Chapter 7 - An Exotic Type of Wood
"Captain?"
Fleer turned away from the panel he was working in and toward the crewman behind him. "What?"
"Sir, the crew wants to know what's going on."
Fleer sighed and pulled his arms out of the panel. "Have the crew assemble on the mess deck.
"Right," the crewman responded. He turned and disappeared up the passageway. Fleer left the panel open, took one last look at the mass of melted and scorched plastic and metal within and set out for the mess deck.
When he arrived moments later, his small crew was already assembled. 'The survivors of my crew,' he thought bitterly. Still, risk was one of the accepted conditions of this line of work.
"Right. Here's the story: it's been four hours. I figure we have about four left before ships arrive from Jurai, find us, try us and put us all to death.
"I think we can be out of here in three hours, but it's going to be close. Right now the navigation system is off line and the main drive control channels are junk. There are other problems, like the food synthesizers and water recyclers, but those are secondary.
"Assuming we do get out of here, we're headed to our failure destination. I hope you all put some of your advance money into liquid assets, because when we hit dirt if you're smart you'll cease to exist. It's been a good ride, but it's over. Both Jurai and our customer will be after us now.
"I'm going to sell this ship and disappear. I don't expect to see any of you again, but if I do I'll be happy to have you on my crew.
"Now, let's get busy."
One by one, the faces of Battler's crew lifted and looked through the transparent walls of the life pod. The empty space surrounding Ryu-Oh was filling with ships. Already, they could see the majestic forms of the second generation tree ships Mizuho and Karin. Dozens of attendant vessels were coming into view by ones and twos. The crew sighed as one with relief and a little awe.
A few moments later a transport beam deposited Funaho and Misaki on the grass beneath Ryu-Oh. Their expressions were concerned. They looked around at the crew, many of them injured, and Funaho asked, "Who's in charge here?" Her tone was clear and kind.
A crewman stepped forward and bowed. "I am, ma'am. I'm Lieutenant Commander Talloty, the second officer."
"Good day, commander," Funaho said. "How is your crew?"
"The injured are doing well, ma'am. Everyone else is fine and eager to get back aboard our ship."
Funaho nodded and smiled. "Who is aboard Battler now?"
"Commander Pakma has a small crew aboard, ma'am. They're just manning the critical stations and making what repairs they can."
Misaki stepped forward, "Commander Pakma was in charge during the attack, wasn't he?"
"Yes, ma'am, he was."
"Where is Captain Locano?" Funaho asked him.
"He's over there, ma'am. He fell and hit his head before the battle began."
"Yes, we know. Thank you commander." Talloty bowed and stepped aside as Funaho and Misaki walked toward the captain. Along the way, they would smile at the sailors, personally thanking them. The effect of this on the crew was electric. They trailed along behind the two queens of Jurai as they approached the captain.
The captain struggled to sit up as they neared his bed, the pain evident in his face. A sailor moved to help him sit up, but Misaki gestured, making it clear that he should lie back. They stood near one side of his bed and Misaki reached down and took his hand.
"Captain," Funaho said.
"Ladies," the captain replied.
"We're sorry to hear about your injury."
"No sorrier than I, ma'am. It kept me from doing my duty when it called."
"Nonsense, captain!" Funaho replied. "The crew you commanded and trained performed admirably. You and they are to be commended," she said. She smiled at the gathered crew, "And you all will be commended by the king himself once you've returned to Jurai." There was a murmur among the crew and they returned her smile.
"Thank you, ma'am," the captain said.
"No, captain. Thank you." She looked at the crew again, "Thank you all for saving the life of our daughter."
"Yes, thank you all so much for saving my Little Ayeka!" Misaki gushed. "I'd like to give you all a nice hug, but there's so many of you! Where is Commander Talloty?"
"Uh, here ma'am," Talloty said, stepping forward.
"Come to me," Misaki said and, before he could react, she moved and grabbed him in a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said.
"Uh... You're welcome, ma'am," Talloty said. Then his eyes glazed and he leaned his head onto her shoulder. "Anytime..." he said dreamily.
After a long moment, the Funaho cleared her throat. "I think that's enough, sister."
"What? Oh, yes, you're right," Misaki said, letting Talloty go. He stood, a little unsteadily, his eyes still far away.
"Captain, thank you again," Funaho said with a slight bow to the captain. "Sister, let's go find Ayeka, shall we?" Misaki nodded enthusiastically. The gathered sailors parted to let them pass and they walked together toward Ryu-Oh's bridge.
Captain Locano eyed his second officer, who still looked a little dazed. "Commander, are you okay?"
Talloty looked slowly down at the captain, hesitated and said, "Yes. Yes, I'm fine..."
"So, what was it like to be hugged by the Second Queen of Jurai?" Locano asked.
Talloty's eyes unfocused again and after a moment he said, "It was very nice. I felt safe and warm and loved." His eyes focused and he looked at the captain again. "It was like she could talk to my soul. I really can't describe it."
"Don't try," Locano said. "It would spoil it."
The two queens didn't make it to the bridge before Ayeka found them. "Mommy! Auntie Funaho!" she cried, racing the last few steps into Misaki's arms, to her cries of "My Little Ayeka!"
"Ayeka," Funaho said. "We're so glad you're all right."
"Oh my Little Ayeka! You did such a good job! We're so proud."
Ayeka separated herself from Misaki and bowed to Funaho, who returned the gesture with a nod. "Thank you. But really, it was like trying to solve a puzzle. I didn't even have time to be afraid."
Funaho nodded. "Battles usually are that way. But after the battle is over, many people break down."
"Humph," Ayeka replied. "I am my father's daughter. I won't break down."
Misaki laughed. "He did after his first battle."
"He did?" Ayeka asked, surprised.
Funaho nodded. "He needed to change his armor, too."
Ayeka began snickering behind her hand, then laughing out loud. Before long, however, the laughter turned into tears as the tension finally broke. Misaki enfolded Ayeka in her arms and stroked her hair, making comforting noises.
"Oh, mommy," Ayeka sobbed. "I was so scared."
"I know, honey," Misaki said. "We all were..."
Misaki took Ayeka to her cabin, where Ayeka slept for several hours under the watchful eye of the Second Queen of Jurai.
While Ayeka slept, a fleet tug prepared to take Battler in tow, the Battler crew was moved to fleet vessels and scouts were sent out to search for survivors from the attacking force. Long range scans showed that nothing remained but debris, but a slow, thorough detail search that would reveal even small objects that wouldn't show up otherwise.
Ayeka woke up in her room and looked around blearily. She panicked and started, remembering the battle, but relaxed as she realized that she was safe. She let her head fall back into the pillow and rubbed her eyes with her hands. She glanced at the clock; she'd been sleeping for many hours. She still felt tired and worn out, but she was very hungry, too.
"Finally awake," she heard Ryoko say. "You royal types sure do know how to take it easy."
Ayeka sat up. Ryoko was sitting in a chair next to the bed. "Ryoko!" she said.
Ryoko looked around, "Nice digs, too. I'd forgotten what a good job Tenchi did in here."
"It is good to see you, Ryoko," Ayeka said, smiling.
"Nice to see you too, Ayeka. And in one piece, to boot," Ryoko replied with a smirk. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you for asking. Who is with you?"
"Pretty much everyone. Nobuyuki was out of town and we left the old man to keep an eye on things, but everyone else came along to rescue you. And here you didn't need to be rescued."
"Are my mother and Funaho still here?"
"Oh, yeah; still here. They filled us in on the details. I must say, I'm impressed: you kicked some major ass."
"Well, it was not just my doing. I owe my life to Commander Pakma of Battler," Ayeka replied.
"Yeah, we got the skinny on that, too. Heck of a thing: using his own power plant as a bomb." Ryoko leaned close to Ayeka and lowered her voice conspiratorially, "Have you met him?"
"No, we spoke, but that was it."
Ryoko nodded knowingly. "He's a knockout."
"Really?" Ayeka asked.
"Oh yeah! I think you should really reward the guy," Ryoko said, winking broadly and leaning in to nudge Ayeka with an elbow.
"Ryoko!" Ayeka said, smiling.
Ryoko laughed, "Just a thought."
"Ayeka!" Sasami charged into the room and leaped onto the bed, wrapping Ayeka in a hug. "Oh Ayeka! We were so worried..."
"Sasami! I am so happy to see you."
"What about the rest of us?" Washu asked. Ayeka looked up to see the others crowding into her cabin, smiles lighting their faces.
They had dinner under Ryu-Oh's branches. Despite the excellent food synthesizers aboard Ryu-Oh, Sasami insisted on preparing dinner; Washu and Funaho helping. To almost everyone's surprise, Funaho was very capable in the kitchen. "I wasn't always the First Queen of Jurai," she reminded them.
The meal was typically noisy and chaotic; everyone talking, laughing and teasing. The attention they paid Ayeka showed their feelings about almost losing her. There was never a moment when someone wasn't talking to her and every few minutes someone sitting next to her would have to move down as someone else insisted on taking their place. The seating was in constant turmoil as they moved from place to place.
They'd been eating for a while when Funaho looked up, saying, "Commander Pakma, thank you for joining us."
Everyone looked over and there was a happy noise from the group; Ayeka realized they had obviously met the commander before. She saw a man a little over six feet tall. His close-cropped hair was a shiny jet black. He had chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. He carried himself with confidence and authority and his powerful build filled out his navy uniform well. Ryoko was right: he was a very handsome.
Pakma strode across the grass and up to the group, stopping and bowing formally to Funaho. "Thank you for inviting me, ma'am."
"It was the least we could do to accommodate the man who saved Ayeka's life. Which reminds me: you two haven't met, have you?"
"No ma'am," Pakma said. "Although we've spoken once or twice."
"Commander Pakma, this is Princess Ayeka; Ayeka, this is Commander Latel Pakma."
Pakma bowed low as Ayeka scrambled to her feet to return it. "I never did thank you for everything you did, commander," Ayeka said.
"It was my duty, and my honor, Princess," Pakma said, and he favored her with a dazzling smile.
To her surprise, Ayeka felt her heart flutter and a small flush come to her face. "Would you care to sit down?" she said, turning quickly to gesture toward the table.
"Now you're talking, Princess! Hey, handsome!" Ryoko said. "Sit down right here between Ayeka and me." She slid over, bumping Washu down a place and patted the spot next to her. As Pakma settled, she said, "You know, if I'd known Jurai navy officers were such hunks, I'd have let you guys catch me ages ago!" She smiled at Pakma, then turned and caught Tenchi's eye and winked at him. Tenchi smiled in return.
A plate was quickly filled almost overflowing for Pakma and the meal continued. Pakma took bites of several things and said, "Wow. The food synthesizers on Battler are good, but this is really great!"
"This isn't synthesized, commander," Sasami said. "We made it."
Pakma paused, looking around the table. "Who is 'we'?" he asked.
"Me," Sasami said.
"And me," Washu piped.
"And me," Funaho finished.
"Wow!" Pakma said. "I thought I was privileged to even be eating with all of you, and then I find out that I'm eating food prepared by Queen Funaho and Princess Sasami!"
"And Washu," Sasami reminded him.
"My apologies," Pakma said, nodding in Washu's direction. "And Miss Washu."
"Professor Washu," Washu said, "the greatest..."
"...scientific genius in the universe!" everyone finished together, laughing.
Pakma waited until the laughter died down and said, "I take it she says that a lot?"
"Hang around for a few days, you'll see," Ryoko said.
"At least she has mostly given up insisting on being called 'Little Washu'," Ayeka said.
"'Little Washu'?" Pakma asked.
"Ignore them, commander," Washu said tartly. "You can call me 'Miss Washu'."
"So, commander, where are you from?" Mihoshi asked.
"Originally, Ryuten. But the navy is my home now." He shook his head and smiled, "That sounds awfully cliche."
"Don't be embarrassed, commander," Mihoshi said. "I feel the same way about the Galaxy Police!"
"Any family, commander?" Washu asked.
Pakma shook his head. "Just my parents, a sister and her family and some aunts, uncles and cousins on Ryuten."
"So, you're not married then?" Ryoko asked, winking at Ayeka.
"No, never have been, either," he replied.
"You must have been to some really interesting places, commander," Ayeka prompted.
"Well, I've been here and there," Pakma said with a modest smile.
Funaho smiled as she ate, watching the women compete for the handsome young commander's attention. She could tell that Ryoko was just playing along for fun - and perhaps to tease Tenchi, but that Ayeka was genuinely interested. She was about to interject and insist that they give the commander a chance to eat when out of the corner of her eye she noticed Sasami offer Tenchi a piece of food with her chopsticks. Tenchi opened his mouth and accepted without really noticing, thanking her. Sasami smiled and picked up another piece. Funaho thought she was about to offer it to him when Misaki asked Sasami for more of something they'd run out of. With a smile, Sasami went.
"I assume, sister, that you saw that?" Funaho said quietly to Misaki.
"I sure did," Misaki replied. "What do you think?"
"I think Sasami's been living on Earth more than long enough to understand what that gesture means."
"She's not a child any more, sis," Misaki said.
"No, she isn't," Funaho agreed. "But is she ready to put herself between Ryoko and Tenchi? I'm not sure I'd want to get between Ryoko and what she considers hers."
Misaki nodded in agreement. "True, but don't underestimate Sasami."
"Oh, I don't..."
"Hi Funaho, Misaki," Washu cut in, sitting down next to the pair. "What are we talking about?"
"Hello, Washu," Funaho said, smiling. "We were talking about Sasami and how's she's grown."
Washu smiled crookedly. "I guess Sasami's decided that Tenchi's not eating enough, eh?"
Funaho frowned. "Then you saw that little performance as well?"
Washu nodded knowingly. "You know, it might be best for everyone's peace of mind if Sasami's... interests were directed elsewhere, if possible. Know what I mean?"
Funaho and Misaki glanced at each other and Funaho said, "Let us consider what we can do. But, while we have your attention, Little Washu, there is the matter of Ryu-Oh."
Washu looked around. "What about Ryu-Oh? Is something wrong with him?"
"No," Funaho frowned. "And that's just it. From seed to space flight in four years?"
"Lady Funaho, I promised you once that I wouldn't help anybody; I still intend to keep that promise. I did help Ayeka, but I really liked her enthusiasm. I won't do it for anyone else. All right?"
Funaho smiled and nodded. Washu smiled and bowed slightly, then returned to her former place and rejoined the conversation around Pakma.
Before long, Ayeka realized she was growing very tired.
"I apologize, everyone, but I must get some sleep," she said, rising.
"That's fine, Ayeka," Funaho said, standing. "I think we could all use some rest. Good night, everyone and thank you for coming Commander Pakma. Tomorrow, we will have breakfast together and talk about getting Ryu- Oh repaired."
"Actually, ma'am, I have a problem," Pakma said.
"Yes?"
"Well, the fact is that the tug left with Battler and Mercy left with the rest of my crew a few hours ago. I actually have no place to stay tonight."
Funaho smiled. "I expect there's room for you on Ryu-Oh. But, I'm not the master of this vessel. Ayeka?"
"Oh!" Ayeka said, somewhat surprised by the turn of events. "Of course, commander! I'm sure we can find you something."
The next morning they ate under Ryu-Oh again. After breakfast was finished and the dishes cleaned up, they sat drinking tea.
"Well, mother, Auntie Funaho," Ayeka said. "Now what?"
Funaho sipped her tea, then said, "Ayeka, we still have a treaty in process with Letin. They understand the delay, but it still needs to be done."
"Yes, ma'am," Ayeka said resignedly.
"What's Letin like?" Mihoshi asked.
"Oh, it's very nice, Mihoshi," Misaki said. The people are humanoid and their home planet is a lot like earth."
"It is almost a resort planet," Ayeka said. "Their industry is in orbital stations, so Letin is just a seat of government with most of one continent used for farming. But there are beautiful mountains and endless miles of beaches and scenic forests and-"
"That sounds nice," Mihoshi sighed "I love the beach!"
"Beaches?" Sasami said.
"Did she say 'beaches'?" Ryoko asked.
"Miya!" Ryo-Ohki chimed in.
"It sounds like you have some volunteers to go with you, Ayeka," Funaho said, smiling.
"But, the Letin are not expecting all of us. And did we not just go to the beach?"
"Oh, Ayeka!" Sasami said. "We were only there for barely a day!"
"Yeah Princess, why should you get to hog all the vacation for yourself?" Ryoko asked.
"This is not a vacation, this is a delicate diplomatic negotiation," Ayeka said. "I can not have things breaking or blowing up or any of what normally happens when we are all together!"
"Oh, Ayeka!" Misaki said. "I'm sure they won't do any of those things, will you girls?" Mihoshi, Ryoko and Sasami shook their heads in unison, trying their best to look harmless. "Oh, how cute! How can you say 'no' to those faces?"
"Mother, I simply can not!" Ayeka said firmly. "Auntie Funaho, you understand that..." Ayeka turned to Funaho to find her seemingly engrossed in her tea.
"This is excellent tea, wouldn't you say Washu?" Funaho said.
"Funaho, this may be some of the best tea I've ever had," Washu said, grinning at Ayeka.
"Mother, I..." Ayeka turned back to Misaki. Misaki was chewing one corner of her handkerchief, her expression was not happy. Ayeka glanced at Sasami, Ryoko and Mihoshi again and their faces were still dewy-eyed and pleading. Finally, she looked at Tenchi, who smiled and shrugged.
Ayeka's head fell in defeat. "All right, you can all come," she said.
There was a cry of joy from the group and Ayeka quickly found herself holding Ryo-Ohki and surrounded by the others. In spite of her initial misgivings, she found herself smiling and happy for the company.
"Oh!" Mihoshi said. "We left in such a hurry, all of my things are still at Tenchi's house."
"Including our swimsuits!" Sasami chimed.
"Ooh!" Ryoko said, sidling over toward Tenchi. "I guess we'll have to skinny-dip."
"I'm not a big fan of sunburn," Tenchi said, smiling. "Any other options?"
"I think I can handle it," Washu said. She was already working at her computer terminal, fingers flying. In a few moments, a black sub-space pocket opened next to her. Before it closed a moment later, it had disgorged a large pile of beach chairs, inflatable beach toys and swimsuits. "I think there's probably something there for everybody!" Washu said, smiling.
"Well, that settles that," Funaho said. "I assume, Ryoko, that you'll let everyone travel aboard Ryo-Ohki? Because you kids really need to get going."
"Sure," Ryoko shrugged.
"What happens to Ryu-Oh?" Tenchi asked.
"Ryu-Oh will be taken back to Jurai by a tug and then to Ryuten to be fitted with a new hull," Ayeka said. "I will miss him," she said, putting a hand on Ryu-Oh's trunk.
"I guess," Pakma said, "that I'll hitch a ride on the tug. I appreciate the hospitality, Princess."
"Miya?" Ryo-Ohki said to Ryoko.
"Yes, Ryu-Oh's just going to be dragged back," Ryoko said "I'm sorry, Ryo-Ohki, I know you like Ryu-Oh but he can't fly on his own and he needs to get back somehow."
"Miya! Meow!" Ryo-Ohki hissed and arched her back, her fur standing on end.
"What is it Ryo-Ohki?" Sasami asked. "What's wrong?"
Ryo-Ohki turned and bounded toward the clear dome of Ryu-Oh's life pod. Reaching it, she leaped and phased through. Everyone watched and, in the empty space outside, Ryo-Ohki tumbled and spun and changed.
In moments, Ryo-Ohki was a large, angular space ship filling most of their view. She closed with the pod and they felt a lurch, threads of power reaching from Ryo-Ohki to Ryu-Oh, drawing him in. The pod shuddered and jolted and moments later, it stopped and Ryu-Oh was merged with Ryo-Ohki.
"Huh," Washu said. "I didn't know she could do that. I guess she really likes him."
"She did this when we assaulted Soja," Ayeka said.
"The things you miss when you're being held captive by a madman," Washu said ruefully.
"So," Funaho said. "I guess we won't be needing that tug. It's time for us to get back, sister. You know how the king gets when we're gone." Misaki nodded her agreement, tears welling in her eyes.
"Ma'am, without the tug, I'm without a ride. Can you spare a berth?" Pakma asked her.
"Actually, commander, I have a better idea..."
It was a few minutes later, after an involved and tearful goodbye, that the transport beams finally took Funaho and Misaki back to Mizuho and Karin. The fleet left with them and Ryo-Ohki was left alone.
"What were your duties again, commander?" Tenchi asked Pakma.
"I'm not sure, sir," Pakma replied. "I think it had something to do with shipping lanes, being Princess Ayeka's aide, and enjoying the beach; but Queen Funaho was talking while Queen Misaki was saying goodbye. Something odd happened and, honestly, I really didn't care about anything else right at that moment."
Tenchi nodded. "If nobody minds," he said, "I think I'll start working on Ryu-Oh's new hull."
"I'd be interested in that, sir," Pakma said. "Do you mind if I watch?"
"Not at all. Come on."
"Well, since breakfast is over, I need to get some things from Ryo- Ohki and keep Galaxy Police updated on my location," Mihoshi said.
"I'll go with you, Mihoshi!" Sasami piped and they left.
"Experiments," Washu said. "Bye."
After Washu left, only Ayeka and Ryoko remained. "Ryo-Ohki," Ayeka called. A view screen appeared showing the cabbit's face. "Do you know where we are going?"
"Miya," Ryo-Ohki replied happily.
"Very well, then. Please take us there as quickly as you can. Thank you."
The image of Ryo-Ohki on the screen looked at Ryoko and she miya'd with some annoyance. Ryoko snorted. "So what if she's more polite than me! She's asking, but I'm in charge; you do what I say."
"Miya! Miya miya!
"This is not a free country!"
Ayeka turned and left, heading for her cabin to prepare for the talks with Letin. Behind her she could hear the discussion continuing.
"Miya meow miya miya!"
"I am so the boss of you!"
"Miya!"
"If you don't believe me, we'll just ask Washu!"
Arkibe took the guidebook he was offered and thanked the attendant. He stepped through the gate and started up the path that wound through the Royal Botanical Garden. He moved easily, in no hurry; stopping at specific exhibits and reading through his guide book as it interested him. The gardens were quiet and nearly empty.
He stopped at an exotic plant and regarded it critically. He waited for a few moments and was considering moving on when someone approached him. "You're late," Arkibe said, without turning.
The other grunted. "I'm here, aren't I? Nice jacket."
Arkibe glanced down at his fencing club jacket, then turned to see that his contact was wearing one as well. "I was at the club before coming here," Arkibe said.
"I'm on my way when we're through. You know, sometimes I regret ever having met you there."
Arkibe grunted, then said, "Your contact failed. That action was meant to send a message as well as stop that treaty. Things will now be... Difficult."
"That is the nature of these things."
Arkibe's voice dropped to a growl. "I do not like being disappointed," he said.
There was a cruel chuckle from the other. "Then you are destined for a long, hard life," he said.
"And you," Arkibe said, his force sword flashing out from beneath his jacket and finding its mark in the other's heart, "are not."
Arkibe pulled the sword away and caught him before he fell. He felt the other clutch at him and spasm briefly as he died. Looking back and forth, Arkibe quickly hoisted the body onto his shoulder and stepped to the opposite side of the path. With a grunt of effort, he hurled it a few meters off the path where it would be hidden by the foliage.
Putting his clothing back into careful place, Arkibe continued casually up the path to the next exhibit.
They arrived in the Letin system a few days later. Ryo-Ohki deposited them and their things with a transport beam, then converted back to her cabbit form, setting Ryu-Oh's life pod gently down in a landing bay of the spaceport.
They went to the terminal building to find the Letin president and his delegation waiting for them.
"Greetings, Princess Ayeka," the president said. "I'm glad you could make it." He glanced from Ayeka in formal robes to the others standing behind her; Pakma in his dress uniform, Washu, Ryoko, Mihoshi and Sasami in beach wear with baskets, chairs and toys slung over their shoulders and, at the rear, Tenchi - Ryo-Ohki perched on his shoulder - rolling his eyes in embarrassment. "And the members of your delegation..?"
"Ah, ahem," Ayeka began. "Greetings from Jurai, Mr. President. This is Commander Latel Pakma. He will be representing the Jurai Navy for matters such as mapping space lanes." Pakma stepped forward and bowed to the president.
"A pleasure to meet you, commander," the president said.
"These others," Ayeka said, indicating everyone else with a gesture. "These are, uhh, Special Ministers At Large for Tourism. They would like to inspect your beaches for recommendation as vacation spots for Juraians."
"Hi, there!" Ryoko yelled, waving.
The president nodded, "Yes, an excellent idea! Letin is a beautiful world with many, many beaches. I understand that Jurai is mainly forested without any large oceans?"
"Yes, Mr. President, that is so," Ayeka confirmed.
"Then, I'm sure that they'll be more than satisfied with their inspection." The president winked at Ayeka; her cheeks colored in embarrassment. The president gestured to one of his aides, who stepped forward. "Please arrange transportation for these beautiful young ministers to Moon Beach resort. I think they'll find it to their liking." The aide nodded and hurried away.
"Hooray!" Mihoshi said.
Ayeka and the president stood for a few moments discussing schedules until two limousines pulled up in front of them. "Which one is ours, Mr. President?" Ayeka asked as the others crowded forward, their inflatable beach toys jostling.
"Either, Princess."
"Either?"
The president smiled. "Yes. The conference was scheduled to take place at Moon Beach resort. Our work days will be short, so you'll have plenty of time to enjoy the beach with your family and friends."
"Mr. President!" Ayeka said with some surprise. "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome. But thank your mothers also. They were very persuasive."
True to the president's word, the work days were short and Ayeka and Pakma found they had plenty of time to join the others in the afternoons and evenings to take advantage of the resort. The days were productive and before long, the negotiations were complete and they were scheduled to leave the next day. They took one more full day at the beach as their reward before returning.
They gathered their things and made the short walk to the beach first thing in the morning. The sun was already climbing into the sky. The tide was rolling in and the water was warm. The girls unceremoniously dumped their things on the sand and ran into the water, leaving Tenchi and Pakma setting up everyone's things.
"Come on, Tenchi!" Sasami yelled. "The water is nice!"
"You go ahead, Sasami," Tenchi replied. "I'm going to get everything set and enjoy the sun for a bit."
"Okay," Sasami said. She ran into the surf to join the others.
Pakma and Tenchi settled onto their mats and idly watched the girls play in the water, splashing and dunking each other.
"Prince Tenchi..." Pakma began.
"Please, commander, just 'Tenchi'."
"All right, Tenchi; but you have to call me Latel."
"It's a deal, Latel," Tenchi said, smiling.
"Tenchi, can I ask you something?" Pakma said.
"Sure, Latel."
Pakma hesitated for a moment. "What's between you and Ryoko?"
Tenchi sighed. "Ryoko is... Well, she's complicated. And... It's a long story."
"Do you love her?"
"I don't know, exactly. Sometimes I think there's nobody I'd rather be with than her. She has a way of making me very happy. But..." Tenchi trailed off, unable to put his feelings into words.
Pakma nodded. "Yes, I understand. She is complicated, I figured that out right away. You know she's completely devoted to you, right?"
Tenchi sighed. "Yes. That's both good and bad, though. It's nice that there's someone I care about who thinks I'm the center of the universe. But on the other hand, that's a lot of pressure. I don't like to feel like her happiness is totally dependent on me."
Pakma nodded his understanding. "Mihoshi is just a friend, right?"
"Yes. I think Mihoshi used to be interested in me, but I think she's over it now. She's really special and I hope she finds someone that makes her happy someday."
Pakma nodded at that. "I'm not even going to ask about Washu," he said with a smile.
Tenchi colored slightly. "Thanks," he said.
Pakma chuckled. "Ayeka?"
Tenchi thought for a moment. "Well, Ayeka used to be interested in me. More than interested, really: she and Ryoko fought non-stop for years; mostly about me. But recently, that's stopped and they seem to be friends. I'm more grateful for that than I can put into words."
"Sasami?" Pakma said.
"Sasami? She's always been the little sister to the all of us. She's really a great kid."
Pakma hesitated, then said, "She's more than just a kid, Tenchi. She's a grown woman, or hadn't you noticed?"
Tenchi gazed out over the ocean, to where the girls were splashing in the surf. "I guess I did; just not consciously. It sort of crept up on me."
"She's got a pretty serious thing for you too," Pakma said.
Tenchi started, his face showing surprise. "Sasami?" he asked. "Are you sure?"
Pakma shrugged. "Pretty sure," he said. "Why, you didn't notice that, either?"
"Well," Tenchi said. "I'd sort of noticed, but I figured it was a school girl thing, you know?"
Pakma shook his head, smiling. "Time to wake up, Tenchi. Ayeka may have backed off, but it seems to me that Sasami is stepping up. Like I said, she's a grown woman, not a school girl."
Tenchi stared out at the others frolicking in the water. Sasami and Ryoko both noticed him at the same time and waved.
"Uh oh," Tenchi said under his breath.
Rueto walking in to Arkibe's study and sat down in the empty chair. "Our missing friend was found dead in the Royal Botanical Gardens," he said.
Arkibe grunted, but didn't reply.
"What's going on with your scientist friend?" Rueto asked.
"I expect to hear from him any time now," Arkibe said. "This should all be over with very soon."
"Princess Ayeka, thank you for your efforts during these negotiations. I'm sure Letin and Jurai will enjoy a cordial and profitable relationship."
"Mr. President, on behalf of the royal family and the Supreme Council, thank you for your hospitality. We, also, expect that our ties will be close and long-lived."
Each bowed, as did their respective delegations: the members of the presidents cabinet on one side and Ayeka's friends and family on the other. Then, they straightened and Ryoko said, "Let's go, Ryo-Ohki."
Ryo-Ohki and Ryu-Oh hovered, reunited, above them. Ryo-Ohki activated a transport beam and, with a final wave from everyone, they were deposited on the grass under Ryu-Oh in the life pod. Ryo-Ohki smoothly lifted them into space and started them on their return journey to Jurai.
It was a day later when Ayeka stood during a meal and said, "Does anyone have anything pressing going on over the next week or two?"
Only Pakma responded, saying, "I'm expected back at Navy Bureau on Jurai. This has been a lot of fun, but I'd like to get back to my ship and crew."
Ayeka smiled. "Well, commander, we need the two weeks because we've been invited to attend the selection and bonding ceremony of the new ship captains on Jurai."
"Oh!" Pakma responded. "Well, since Battler is in dry-dock I can probably find the time. And some folks owe me favors, so I might be able to swing an invitation to the banquet. I don't think I'd be able to get an invitation to the promotion and selection ceremony itself; that's reserved for the big shots."
Ayeka smiled again, as did the others. "I do not think it will be a problem, commander. You see: you are one of the new captains." Pakma looked surprised and everyone shouted happily, taking turns congratulating him, shaking his hand and patting him on the back.
Tenchi noticed that once Ryoko had congratulated Pakma, she sat by herself at one end of the table looking unhappy.
"Ryoko," Tenchi said, sitting next to her. "What is it?"
She smiled at him and said, "I'm sorry Tenchi. It's nothing. It sure will be nice to spend some time on Jurai with your family, huh?"
"Yes, it will." Tenchi gave her a searching look. "Are you sure nothing is wrong."
"Absolutely sure," she said. Then she patted him on the shoulder and stood, going over to Pakma and saying, "Wow, a captain, huh? Could this guy be any more of a catch, Ayeka?"
Tenchi watched her go, but he knew something was bothering her. After a moment of thought, he put it out of his mind, know that she'd tell them when she was ready.
"Hey, Tenchi," Sasami called. "Come toast with us!"
"Here I come, Sasami!" he said, rising and joining the others.
Arkibe landed his small ship and shut it down. He left through the grounding hatch and found himself in a small, landing bay. A large metal portal sealed the small asteroid against space. A small door opened, revealing a passageway beyond.
Arkibe walked up the passageway and found it opened onto a lobby or greeting area. Tsimech was waiting for him.
"Tsimech," he said, bowing slightly.
"Arkibe," Tsimech replied, bowing as well. "Welcome to my lab."
Arkibe grunted. "It was hard to find, even knowing where it was."
Tsimech smiled mirthlessly. "That's the idea."
"It's ready, then?"
Tsimech nodded, still smiling.
"Well..?"
"Patience - and my money - will get you far, Arkibe," Tsimech responded. Arkibe hefted a case he carried, showing it to the scientist. "Come on."
He led Arkibe to a door which opened into a small, comfortable room. Small artifacts were displayed on the walls. There was a small table with two chairs. On the table were a bottle, two glasses and a vial with a clear liquid.
Arkibe set the case down on the table and picked up the vial. "This is it?"
Tsimech nodded. "The contents of that vial destroyed a world - killed ten billion people - in less than a week."
Arkibe started, looking at it in shock. "I don't want to kill ten billion people, you fool!"
Tsimech laughed. "Don't be an idiot." Arkibe bristled at the insult; Tsimech didn't notice or didn't care. He sat in one chair and waved Arkibe into the other.
Tsimech poured two drinks and slid one to Arkibe. "To success," Tsimech said, raising his glass. Arkibe lifted his glass slightly and the two drank.
"Now," Tsimech said. "As I was saying, the contents of that vial wiped out an entire world. It is a nano-technology poison that will slowly kill a person."
"Slowly?" Arkibe asked.
"Yes, over a series of weeks or months, depending on the person," Tsimech replied. "But, when I found it on that dead world, it would literally eat someone from the inside out in a matter of hours."
"It killed a world," Arkibe said. "Why won't it do that now?"
Tsimech smiled. "I altered it, customized it so that it looks for explicit DNA markers before it attacks or replicates. I was able to get DNA samples from several of the royal family. It will only attack members of the Jurai royal family, and then only certain structures in the body."
"Where did you get DNA samples from the royal family?"
"The royal family has a weakness for charity banquets," Tsimech said with a smirk.
"Charity banquets? You were there? I've attended several of those myself!"
"I know," Tsimech said. "But nobody ever notices the waiter."
"And it's harmless to anyone else?" Arkibe insisted.
Tsimech picked up the vial and opened the cap. He put in the tip of his finger and touched it to his tongue. "Completely harmless," he said, replacing the cap.
"Congratulations, then," Arkibe said, finishing his drink. "You've earned your reward."
"Thank you," Tsimech said. "But unfortunately, it's not the reward you were planning on giving me. You'll find the power cell on your force sword has been completely drained."
Arkibe looked at Tsimech blankly, not bothering to confirm his statement.
"I also know that you're not carrying any large amounts of metal, such as might be used in a blade."
Arkibe smiled at the scientist. "You're very thorough," he said.
Tsimech nodded his head in a small bow. "I watch the news," he said. "People start to show up dead with force sword wounds and it makes you think."
"You're not from Jurai or Ryuten then, are you?"
"No," Tsimech said. "Why?"
"Because you're obviously not familiar with the properties of some of our more exotic types of wood." Arkibe stood suddenly, knocking his chair back. He reached up behind his neck, smoothly drawing a sword up and over his head. As the tip of the sword cleared the hidden sheath, he turned the motion of the draw into a lightning-fast slash.
Just before it split his skull, Tsimech noticed the markings and knots on the blade; it was, indeed, a piece of wood.
Arkibe pulled his blade free from the scientist's head and wiped it clean before replacing it in its sheath. He opened the case with Tsimech's payment and put the vial into it, then closed it again. Pausing for a moment, he reached down and picked up the scientist's half-empty glass, tipped it in the direction of his body, laying sprawled across the table, drained it and left the room without looking back.
"Captain?"
Fleer turned away from the panel he was working in and toward the crewman behind him. "What?"
"Sir, the crew wants to know what's going on."
Fleer sighed and pulled his arms out of the panel. "Have the crew assemble on the mess deck.
"Right," the crewman responded. He turned and disappeared up the passageway. Fleer left the panel open, took one last look at the mass of melted and scorched plastic and metal within and set out for the mess deck.
When he arrived moments later, his small crew was already assembled. 'The survivors of my crew,' he thought bitterly. Still, risk was one of the accepted conditions of this line of work.
"Right. Here's the story: it's been four hours. I figure we have about four left before ships arrive from Jurai, find us, try us and put us all to death.
"I think we can be out of here in three hours, but it's going to be close. Right now the navigation system is off line and the main drive control channels are junk. There are other problems, like the food synthesizers and water recyclers, but those are secondary.
"Assuming we do get out of here, we're headed to our failure destination. I hope you all put some of your advance money into liquid assets, because when we hit dirt if you're smart you'll cease to exist. It's been a good ride, but it's over. Both Jurai and our customer will be after us now.
"I'm going to sell this ship and disappear. I don't expect to see any of you again, but if I do I'll be happy to have you on my crew.
"Now, let's get busy."
One by one, the faces of Battler's crew lifted and looked through the transparent walls of the life pod. The empty space surrounding Ryu-Oh was filling with ships. Already, they could see the majestic forms of the second generation tree ships Mizuho and Karin. Dozens of attendant vessels were coming into view by ones and twos. The crew sighed as one with relief and a little awe.
A few moments later a transport beam deposited Funaho and Misaki on the grass beneath Ryu-Oh. Their expressions were concerned. They looked around at the crew, many of them injured, and Funaho asked, "Who's in charge here?" Her tone was clear and kind.
A crewman stepped forward and bowed. "I am, ma'am. I'm Lieutenant Commander Talloty, the second officer."
"Good day, commander," Funaho said. "How is your crew?"
"The injured are doing well, ma'am. Everyone else is fine and eager to get back aboard our ship."
Funaho nodded and smiled. "Who is aboard Battler now?"
"Commander Pakma has a small crew aboard, ma'am. They're just manning the critical stations and making what repairs they can."
Misaki stepped forward, "Commander Pakma was in charge during the attack, wasn't he?"
"Yes, ma'am, he was."
"Where is Captain Locano?" Funaho asked him.
"He's over there, ma'am. He fell and hit his head before the battle began."
"Yes, we know. Thank you commander." Talloty bowed and stepped aside as Funaho and Misaki walked toward the captain. Along the way, they would smile at the sailors, personally thanking them. The effect of this on the crew was electric. They trailed along behind the two queens of Jurai as they approached the captain.
The captain struggled to sit up as they neared his bed, the pain evident in his face. A sailor moved to help him sit up, but Misaki gestured, making it clear that he should lie back. They stood near one side of his bed and Misaki reached down and took his hand.
"Captain," Funaho said.
"Ladies," the captain replied.
"We're sorry to hear about your injury."
"No sorrier than I, ma'am. It kept me from doing my duty when it called."
"Nonsense, captain!" Funaho replied. "The crew you commanded and trained performed admirably. You and they are to be commended," she said. She smiled at the gathered crew, "And you all will be commended by the king himself once you've returned to Jurai." There was a murmur among the crew and they returned her smile.
"Thank you, ma'am," the captain said.
"No, captain. Thank you." She looked at the crew again, "Thank you all for saving the life of our daughter."
"Yes, thank you all so much for saving my Little Ayeka!" Misaki gushed. "I'd like to give you all a nice hug, but there's so many of you! Where is Commander Talloty?"
"Uh, here ma'am," Talloty said, stepping forward.
"Come to me," Misaki said and, before he could react, she moved and grabbed him in a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said.
"Uh... You're welcome, ma'am," Talloty said. Then his eyes glazed and he leaned his head onto her shoulder. "Anytime..." he said dreamily.
After a long moment, the Funaho cleared her throat. "I think that's enough, sister."
"What? Oh, yes, you're right," Misaki said, letting Talloty go. He stood, a little unsteadily, his eyes still far away.
"Captain, thank you again," Funaho said with a slight bow to the captain. "Sister, let's go find Ayeka, shall we?" Misaki nodded enthusiastically. The gathered sailors parted to let them pass and they walked together toward Ryu-Oh's bridge.
Captain Locano eyed his second officer, who still looked a little dazed. "Commander, are you okay?"
Talloty looked slowly down at the captain, hesitated and said, "Yes. Yes, I'm fine..."
"So, what was it like to be hugged by the Second Queen of Jurai?" Locano asked.
Talloty's eyes unfocused again and after a moment he said, "It was very nice. I felt safe and warm and loved." His eyes focused and he looked at the captain again. "It was like she could talk to my soul. I really can't describe it."
"Don't try," Locano said. "It would spoil it."
The two queens didn't make it to the bridge before Ayeka found them. "Mommy! Auntie Funaho!" she cried, racing the last few steps into Misaki's arms, to her cries of "My Little Ayeka!"
"Ayeka," Funaho said. "We're so glad you're all right."
"Oh my Little Ayeka! You did such a good job! We're so proud."
Ayeka separated herself from Misaki and bowed to Funaho, who returned the gesture with a nod. "Thank you. But really, it was like trying to solve a puzzle. I didn't even have time to be afraid."
Funaho nodded. "Battles usually are that way. But after the battle is over, many people break down."
"Humph," Ayeka replied. "I am my father's daughter. I won't break down."
Misaki laughed. "He did after his first battle."
"He did?" Ayeka asked, surprised.
Funaho nodded. "He needed to change his armor, too."
Ayeka began snickering behind her hand, then laughing out loud. Before long, however, the laughter turned into tears as the tension finally broke. Misaki enfolded Ayeka in her arms and stroked her hair, making comforting noises.
"Oh, mommy," Ayeka sobbed. "I was so scared."
"I know, honey," Misaki said. "We all were..."
Misaki took Ayeka to her cabin, where Ayeka slept for several hours under the watchful eye of the Second Queen of Jurai.
While Ayeka slept, a fleet tug prepared to take Battler in tow, the Battler crew was moved to fleet vessels and scouts were sent out to search for survivors from the attacking force. Long range scans showed that nothing remained but debris, but a slow, thorough detail search that would reveal even small objects that wouldn't show up otherwise.
Ayeka woke up in her room and looked around blearily. She panicked and started, remembering the battle, but relaxed as she realized that she was safe. She let her head fall back into the pillow and rubbed her eyes with her hands. She glanced at the clock; she'd been sleeping for many hours. She still felt tired and worn out, but she was very hungry, too.
"Finally awake," she heard Ryoko say. "You royal types sure do know how to take it easy."
Ayeka sat up. Ryoko was sitting in a chair next to the bed. "Ryoko!" she said.
Ryoko looked around, "Nice digs, too. I'd forgotten what a good job Tenchi did in here."
"It is good to see you, Ryoko," Ayeka said, smiling.
"Nice to see you too, Ayeka. And in one piece, to boot," Ryoko replied with a smirk. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you for asking. Who is with you?"
"Pretty much everyone. Nobuyuki was out of town and we left the old man to keep an eye on things, but everyone else came along to rescue you. And here you didn't need to be rescued."
"Are my mother and Funaho still here?"
"Oh, yeah; still here. They filled us in on the details. I must say, I'm impressed: you kicked some major ass."
"Well, it was not just my doing. I owe my life to Commander Pakma of Battler," Ayeka replied.
"Yeah, we got the skinny on that, too. Heck of a thing: using his own power plant as a bomb." Ryoko leaned close to Ayeka and lowered her voice conspiratorially, "Have you met him?"
"No, we spoke, but that was it."
Ryoko nodded knowingly. "He's a knockout."
"Really?" Ayeka asked.
"Oh yeah! I think you should really reward the guy," Ryoko said, winking broadly and leaning in to nudge Ayeka with an elbow.
"Ryoko!" Ayeka said, smiling.
Ryoko laughed, "Just a thought."
"Ayeka!" Sasami charged into the room and leaped onto the bed, wrapping Ayeka in a hug. "Oh Ayeka! We were so worried..."
"Sasami! I am so happy to see you."
"What about the rest of us?" Washu asked. Ayeka looked up to see the others crowding into her cabin, smiles lighting their faces.
They had dinner under Ryu-Oh's branches. Despite the excellent food synthesizers aboard Ryu-Oh, Sasami insisted on preparing dinner; Washu and Funaho helping. To almost everyone's surprise, Funaho was very capable in the kitchen. "I wasn't always the First Queen of Jurai," she reminded them.
The meal was typically noisy and chaotic; everyone talking, laughing and teasing. The attention they paid Ayeka showed their feelings about almost losing her. There was never a moment when someone wasn't talking to her and every few minutes someone sitting next to her would have to move down as someone else insisted on taking their place. The seating was in constant turmoil as they moved from place to place.
They'd been eating for a while when Funaho looked up, saying, "Commander Pakma, thank you for joining us."
Everyone looked over and there was a happy noise from the group; Ayeka realized they had obviously met the commander before. She saw a man a little over six feet tall. His close-cropped hair was a shiny jet black. He had chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. He carried himself with confidence and authority and his powerful build filled out his navy uniform well. Ryoko was right: he was a very handsome.
Pakma strode across the grass and up to the group, stopping and bowing formally to Funaho. "Thank you for inviting me, ma'am."
"It was the least we could do to accommodate the man who saved Ayeka's life. Which reminds me: you two haven't met, have you?"
"No ma'am," Pakma said. "Although we've spoken once or twice."
"Commander Pakma, this is Princess Ayeka; Ayeka, this is Commander Latel Pakma."
Pakma bowed low as Ayeka scrambled to her feet to return it. "I never did thank you for everything you did, commander," Ayeka said.
"It was my duty, and my honor, Princess," Pakma said, and he favored her with a dazzling smile.
To her surprise, Ayeka felt her heart flutter and a small flush come to her face. "Would you care to sit down?" she said, turning quickly to gesture toward the table.
"Now you're talking, Princess! Hey, handsome!" Ryoko said. "Sit down right here between Ayeka and me." She slid over, bumping Washu down a place and patted the spot next to her. As Pakma settled, she said, "You know, if I'd known Jurai navy officers were such hunks, I'd have let you guys catch me ages ago!" She smiled at Pakma, then turned and caught Tenchi's eye and winked at him. Tenchi smiled in return.
A plate was quickly filled almost overflowing for Pakma and the meal continued. Pakma took bites of several things and said, "Wow. The food synthesizers on Battler are good, but this is really great!"
"This isn't synthesized, commander," Sasami said. "We made it."
Pakma paused, looking around the table. "Who is 'we'?" he asked.
"Me," Sasami said.
"And me," Washu piped.
"And me," Funaho finished.
"Wow!" Pakma said. "I thought I was privileged to even be eating with all of you, and then I find out that I'm eating food prepared by Queen Funaho and Princess Sasami!"
"And Washu," Sasami reminded him.
"My apologies," Pakma said, nodding in Washu's direction. "And Miss Washu."
"Professor Washu," Washu said, "the greatest..."
"...scientific genius in the universe!" everyone finished together, laughing.
Pakma waited until the laughter died down and said, "I take it she says that a lot?"
"Hang around for a few days, you'll see," Ryoko said.
"At least she has mostly given up insisting on being called 'Little Washu'," Ayeka said.
"'Little Washu'?" Pakma asked.
"Ignore them, commander," Washu said tartly. "You can call me 'Miss Washu'."
"So, commander, where are you from?" Mihoshi asked.
"Originally, Ryuten. But the navy is my home now." He shook his head and smiled, "That sounds awfully cliche."
"Don't be embarrassed, commander," Mihoshi said. "I feel the same way about the Galaxy Police!"
"Any family, commander?" Washu asked.
Pakma shook his head. "Just my parents, a sister and her family and some aunts, uncles and cousins on Ryuten."
"So, you're not married then?" Ryoko asked, winking at Ayeka.
"No, never have been, either," he replied.
"You must have been to some really interesting places, commander," Ayeka prompted.
"Well, I've been here and there," Pakma said with a modest smile.
Funaho smiled as she ate, watching the women compete for the handsome young commander's attention. She could tell that Ryoko was just playing along for fun - and perhaps to tease Tenchi, but that Ayeka was genuinely interested. She was about to interject and insist that they give the commander a chance to eat when out of the corner of her eye she noticed Sasami offer Tenchi a piece of food with her chopsticks. Tenchi opened his mouth and accepted without really noticing, thanking her. Sasami smiled and picked up another piece. Funaho thought she was about to offer it to him when Misaki asked Sasami for more of something they'd run out of. With a smile, Sasami went.
"I assume, sister, that you saw that?" Funaho said quietly to Misaki.
"I sure did," Misaki replied. "What do you think?"
"I think Sasami's been living on Earth more than long enough to understand what that gesture means."
"She's not a child any more, sis," Misaki said.
"No, she isn't," Funaho agreed. "But is she ready to put herself between Ryoko and Tenchi? I'm not sure I'd want to get between Ryoko and what she considers hers."
Misaki nodded in agreement. "True, but don't underestimate Sasami."
"Oh, I don't..."
"Hi Funaho, Misaki," Washu cut in, sitting down next to the pair. "What are we talking about?"
"Hello, Washu," Funaho said, smiling. "We were talking about Sasami and how's she's grown."
Washu smiled crookedly. "I guess Sasami's decided that Tenchi's not eating enough, eh?"
Funaho frowned. "Then you saw that little performance as well?"
Washu nodded knowingly. "You know, it might be best for everyone's peace of mind if Sasami's... interests were directed elsewhere, if possible. Know what I mean?"
Funaho and Misaki glanced at each other and Funaho said, "Let us consider what we can do. But, while we have your attention, Little Washu, there is the matter of Ryu-Oh."
Washu looked around. "What about Ryu-Oh? Is something wrong with him?"
"No," Funaho frowned. "And that's just it. From seed to space flight in four years?"
"Lady Funaho, I promised you once that I wouldn't help anybody; I still intend to keep that promise. I did help Ayeka, but I really liked her enthusiasm. I won't do it for anyone else. All right?"
Funaho smiled and nodded. Washu smiled and bowed slightly, then returned to her former place and rejoined the conversation around Pakma.
Before long, Ayeka realized she was growing very tired.
"I apologize, everyone, but I must get some sleep," she said, rising.
"That's fine, Ayeka," Funaho said, standing. "I think we could all use some rest. Good night, everyone and thank you for coming Commander Pakma. Tomorrow, we will have breakfast together and talk about getting Ryu- Oh repaired."
"Actually, ma'am, I have a problem," Pakma said.
"Yes?"
"Well, the fact is that the tug left with Battler and Mercy left with the rest of my crew a few hours ago. I actually have no place to stay tonight."
Funaho smiled. "I expect there's room for you on Ryu-Oh. But, I'm not the master of this vessel. Ayeka?"
"Oh!" Ayeka said, somewhat surprised by the turn of events. "Of course, commander! I'm sure we can find you something."
The next morning they ate under Ryu-Oh again. After breakfast was finished and the dishes cleaned up, they sat drinking tea.
"Well, mother, Auntie Funaho," Ayeka said. "Now what?"
Funaho sipped her tea, then said, "Ayeka, we still have a treaty in process with Letin. They understand the delay, but it still needs to be done."
"Yes, ma'am," Ayeka said resignedly.
"What's Letin like?" Mihoshi asked.
"Oh, it's very nice, Mihoshi," Misaki said. The people are humanoid and their home planet is a lot like earth."
"It is almost a resort planet," Ayeka said. "Their industry is in orbital stations, so Letin is just a seat of government with most of one continent used for farming. But there are beautiful mountains and endless miles of beaches and scenic forests and-"
"That sounds nice," Mihoshi sighed "I love the beach!"
"Beaches?" Sasami said.
"Did she say 'beaches'?" Ryoko asked.
"Miya!" Ryo-Ohki chimed in.
"It sounds like you have some volunteers to go with you, Ayeka," Funaho said, smiling.
"But, the Letin are not expecting all of us. And did we not just go to the beach?"
"Oh, Ayeka!" Sasami said. "We were only there for barely a day!"
"Yeah Princess, why should you get to hog all the vacation for yourself?" Ryoko asked.
"This is not a vacation, this is a delicate diplomatic negotiation," Ayeka said. "I can not have things breaking or blowing up or any of what normally happens when we are all together!"
"Oh, Ayeka!" Misaki said. "I'm sure they won't do any of those things, will you girls?" Mihoshi, Ryoko and Sasami shook their heads in unison, trying their best to look harmless. "Oh, how cute! How can you say 'no' to those faces?"
"Mother, I simply can not!" Ayeka said firmly. "Auntie Funaho, you understand that..." Ayeka turned to Funaho to find her seemingly engrossed in her tea.
"This is excellent tea, wouldn't you say Washu?" Funaho said.
"Funaho, this may be some of the best tea I've ever had," Washu said, grinning at Ayeka.
"Mother, I..." Ayeka turned back to Misaki. Misaki was chewing one corner of her handkerchief, her expression was not happy. Ayeka glanced at Sasami, Ryoko and Mihoshi again and their faces were still dewy-eyed and pleading. Finally, she looked at Tenchi, who smiled and shrugged.
Ayeka's head fell in defeat. "All right, you can all come," she said.
There was a cry of joy from the group and Ayeka quickly found herself holding Ryo-Ohki and surrounded by the others. In spite of her initial misgivings, she found herself smiling and happy for the company.
"Oh!" Mihoshi said. "We left in such a hurry, all of my things are still at Tenchi's house."
"Including our swimsuits!" Sasami chimed.
"Ooh!" Ryoko said, sidling over toward Tenchi. "I guess we'll have to skinny-dip."
"I'm not a big fan of sunburn," Tenchi said, smiling. "Any other options?"
"I think I can handle it," Washu said. She was already working at her computer terminal, fingers flying. In a few moments, a black sub-space pocket opened next to her. Before it closed a moment later, it had disgorged a large pile of beach chairs, inflatable beach toys and swimsuits. "I think there's probably something there for everybody!" Washu said, smiling.
"Well, that settles that," Funaho said. "I assume, Ryoko, that you'll let everyone travel aboard Ryo-Ohki? Because you kids really need to get going."
"Sure," Ryoko shrugged.
"What happens to Ryu-Oh?" Tenchi asked.
"Ryu-Oh will be taken back to Jurai by a tug and then to Ryuten to be fitted with a new hull," Ayeka said. "I will miss him," she said, putting a hand on Ryu-Oh's trunk.
"I guess," Pakma said, "that I'll hitch a ride on the tug. I appreciate the hospitality, Princess."
"Miya?" Ryo-Ohki said to Ryoko.
"Yes, Ryu-Oh's just going to be dragged back," Ryoko said "I'm sorry, Ryo-Ohki, I know you like Ryu-Oh but he can't fly on his own and he needs to get back somehow."
"Miya! Meow!" Ryo-Ohki hissed and arched her back, her fur standing on end.
"What is it Ryo-Ohki?" Sasami asked. "What's wrong?"
Ryo-Ohki turned and bounded toward the clear dome of Ryu-Oh's life pod. Reaching it, she leaped and phased through. Everyone watched and, in the empty space outside, Ryo-Ohki tumbled and spun and changed.
In moments, Ryo-Ohki was a large, angular space ship filling most of their view. She closed with the pod and they felt a lurch, threads of power reaching from Ryo-Ohki to Ryu-Oh, drawing him in. The pod shuddered and jolted and moments later, it stopped and Ryu-Oh was merged with Ryo-Ohki.
"Huh," Washu said. "I didn't know she could do that. I guess she really likes him."
"She did this when we assaulted Soja," Ayeka said.
"The things you miss when you're being held captive by a madman," Washu said ruefully.
"So," Funaho said. "I guess we won't be needing that tug. It's time for us to get back, sister. You know how the king gets when we're gone." Misaki nodded her agreement, tears welling in her eyes.
"Ma'am, without the tug, I'm without a ride. Can you spare a berth?" Pakma asked her.
"Actually, commander, I have a better idea..."
It was a few minutes later, after an involved and tearful goodbye, that the transport beams finally took Funaho and Misaki back to Mizuho and Karin. The fleet left with them and Ryo-Ohki was left alone.
"What were your duties again, commander?" Tenchi asked Pakma.
"I'm not sure, sir," Pakma replied. "I think it had something to do with shipping lanes, being Princess Ayeka's aide, and enjoying the beach; but Queen Funaho was talking while Queen Misaki was saying goodbye. Something odd happened and, honestly, I really didn't care about anything else right at that moment."
Tenchi nodded. "If nobody minds," he said, "I think I'll start working on Ryu-Oh's new hull."
"I'd be interested in that, sir," Pakma said. "Do you mind if I watch?"
"Not at all. Come on."
"Well, since breakfast is over, I need to get some things from Ryo- Ohki and keep Galaxy Police updated on my location," Mihoshi said.
"I'll go with you, Mihoshi!" Sasami piped and they left.
"Experiments," Washu said. "Bye."
After Washu left, only Ayeka and Ryoko remained. "Ryo-Ohki," Ayeka called. A view screen appeared showing the cabbit's face. "Do you know where we are going?"
"Miya," Ryo-Ohki replied happily.
"Very well, then. Please take us there as quickly as you can. Thank you."
The image of Ryo-Ohki on the screen looked at Ryoko and she miya'd with some annoyance. Ryoko snorted. "So what if she's more polite than me! She's asking, but I'm in charge; you do what I say."
"Miya! Miya miya!
"This is not a free country!"
Ayeka turned and left, heading for her cabin to prepare for the talks with Letin. Behind her she could hear the discussion continuing.
"Miya meow miya miya!"
"I am so the boss of you!"
"Miya!"
"If you don't believe me, we'll just ask Washu!"
Arkibe took the guidebook he was offered and thanked the attendant. He stepped through the gate and started up the path that wound through the Royal Botanical Garden. He moved easily, in no hurry; stopping at specific exhibits and reading through his guide book as it interested him. The gardens were quiet and nearly empty.
He stopped at an exotic plant and regarded it critically. He waited for a few moments and was considering moving on when someone approached him. "You're late," Arkibe said, without turning.
The other grunted. "I'm here, aren't I? Nice jacket."
Arkibe glanced down at his fencing club jacket, then turned to see that his contact was wearing one as well. "I was at the club before coming here," Arkibe said.
"I'm on my way when we're through. You know, sometimes I regret ever having met you there."
Arkibe grunted, then said, "Your contact failed. That action was meant to send a message as well as stop that treaty. Things will now be... Difficult."
"That is the nature of these things."
Arkibe's voice dropped to a growl. "I do not like being disappointed," he said.
There was a cruel chuckle from the other. "Then you are destined for a long, hard life," he said.
"And you," Arkibe said, his force sword flashing out from beneath his jacket and finding its mark in the other's heart, "are not."
Arkibe pulled the sword away and caught him before he fell. He felt the other clutch at him and spasm briefly as he died. Looking back and forth, Arkibe quickly hoisted the body onto his shoulder and stepped to the opposite side of the path. With a grunt of effort, he hurled it a few meters off the path where it would be hidden by the foliage.
Putting his clothing back into careful place, Arkibe continued casually up the path to the next exhibit.
They arrived in the Letin system a few days later. Ryo-Ohki deposited them and their things with a transport beam, then converted back to her cabbit form, setting Ryu-Oh's life pod gently down in a landing bay of the spaceport.
They went to the terminal building to find the Letin president and his delegation waiting for them.
"Greetings, Princess Ayeka," the president said. "I'm glad you could make it." He glanced from Ayeka in formal robes to the others standing behind her; Pakma in his dress uniform, Washu, Ryoko, Mihoshi and Sasami in beach wear with baskets, chairs and toys slung over their shoulders and, at the rear, Tenchi - Ryo-Ohki perched on his shoulder - rolling his eyes in embarrassment. "And the members of your delegation..?"
"Ah, ahem," Ayeka began. "Greetings from Jurai, Mr. President. This is Commander Latel Pakma. He will be representing the Jurai Navy for matters such as mapping space lanes." Pakma stepped forward and bowed to the president.
"A pleasure to meet you, commander," the president said.
"These others," Ayeka said, indicating everyone else with a gesture. "These are, uhh, Special Ministers At Large for Tourism. They would like to inspect your beaches for recommendation as vacation spots for Juraians."
"Hi, there!" Ryoko yelled, waving.
The president nodded, "Yes, an excellent idea! Letin is a beautiful world with many, many beaches. I understand that Jurai is mainly forested without any large oceans?"
"Yes, Mr. President, that is so," Ayeka confirmed.
"Then, I'm sure that they'll be more than satisfied with their inspection." The president winked at Ayeka; her cheeks colored in embarrassment. The president gestured to one of his aides, who stepped forward. "Please arrange transportation for these beautiful young ministers to Moon Beach resort. I think they'll find it to their liking." The aide nodded and hurried away.
"Hooray!" Mihoshi said.
Ayeka and the president stood for a few moments discussing schedules until two limousines pulled up in front of them. "Which one is ours, Mr. President?" Ayeka asked as the others crowded forward, their inflatable beach toys jostling.
"Either, Princess."
"Either?"
The president smiled. "Yes. The conference was scheduled to take place at Moon Beach resort. Our work days will be short, so you'll have plenty of time to enjoy the beach with your family and friends."
"Mr. President!" Ayeka said with some surprise. "Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome. But thank your mothers also. They were very persuasive."
True to the president's word, the work days were short and Ayeka and Pakma found they had plenty of time to join the others in the afternoons and evenings to take advantage of the resort. The days were productive and before long, the negotiations were complete and they were scheduled to leave the next day. They took one more full day at the beach as their reward before returning.
They gathered their things and made the short walk to the beach first thing in the morning. The sun was already climbing into the sky. The tide was rolling in and the water was warm. The girls unceremoniously dumped their things on the sand and ran into the water, leaving Tenchi and Pakma setting up everyone's things.
"Come on, Tenchi!" Sasami yelled. "The water is nice!"
"You go ahead, Sasami," Tenchi replied. "I'm going to get everything set and enjoy the sun for a bit."
"Okay," Sasami said. She ran into the surf to join the others.
Pakma and Tenchi settled onto their mats and idly watched the girls play in the water, splashing and dunking each other.
"Prince Tenchi..." Pakma began.
"Please, commander, just 'Tenchi'."
"All right, Tenchi; but you have to call me Latel."
"It's a deal, Latel," Tenchi said, smiling.
"Tenchi, can I ask you something?" Pakma said.
"Sure, Latel."
Pakma hesitated for a moment. "What's between you and Ryoko?"
Tenchi sighed. "Ryoko is... Well, she's complicated. And... It's a long story."
"Do you love her?"
"I don't know, exactly. Sometimes I think there's nobody I'd rather be with than her. She has a way of making me very happy. But..." Tenchi trailed off, unable to put his feelings into words.
Pakma nodded. "Yes, I understand. She is complicated, I figured that out right away. You know she's completely devoted to you, right?"
Tenchi sighed. "Yes. That's both good and bad, though. It's nice that there's someone I care about who thinks I'm the center of the universe. But on the other hand, that's a lot of pressure. I don't like to feel like her happiness is totally dependent on me."
Pakma nodded his understanding. "Mihoshi is just a friend, right?"
"Yes. I think Mihoshi used to be interested in me, but I think she's over it now. She's really special and I hope she finds someone that makes her happy someday."
Pakma nodded at that. "I'm not even going to ask about Washu," he said with a smile.
Tenchi colored slightly. "Thanks," he said.
Pakma chuckled. "Ayeka?"
Tenchi thought for a moment. "Well, Ayeka used to be interested in me. More than interested, really: she and Ryoko fought non-stop for years; mostly about me. But recently, that's stopped and they seem to be friends. I'm more grateful for that than I can put into words."
"Sasami?" Pakma said.
"Sasami? She's always been the little sister to the all of us. She's really a great kid."
Pakma hesitated, then said, "She's more than just a kid, Tenchi. She's a grown woman, or hadn't you noticed?"
Tenchi gazed out over the ocean, to where the girls were splashing in the surf. "I guess I did; just not consciously. It sort of crept up on me."
"She's got a pretty serious thing for you too," Pakma said.
Tenchi started, his face showing surprise. "Sasami?" he asked. "Are you sure?"
Pakma shrugged. "Pretty sure," he said. "Why, you didn't notice that, either?"
"Well," Tenchi said. "I'd sort of noticed, but I figured it was a school girl thing, you know?"
Pakma shook his head, smiling. "Time to wake up, Tenchi. Ayeka may have backed off, but it seems to me that Sasami is stepping up. Like I said, she's a grown woman, not a school girl."
Tenchi stared out at the others frolicking in the water. Sasami and Ryoko both noticed him at the same time and waved.
"Uh oh," Tenchi said under his breath.
Rueto walking in to Arkibe's study and sat down in the empty chair. "Our missing friend was found dead in the Royal Botanical Gardens," he said.
Arkibe grunted, but didn't reply.
"What's going on with your scientist friend?" Rueto asked.
"I expect to hear from him any time now," Arkibe said. "This should all be over with very soon."
"Princess Ayeka, thank you for your efforts during these negotiations. I'm sure Letin and Jurai will enjoy a cordial and profitable relationship."
"Mr. President, on behalf of the royal family and the Supreme Council, thank you for your hospitality. We, also, expect that our ties will be close and long-lived."
Each bowed, as did their respective delegations: the members of the presidents cabinet on one side and Ayeka's friends and family on the other. Then, they straightened and Ryoko said, "Let's go, Ryo-Ohki."
Ryo-Ohki and Ryu-Oh hovered, reunited, above them. Ryo-Ohki activated a transport beam and, with a final wave from everyone, they were deposited on the grass under Ryu-Oh in the life pod. Ryo-Ohki smoothly lifted them into space and started them on their return journey to Jurai.
It was a day later when Ayeka stood during a meal and said, "Does anyone have anything pressing going on over the next week or two?"
Only Pakma responded, saying, "I'm expected back at Navy Bureau on Jurai. This has been a lot of fun, but I'd like to get back to my ship and crew."
Ayeka smiled. "Well, commander, we need the two weeks because we've been invited to attend the selection and bonding ceremony of the new ship captains on Jurai."
"Oh!" Pakma responded. "Well, since Battler is in dry-dock I can probably find the time. And some folks owe me favors, so I might be able to swing an invitation to the banquet. I don't think I'd be able to get an invitation to the promotion and selection ceremony itself; that's reserved for the big shots."
Ayeka smiled again, as did the others. "I do not think it will be a problem, commander. You see: you are one of the new captains." Pakma looked surprised and everyone shouted happily, taking turns congratulating him, shaking his hand and patting him on the back.
Tenchi noticed that once Ryoko had congratulated Pakma, she sat by herself at one end of the table looking unhappy.
"Ryoko," Tenchi said, sitting next to her. "What is it?"
She smiled at him and said, "I'm sorry Tenchi. It's nothing. It sure will be nice to spend some time on Jurai with your family, huh?"
"Yes, it will." Tenchi gave her a searching look. "Are you sure nothing is wrong."
"Absolutely sure," she said. Then she patted him on the shoulder and stood, going over to Pakma and saying, "Wow, a captain, huh? Could this guy be any more of a catch, Ayeka?"
Tenchi watched her go, but he knew something was bothering her. After a moment of thought, he put it out of his mind, know that she'd tell them when she was ready.
"Hey, Tenchi," Sasami called. "Come toast with us!"
"Here I come, Sasami!" he said, rising and joining the others.
Arkibe landed his small ship and shut it down. He left through the grounding hatch and found himself in a small, landing bay. A large metal portal sealed the small asteroid against space. A small door opened, revealing a passageway beyond.
Arkibe walked up the passageway and found it opened onto a lobby or greeting area. Tsimech was waiting for him.
"Tsimech," he said, bowing slightly.
"Arkibe," Tsimech replied, bowing as well. "Welcome to my lab."
Arkibe grunted. "It was hard to find, even knowing where it was."
Tsimech smiled mirthlessly. "That's the idea."
"It's ready, then?"
Tsimech nodded, still smiling.
"Well..?"
"Patience - and my money - will get you far, Arkibe," Tsimech responded. Arkibe hefted a case he carried, showing it to the scientist. "Come on."
He led Arkibe to a door which opened into a small, comfortable room. Small artifacts were displayed on the walls. There was a small table with two chairs. On the table were a bottle, two glasses and a vial with a clear liquid.
Arkibe set the case down on the table and picked up the vial. "This is it?"
Tsimech nodded. "The contents of that vial destroyed a world - killed ten billion people - in less than a week."
Arkibe started, looking at it in shock. "I don't want to kill ten billion people, you fool!"
Tsimech laughed. "Don't be an idiot." Arkibe bristled at the insult; Tsimech didn't notice or didn't care. He sat in one chair and waved Arkibe into the other.
Tsimech poured two drinks and slid one to Arkibe. "To success," Tsimech said, raising his glass. Arkibe lifted his glass slightly and the two drank.
"Now," Tsimech said. "As I was saying, the contents of that vial wiped out an entire world. It is a nano-technology poison that will slowly kill a person."
"Slowly?" Arkibe asked.
"Yes, over a series of weeks or months, depending on the person," Tsimech replied. "But, when I found it on that dead world, it would literally eat someone from the inside out in a matter of hours."
"It killed a world," Arkibe said. "Why won't it do that now?"
Tsimech smiled. "I altered it, customized it so that it looks for explicit DNA markers before it attacks or replicates. I was able to get DNA samples from several of the royal family. It will only attack members of the Jurai royal family, and then only certain structures in the body."
"Where did you get DNA samples from the royal family?"
"The royal family has a weakness for charity banquets," Tsimech said with a smirk.
"Charity banquets? You were there? I've attended several of those myself!"
"I know," Tsimech said. "But nobody ever notices the waiter."
"And it's harmless to anyone else?" Arkibe insisted.
Tsimech picked up the vial and opened the cap. He put in the tip of his finger and touched it to his tongue. "Completely harmless," he said, replacing the cap.
"Congratulations, then," Arkibe said, finishing his drink. "You've earned your reward."
"Thank you," Tsimech said. "But unfortunately, it's not the reward you were planning on giving me. You'll find the power cell on your force sword has been completely drained."
Arkibe looked at Tsimech blankly, not bothering to confirm his statement.
"I also know that you're not carrying any large amounts of metal, such as might be used in a blade."
Arkibe smiled at the scientist. "You're very thorough," he said.
Tsimech nodded his head in a small bow. "I watch the news," he said. "People start to show up dead with force sword wounds and it makes you think."
"You're not from Jurai or Ryuten then, are you?"
"No," Tsimech said. "Why?"
"Because you're obviously not familiar with the properties of some of our more exotic types of wood." Arkibe stood suddenly, knocking his chair back. He reached up behind his neck, smoothly drawing a sword up and over his head. As the tip of the sword cleared the hidden sheath, he turned the motion of the draw into a lightning-fast slash.
Just before it split his skull, Tsimech noticed the markings and knots on the blade; it was, indeed, a piece of wood.
Arkibe pulled his blade free from the scientist's head and wiped it clean before replacing it in its sheath. He opened the case with Tsimech's payment and put the vial into it, then closed it again. Pausing for a moment, he reached down and picked up the scientist's half-empty glass, tipped it in the direction of his body, laying sprawled across the table, drained it and left the room without looking back.