"You want to do what?" Neesa shouted, forgetting who she was speaking to.
The taller Sayian cringed, knowing the prince's reputation for reacting badly to insubordination. His worry turned to surprise as the prince did nothing, but continued to restate his plan. "Woman, I can do this. Transfer all nonessential power to the shields and stabilizers. When I tell you transfer the remaining power over, except life-support. I will do the rest."
Bardock was skeptical of that the prince could manage to harness and control the energy needed. Then again, his scouter had read over 450,000 megaparcels before exploding and his crew wasn't even scratched. The new princess didn't seem the least bit concerned. He slid into the seat next to his mate. "Let's do this Neesa."
The small Sayian centered himself in the middle of the small craft as the lights dimmed. He breathed evenly and moved his arms out then set his hands to his chest, knuckles touching. Slowly he kneeled into a Sayian meditation stance. The ship's shaking calmed. "I'm ready. Put all power into the shields."
Deft hands moved over the keypads and the ship dimmed to emergency lighting and stilled for a few moments, then began moving forward. The small vessel speed rose smoothly and soon passed the maximum speed it was capable of. The third class mates could only wonder as the made their way through the raging tempest around them.
A small console at the command center at the docking station began beeping as a craft registered. The technician ran computations and turned in shock to the officer of the deck. "Sir, the ship from Merz just came into range. It should be here in 40 minutes."
"What!" the deck officer responded in disbelief. "That ship couldn't make it her for another hour and a half, even in the best of flight conditions. There is no way that can be the Merz shuttle."
"I have already checked it three times sir. It is the shuttle from Merz." The technician responded flatly. "I took a speed reading and it was going twice its maximum safe speed, and the power onboard systems show their propulsion is off."
"That's ridiculous." The officer stammered.
The technician shook his head, himself not believing the readings. "Their onboard systems may be damaged. That would account for the propulsion showing inactive, but our system is functioning normally and its readings do show they will be here in 38 minutes sir."
A towel ran over wide shoulders as the king dried himself while his mate rinsed herself in the stately shower. Even with his anxious desire to check on the royal brat he quietly watched her rounded yet powerful frame sway under the cascading water. There would be an unprecedented scandal if anyone ever found out she was, in fact the dominant mate. No one would suspect for they were two parts of a whole, equal and balanced as true mates should be.
He regained enough sense to direct himself to the task of dressing as she covered her curves with a towel and moved to her closet. Pulling on his tight fitting garments he left the bathing area. Boots and gloves awaited him at his chair. He had just managed to finish his gloves and grab the cracked armor when a knock sounded at the door.
"Come." A commanding voice echoed through the door and palace messenger slowly entered the chamber. As he shut the door and turned; the queen made her way into the large room buttoning the last clasp on her gilded shirt.
The page shuffled slightly and commenced to inform the sovereign couple. "Sire, my queen. The landing station has informed us the shuttle from Merz is well ahead of schedule and should be landing in 30 minutes at the main landing platform."
Their eyes shot up. The great Sayian could not believe the statement. "That's not possible. The design couldn't have traveled this far by now."
"There is no doubt sire. All our systems are in order and the call signal is from the shuttle. Though no one can explain the impossible speed the vessel was traveling at." The herald explained lowering his head slightly in respect.
The queen was beyond caring about mysteries. All she wanted was her son home and safe. Moving to the page she asserted herself. "Thank you Raga. Tell the station that we will arrive shortly to meet our son."
The king nodded his assent to her course of action, and the page departed. Turning his attention back to his battered breast plate he viewed remembered the day it found its current state. The tall queen watched her mate finish placing the long cloth to the epaulets of the armor.
The quarters of the regent were far less serene. His mate, two sons, and daughter bantered and commotion about the long absent relation. High ranking dignitaries had been received with far less fuss as the regent addressed the beeping monitor. The message from the landing and traffic controller came up. "The shuttle from Merz has entered orbit and will be landing at main docking platform 5 in 20 minutes."
"Twenty minutes." The graying Sayian blurted out in confusion. His family turned to him wondering why his normally tranquil demeanor had slipped in surprise.
His mate moved to him. "Bergthor"
"Yes Mika." He responded while confirming the information on the shuttle.
She leaned over his chair and looked to the screen uncertain. "Is there a problem husband? You seem unsettled."
He couldn't help but smile at his red headed woman's assessment. "Not unsettled, merely surprised. The ship from Merz should not be here for at least another 2 hours, but the station sent word that they are landing in less than 20 minutes."
"Your not serious father; those ships can't travel that fast." Kagara shot back standing and moving toward the desk.
The old diplomat sighed. "And that is why I am confirming it with the station."
Creaking from the main door brought the attention of the now gathering family to the arrival o f the royal pair. Little red haired TreeAnna bounded to the door to greet her Aunt and Uncle. The king smiled at the precautious young woman and nodded to his brother.
"The shuttle will be landing very soon." The regent's confusion was quickly caught. "There is no mistake. They checked it several times."
The elder sayian was about to continue his uncertainty when he caught a faint pull on his psyche. He felt a familiar yet strange presence touching him. After a moment he discerned his nephew's presence. Taking a deep breath he nodded to his younger sibling. The king turned. "If you want to be there when the ship lands than get moving."
The regent smiled to his family and proceeded to join his brother. They reached the station in 10 minutes and turned to the sky over head. A small silver object became visible in the darkness above and they proceeded to the landing area.
The taller Sayian cringed, knowing the prince's reputation for reacting badly to insubordination. His worry turned to surprise as the prince did nothing, but continued to restate his plan. "Woman, I can do this. Transfer all nonessential power to the shields and stabilizers. When I tell you transfer the remaining power over, except life-support. I will do the rest."
Bardock was skeptical of that the prince could manage to harness and control the energy needed. Then again, his scouter had read over 450,000 megaparcels before exploding and his crew wasn't even scratched. The new princess didn't seem the least bit concerned. He slid into the seat next to his mate. "Let's do this Neesa."
The small Sayian centered himself in the middle of the small craft as the lights dimmed. He breathed evenly and moved his arms out then set his hands to his chest, knuckles touching. Slowly he kneeled into a Sayian meditation stance. The ship's shaking calmed. "I'm ready. Put all power into the shields."
Deft hands moved over the keypads and the ship dimmed to emergency lighting and stilled for a few moments, then began moving forward. The small vessel speed rose smoothly and soon passed the maximum speed it was capable of. The third class mates could only wonder as the made their way through the raging tempest around them.
A small console at the command center at the docking station began beeping as a craft registered. The technician ran computations and turned in shock to the officer of the deck. "Sir, the ship from Merz just came into range. It should be here in 40 minutes."
"What!" the deck officer responded in disbelief. "That ship couldn't make it her for another hour and a half, even in the best of flight conditions. There is no way that can be the Merz shuttle."
"I have already checked it three times sir. It is the shuttle from Merz." The technician responded flatly. "I took a speed reading and it was going twice its maximum safe speed, and the power onboard systems show their propulsion is off."
"That's ridiculous." The officer stammered.
The technician shook his head, himself not believing the readings. "Their onboard systems may be damaged. That would account for the propulsion showing inactive, but our system is functioning normally and its readings do show they will be here in 38 minutes sir."
A towel ran over wide shoulders as the king dried himself while his mate rinsed herself in the stately shower. Even with his anxious desire to check on the royal brat he quietly watched her rounded yet powerful frame sway under the cascading water. There would be an unprecedented scandal if anyone ever found out she was, in fact the dominant mate. No one would suspect for they were two parts of a whole, equal and balanced as true mates should be.
He regained enough sense to direct himself to the task of dressing as she covered her curves with a towel and moved to her closet. Pulling on his tight fitting garments he left the bathing area. Boots and gloves awaited him at his chair. He had just managed to finish his gloves and grab the cracked armor when a knock sounded at the door.
"Come." A commanding voice echoed through the door and palace messenger slowly entered the chamber. As he shut the door and turned; the queen made her way into the large room buttoning the last clasp on her gilded shirt.
The page shuffled slightly and commenced to inform the sovereign couple. "Sire, my queen. The landing station has informed us the shuttle from Merz is well ahead of schedule and should be landing in 30 minutes at the main landing platform."
Their eyes shot up. The great Sayian could not believe the statement. "That's not possible. The design couldn't have traveled this far by now."
"There is no doubt sire. All our systems are in order and the call signal is from the shuttle. Though no one can explain the impossible speed the vessel was traveling at." The herald explained lowering his head slightly in respect.
The queen was beyond caring about mysteries. All she wanted was her son home and safe. Moving to the page she asserted herself. "Thank you Raga. Tell the station that we will arrive shortly to meet our son."
The king nodded his assent to her course of action, and the page departed. Turning his attention back to his battered breast plate he viewed remembered the day it found its current state. The tall queen watched her mate finish placing the long cloth to the epaulets of the armor.
The quarters of the regent were far less serene. His mate, two sons, and daughter bantered and commotion about the long absent relation. High ranking dignitaries had been received with far less fuss as the regent addressed the beeping monitor. The message from the landing and traffic controller came up. "The shuttle from Merz has entered orbit and will be landing at main docking platform 5 in 20 minutes."
"Twenty minutes." The graying Sayian blurted out in confusion. His family turned to him wondering why his normally tranquil demeanor had slipped in surprise.
His mate moved to him. "Bergthor"
"Yes Mika." He responded while confirming the information on the shuttle.
She leaned over his chair and looked to the screen uncertain. "Is there a problem husband? You seem unsettled."
He couldn't help but smile at his red headed woman's assessment. "Not unsettled, merely surprised. The ship from Merz should not be here for at least another 2 hours, but the station sent word that they are landing in less than 20 minutes."
"Your not serious father; those ships can't travel that fast." Kagara shot back standing and moving toward the desk.
The old diplomat sighed. "And that is why I am confirming it with the station."
Creaking from the main door brought the attention of the now gathering family to the arrival o f the royal pair. Little red haired TreeAnna bounded to the door to greet her Aunt and Uncle. The king smiled at the precautious young woman and nodded to his brother.
"The shuttle will be landing very soon." The regent's confusion was quickly caught. "There is no mistake. They checked it several times."
The elder sayian was about to continue his uncertainty when he caught a faint pull on his psyche. He felt a familiar yet strange presence touching him. After a moment he discerned his nephew's presence. Taking a deep breath he nodded to his younger sibling. The king turned. "If you want to be there when the ship lands than get moving."
The regent smiled to his family and proceeded to join his brother. They reached the station in 10 minutes and turned to the sky over head. A small silver object became visible in the darkness above and they proceeded to the landing area.