned back to Archangel. "Just so you know, one of Ztar's favorite foods this time of year is paurnia dunae. You could ask Delme about it."
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Warren watched as the Emperor's aide strode toward the palace, his reflection captured by the pool as he neared the building. Warren replayed the conversation as Sukja's image melted away in the water. What should he take away from the Ozjaerian's words?
Sukja seemed protective of the Emperor – that was not unexpected. Sukja had doubted Warren's commitment to Ztar – that was a little surprising. Didn't his decision speak for itself? But if Warren put himself in Sukja's shoes, it made sense. Warren had let Sukja's doubt rile him at first, but once Sukja better expressed his fears, it gave that doubt credence.
Then there was Sukja's response to his mention of Moit'de. Concern escaped from the Ozjaerian's face at the reference. Warren had intentionally reference the gardener again, but Sukja's only reaction that time was in the eyes. Warren knew he likely had crossed a line of propriety in discussing his and Ztar's situation with the gardener, but Moit'de was as close to a friend as Warren had on his alien world. He would not give that up now that their working relationship had moved closer to friendship. On this he would be firm. He would choose who his friends were, not Sukja and not Ztar. Now that he was here of his own choosing, things would be different.
That sudden realization grabbed Warren. He was now here of his own choosing. It hadn't really hit him until that moment. Of his own choosing! Free to choose who his friends would be. Free to do what he pleased, when he pleased. Free to say no to Ztar.
God, why had it taken days for that to sink in?! 'Four years of servitude, that's why,' he answered himself. Four years of having to do as he was told without complaint or question. Four years without choice or a voice.
Warren stood and took a deep breath of freedom. Yes, he was free! He could say no to his Imperial staff appointment. He could say he wanted to get away alone for awhile. He could say he wanted to visit Earth. He could say he wanted his own living arrangements. It didn't mean he wouldn't continue to be Ztar's companion, but it didn't have to be a live-in relationship, did it?
Warren's head nearly swam with choices he hadn't had in four years. He sprang into the sky, feeling light and liberated. He flew high and swooped, dived, somersaulted, and ran through aerial maneuvers with joyous enthusiasm. Things were different now!
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Far below, Sukja had just entered the Emperor's office and immediately noticed Ztar's attention was elsewhere. "What is it, my Emperor?" he inquired, seeing a slight frown creep across Ztar's face.
Ztar had been hit with intense emotions from Archangel and a brief, reflexive telepathic touch revealed the cause.
"It's Archangel. He's celebrating up in the sky. I think he finally understands how free he is now. And he just realized that 'no' is back in his vocabulary."
"Does that worry you?" Sukja asked, sitting down. He knew this had to happen eventually. The recently freed often take many days to fully comprehend their new status. Some don't adjust well, depending on the length of servitude. Others adapt more quickly regardless of the time that passed.
Ztar hesitated. "Perhaps. I liked our relationship as it was. He never refused me. Now… Our relationship has just changed and in all honesty, I'm not sure how I'll react. What happens the first time he tells me no?"
"Then you will abide by his wishes, my Emperor, for that is part of a loving relationship. There are times when your needs will be placed ahead of his and times when his needs will be more important than yours. Relationships are give and take."
"That's nothing I didn't already know, but I've been spoiled, Sukja! I've always done the choosing of what is more important – his needs or mine. That will no longer be the case."
"That is correct," Sukja agreed simply.
Sukja was glad Ztar had come to this realization. 'It will be interesting to watch Archangel and Ztar redefine their relationship. Rocky times ahead?' Sukja pondered. As always, Sukja would stand by his Emperor whenever he was needed.
"What if we don't agree on what's more important?" The more Ztar considered the turn of events, the more he could image changing between him and his companion.
"Then you will discuss it – maybe even argue. And you will resolve it, just like other people do," Sukja replied smiling. "Ztar, you and Archangel will have to find your own way to work out differences. That's part of building a relationship."
"Sukja, I didn't anticipate this! I'm not sure I know how a real relationship works. It's been a very long time."
"Then perhaps Archangel can help you with that. I'm assuming he's had relationships in the past."
"He has. But not– He did, but with females only. Not with another man. Do you think it will be much different?"
Sukja thought for a moment. "I would guess that all relationships, regardless of the genders involved, face the same basic issues. Beyond that, it's all about the specific individuals involved – male or female."
Ztar stood and walked to the window that overlooked the reflecting pool. "Makes sense," Ztar nodded. It was several seconds before he spoke again.
"Sukja, I'm the leader of a realm that spans hundreds of planets. An empire I forged starting with only my will, cunning, and determination. Why is it this new relationship with Archangel frightens me more than nearly anything I faced when building my empire?!"
Sukja chuckled. "Because this is personal."
"And you'll stand by me when I make my first big mistake and Archangel kicks me out of the bedchamber?" Ztar asked also chuckling.
"My couch is always available – to either of you!"
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With the ratification, communications personnel were working overtime crafting the media release of the constitution. Its reveal would be the most important document that staff had ever issued and every word needed to be scrutinized. Strategically planned "leaks" allowed for trial balloons to be sent out to test reaction to certain concepts in the release.
Planetary Liaison Myrundra and her large staff were also in overdrive paving the way diplomatically, working their contacts to the fullest. Myrundra's diplomats tested the waters by confiding certain issues with key planetary representatives to gauge reaction.
General Gtar-Cro of Military Intelligence and General Rehsaw of Military Command were prepared for whatever may come – good or bad. Both agencies remained on normal alert status as to not send messages that anything unruly was anticipated, but the upper echelon of both agencies was on high guard just in case.
It was one week after the ratification, and so far so good. The unveiling of the constitution was now just days away and everyone involved was both tense and excited.
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Warren's realization of what his newfound freedom meant was five days old. As yet, he had changed nothing about his life. He was still Imperial staff and managed the palace staff. He still lived their shared chambers. He still performed many of Sukja's former personal attendant duties. Warren had not yet denied Ztar what he wanted – in bed or otherwise. After thinking about it, Warren had decided to not make any rash decisions or changes for fear of upsetting Ztar's progress, at least for now. When an opportunity presented itself for Warren to exert his rights, he would, but he wouldn't manipulate or create a situation to force the issue.
Ztar's contentment seemed to grow daily, which was exactly why Warren had stayed – a strong, happy, emotionally stable Emperor at the helm during the transition.
"Things are proceeding exactly as planned and on schedule," Ztar replied in answer to Warren's question over breakfast about the upcoming constitutional unveiling. "I couldn't be happier with my staff's performance. When you surround yourself with the best, it pays dividends during times like these."
"Agreed. From a business side, it's the same. Bring in the best people, enable them to do their jobs, and then get the hell out of their way."
"Precisely!" Ztar wholeheartedly concurred.
After several weeks of sharing Ztar's chambers, he still watched Archangel in wonder each morning as he munched on his zante and sipped coffee. How could he be so blessed as to wake every morning with Archangel at his side?
"You make it all worthwhile, my Archangel. You know that, don't you?" Ztar couldn't help himself, he had to say it.
Archangel's crystalline-blue eyes rose to look into Ztar's. Ztar took in the face – such perfection! The eyes he could melt into, the flawless skin, bone structure that most would give much for, and sensual lips all topped off with a thick tousle of wavy hair almost too golden to be natural.
Warren merely smiled at Ztar. He couldn't say the same in return, and knew Ztar didn't expect that – it would be a lie. And in spite of all the things that had happened between the two of them, a lie was never one of those things.
"That's what you tell me," Archangel replied with raise eyebrows as if questioning the truth of the statement.
"It's true!" Ztar pretended to be incredulous that Archangel would doubt him.
"I know," the human grinned at the Emperor.
Ztar loved the brief banter. His day was off to a very good start.
"Today is a busy one. Gtar-Cro, Rehsaw, and Myrundra are coming for a final meeting before the constitution is released," Ztar explained as he rose from the table.
"They are?" That was news to Warren. It wasn't on Ztar's calendar. Why hadn't anyone said anything before now?
"I likely won't be available for lunch today and neither will Sukja."
"I'll find someone to eat with since you're standing me up," Warren kidded as Ztar headed out.
As part of Warren's duties, he continued to meet weekly with the heads of palace staff – Delme, Rja, and Moit'de. Sukja still retained authority over security due to the responsibility for ensuring the safety of the Emperor. Today was Delme's day and Warren looked forward to hearing about the upcoming week from a culinary perspective. Heading down to the lower level, he wondered if Sukja had remembered to tell the chef of the visit today that apparently included lunch.
"Good morning, Chef!" Warren greeted warmly as he entered Delme's office.
"You sound especially cheery today," Delme observed, his voice carrying undertones of irritation.
Warren quickly took his usual spot in the chair near Delme's desk. "Anything I need to know about the coming week? I understand we have guests for lunch."
"And do you think anyone bothered to tell me this a week ago? A couple days ago? Or even yesterday?!" he said gruffly, looking pointedly at Warren.
Warren put up his hands in mock defense. "Hey, I just heard it myself this morning. Three of Ztar's inner circle, from what he said. Apparently, Sukja failed to mention it to either of us. Or it was a last minute decision."
"Last minute my…" the chef didn't finish the thought. "A simple comm message would have been all that was required. But I guess the palace kitchens are yet again expected to create culinary delights spontaneously!"
Warren smiled charmingly. "I would say it's a compliment that Sukja has so much faith in your abilities that the kitchens are not a worry." Warren knew the chef would not buy the argument, but it was part of their game.
"Not a worry or not a priority? Perhaps I should miss a meal, then we'd see how much a priority food is in this palace!"
"Chef, if the palace missed one of your meals, there would be a riot, and I for one would be on the front line."
"Archangel, I know food is a priority for you," Delme finally cracked a devilish smile. "You are one of my most frequent customers."
Warren laughed and Delme joined in. Now that he had the chef in a better mood, Warren proceeded with the business at hand.
"So I can safely assume everything is under perfect control as usual. The Emperor's guests will be delighted as always with their lunch. Anything else I should know?"
"Well, I was wondering if we could bring in more of that coffee from Earth. I'd like to offer it on the menu. It's quite enjoyable. But when I asked Niat about it, he said Earth is not listed as a trading planet. That can't be right? You're from there – Earth is a member of the Empire."
The question caught Warren by surprise. He hadn't thought a great deal about what may change for Earth once the constitution was in place, but it raised questions. Would Earth be forced onto the galactic scene? Or would his isolated little homeworld remain just that?
"It's complicated, Chef. Earth is within the empire, but completely autonomous. Once the constitution is in affect, I'm not sure how that will change."
"Completely autonomous?! How is that possible? No member planet is autonomous in the Empire." The Chef's face revealed his shock.
"It's a long story for another time, Delme."
"One I would love to hear, Archangel. How your homeworld managed something no other planet in the history of the Empire managed – at least not to my knowledge." Delme shook his head in disbelief.
"But if you want to obtain coffee, my business back on Earth could help with that through a private transaction." Warren couldn't help but smile at the chef's request. He'd been sharing his coffee with Delme since it first arrived. The Alcab had become quite a fan of the beverage.
"Your business? It deals in coffee?" Delme was obviously intrigued.
"Not specifically, but it should be possible without too much effort."
Delme eyed Warren carefully. "Archangel, tell me. You are wealthy on your world – very wealthy. Am I correct?"
"You came to that conclusion how?" Warren was somewhat surprised at Delme's correct deduction.
"Many small things. The way you appreciate the finer culinary foods and beverages. The way you hold yourself and how you speak. You are obviously well bred and well educated."
"Sherlock Holmes would be impressed, Chef!"
"Who is that?" Delme looked puzzled.
"Not important, but you are correct – guilty as charged. Born into wealth and now own controlling stock one of the larger corporations in my country."
"Sounds impressive!"
"Not really. Not in context with the Turzent Empire. Earth is a small planet in an isolated part of the galaxy. Nothing to write home about really," Warren concluded. "But it can supply you with coffee!" he smiled infectiously at Delme.
"Then shall we plan how to import that unique beverage that has me looking forward to my first cup every morning?"
"Another coffee addict is born!" Warren laughed and Delme chuckled.
Warren and Delme planned to send a message to Warren's company through Xavier initially. Once the communication channel was open, they'd work directly with Worthington Enterprises for future trades. A courier shuttle would retrieve the shipment on the arranged date and time. Now all Warren had to do was figure out how to get a communication to Xavier, but he'd worry about that and permission for their coffee scheme later. Right now, he had a question for the palace chef.
"Sukja mentioned that one of Ztar's favorite foods is called paurnia something or other."
"Paurnia dunae! Yes, Sukja was right. It's one of Ztar's fall festival favorites."
"Fall festival?" Warren hadn't heard about that one yet.
"Oh, yes. Every year we celebrate. Actually, it's called H'ton Me Rzyr. A very old Sat'rey celebration of the coming of the fall rains."
"When is the celebration?"
"Actually, it begins soon. It seems to have been overshadowed by the new constitution news, though. We normally would have begun preparations this week, but Sukja hasn't indicated that was to be the case. Yet he must be thinking about it since he mentioned the paurnia dunae."
"You normally wait for him to say it's okay to start?"
"It's tradition to wait for word from the Emperor or Sukja. It would be improper to plan a celebration without their permission. That goes way back, Archangel, in our imperial past. I know it seems a little outdated, but we hold tight to some of our traditions," Delme offered with a slight shrug and sheepish grin, as if to apologize.
"No, no. I understand. And everyone looks forward to H'ton Me Rzyr? It's a big deal?"
"Definitely. After the dry, hot season, everyone is ready for cooler weather and the rains. In our past, the rains were seen as a gift from the gods to make the land fertile once again. But this year, the Imperial reception gave us a summer celebration, so many of us thought another celebration in the midst of the new government being formed… Well, let's just say we thought it might be a year without H'ton Me Rzyr at the palace."
"What happens during the celebration?"
"A feast and a ceremony to summon the rains."
"What happens at the ceremony?"
"A fire is lit symbolizing the cleansing of the land in preparation to accept the rains. The festival really doesn't take much time away from the regular staff. Mostly my time in planning the foods and my kitchen's time to prepare the traditional meal for everyone. Moit'de usually takes care of the fire ceremony. Ztar performs the ceremonial calling of the rains."
Warren considered for a moment. "Does it have to be Sukja or the Emperor that gives the green light?"
"Actually, no. It's just they were the only Imperial staff residing at the palace in the past. Actually, any member of the royal court…" and Delme's face broke out into a smile. "You're royal court."
"That I am! Let's begin the preparations quietly. Don't order any food until I've cleared this with Sukja – don't want to overstep my authority. But I don't see any harm in at least making plans, do you?"
"No harm at all," Delme concurred.
"And Ztar's favorite dish is to be on the list of foods."
"Naturally."
"Is there a particular date when the celebration should begin? What about the ceremony?"
"Festival day is by decree, so there's no set date. The ceremony comes at the beginning of the celebration. H'ton Me Rzyr always happens at the end of the dry season and that typically ends between now and the next three to four weeks; just depends on the weather patterns. Those do seem to be shifting already – you've noticed the cooler nights and a change in the humidity levels?"
Warren nodded. "So we need to get going. I'll talk with Sukja today and get back to you."
"Just one more thing," Delme said as Warren started to stand. "Forgive me if I speak inappropriately…"
The Chef's manner suddenly transmitted hesitation. Warren settled back into the chair. "Go ahead, Chef."
"I may not understand your position completely, Archangel…but you are imperial staff. That should mean you are equal to Sukja, but perhaps things are different with you. Normally, as imperial staff, you would go directly to Ztar with the request – not through Sukja. But please, I may be speaking without knowing all facts…"
Warren actually wasn't sure of that fine point, now that Delme brought it up. All during the grand reception, he had reported to Sukja and never questioned whether that should or should not continue after. Ztar had made it clear that Sukja was in charge of the grand reception, but that was a unique event. Something to clarify.
"Thanks, Chef. I'm new to all of this, so I appreciate your observation. One way or the other, we'll get approval for the celebration."
Warren left the Chef's office and exited the lower level of the palace. Just then he saw a shuttle landing through the large grand reception windows, likely signaling the arrival of Ztar's inner circle members.
'Yep, that's General Gtar-Cro,' Warren said to himself. He couldn't help but watch Ztar and the General on the landing pad. They embraced as old friends would. Warren couldn't hear the conversation, but it was interesting to observe the body language between the two men. A subtle submissive stance in Gtar-Cro's posture as he responded to something Ztar said. Ztar's body conveyed confidence, but softened with obvious friendly feelings toward the General. Both men were smiling until Gtar-Cro's shifted his posture and stiffened before speaking again. The Ztar's smile also quickly faded and his body indicated that whatever Gtar-Cro said had piqued his interest in a concerned way.
Just then another shuttle came in for a landing. Gtar-Cro and Ztar appeared to quickly wrap up their conversation before the next visitor joined them. Gtar-Cro stood nearly at attention as General Rehsaw approached. Rehsaw's greeting from Ztar was completely different than Gtar-Cro had received. No embrace here. Turzent's did not shake hands – not a greeting custom for them. A slight bow by Rehsaw and a nod from Ztar completed the greeting ritual for those two men. Ztar and Rehsaw both did smile, but Ztar's smile was not as open and warm as it had been for military intelligence leader.
Warren shifted on his feet, feeling somewhat guilty watching from the far corner of the reception hall. He looked around and no one else was nearby to see him spying on the Emperor. So he remained, anxious to read what he could into the arrival of the head of Planetary Relations, Jharda Myrundra.
The third shuttle settled in. 'Everyone is prompt!' Warren thought, leaning into the wall, crossing his arms. But then again, he couldn't image you'd keep the Emperor waiting.
The three men on the shuttle pad turned toward Myrundra as she walked toward them. Rehsaw's smile was the largest and his body language was friendly. Gtar-Cro seemed relaxed and open to the Myrundra, but Warren couldn't see his face. Ztar seemed genuinely happy to see the only female member of his inner circle. In fact, there was something in Ztar's body language that was almost deferring. Interesting! Myrundra's bow was slightly lower and longer that Rehsaw's. Warren's keen eyesight saw that she looked up at the Emperor through her lashes and smiled, almost flirtatiously, before righting herself.
'This just gets more interesting,' Warren noted to himself.
Warren watched as the foursome made their way inside the palace and down the hall toward the conference room.
He replayed the subtle signals between Ztar and Myrundra. The look she gave Ztar was too personal. It was a private exchange as Rehsaw and Gtar-Cro were to her back and could not see her face. The look was meant for the Emperor and the Emperor alone. There was either mutual interest or they had history. Suddenly, he wanted to know which it was as a pang of something ran through Warren, taking him by surprise. 'Huh?!' He pulled himself off the wall.
'Dear god, if that was jealous! Get a grip, Worthington,' he riled against himself and he strode across the large hall toward the private section of the palace. 'Of all the stupid...'
By the time Warren got back to his chambers, he'd convinced himself the pang couldn't have been jealousy – it didn't make sense. It had to be something else. Intuition or a gut feeling of something not being quite right about Myrundra perhaps? That made much more sense.
He decided to head into the sky. The day was cool and high clouds filtered the sunlight. Unless he wanted to get chilled, Warren would stick to lower elevations. He headed off to the sunset side of the Imperial Valley where for some reason he hadn't ventured as often. Pushing the limits of how far he was allowed to fly without letting anyone know in advance, he rode air currents up and down lazily.
But he just couldn't get into the flight very much. Sometimes that happened. It wasn't what his body and/or soul needed at the moment. Landing on a high point looking out over the Imperial Valley, he let his mind wander back to Earth.
He wondered how the X-men were doing. Was everyone well? How had Xavier taken the news that Warren wasn't coming back? What would happen when Warren sent word to Charles that he needed his help getting coffee of all things? That thought made Warren smile. 'Charles will want to know why tea wasn't also requested,' he mused, remembering fondly the Professor's love with a good cup of hot tea.
Then he remembered the message chip Xavier had sent with the food stocks. It remained unread in Warren's wardrobe drawer. Perhaps…
With a whoosh of feathers, Warren was airborne once again and heading back to the palace.
He dug out the memory-stick like device from beneath the clothes he'd laid over the message from home. He almost had to read it now. It may come up in his dealings with Xavier to obtain the coffee Delme wanted. But it may not. Likely, Warren could limit the contact to a single, one-way communication to the Professor and the topic would never be mentioned. Still…
Warren rotated the chip around in his fingers. What had Xavier needed to tell him how many weeks ago? No, months ago now! God, how time had slipped away. It was nearly four months since the kidnapping and longer since the message came with the special foods for Warren's molt. And even more amazing, four and a half years had passed since he was first taken by Ztar. Years!
Five years ago, Warren's life was unpredictable, yet predictable at the same time. Same problems just with a new twist…different week, month, year. Now life was threatening to become only predictable. Same routine every day, same Ztar every night – very few twists. Was he getting bored again? Likely. Warren wasn't good with boredom.
Without giving himself time to think anymore, Warren strode over to the computer and placed the chip in the docking slot. Almost immediately, the viewscreen sprang to life and Xavier was facing him. Warren paused the message before Xavier spoke a single word and he studied the image.
The man looked more aged than Warren remembered. A mix of concern and something else was frozen in the face. Sadness perhaps? Regret? At the time of the recording, all Xavier would know of Warren's fate was what Ztar had telepathed him the day he reclaimed his possession and that Warren was obviously alive and in molt.
Warren's hand hesitated over the play command. Then he took a breath…
"Warren, my friend!" Xavier started. "You are alive and I hope was well as can be expected. Earth remains safe and free, so you need not worry about that. Ztar continues to uphold his side of the Accord." Xavier paused and seemed to already need to collect himself.
"I've sent the supplies as requested. From the list, it's obvious you're molting. I added a few other items you may appreciate." Xavier managed a smile.
So that explains the other items in the food stores that he hadn't requested.
"They told me I could send this message, but it needed to be short. I felt you should know that your company is being managed as well as I can ascertain. The orders you issued that I act in your stead are working as intended. There was some grumbling at first, but the power of attorney and other documents were air-tight – they couldn't argue. You were wise to have foreseen the need. When you come back home again, hopefully you'll find all is as it should be at Worthington Enterprises."
Xavier still hoped he'd return, or was it to make Warren feel better? Likely both.
Xavier's face suddenly turned very solemn. "We didn't have a chance to say good-bye this last time. Ztar was very abrupt in telling me telepathically that you were going home with him. Home he said was a planet called Sat'rey, where his seat of power was maintained – his throneworld so to speak. I'm at least glad that you're not living on his ship. I know how difficult that had to have been that first year. I told Ztar how important the freedom of the skies were to you and he said he knew that all too well. He promised he would treat you differently this time – better. That he'd changed. I pray that is the case, Warren."
Warren saw moisture fill the telepath's eyes and that he swallowed hard. "Ztar said that he would allow occasional communications between us, if we wished. I do wish that, Warren. It would be a great relief to hear that you are alive and that Ztar is keeping his word. Please, Warren, send me messages when you can. But if you choose not to, I'll understand." Xavier looked off-camera for a moment.
"I'm being told my time is up. I will wait to hear from you. But if I do not, just know that you remain close to me in my heart. Your sacrifice is not forgotten by those of us who know what you do to keep Earth free. Thank you, my friend!" Xavier ended with a weak smile and the screen went black.
Warren sat and let a tear run down his face without wiping it away. Was nearly five months without word back from Warren too long to have not responded? Would he be thinking that Warren no longer wanted to communicate? Or did Xavier feel occasion could mean many months without word? Warren hoped that was the case.
And so the upcoming communication about coffee was a good thing. Funny how things happen like that. If Delme hadn't asked Warren to obtain coffee for the palace, how many more weeks or months would it have been before Warren listened to the message? Maybe he would have never listened. Xavier would have thought Warren had turned his back to him. That kind of pain Warren would not have caused Charles intentionally. Thank god he finally listened to the message.
Warren made an empowering decision. He wouldn't ask permission to obtain coffee from Earth, he'd use the power of his Imperial position to make it happen. And he wouldn't ask Sukja about the celebration. In fact, he wouldn't ask Ztar. He'd tell the Emperor that's what they were going to do unless he had strong objections. And Warren could not see why that would be the case.
From this point forward, Warren was going to start using the power Ztar gave him in naming him to Imperial staff. He would carve out a position for himself in this new life and take control until they told him no.
Then Warren sat and crafted his message to the Professor explaining the delay in reading Xavier's message, about the new constitution, his decision and plans, and of course the coffee. When he was done some time later, Warren felt more in charge of his life than he had in four and a half years. But the missive was not to be sent quite yet.
###
The rest of Warren's day was spent completing a few miscellaneous duties, straightening up his quarters, and reading.
"Another rough day in the life of Warren Worthington the Third!" he said aloud to his chambers. 'I really need more to keep busy!' he thought. The palace staff was efficient and so well managed by the heads of staff, there was little for Warren to do in that area. The personal attendant duties he had assumed were now old hat and went quickly. Perhaps his decision to act more like Imperial staff would lead to more responsibilities.
As soon as Ztar's day concluded with Gtar-Cro and the others, Warren headed to the Emperor's office. It had been a long meeting and it was well past the usual dinner hour when Warren poked his head through the open office door. Ztar was seated behind his desk, nose buried in the computer viewscreen.
"Ztar, I know you've had a long day already, but do you have a few minutes?"
Ztar's head popped up and a smile came immediately.
"Always for you!"
Warren closed the office door, then settled into the chair across from Ztar.
"A couple of things have come up that I wanted you to know about. First is H'ton Me Rzyr. Delme and I talked about the need to begin preparations. We're thinking of kicking off the celebration in a couple weeks, maybe a little further out depending on Niat's ability to get the food. Any objections?"
Ztar raised his eyebrows at the new approach. Archangel was not asking permission, only if Ztar had any objections. Behavior much more in keeping with a member of Imperial staff, Ztar thought. Perhaps Archangel was beginning to feel like Imperial staff at last. Ztar smiled, but said nothing about his observation.
"I have no objections. Just let me know when my presence is needed for the ceremony."
'Good!' Warren thought. 'The easy one done.'
"My other idea was prompted by the Chef's request for more coffee from Earth. I'd like to open trading channels with my company to supply it to the palace on a regular basis. Delme believes staff and visitors will like it – he certainly does. We'd keep the arrangement low key, just between the palace and Worthington Enterprises for now."
That got Ztar's full attention. Trading with a world that was basically non-spacefaring would be treading into mostly uncharted waters. Ztar had always kept relations with pre-FTL worlds extremely limited. Most of those worlds didn't even know they were part of the large Turzent Empire; those systems were merely absorbed into Imperial territory without their knowledge.
Right or wrong, Ztar firmly believed that alien contact with pre-spacefaring species was to be avoided. Throw advanced technology and interference at peoples not yet ready for life beyond their world was a recipe for disaster. Ztar had enough troubles with FTL worlds without having to police the inevitable disruption alien contact would have on pre-FTL cultures.
Under the new constitution, those worlds not aware of the Empire would remain off limits until they were ready for off-world contact. But Earth was different – the Accord had ensured that. And considering Earth's relations with the Shi'ar Empire, Earth wasn't an ordinary pre-FTL civilization.
"So you and Delme would work only through your company to obtain the coffee? No government involvement?"
"Not now. A private transaction. Once the Empire and Earth figure out how they will interact with each other, we'll adjust our arrangement, if need be."
"Anything other than coffee?"
"I've considered that. I don't want to limit us to just that commodity if there's something else Delme would like to import. Worthington Enterprises can obtain nearly anything."
Ztar quickly ran through some of the possible ramifications of the move. Establishing trade relations between the Emperor's private residence and a company owned by one of his Imperial staff would smack of favoritism and conflict of interest. It would also bypass many of the established channels for trade within the Empire – one being his own finance office, which oversaw trade and commerce. He'd need to make sure his finance minister was agreeable. Several other considerations crossed his mind, but if he limited the transactions to palace needs only…
"Since you're familiar with how business and trade works, I don't think I need to explain the thoughts that have just gone through my mind."
"I do understand that we're opening trade between Imperial power and my private company on a planet not yet a full member of the Empire. I know the impressions it may present and that this likely goes against current trade policy. However, we're keeping this limited to our needs here. I'm part of the palace and I prefer certain food and beverage items. I have resources on Earth that can provide those items. And if palace staff would also like to enjoy those foods, what is the harm? I just ask that my company not absorb the cost beyond my own consumption." Warren said smiling.
Ztar considered the angle. That may just work to smooth over any objections.
"Proceed then. I ask that you keep your personal requests entirely separate from the palace requests. Make sure the communications are direct, no procurer involved, such as Niat. I will inform Finance Minister Yramma e'Troz of our decision. If he has strong objections, I'll let you know, but I don't anticipate any that we can't address."
"Thanks, Ztar. I'll let Delme know he can have his coffee without stealing mine!" Warren joked. As Warren rose, the colors outside the window caught his eye – a beautiful sunset was taking place.
"Look at that," he directed Ztar as he walked over to the window. "It may be the best one I've seen yet on Sat'rey."
"Beautiful indeed!" Ztar agreed. "With the coming rainy season, we should see more of those."
Ztar was more pleased with Archangel's approach to the two issues they discussed than he would let on right now. Another step in Archangel's settling into life on Sat'rey, his role as Imperial staff, and being with Ztar. It warmed him from the inside out. He rose from his desk to join Archangel at the window.
Ztar came up behind Warren as he looked down to the reflecting pool from the Emperor's office. Colors of the sunset rippled, merged, and melted one into the other as a gentle breeze moved the water. It was beautiful and mesmerizing. Ztar's placed his hand at the small of Warren's back under his shirt and slowly moved it up along his spine to the place between the wings. Shivers ran through Warren and he moved slightly to coax the hand to the wing base, but Ztar kept it away. Instead the hand teased the area around where wing met back.
Warren turned slightly toward Ztar and the Emperor nuzzled his ear, nipping at the ear lobe and working his way down the neck with gentle kisses and nips. The whole time Ztar kept the one hand tantalizingly close to the sensitive area of the wing base. Warren wanted the hand on that spot that Ztar knew well, but the Emperor's hand only strayed teasingly nearby.
Warren couldn't get under Ztar's shirt as he was wearing one of his long, belted tunics, so he could only run his hands down Ztar's back over the cloth. Ztar kissed his way back up Warren's neck, ear, cheek and finally brushing against his lips, pulling back just as Warren was about to take Ztar's mouth into his. Then Ztar came in close again, brushing lips across lips. Warren tried again, but again Ztar pulled back.
"You're a tease," Warren said, his voice already becoming breathy.
Ztar smiled just before putting his other hand behind Warren's head and taking his mouth fully for a probing kiss. At the same time, Ztar's hand slid over that erogenous spot at the wing base. Warren moaned and pulled Ztar close, pushing his groin against the Emperor's. Warren never ceased being amazed at how quickly Ztar could arouse him. By the bulge against Warren, the Emperor was in the same condition.
As the kiss wound down, Warren pulled back gently and said the words he knew the Emperor had longed to hear. "Make love to me," he uttered softly. The words were the most difficult yet since his decision to freely give himself to Ztar and they sent a slight shiver through him. He watched as Ztar's eyes widened in an incredulous look.
'Did I hear right?' the Emperor dared to hope.
"Did you just say what I think you did?" he was almost afraid to ask in case he had heard wrong. Then Archangel nodded and smiled a nervous smile. He had heard right! By the gods, he had heard what he never dreamed he would.
"My Archangel, I have waited so long to hear you say those words…so long." The Emperor's answer to his companion's request was swift as he kissed Archangel urgently. Hands applied the right pressure in the right way on both wings and Archangel moaned in growing need, arching into the Emperor further. Ztar pushed Archangel back slowly from him, keeping the kiss locked until the last moment.
"Our chambers," Ztar suggested with a husky voice.
Warren realized that would be much easier, considering there really wasn't anywhere in Ztar's office for this to happen. When you have wings, certain things are a little more difficult, particularly when your lover wants to be on top – a soft bed with plump pillows is a necessity. Ztar took Warren's hand and pulled him toward the door. Ztar opened the office door, and they were greeted by Sukja who was in mid-motion to press the chime.
"Sukja!" Ztar stepped back slightly in surprise.
"Emperor, I'm sorry. I was just coming to talk about a few matters…" Sukja let his voice trail off. One look at the sultry eyes of the Emperor and the joined hands pretty Sukja quickly surmised what he'd interrupted.
"It can wait, my Emperor," and Sukja moved backward.
"Are you certain, Sukja? Nothing urgent?"
"Nothing urgent," he said smiling with a look to Archangel who was blushing. It amused Sukja that Archangel was still embarrassed when caught in an affectionate moment with the Emperor. With a slight, respectful bow, Sukja turned and disappeared down the hall.
"I thought he'd never leave," Warren joked.
Ztar pulled Warren into a quick embrace, laughing softly. "My thoughts exactly!"
As soon as they were in Ztar's chambers, the clothes started coming off, leaving a trail from the door to the bed. With Warren beneath him, the Turzent took the human's mouth urgently. Fingers of one hand sought the sensitive membrane under feathers, and he tantalized and combed, eliciting murmurs of pleasure once again. Later, together they'd repair any resulting splits in the feathers. Ztar enjoyed that routine almost more than anything else they did together, aside from the love-making. It felt intimate and bonding.
For now, Ztar's entire focus was on enjoying long, leisurely sex with the human that made his life worthwhile and gave it meaning. All his accomplishments would mean nothing if Archangel were not at his side. If he ever lost the human, Ztar would surely die – maybe not physically, but his soul would perish. This he believed with his entire being.
Warren was swimming in the sensations Ztar was layering upon him. Ztar was skilled beyond anyone Warren had ever had been with. He felt inadequate in comparison, yet Ztar never seemed to be less than satisfied.
And once again, when Archangel could bear no more, he asked Ztar to take him and Ztar marveled all over again at the other words he once believed he would never hear. Ztar took him, long and deep and passionately until he released into his Archangel and his Archangel was also spent. When the sex was done, he looked into his lover's eyes – the pupils were large and the crystalline-blue seemed a deeper blue – and he thought he'd disappear into them. The empathic sensations coming from Archangel were warm and satisfied and they filled Ztar with the sense of peace his soul had longed for for so many years.
"Do you have any idea how happy you make me?" Ztar asked those eyes.
"I'd have to guess. I don't know," Warren feigned ignorance.
"Euphoric. Ecstatic. I'm in rapture in your arms!" he informed with a chaste kiss and a mischievous grin.
"Laying it on a little thick, aren't we?"
"Just making myself perfectly clear. I don't want you to have any doubts!" He ran his hand through the golden hair.
Ztar's face then took on a more solemn expression as he searched Warren's.
"Why do you stay?" he wanted to know, resting back on an elbow.
Warren wasn't prepared for the question. He hadn't really considered what he'd say if Ztar asked. Yet for all the reasons Warren gave himself why he stayed and all the soul-searching that went into that decision, it really boiled down to one simple reason.
"You believe you need me."
Ztar sat up, his face reflecting the thoughts racing through his mind. While Ztar contemplated, Warren scooted up and back against the pillows along the headboard, watching Ztar.
"I do need you – I can't image life without you. But I don't understand…after everything…why?"
"Because you're worth the commitment. And what you're doing now with the Empire is worth the commitment."
Warren knew Ztar's self-worth was shaky despite how he appeared on the outside – confident, strong, in control. Ztar believed he needed Warren – dependency. If Ztar could come to believe in his own worth, perhaps he'd become strong enough to stand alone and still be content – independence. Then he'd be ready for a fully mature relationship – interdependence. But those thoughts didn't necessarily need to be expressed to Ztar. One step at a time.
"So you chose to stay here, to give up returning home and remain in a relationship that I know you would not chose, because I'm worth the commitment?" Ztar was disbelieving. "I don't know what you're seeing in me, but I wouldn't have made the same decision."
It just didn't add up to Ztar. He had been monstrous to Archangel. Beyond that, he'd been cruel to so many bedmates over the past years, and it horrified him that he couldn't even remember the names of most of his victims. Victims – that what they had been. Beyond even that, he'd been the conqueror, expanding his empire against the will of many, usually with force early on; later with sheer intimidation. Along the way, he'd injured and killed. How could that possibly add up to something that Archangel was willing to put his own life and his own needs aside for?
"Ztar whatever it is you're thinking right now, it's probably all negative. Listing the reasons why I shouldn't have wanted to stay. Turn that around. Think about the good you've done – are doing. One example is Ozjaer. Where would Sukja and Atichi be today if you hadn't come into power? They told me how much that changed their lives for the better. You brought peace to many worlds and now you're returning their freedoms, but with the strong foundation of stable Empire to build on."
"But does the end justify the means? Archangel, I did not build my Empire for altruistic reasons."
"True, but you were what you needed to be at the time. Just as Moit'de told me I was here for a purpose, perhaps the universe placed you where you were needed for a purpose. To pull together an Empire from the warring systems that had been ruling. To provide stability, and from that the hope of a better life and greater prosperity. And isn't that what happened? From everything I've read and heard about life before your Empire and life after, that is what happened. Now tell me that you didn't do something good," Warren concluded, watching Ztar closely for his reaction.
"But again, the means…"
"Perhaps a less driven person, a more compassionate person, would not have been capable of what you accomplished. But that kind of person is no longer needed – the Empire has been created and is evolving. And look at you – you're no longer that kind of person. You're evolving." Warren paused, placing a hand over Ztar's that were clasped in his lap. "Ztar, you are on the right path. You are fulfilling your purpose. Just as I decided to fulfill mine – to stay here with you until you don't need me anymore."
Ztar's eyes grew wide. "I will always need you!"
"There is a big difference between need and want," Warren said simply.
Ztar sat quietly for a few moments. "I do need you, Archangel. Life without you…I'm not strong enough. I fear what I'd return to or what I'd do." Ztar confessed with moisture in his eyes.
"And that's why I decided to stay. The person you're becoming is worth the commitment."
Ztar looked at Archangel with genuine awe. It was like he was brought into Ztar's life for a purpose. He could see that now and he thanked the gods for making it so.
"You are my miracle, Archangel. You are an Esserru! You have healed my soul," Ztar said, gently touching Archangel's face.
Warren knew all about the legend of the Esserru in Turzent mythology – creatures of great compassion, wisdom, and power. It was a high compliment. He smiled.
"Well, this Esserru is hungry – we haven't had dinner yet!" Warren exclaimed to lighten the mood.
Ztar laughed heartily and shook his head. "Then we must eat. Delme's kitchen is closed. We'll have to make do with what's here."
"Suits me just fine. Snacks and Dison – a good way to end the evening."
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Two things were at the top of Warren's priority list – the H'ton Me Rzyr festival and contacting Xavier and Worthington Enterprises. He given word to Delme that Ztar agreed the festival should be held, so the chef was already busy planning and securing the food. Moit'de was tasked with the usual ceremony preparations. All Warren needed to do was ensure Ztar knew where to be when, that the festival was formally announced for next week, and that things moved ahead. Pretty easy.
What wasn't quite as easy was putting the pieces in place for opening trade with Worthington Enterprises. Warren's message to Xavier had been recorded several days ago. Since Xavier had power-of-attorney over Worthington Enterprises in Warren's absence, he would direct the company on Warren's behalf and orchestrate the trade, at least the first time. After that, Warren would work directly Worthington Enterprises without Xavier as intermediary. The person he had in mind at WE as his direct contact was already privy to the extent of life beyond Earth and could be trusted with highly sensitive matters.
Warren's plan was to send a courier ship to the X-mansion and have the message and a comlink device hand delivered to Xavier. Once everything was in place and the coffee and other goods where ready for transport, the courier ship would return at Xavier's signal for the cargo. Warren learned that obtaining courier ships was done through Security Chief Lar.
"So if I understand correctly, this will be a periodic request. A courier ship to Earth to retrieve various commodities," Lar restated.
"That's the idea. Our courier turns over payment and the goods are brought back. Simple."
"Seems simple enough. As long as Ztar and anyone else concerned is agreeable, I don't see any logistical problems. For this first trip, the courier is not to wait, correct? Xavier will send word when all is ready?"
"Yes. I'd like to include a couple comlinks with my message chip so we can have direct contact from now on. One for Xavier and one for my contact at Worthington Enterprises."
"That can be arranged. Earth is so far removed from the rest of the Empire, though, I'll need to make sure the link will be stable. If not, things get a little more complicated, but that's for me to worry about. I'll let you know if that's an issue."
Warren could easily tell that Lar was running through many issues his head while he talked. Security is a complex dance of free movement of goods and people while maintaining enough control to ensure safety.
"When can we send the courier?"
"Give me today to take care of the details. Tomorrow?" Lar offered.
"Quicker that I thought! That works." Warren laid the chip on Lar's desk. "This is the message to Xavier. Other than the comlinks, nothing else goes this first trip."
Lar picked up the chip and nodded. "I'll let you know when everything is set. On your word, this message will be relayed to the selected courier and it will be on its way to Earth for hand delivery with the comlinks."
Warren rose from the chair and smiled at Lar. "Thank you! I appreciate the assistance."
"Just doing the job."
###
A couple days later, Warren entered his own chambers mid-afternoon, which mostly served as his office since he'd been sharing chambers with Ztar, and was greeted by his PI chiming. His heart skipped a beat – it was the chime tone indicating a message from Earth.
He immediately brought up the message and it was from Xavier as he expected. Xavier was all smiles in the recorded image. The video quality was somewhat degraded and Warren assumed Lar's concern about the stability of the link was coming into play.
"Warren! I was overcome with joy at receiving your message! I had hopes you might be nearby to take this message live, but I'll just leave a recording for now. Thank you for explaining the delay in reading my first message. I understand completely. I was also glad to hear that things are…more comfortable for you. Although I must admit my surprise at your decision to remain with Ztar." Xavier paused and seemed to consider his next words.
"Actually, I'm not surprised at your willingness to put aside your needs for someone else's. That is nothing new for you. I worry, though my friend, that you do so at too high a personal price sometimes. Don't lose yourself to Ztar." Another pause as Xavier gathered his thoughts.
"I have already contacted your company and things are in motion. Josh Rellings tells me I'll hear in a couple days that the coffee and other items are ready," Xavier explained smiling. "I had to do a lot of tap dancing around his questions concerning you, the Turzent Empire, and where this off-world trade may lead. Mr. Rellings is very astute, Warren, but his concerns are assuaged for now. You were right to choose him; he is a man of discretion and his word." Warren concluded that Xavier likely scanned the man before trusting him with any information about Warren.
"I'm not going to bore you with tales of our latest trials. Just know not much has changed and it continues to be more of the same. All the people you know are well. Earth's biggest challenge will likely be after we're brought fully into the Empire, in whatever manner it is that Ztar and his government intend to accomplish that. I look forward to hearing more, but I do need to say it worries me. To be honest, I'm not sure Earth's people are ready to join the interstellar community on a grand scale. Caution must be exercised!"
Xavier's image flickered and degraded more.
"But enough of that for now. I look forward to future messages and hopefully some live talks. Again, thank you for sending the message. Anything I can do to help you I will. Take care, my friend!" And the screen went blank on Xavier's broad smile.
Warren felt a happiness and warmth toward Xavier and Earth that he hadn't experienced in a long time. This had been a good idea all around, he concluded.
###
Ztar was agitated with Gtar-Cro. Five weeks since the possible discovery that the Etagllot organization may have resurfaced and still nothing concrete from MI. Another possibility was that the discovery was a planted falsehood meant to distract MI during this already tense period for his government. Whichever was the truth, answers were needed. He sent another secure comm message reminding Gtar-Cro that he was still waiting for those answers.
###
The day had come for the release of the new constitution and the enactment plan to the public. The inner circle gathered at the palace for the first hours after the release to wait on the reports from across the Empire. Planetary security and the military were on high, but quiet alert. Everything that could be done to pave the way had been done. Communication outlets across the star systems read, distributed, posted, and analyzed the constitution. Now it was up to the people to judge their work, and those in current power held their breath.
Sukja and Warren were also in the conference room that was alive with viewscreens subspace linked to the most important media outlets. It was the first time Warren had been asked to sit in on an inner circle meeting. He felt honored, but a little out of place. Sukja had reassured him that he would be welcomed, yet Warren wasn't so certain. Thus far, though, no one had given any indication that we were irritated or offended at his presence. But Warren would remain quiet unless and until he was brought into any discussions.
At the early juncture, first impressions of the documents were mostly positive. However, Warren kept things in perspective. This was a media not used to openly criticizing the government too harshly. While the media had not been state-run, it had not been a "freedom of the press" environment. The enactment plan clearly stated that freedom of the media was effective immediately. No matter what the constitution now said, the media and others would be leery at first, slowly testing the waters of their newfound liberty. This fact was acknowledged by everyone in the room, so first impressions reporting was taken with a grain of salt.
Then as the media became more confident that their freedom to speak out was real, the backlash would begin. Those in power expected the pent-up anger and discontent to erupt and criticism of Imperial rule would be its most vicious. Once that had been expelled, more even-handed reporting and commentary should become the norm.
For now, the reports were encouraging. Broadcasted interviews with various officials and Ztar's planetary relations staff were going well.
"Enjoy the honeymoon period while it lasts and use it to its fullest advantage. It will end soon enough," Ztar quoted Myrundra to everyone in the room. She was the only one of the inner circle not present – duty required her to be in the midst of the action.
Myrundra held Ztar in reserve. Let him speak to his people the day after the release. That gave her staff time to evaluate the reaction and adjust Ztar's words accordingly. He would receive a draft of his address overnight for review. Ztar would record the message tomorrow morning and it was scheduled to be broadcast mid-afternoon that day.
Continuously open links were maintained between the palace and Myrundra's office, as well as military intelligence and security forces. Thus far, nothing unexpected or dire had been detected. And after the first few hours, the room began to breathe a little more easily.
"We appear to be coming through the first critical hours in good shape," Gtar-Cro noted.
"Some grumbling about the order in which systems will be brought under the new constitution, but that's to be expected," Legal Advisor Stjarmas'de added. "Going by seniority, though, seems to be generally accepted as the most valid approach. Hard to argue that point with any real substance."
Warren noted that Stjarmas'de statement meant Earth would be likely one of the last planets brought under the new constitution. Only those systems acquired through the Turzent-Commonwealth Peace Treaty would be further down on the list, and that list was very short. Warren wondered if Earth was getting any information as to what was transpiring. Certainly, the key government officials that had been privy to the Turzent-Earth Accord were being apprised?
"Ztar, do you have a moment?" he asked.
Ztar walked over to where Warren was standing off to one side of the room.
"What about Earth? Is there any communication with them today? Are they aware of what's happening?"
"No, Archangel. Not yet."
"Why not?"
"In part because Earth isn't fully part of the Empire as yet. Once Earth is a full member under the constitution and the Accord is void, we'll determine how much contact is appropriate for your planet." Ztar did a mental jerk as he realized what he had just revealed. His heart skipped.
It took a long moment for the meaning of the reply to hit him. Warren was stunned and his voice eluded him. Had he heard correctly? That was not what Ztar had told him three weeks ago! Ztar had said Earth was freed then already.
"The Accord is still in effect?!" Warren finally found his voice.
"Archangel, don't misunderstand. Earth is free and you are free. Earth just doesn't know it yet." Ztar said feeling the anger flaring in Archangel.
"What's going on, Ztar?" Warren's voice rose. He was ready to be very angry. Several faces turned toward them.
"Let's talk elsewhere," Ztar said quietly. "I'll explain."
'You had better,' Warren fumed silently as the two men left the conference room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Warren turned on Ztar.
"What the hell is going on? You said the Accord was void three weeks ago!"
"And it will be – officially – when Earth comes under the constitution."
Shock and anger swept through Warren. "That's a year from now! You never said that. You said Earth was free – I was free! There were no qualifiers – no timeframe. I asked if I could leave the next day and you said yes!" Warren was livid.
Ztar watched as Archangel's eyes burned and the wings spread slightly – both indicators of his level of anger. It was high!
"And you could have. I would never hold you to the Accord now or in the coming months. It's as good as void – it's just a technicality."
"Technicalities have a way of undoing the best of intentions, Ztar! You may say I'm free, but legally I am not and neither is Earth." Warren was nearly in Ztar's face. "You should have told me! You lied to me through omission!"
Ztar stepped back from Archangel the anger was so intense. 'By the gods, what do I say now?'
"Archangel, please! I am so sorry I didn't clarify. Believe me, you are free – I decreed it! I am still Emperor. No one will hold you to the Accord – no one!"
Warren backed away from Ztar. He was too mad right not to talk any more. "When I'm really free, come see me. Til then, stay away from me!" And Warren stormed down the hall, out of the palace, and into the afternoon air.
Ztar stood stunned. "Damn the gods!" he yelled down the empty hall.
The door behind Ztar opened cautiously. It was Sukja.
"My Emperor, is everything alright?" he asked warily.
Ztar turned to Sukja and the look on Ztar's face took him by surprise – he looked devastated.
"No, Sukja. It's not."
Sukja stepped out into the hall, closing the conference room door behind him.
"What happened?"
"He found out the Accord is still in effect."
"What?!" Sukja was dumbfounded. 'The Accord still in effect?'
"I told him it's just a technicality and I would never hold him to it. And you know I wouldn't! Sukja, he's so very angry right now. He said I lied. I didn't mean to – in my mind the Accord no longer exists!" Ztar swallowed hard. Had he just ruined everything? "He said to stay away from him until he was really free. By the gods, Sukja, what do I do now?!"
Sukja took a deep breath. They needed to move this conversation elsewhere. "Ztar, come with me."
Sukja firmly took control, leading the Emperor to the next conference room and closing the door. Once he had the Emperor sitting down, he pulled up a chair and sat facing the Emperor.
"Ztar, I need to understand exactly what the situation is with the Accord. I, too, thought it was void already."
"Counselors – necessary evils!" Ztar nearly spat the words out. "He said that all agreements between the Empire and the planets should remain in effect until each world comes under the new constitution to ensure a more stable transition. That way everyone knows what's expected of them until they are part of the new order – Earth included. And I allowed it. It seemed so reasonable. But Earth is such a different situation – I should have known better. And now Archangel believes I lied to him! Sukja, I didn't mean to. It's a technicality – no one will enforce it! But he didn't accept that." Ztar took in a shaky breath. " 'When I'm really free, come see me. Til then, stay away' – those were his words. Then he left."
"You explained all this to him?"
"I didn't have time. He left before- I was taken by surprise. He was so angry. I didn't think fast enough." Ztar was fighting to remain composed, but he feared the ramifications. 'By the gods, how could I have been so misguided?'
Sukja sighed quietly. He didn't see this as an insurmountable problem, but where Archangel was concerned, any threat to that relationship left Ztar in a maelstrom. Sukja was certain that Archangel's pragmatic side would see the logic in the Counselor's approach and in Ztar's good intentions. Right now, though, Archangel was likely too upset to be thinking straight.
"My Emperor, give him time to calm down. Then you'll tell him what you just told me. He's sensible – he'll see why the decision was made. The transition period is not just about Earth – there's a bigger picture that needs to be considers. Archangel just isn't seeing at the moment."
Ztar was dubious. He had hurt Archangel once again through the well-meant deception. How many hurts would his beloved be willing to put aside?
"I just hope he comes back," Ztar put voice to his fear. Their empathic connection told him how very angry Archangel was, but connection was tenuous and growing weak. Ztar worried it would break.
"He will," Sukja said with confidence, but he was worried. This was Ztar's first lie to Archangel and the damage could be significant, now and down the road.
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