Chapter 9 - The Taste of Treason
There were fifty captains promoted that day. Of that fifty, only Pakma and one other were accepted by Third Generation trees.
The royal family and navy hosted a dinner in honor of the selectees. It was held in a wing of the palace that had been destroyed during Ryoko's attack when the cruiser Courageous, crippled by Ryo-Ohki, had crashed with the loss of the entire crew. The wing was rebuilt and a hall was added and dedicated to the memory of those who had given their lives defending the planet.
All this and the names of the crew members were on a plaque outside the hall. The group looked up from the plaque as they finished reading and looked at Ryoko. She looked down at the plaque for several moments, until Ryo-Ohki walked over and took her hand. "Miya," she said sadly.
"I know, Ryo-Ohki. All these people, and so many more..." She looked up at the group, their faces full of concern. "I'm sorry, I can't stay here," she said.
Ayeka stepped forward and put her hand on Ryoko's arm. "Ryoko," was all she could say.
"Ryoko, that wasn't you. Nobody blames you any more," Tenchi said.
Ryoko shook her head and Ryo-Ohki whimpered sadly. "No Tenchi, it doesn't matter. Even if those people's lives are on Kagato's head, their blood is on my hands and their screams are in my ears. Ryo-Ohki and I have to go."
"Oh, Ryoko!" Sasami said. "Please don't go."
"I have to. I've been lying to myself the entire time we've been here, thinking that it was all right and that I shouldn't feel this way. But I need to go. I don't expect any of you to come with me. I want you to stay and enjoy yourselves, please. But I have to."
She gathered Ryo-Ohki and she turned to leave. Tenchi reached out and took her shoulder, stopping her. "Ryoko-" he said,
"I know what you're going to say, Tenchi," she said without looking back at him. "And you're kind and good for saying it. But please, let me go."
Tenchi nodded and dropped his arm. Ryoko hurried away up the hall. Tenchi turned to the group and said, "I need to go after her. You all stay and have fun."
"No, Tenchi," Washu said. "Ryoko and Ryo-Ohki are my daughters and my responsibility; and this," she gestured at the plaque, "is my fault. I'll go. See you folks later!" she finished, smiling. Then she turned and followed Ryoko.
Tenchi, Ayeka, Sasami and Mihoshi watched them disappear up the hall until they turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
"I'm not sure I feel like a celebration," Tenchi said quietly.
"I feel the same way, Tenchi," Ayeka said.
"No!" Mihoshi said. "You can't back out now. You heard Ryoko: she wants us to go. And Captain Pakma is expecting us to be there. We don't want to disappoint him."
They looked at her and slowly began to nod. "You're right, Miss Mihoshi," Ayeka said. "But it will be hard to have fun with Ryoko so upset."
"She's right, Ayeka," Sasami said. "Ryoko wants us to try to enjoy ourselves. Right Tenchi?"
Tenchi looked at Sasami, then smiled. "Yes, Sasami; she does." He smiled at Mihoshi, "Thank you, Mihoshi." Then he touched Ayeka on the arm and said, "Come on, Ayeka. Let's go inside."
Ayeka nodded and they stepped up to the door. It opened before them and they stepped into a large hall filled with naval officers, members of the new captains' families and representatives of the Jurai government.
Seeing them enter, a herald next to the door announced them: "Ladies and gentlemen: Princess Ayeka, Prince Tenchi, Princess Sasami and Detective Mihoshi Kuramitsu." They stopped just inside the door as the herald announced them. The murmur from the crowd stopped and everyone turned and, as one, bowed to the members of the royal family. They returned the bow and everyone stood, the conversation resuming.
The four looked around to get their bearings among the milling guests. It wasn't long before a pair of men approached the group. One was tall and striking, the other average height and nondescript. They bowed low and the taller one said, "Princess Ayeka, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Tar Arkibe. I am a member of several committees on the Holy Council. We've met once or twice."
"Yes," Ayeka smiled. "I do remember you, Counselor Arkibe. How are you?"
"I am fine, ma'am. I'd just like to say that we are all very happy that things went the way they did in the attack on you and Ryu-Oh. The thought of losing you is, well, unthinkable." He smiled and Ayeka realized he was trying to be charming and disarming; he wasn't succeeding.
"Thank you, Counselor. Who is your companion?"
"Ah, this is my associate, Deha Rueto."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Rueto said, bowing again.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Rueto." Ayeka felt Sasami tap her on the shoulder and whisper "Latel" in her ear. Ayeka looked around and saw Pakma approaching.
"Princess," Arkibe continued. "If I might have just a minute of your time to discuss border security and-"
"I am sorry, Counselor and I hate to be rude, but I do not care to discuss business tonight and I see someone I would like to speak with. Please excuse me."
Arkibe bowed, smiling. By the time he straightened up, Ayeka and the others had gone. "Damn that arrogant bitch," he muttered under his breath.
"Easy, Tar," Rueto said, leaning close. "Let's get a drink." Arkibe nodded tightly and allowed Rueto to lead him away.
"Captain Pakma!" Tenchi said as they drew near.
"Prince Tenchi, Princess Sasami, Detective Kuramitsu," Pakma said to each of them in turn. Finally, "Princess Ayeka."
"Please, captain" Tenchi said, smiling. "It's just Tenchi."
"And Mihoshi!"
"And Sasami."
"And, please captain, call me Ayeka."
Pakma smiled at them all in return, "Then you have to call me Latel. Where are Ryoko and Professor Washu?"
"Uh, they had to leave suddenly," Tenchi said.
"Oh?" Pakma asked.
"Oh, captain, it's so sad!" Sasami said. "This is the Hall of Warriors and it's dedicated to the people killed by Ryoko and Ryo-Ohki when they attacked Jurai."
Pakma nodded solemnly. "I can understand that. Not only would she feel bad, but she'd be in a room full of military officers who perhaps fought her or had friends who did and died. I'm sad to say that she probably made the right choice."
"What is your opinion on the matter?" Ayeka asked him.
He thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I've seen the news coverage and I've read intelligence reports but I never really believed them or cared. I couldn't imagine someone performing those sorts of acts even unwillingly; I'd rather die than have that stain on my soul. But after I spent time with Ryoko and Ryo-Ohki, I went back to some of the classified information and I really thought about the description of Kagato's total control over Ryoko. And I realized that she wasn't so much an unwilling participant as she was a puppet. That, and the fact that I genuinely like her... Well, I found it in myself to forgive her; to forgive them both, actually."
Everyone smiled and Ayeka took Pakma's arm. "I find your answer acceptable," she said with a playful look. "You may get me a cup of punch, captain."
"Latel," he said, smiling.
"You may get me a cup of punch, Latel," Ayeka said.
"My pleasure, Ayeka," Pakma responded. He led Ayeka through the crowd, which parted obligingly, though there were some surprised expressions at the woman on Pakma's arm.
"Damn that bitch to hell," Arkibe said under his breath, grinding his teeth.
"Will you get control of yourself?" Rueto said next to him. "Someone might overhear."
Arkibe looked around. They were in a corner of the room and there was nobody within earshot. "We're fine. Besides, it's no crime to despise the royal family."
"No, but it doesn't take a genius to connect a disgruntled Counselor and an attempt on the royal family."
Arkibe smiled. "By the time anything starts to happen, nobody will have a clue."
Rueto looked at him. "When are you going to do this?"
Arkibe laughed lowly. "I already have."
Rueto started. "What does that mean?" he asked sharply.
"There's poison in every drop of drink and every scrap of food in this room."
The color drained from Rueto's face. "I assume that we're in no danger?"
"You're only in danger if your family name is 'Masaki'", Arkibe replied with a chuckle. "And then you're in very great danger indeed..."
Washu entered their quarters to find Ryoko packing and Ryo-Ohki sitting nearby watching and crying pitifully.
"I know, Ryo-Ohki. I'll miss them too, but we'll see them again soon. I just need to get away right now."
"You don't have to run, Ryoko," Washu said quietly.
Ryoko spun, surprised. "Washu!" Ryoko paused for a moment, blinking in surprise, then returned to her packing. "Yes I do, Washu. You should know that better than anybody. You know how this feels for me."
Washu nodded. "Only too well," she said sadly.
"I can feel them, Washu; hear them. All those people shouting, screaming crying, dying..." Ryoko shook her head sending the tears that had welled in her eyes spraying outward. "I can't stay here an longer," she said.
Washu put her hand on Ryoko's shoulder. "I understand. I'd like to go with you."
"I'm sorry Washu... Mom. I have to be alone for a while."
"We'll all be waiting for you to come back," Washu said.
Ryoko smiled. "I know. That's the only thing that keeps me going sometimes."
A short time later, the king and queens arrived at the dinner. The herald announced them and everyone bowed respectfully. Ayeka, Tenchi, Sasami and Mihoshi immediately went to them. Pakma found himself dragged along.
"Hello everyone!" Misaki said. "Where are Ryoko and Washu?"
"Ryoko felt bad about the hall," Ayeka said. "She could not stay and Washu went with her." The king and queens nodded in understanding.
"Poor girl," Misaki said. "I'd hoped our little talk would help. Is there anything you can do, honey?" she asked Azusa.
"The statute of limitations has expired and her Galaxy Wanted file has been erased," Azusa began. "She has been forgiven the debt for the damages, and she's been given an official pardon. There's nothing else I can do."
Misaki nodded, looking unhappy.
"It's okay, Lady Misaki. Ryoko will be fine."
They turned to see Washu.
"I didn't hear you announced, Professor Washu," Azusa said.
Washu smiled. "The herald wouldn't announce me as 'Little Washu', so I came in through the kitchen."
"How is Ryoko, Washu?" Ayeka asked.
"Yes Washu, is she coming?" Tenchi said.
Washu shook her head. "No, I'm afraid she and Ryo-Ohki have gone on a little excursion. They'll be back."
"They'll have to catch up with you on Ryuten," Funaho said.
"Ryuten? Why's that?" Washu asked.
"After selection, the newly bonded trees are placed into their life pods and the life pods are shipped to Ryuten to be fitted with hulls," Funaho replied.
"Ryu-Oh will need his hull rebuilt as well," Ayeka said.
"It takes weeks to outfit a hull," Washu said. "At least, it did when we had that hull for Ryu-Oh made."
"For Ryu-Oh, it will," Ayeka explained. "Third Generation hulls are carved by machines from standard designs. But all First and Second Generation trees have unique hulls and in order for the design to be approved and for work to go ahead, the tree and its bonded partner must be present. The hull must pleasing to both and this allows the two of them to get the aesthetics right."
"I don't understand, Ayeka," Tenchi said. "When we had the hull made for Ryu-Oh, we didn't do any of that."
Ayeka smiled. "That was a special case, Tenchi. Your design was based closely on the original. Still, Ryu-Oh had to make some decisions and, for that, Lady Funaho was consulted. She and Karin acted as a go-between for Ryu-Oh and Nomori Takebe, the Royal Wood Sculptor."
Tenchi scratched his head. "I didn't really notice any differences between the design and the finished hull. Maybe a dimension here and there, but nothing important."
"See what a good job you did!" Ayeka said, taking Tenchi's arm. "You pleased not only me, but Ryu-Oh as well."
"I had no idea how the hull looked was that important!" Tenchi said. "If I had, I don't think I would have tried it at all. What about the one I'm working on for him now?"
"You have shown me your sketches so far and I can assure you that both of us are very pleased."
"I'm glad," Tenchi said. "I'm really enjoying working on it."
"I don't know if he mentioned it," Funaho said, "but as a reward, Captain Pakma and Kinpa have been granted a custom hull and a naval architect has been assigned to work with them on it." Pakma smiled happily and everyone congratulated him.
Ayeka looked at Pakma and smiled. "Tenchi, Latel would like you to work on the hull for Kinpa, only he does not feel like he knows you well enough to impose."
"Princess! Please!" Pakma said.
"Call me Ayeka, Latel," she said, smiling.
Tenchi smiled. "I'd be happy to work on Kinpa's hull for you Latel. I'm almost done with Ryu-Oh's hull. I can start working on yours soon. We'll need to get some basic specifications from the navy."
"Tenchi, I don't know how to thank you," Pakma said, clearly moved.
"I'm happy to do it," Tenchi said.
"Well, if that's all settled," Funaho said, "the chef is beginning to look very nervous. I think it's time we sat for dinner."
Rueta realized that he couldn't eat.
Arkibe had assured him that only the royal family would be affected, but what did Arkibe know? Rueta had tried to ignore the screaming alarms going off in his mind. He had finished the drink he had when Arkibe told him about the food and he'd managed to choke down part of the main course; but now he wished he hadn't.
Rueta looked at the food on his plate, knowing it was laced with the nano-poison; that any bite might carry death - for the right person. He looked about at everyone enjoying the meal, wondering which of them might be the right person. Then he watched Arkibe take a mouthful with relish and he wondered again: which of them might be the right person.
Fighting the bile rising in his throat, Rueta pushed his plate away and waited for the meal to end.
It was very late when they returned to their quarters. After the dinner there was dancing and plenty to drink. Several of them had more than was good for them, including Sasami. She had passed out or fallen asleep - or a combination of the two - and Tenchi carried her back.
They entered the common room and there was a flurry of kicked off shoes and removed jackets. "I'm going to make some coffee!" Washu announced. "Anyone else?" There was enough agreement that Washu decided to make a pot. She went into the kitchen.
"Oh, my feet!" Mihoshi said, plopping down on a sofa.
"I have to get this dress off," Ayeka said, disappearing into her room.
"I'm going to put Sasami into bed," Tenchi said as the others sat on the couch. "I'll be back in a minute."
Tenchi opened the door with one hand and stepped in. He walked to the bed and laid Sasami down on it. He pulled off her shoes and dropped them on the floor. Then he lifted her shoulders off the bed and pulled the blanket down underneath her. He worked it down under her hips and then lifted her feet, setting them back down once he'd pulled the blanket past them. Then he pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.
He looked at Sasami one last time to find that she was awake, regarding him, her eyes half closed and a smile on her face. "Tenchi," she said. Her face was flushed and her hair awry.
"Hi, Sasami," he said. And he noticed that her arms were around him.
"Tenchi," Sasami repeated. "You know, Tsunami kind of likes you."
"Uh... I knew that," he said, reaching up to try to gently remove her arms. "Remember, the onsen?"
Sasami giggled, resisting Tenchi's efforts. "Oh yeah, the onsen." Sasami pulled him closer, until Tenchi's face was very near hers. "You know what, Tenchi?" she said.
"What, Sasami?"
"I kind of like you, too."
"Sasami," Tenchi said. "I think you've had too much to drink."
"No," she replied huskily, "I've had just enough." And she kissed him.
Tenchi didn't fight, partially because he knew that Sasami was far stronger than she looked - something she had in common with her mother Misaki, and partially because he didn't want to fight. Sasami was a good kisser and kissing her was very pleasant.
"Ahem," said Washu from the door.
"Oh, not again!" Sasami said, letting Tenchi go. Tenchi stood and turned to face Washu.
"Hello, Washu," Tenchi said smiling.
"Hello yourself, Tenchi Masaki," Washu replied. "I just came in to see how you were doing with Sasami and - hey! - it looks like you're doing pretty well." She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow, her expression wasn't quite disapproving, but Tenchi definitely felt she wasn't happy with what she'd found.
"Oh, Washu," Sasami giggled from the bed. "Don't blame Tenchi. I kissed him."
"I know," Washu said with a somewhat disapproving tone. "And if you don't cut it out Sasami you're going to confuse the poor boy. Isn't that right, Tenchi?"
"Uh, I guess so Washu."
"Well, I'm not confused, Washu," Sasami said.
"Tenchi, since Sasami is awake right now, why don't you excuse us and I'll get her undressed and tucked in, okay?
"Sure, Washu," Tenchi said. "Good night, Sasami."
"Good night, Tenchi," she replied.
Washu waited until the door closed behind Tenchi. "Sasami," she said.
"Yes, Washu?"
"What is it with you and Tenchi?" Washu asked.
Sasami thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know. But I've been thinking about him a lot. I really like him."
"Do you really like him, or does Tsunami really like him?"
"Well, Tsunami does like him, but I don't think I like him because of Tsunami, if that's what you mean. I like him because I like him; because he's Tenchi. I guess I really always have liked him, I just never realized it before."
"And it's not Tsunami?"
"Oh, no! Tsunami likes to point out how cute he is, but she doesn't try to make me feel anything. I don't think she could, anyway."
"You never seemed interested in him before. Why the change?"
"I don't know," Sasami said. "Maybe it's because I know Ayeka isn't interested in him any more. I don't know. But all of a sudden he sure is cute."
"What about Ryoko?" Washu said gently. "You know that she's been in love with Tenchi for all of his life."
Sasami put a hand to her forehead, trying to concentrate through the alcohol. "Oh, Ryoko," she said. "That's so sad. I want her to be happy, but I want to be happy too. I just don't know, Washu."
"Love and relationships are very powerful things, Sasami. Feelings can hurt you more than any weapon." Washu's expression became vaguely suspicious. "Sasami, did Funaho and Misaki talk to you about Tenchi?"
"About Tenchi?" Sasami said, yawning. "No, Washu, why?"
"Oh, no reason," Washu shrugged. "But do you understand what I'm saying?"
Washu got no answer; Sasami had fallen asleep. Washu sighed and pulled off Sasami's clothes and pulled the blankets back up over her shoulders. Sasami rolled onto her side and mumbled, "Tenchi," in her sleep and smiled. Washu frowned.
"What are you two thinking? Or is it you three?" she said to herself. "Damn it!" she hissed in frustration.
"Washu?" Ayeka put her head in the door. "Is Sasami all right? Are you coming back out?"
Washu turned and smiled, "Oh yes, all done here." And she stepped out of Sasami's room, pulling the door shut behind her.
Space was always beautiful.
Ryoko loved space and the freedom of movement it gave her. She sat in the command chair on Ryo-Ohki's bridge and watched the stars streak past. In times past she had struggled to think of nothing. Now her thoughts were on those who were most important to her.
She realized that she missed them already.
"Crap. Not good, Ryoko," she said to herself. "So much for the devil- may-care rogue of the space ways."
"Miya!" Ryo-Ohki interjected.
"You can shut the hell up," Ryoko said grumpily. "How do you know I was lonely?"
"Meow miya," was the reply.
"Yeah, yeah, I know: the link. Okay, so I wasn't as devil-may-care as I wanted to be." Ryoko slumped in her chair, staring into the crystal Ryo- Ohki had floated in front of her. "Oh, Ryo-Ohki... It really hurts not to have them around, you know?"
"Miya."
"I know we can go back any time, but that whole 'attack on Jurai' thing really bothers me."
"Mew."
"Yeah, I know it bothers you too."
"Miya miya."
Ryoko sighed. "I know they waived the debt and we got an official pardon and everyone forgave me, but I still don't feel like that makes up for it. I feel like I owe them."
"Miya?"
"How can I pay them back? I don't know... By doing something to help them somehow?"
"Miya! Meow meow miya!"
"Hey! That's a great idea! Let's get going!"
A few hours later, they were in the region where Ayeka and Ryu-Oh had been ambushed. "Start sniffing," Ryoko said. Ryo-Ohki began moving slowly, her senses casting here and there, looking for something that might be used to track down Ayeka's attackers. It was a slow and tedious process, but neither minded; Ryo-Ohki was happy to help and Ryoko needing the time to herself.
It was hours later when Ryo-Ohki began crying in excitement. She brought up a display for Ryoko showing a medium-sized piece of metal spinning slowly through space. "That looks like an access hatch cover," Ryoko said. "Bring it aboard."
In a moment, Ryo-Ohki had transported the piece onto the command deck. It sat there, heat scarred and twisted. "Nothing special about it, really," Ryoko said. "Is this enough for you?"
Ryo-Ohki miya'd her reassurance and several control crystals hovered around the piece, analyzing it. After a moment, the crystals floated off and Ryo-Ohki announced she was ready to go.
"Okay then, go," Ryoko said.
The entire group watched intently as the enormous ship descended toward them. It stopped above the landing pad and hung suspended, an island of wood in the sky. Tendrils of power reached down and gently clasped Ryu- Oh's life pod, pulling it aboard where it was clamped firmly into place next to Kinpa.
Funaho and Misaki turned and faced the group. "Goodbye children, Washu," Funaho said. "Have a good trip and keep in touch."
Misaki said goodbye to each of them in turn, hugging Ayeka and Sasami. "Now, you two be good," she said with a look that meant she was talking about men.
"Oh, mother," Ayeka said, "I will."
Sasami made the briefest of glances toward Tenchi. "I-" she started. She looked at Misaki; who's expression was now stern. "Yes mother," Sasami said, dropping her head.
"That's my girl!" Misaki said, patting Sasami and the head.
Funaho and Misaki stepped back and a transport beam took the group up into the tug for the trip to Ryuten.
"What do you think, sis?" Misaki asked Funaho.
"Ayeka or Sasami?" Funaho asked in return.
"Both," Misaki said, smiling.
"Hmm... Ayeka is showing some interest in our dashing young captain. But, I don't know that there's enough there to be counting grandchildren just yet."
"Agreed!" Misaki said with a laugh. "Do you like him?"
"He's a fine young man and a very capable officer. The Intelligence checks turned up absolutely nothing unusual. He's from a good family with loose ties to the royal line. Since Yosho has clearly removed himself from the picture, at this point he may be the best we can hope for."
Misaki nodded. "And..?"
Funaho smiled. "And I like him," she said.
Misaki returned the smile. "Me, too. And Sasami?"
Funaho sighed. "Sasami. Well, she's another situation entirely."
Misaki nodded gravely. "Is it a crush? Something that she'll be over in weeks or months?"
"I don't know and only time will tell," Funaho said. "But I don't think we should take any chances. Do you?"
Misaki shook her head. "No. We can't. Not this time."
Once they were aboard the tug, Ayeka and Pakma made sure the life pods of their trees were secure and the group settled in for the trip to Ryuten, home planet of Nomori Takebe, the Royal Wood Sculptor and the only other world on which the trees would grow.
They arrived in good time and settled into orbit around the verdant world. Ryuten, like Jurai, was a green world with few large bodies of open water. Beneath the white clouds and between the frozen poles stretched forests, endless seas of trees.
The tug descended over one of the royal shipyards, depositing the life pods and all of them before returning to space and then on to Jurai. Its task was done; the next time Ryu-Oh and Kinpa saw space it would be under their own power.
They were met at the yard by Nomori Takebe, the Royal Tree Sculptor. He was a powerfully built man with blunt features, a heavy beard and a thick head of hair that hung long over his eyes. The group went to him and he greeted them warmly.
"It's good to see you all!" he said. "I'm just sorry that Asahi and Goghei weren't here too. You must be Captain Pakma." He and Pakma exchanged respectful bows.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sculptor Takebe," Pakma said.
"The pleasure is mine, captain. It's always a treat to see a new tree take flight. So, young Tenchi," Takebe said, turning his attention, "I understand that you are quite the natural naval architect."
"Well, not natural; I'm a structural architect with training in design and engineering. I had good teachers and my dad is an architect, too, so I guess it rubbed off," Tenchi said, shrugging modestly.
"Tenchi!" Sasami said, stepping up and taking his arm. "Don't underestimate yourself! He's a genius, Nomori! Everybody says so." Tenchi smiled in mild embarrassment.
"Hello, Sasami!" Takebe said, smiling. "Got yourself a new hobby, I see!" Sasami smiled as well, her cheeks coloring, and she glanced at Tenchi; Tenchi looked surprised. "She's right though, Tenchi: you have a great talent, however you got it. I received the redesign for Ryu-Oh and the design for Kinpa and they're beautiful and efficient. They'll be a pleasure to carve."
"Sculptor Takebe?" Pakma said. "'A pleasure to carve'? I was under the impression that Kinpa's hull would be carved by machine."
Takebe chuckled. "You and Kinpa are in luck, captain. I have an apprentice who is ready to carve a hull in order to complete his schooling. Kinpa will receive a hull carved at the hands of a budding master under the watchful eye of myself or Tatetsuki, my First Assistant."
"So," Takebe said, clapping his hands together, "if you want to gather your things, I've got room for everyone at my home; unless you have other plans?"
"Where else would we stay," Ayeka asked, "but in the home of a dear friend? Of course we will stay with you."
"Good!" Takebe said. "Once you're settled, we'll come back here and get started. I have some excellent trees set aside for your inspection, and I'd like you to meet my apprentice."
"Now, Yona, are you ready?" Tatetsuki asked.
Yona, the apprentice, nodded. He was a well-muscled man, just in the full bloom of mature manhood. His dark hair was braided and ran down his back nearly to his waist; his dark eyes burned with intensity and intelligence. He was wearing the Tree Sculptor's traditional robes; the long sword that was the tool of his art was tucked in his sash.
Yona and Tatetsuki stood atop the enormous tree trunk that would soon be Kinpa's hull. It lay on its side in the cavernous carving loft, surrounded by scaffolding. The group watched from nearby.
The design work had gone easily and quickly, Tenchi's natural ability showing through. While Royal Sculptor Takebe began work on Ryu-Oh's hull, Tenchi had designed a breathtaking hull for Kinpa; consulting with Sculptor Tatetsuki and a naval architect. The design was ready almost as soon as the tree was picked and placed in the carving loft.
"Good," Tatetsuki said. "In that case I will join the others." He clapped the apprentice on the shoulder and climbed down.
"This is very exciting!" Mihoshi said as Tatetsuki joined them. "What's he doing now?"
Yona had knelt, sitting on his heels. His hands were on his waist, his sword laying in front of him. "He's feeling the spirit of the tree. He will use his chi to find the best place to cut."
"His chi?" Mihoshi asked.
"Chi is spiritual energy, Mihoshi," Tenchi explained.
"Yes, Lord Tenchi, as a warrior, you use your chi to strike with power," Tatetsuki said. "As tree sculptors, we use our chi to feel the energy channels in the wood. The hull is best carved in a way that allows chi to flow freely."
"Do the machines sense chi as well, Sculptor Tatetsuki?" Pakma asked.
"No, captain, they do not. However, the Third Generation trees do not require as much of a free-flow of chi as the First and Second Generations."
"Will Kinpa gain anything by having better chi flow in her hull?" Pakma asked.
Tatetsuki shrugged. "I don't know, captain; I'm only a sculptor. That is a question best left for others. However, based on my understanding and experience, I would not think so. Unless she is an exceptionally powerful Third Generation tree, her energy output won't be enough to really tell the difference between a hand-carved and machine-carved hull."
Pakma nodded silently, seemingly unhappy.
"Captain, I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean any insult to Kinpa," Tatetsuki said.
Pakma looked at him, then shook his head and smiled. "No, Sculptor Tatetsuki; you were just telling the truth. There was no reason for me to be offended. You have my apologies."
Tatetsuki nodded in return and smiled. "No need for an apology, captain. I've worked on enough new hulls to know how you new captains are."
"What's he doing now?" Mihoshi asked.
Everyone looked. Yona had stood, returning his sword to his sash. He gripped the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. He remained poised, the dynamic tension and energy in the air palpable. "Yes," Tatetsuki said, closing his eyes briefly. "He has concentrated his chi very well. He is going to be an excellent Sculptor and a credit to the Hou School."
Then, Yona drew his sword in a smooth motion, holding it before him and grasping it with both hands. With a shout that echoed throughout the carving room, he leaped into the air and slashed powerfully at the trunk as he descended. There was a flash of power as Yona's chi energy channeled through his sword and into the wood.
An instant later, Yona again stood atop the seemingly unchanged tree, panting lightly, his sword down and behind him where his clean and smooth follow-through had brought it. For a moment, nothing happened. Then there was a creaking noise which quickly became a loud groan as an enormous section of the trunk fell away and crashed to the floor, many meters below.
"Magnificent!" Tatetsuki breathed. "He may be the finest student the Hou School has ever produced. He may one day surpass the Master." He turned to Pakma, "Captain, you and Kinpa have received a rare gift; to have your hull carved by one such as young Yona."
"Tenchi!" Sasami yelled. Everyone turned at the shout to find Tenchi unconscious on the floor.
There were fifty captains promoted that day. Of that fifty, only Pakma and one other were accepted by Third Generation trees.
The royal family and navy hosted a dinner in honor of the selectees. It was held in a wing of the palace that had been destroyed during Ryoko's attack when the cruiser Courageous, crippled by Ryo-Ohki, had crashed with the loss of the entire crew. The wing was rebuilt and a hall was added and dedicated to the memory of those who had given their lives defending the planet.
All this and the names of the crew members were on a plaque outside the hall. The group looked up from the plaque as they finished reading and looked at Ryoko. She looked down at the plaque for several moments, until Ryo-Ohki walked over and took her hand. "Miya," she said sadly.
"I know, Ryo-Ohki. All these people, and so many more..." She looked up at the group, their faces full of concern. "I'm sorry, I can't stay here," she said.
Ayeka stepped forward and put her hand on Ryoko's arm. "Ryoko," was all she could say.
"Ryoko, that wasn't you. Nobody blames you any more," Tenchi said.
Ryoko shook her head and Ryo-Ohki whimpered sadly. "No Tenchi, it doesn't matter. Even if those people's lives are on Kagato's head, their blood is on my hands and their screams are in my ears. Ryo-Ohki and I have to go."
"Oh, Ryoko!" Sasami said. "Please don't go."
"I have to. I've been lying to myself the entire time we've been here, thinking that it was all right and that I shouldn't feel this way. But I need to go. I don't expect any of you to come with me. I want you to stay and enjoy yourselves, please. But I have to."
She gathered Ryo-Ohki and she turned to leave. Tenchi reached out and took her shoulder, stopping her. "Ryoko-" he said,
"I know what you're going to say, Tenchi," she said without looking back at him. "And you're kind and good for saying it. But please, let me go."
Tenchi nodded and dropped his arm. Ryoko hurried away up the hall. Tenchi turned to the group and said, "I need to go after her. You all stay and have fun."
"No, Tenchi," Washu said. "Ryoko and Ryo-Ohki are my daughters and my responsibility; and this," she gestured at the plaque, "is my fault. I'll go. See you folks later!" she finished, smiling. Then she turned and followed Ryoko.
Tenchi, Ayeka, Sasami and Mihoshi watched them disappear up the hall until they turned a corner and disappeared from sight.
"I'm not sure I feel like a celebration," Tenchi said quietly.
"I feel the same way, Tenchi," Ayeka said.
"No!" Mihoshi said. "You can't back out now. You heard Ryoko: she wants us to go. And Captain Pakma is expecting us to be there. We don't want to disappoint him."
They looked at her and slowly began to nod. "You're right, Miss Mihoshi," Ayeka said. "But it will be hard to have fun with Ryoko so upset."
"She's right, Ayeka," Sasami said. "Ryoko wants us to try to enjoy ourselves. Right Tenchi?"
Tenchi looked at Sasami, then smiled. "Yes, Sasami; she does." He smiled at Mihoshi, "Thank you, Mihoshi." Then he touched Ayeka on the arm and said, "Come on, Ayeka. Let's go inside."
Ayeka nodded and they stepped up to the door. It opened before them and they stepped into a large hall filled with naval officers, members of the new captains' families and representatives of the Jurai government.
Seeing them enter, a herald next to the door announced them: "Ladies and gentlemen: Princess Ayeka, Prince Tenchi, Princess Sasami and Detective Mihoshi Kuramitsu." They stopped just inside the door as the herald announced them. The murmur from the crowd stopped and everyone turned and, as one, bowed to the members of the royal family. They returned the bow and everyone stood, the conversation resuming.
The four looked around to get their bearings among the milling guests. It wasn't long before a pair of men approached the group. One was tall and striking, the other average height and nondescript. They bowed low and the taller one said, "Princess Ayeka, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Tar Arkibe. I am a member of several committees on the Holy Council. We've met once or twice."
"Yes," Ayeka smiled. "I do remember you, Counselor Arkibe. How are you?"
"I am fine, ma'am. I'd just like to say that we are all very happy that things went the way they did in the attack on you and Ryu-Oh. The thought of losing you is, well, unthinkable." He smiled and Ayeka realized he was trying to be charming and disarming; he wasn't succeeding.
"Thank you, Counselor. Who is your companion?"
"Ah, this is my associate, Deha Rueto."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Rueto said, bowing again.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Rueto." Ayeka felt Sasami tap her on the shoulder and whisper "Latel" in her ear. Ayeka looked around and saw Pakma approaching.
"Princess," Arkibe continued. "If I might have just a minute of your time to discuss border security and-"
"I am sorry, Counselor and I hate to be rude, but I do not care to discuss business tonight and I see someone I would like to speak with. Please excuse me."
Arkibe bowed, smiling. By the time he straightened up, Ayeka and the others had gone. "Damn that arrogant bitch," he muttered under his breath.
"Easy, Tar," Rueto said, leaning close. "Let's get a drink." Arkibe nodded tightly and allowed Rueto to lead him away.
"Captain Pakma!" Tenchi said as they drew near.
"Prince Tenchi, Princess Sasami, Detective Kuramitsu," Pakma said to each of them in turn. Finally, "Princess Ayeka."
"Please, captain" Tenchi said, smiling. "It's just Tenchi."
"And Mihoshi!"
"And Sasami."
"And, please captain, call me Ayeka."
Pakma smiled at them all in return, "Then you have to call me Latel. Where are Ryoko and Professor Washu?"
"Uh, they had to leave suddenly," Tenchi said.
"Oh?" Pakma asked.
"Oh, captain, it's so sad!" Sasami said. "This is the Hall of Warriors and it's dedicated to the people killed by Ryoko and Ryo-Ohki when they attacked Jurai."
Pakma nodded solemnly. "I can understand that. Not only would she feel bad, but she'd be in a room full of military officers who perhaps fought her or had friends who did and died. I'm sad to say that she probably made the right choice."
"What is your opinion on the matter?" Ayeka asked him.
He thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I've seen the news coverage and I've read intelligence reports but I never really believed them or cared. I couldn't imagine someone performing those sorts of acts even unwillingly; I'd rather die than have that stain on my soul. But after I spent time with Ryoko and Ryo-Ohki, I went back to some of the classified information and I really thought about the description of Kagato's total control over Ryoko. And I realized that she wasn't so much an unwilling participant as she was a puppet. That, and the fact that I genuinely like her... Well, I found it in myself to forgive her; to forgive them both, actually."
Everyone smiled and Ayeka took Pakma's arm. "I find your answer acceptable," she said with a playful look. "You may get me a cup of punch, captain."
"Latel," he said, smiling.
"You may get me a cup of punch, Latel," Ayeka said.
"My pleasure, Ayeka," Pakma responded. He led Ayeka through the crowd, which parted obligingly, though there were some surprised expressions at the woman on Pakma's arm.
"Damn that bitch to hell," Arkibe said under his breath, grinding his teeth.
"Will you get control of yourself?" Rueto said next to him. "Someone might overhear."
Arkibe looked around. They were in a corner of the room and there was nobody within earshot. "We're fine. Besides, it's no crime to despise the royal family."
"No, but it doesn't take a genius to connect a disgruntled Counselor and an attempt on the royal family."
Arkibe smiled. "By the time anything starts to happen, nobody will have a clue."
Rueto looked at him. "When are you going to do this?"
Arkibe laughed lowly. "I already have."
Rueto started. "What does that mean?" he asked sharply.
"There's poison in every drop of drink and every scrap of food in this room."
The color drained from Rueto's face. "I assume that we're in no danger?"
"You're only in danger if your family name is 'Masaki'", Arkibe replied with a chuckle. "And then you're in very great danger indeed..."
Washu entered their quarters to find Ryoko packing and Ryo-Ohki sitting nearby watching and crying pitifully.
"I know, Ryo-Ohki. I'll miss them too, but we'll see them again soon. I just need to get away right now."
"You don't have to run, Ryoko," Washu said quietly.
Ryoko spun, surprised. "Washu!" Ryoko paused for a moment, blinking in surprise, then returned to her packing. "Yes I do, Washu. You should know that better than anybody. You know how this feels for me."
Washu nodded. "Only too well," she said sadly.
"I can feel them, Washu; hear them. All those people shouting, screaming crying, dying..." Ryoko shook her head sending the tears that had welled in her eyes spraying outward. "I can't stay here an longer," she said.
Washu put her hand on Ryoko's shoulder. "I understand. I'd like to go with you."
"I'm sorry Washu... Mom. I have to be alone for a while."
"We'll all be waiting for you to come back," Washu said.
Ryoko smiled. "I know. That's the only thing that keeps me going sometimes."
A short time later, the king and queens arrived at the dinner. The herald announced them and everyone bowed respectfully. Ayeka, Tenchi, Sasami and Mihoshi immediately went to them. Pakma found himself dragged along.
"Hello everyone!" Misaki said. "Where are Ryoko and Washu?"
"Ryoko felt bad about the hall," Ayeka said. "She could not stay and Washu went with her." The king and queens nodded in understanding.
"Poor girl," Misaki said. "I'd hoped our little talk would help. Is there anything you can do, honey?" she asked Azusa.
"The statute of limitations has expired and her Galaxy Wanted file has been erased," Azusa began. "She has been forgiven the debt for the damages, and she's been given an official pardon. There's nothing else I can do."
Misaki nodded, looking unhappy.
"It's okay, Lady Misaki. Ryoko will be fine."
They turned to see Washu.
"I didn't hear you announced, Professor Washu," Azusa said.
Washu smiled. "The herald wouldn't announce me as 'Little Washu', so I came in through the kitchen."
"How is Ryoko, Washu?" Ayeka asked.
"Yes Washu, is she coming?" Tenchi said.
Washu shook her head. "No, I'm afraid she and Ryo-Ohki have gone on a little excursion. They'll be back."
"They'll have to catch up with you on Ryuten," Funaho said.
"Ryuten? Why's that?" Washu asked.
"After selection, the newly bonded trees are placed into their life pods and the life pods are shipped to Ryuten to be fitted with hulls," Funaho replied.
"Ryu-Oh will need his hull rebuilt as well," Ayeka said.
"It takes weeks to outfit a hull," Washu said. "At least, it did when we had that hull for Ryu-Oh made."
"For Ryu-Oh, it will," Ayeka explained. "Third Generation hulls are carved by machines from standard designs. But all First and Second Generation trees have unique hulls and in order for the design to be approved and for work to go ahead, the tree and its bonded partner must be present. The hull must pleasing to both and this allows the two of them to get the aesthetics right."
"I don't understand, Ayeka," Tenchi said. "When we had the hull made for Ryu-Oh, we didn't do any of that."
Ayeka smiled. "That was a special case, Tenchi. Your design was based closely on the original. Still, Ryu-Oh had to make some decisions and, for that, Lady Funaho was consulted. She and Karin acted as a go-between for Ryu-Oh and Nomori Takebe, the Royal Wood Sculptor."
Tenchi scratched his head. "I didn't really notice any differences between the design and the finished hull. Maybe a dimension here and there, but nothing important."
"See what a good job you did!" Ayeka said, taking Tenchi's arm. "You pleased not only me, but Ryu-Oh as well."
"I had no idea how the hull looked was that important!" Tenchi said. "If I had, I don't think I would have tried it at all. What about the one I'm working on for him now?"
"You have shown me your sketches so far and I can assure you that both of us are very pleased."
"I'm glad," Tenchi said. "I'm really enjoying working on it."
"I don't know if he mentioned it," Funaho said, "but as a reward, Captain Pakma and Kinpa have been granted a custom hull and a naval architect has been assigned to work with them on it." Pakma smiled happily and everyone congratulated him.
Ayeka looked at Pakma and smiled. "Tenchi, Latel would like you to work on the hull for Kinpa, only he does not feel like he knows you well enough to impose."
"Princess! Please!" Pakma said.
"Call me Ayeka, Latel," she said, smiling.
Tenchi smiled. "I'd be happy to work on Kinpa's hull for you Latel. I'm almost done with Ryu-Oh's hull. I can start working on yours soon. We'll need to get some basic specifications from the navy."
"Tenchi, I don't know how to thank you," Pakma said, clearly moved.
"I'm happy to do it," Tenchi said.
"Well, if that's all settled," Funaho said, "the chef is beginning to look very nervous. I think it's time we sat for dinner."
Rueta realized that he couldn't eat.
Arkibe had assured him that only the royal family would be affected, but what did Arkibe know? Rueta had tried to ignore the screaming alarms going off in his mind. He had finished the drink he had when Arkibe told him about the food and he'd managed to choke down part of the main course; but now he wished he hadn't.
Rueta looked at the food on his plate, knowing it was laced with the nano-poison; that any bite might carry death - for the right person. He looked about at everyone enjoying the meal, wondering which of them might be the right person. Then he watched Arkibe take a mouthful with relish and he wondered again: which of them might be the right person.
Fighting the bile rising in his throat, Rueta pushed his plate away and waited for the meal to end.
It was very late when they returned to their quarters. After the dinner there was dancing and plenty to drink. Several of them had more than was good for them, including Sasami. She had passed out or fallen asleep - or a combination of the two - and Tenchi carried her back.
They entered the common room and there was a flurry of kicked off shoes and removed jackets. "I'm going to make some coffee!" Washu announced. "Anyone else?" There was enough agreement that Washu decided to make a pot. She went into the kitchen.
"Oh, my feet!" Mihoshi said, plopping down on a sofa.
"I have to get this dress off," Ayeka said, disappearing into her room.
"I'm going to put Sasami into bed," Tenchi said as the others sat on the couch. "I'll be back in a minute."
Tenchi opened the door with one hand and stepped in. He walked to the bed and laid Sasami down on it. He pulled off her shoes and dropped them on the floor. Then he lifted her shoulders off the bed and pulled the blanket down underneath her. He worked it down under her hips and then lifted her feet, setting them back down once he'd pulled the blanket past them. Then he pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.
He looked at Sasami one last time to find that she was awake, regarding him, her eyes half closed and a smile on her face. "Tenchi," she said. Her face was flushed and her hair awry.
"Hi, Sasami," he said. And he noticed that her arms were around him.
"Tenchi," Sasami repeated. "You know, Tsunami kind of likes you."
"Uh... I knew that," he said, reaching up to try to gently remove her arms. "Remember, the onsen?"
Sasami giggled, resisting Tenchi's efforts. "Oh yeah, the onsen." Sasami pulled him closer, until Tenchi's face was very near hers. "You know what, Tenchi?" she said.
"What, Sasami?"
"I kind of like you, too."
"Sasami," Tenchi said. "I think you've had too much to drink."
"No," she replied huskily, "I've had just enough." And she kissed him.
Tenchi didn't fight, partially because he knew that Sasami was far stronger than she looked - something she had in common with her mother Misaki, and partially because he didn't want to fight. Sasami was a good kisser and kissing her was very pleasant.
"Ahem," said Washu from the door.
"Oh, not again!" Sasami said, letting Tenchi go. Tenchi stood and turned to face Washu.
"Hello, Washu," Tenchi said smiling.
"Hello yourself, Tenchi Masaki," Washu replied. "I just came in to see how you were doing with Sasami and - hey! - it looks like you're doing pretty well." She crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow, her expression wasn't quite disapproving, but Tenchi definitely felt she wasn't happy with what she'd found.
"Oh, Washu," Sasami giggled from the bed. "Don't blame Tenchi. I kissed him."
"I know," Washu said with a somewhat disapproving tone. "And if you don't cut it out Sasami you're going to confuse the poor boy. Isn't that right, Tenchi?"
"Uh, I guess so Washu."
"Well, I'm not confused, Washu," Sasami said.
"Tenchi, since Sasami is awake right now, why don't you excuse us and I'll get her undressed and tucked in, okay?
"Sure, Washu," Tenchi said. "Good night, Sasami."
"Good night, Tenchi," she replied.
Washu waited until the door closed behind Tenchi. "Sasami," she said.
"Yes, Washu?"
"What is it with you and Tenchi?" Washu asked.
Sasami thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know. But I've been thinking about him a lot. I really like him."
"Do you really like him, or does Tsunami really like him?"
"Well, Tsunami does like him, but I don't think I like him because of Tsunami, if that's what you mean. I like him because I like him; because he's Tenchi. I guess I really always have liked him, I just never realized it before."
"And it's not Tsunami?"
"Oh, no! Tsunami likes to point out how cute he is, but she doesn't try to make me feel anything. I don't think she could, anyway."
"You never seemed interested in him before. Why the change?"
"I don't know," Sasami said. "Maybe it's because I know Ayeka isn't interested in him any more. I don't know. But all of a sudden he sure is cute."
"What about Ryoko?" Washu said gently. "You know that she's been in love with Tenchi for all of his life."
Sasami put a hand to her forehead, trying to concentrate through the alcohol. "Oh, Ryoko," she said. "That's so sad. I want her to be happy, but I want to be happy too. I just don't know, Washu."
"Love and relationships are very powerful things, Sasami. Feelings can hurt you more than any weapon." Washu's expression became vaguely suspicious. "Sasami, did Funaho and Misaki talk to you about Tenchi?"
"About Tenchi?" Sasami said, yawning. "No, Washu, why?"
"Oh, no reason," Washu shrugged. "But do you understand what I'm saying?"
Washu got no answer; Sasami had fallen asleep. Washu sighed and pulled off Sasami's clothes and pulled the blankets back up over her shoulders. Sasami rolled onto her side and mumbled, "Tenchi," in her sleep and smiled. Washu frowned.
"What are you two thinking? Or is it you three?" she said to herself. "Damn it!" she hissed in frustration.
"Washu?" Ayeka put her head in the door. "Is Sasami all right? Are you coming back out?"
Washu turned and smiled, "Oh yes, all done here." And she stepped out of Sasami's room, pulling the door shut behind her.
Space was always beautiful.
Ryoko loved space and the freedom of movement it gave her. She sat in the command chair on Ryo-Ohki's bridge and watched the stars streak past. In times past she had struggled to think of nothing. Now her thoughts were on those who were most important to her.
She realized that she missed them already.
"Crap. Not good, Ryoko," she said to herself. "So much for the devil- may-care rogue of the space ways."
"Miya!" Ryo-Ohki interjected.
"You can shut the hell up," Ryoko said grumpily. "How do you know I was lonely?"
"Meow miya," was the reply.
"Yeah, yeah, I know: the link. Okay, so I wasn't as devil-may-care as I wanted to be." Ryoko slumped in her chair, staring into the crystal Ryo- Ohki had floated in front of her. "Oh, Ryo-Ohki... It really hurts not to have them around, you know?"
"Miya."
"I know we can go back any time, but that whole 'attack on Jurai' thing really bothers me."
"Mew."
"Yeah, I know it bothers you too."
"Miya miya."
Ryoko sighed. "I know they waived the debt and we got an official pardon and everyone forgave me, but I still don't feel like that makes up for it. I feel like I owe them."
"Miya?"
"How can I pay them back? I don't know... By doing something to help them somehow?"
"Miya! Meow meow miya!"
"Hey! That's a great idea! Let's get going!"
A few hours later, they were in the region where Ayeka and Ryu-Oh had been ambushed. "Start sniffing," Ryoko said. Ryo-Ohki began moving slowly, her senses casting here and there, looking for something that might be used to track down Ayeka's attackers. It was a slow and tedious process, but neither minded; Ryo-Ohki was happy to help and Ryoko needing the time to herself.
It was hours later when Ryo-Ohki began crying in excitement. She brought up a display for Ryoko showing a medium-sized piece of metal spinning slowly through space. "That looks like an access hatch cover," Ryoko said. "Bring it aboard."
In a moment, Ryo-Ohki had transported the piece onto the command deck. It sat there, heat scarred and twisted. "Nothing special about it, really," Ryoko said. "Is this enough for you?"
Ryo-Ohki miya'd her reassurance and several control crystals hovered around the piece, analyzing it. After a moment, the crystals floated off and Ryo-Ohki announced she was ready to go.
"Okay then, go," Ryoko said.
The entire group watched intently as the enormous ship descended toward them. It stopped above the landing pad and hung suspended, an island of wood in the sky. Tendrils of power reached down and gently clasped Ryu- Oh's life pod, pulling it aboard where it was clamped firmly into place next to Kinpa.
Funaho and Misaki turned and faced the group. "Goodbye children, Washu," Funaho said. "Have a good trip and keep in touch."
Misaki said goodbye to each of them in turn, hugging Ayeka and Sasami. "Now, you two be good," she said with a look that meant she was talking about men.
"Oh, mother," Ayeka said, "I will."
Sasami made the briefest of glances toward Tenchi. "I-" she started. She looked at Misaki; who's expression was now stern. "Yes mother," Sasami said, dropping her head.
"That's my girl!" Misaki said, patting Sasami and the head.
Funaho and Misaki stepped back and a transport beam took the group up into the tug for the trip to Ryuten.
"What do you think, sis?" Misaki asked Funaho.
"Ayeka or Sasami?" Funaho asked in return.
"Both," Misaki said, smiling.
"Hmm... Ayeka is showing some interest in our dashing young captain. But, I don't know that there's enough there to be counting grandchildren just yet."
"Agreed!" Misaki said with a laugh. "Do you like him?"
"He's a fine young man and a very capable officer. The Intelligence checks turned up absolutely nothing unusual. He's from a good family with loose ties to the royal line. Since Yosho has clearly removed himself from the picture, at this point he may be the best we can hope for."
Misaki nodded. "And..?"
Funaho smiled. "And I like him," she said.
Misaki returned the smile. "Me, too. And Sasami?"
Funaho sighed. "Sasami. Well, she's another situation entirely."
Misaki nodded gravely. "Is it a crush? Something that she'll be over in weeks or months?"
"I don't know and only time will tell," Funaho said. "But I don't think we should take any chances. Do you?"
Misaki shook her head. "No. We can't. Not this time."
Once they were aboard the tug, Ayeka and Pakma made sure the life pods of their trees were secure and the group settled in for the trip to Ryuten, home planet of Nomori Takebe, the Royal Wood Sculptor and the only other world on which the trees would grow.
They arrived in good time and settled into orbit around the verdant world. Ryuten, like Jurai, was a green world with few large bodies of open water. Beneath the white clouds and between the frozen poles stretched forests, endless seas of trees.
The tug descended over one of the royal shipyards, depositing the life pods and all of them before returning to space and then on to Jurai. Its task was done; the next time Ryu-Oh and Kinpa saw space it would be under their own power.
They were met at the yard by Nomori Takebe, the Royal Tree Sculptor. He was a powerfully built man with blunt features, a heavy beard and a thick head of hair that hung long over his eyes. The group went to him and he greeted them warmly.
"It's good to see you all!" he said. "I'm just sorry that Asahi and Goghei weren't here too. You must be Captain Pakma." He and Pakma exchanged respectful bows.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sculptor Takebe," Pakma said.
"The pleasure is mine, captain. It's always a treat to see a new tree take flight. So, young Tenchi," Takebe said, turning his attention, "I understand that you are quite the natural naval architect."
"Well, not natural; I'm a structural architect with training in design and engineering. I had good teachers and my dad is an architect, too, so I guess it rubbed off," Tenchi said, shrugging modestly.
"Tenchi!" Sasami said, stepping up and taking his arm. "Don't underestimate yourself! He's a genius, Nomori! Everybody says so." Tenchi smiled in mild embarrassment.
"Hello, Sasami!" Takebe said, smiling. "Got yourself a new hobby, I see!" Sasami smiled as well, her cheeks coloring, and she glanced at Tenchi; Tenchi looked surprised. "She's right though, Tenchi: you have a great talent, however you got it. I received the redesign for Ryu-Oh and the design for Kinpa and they're beautiful and efficient. They'll be a pleasure to carve."
"Sculptor Takebe?" Pakma said. "'A pleasure to carve'? I was under the impression that Kinpa's hull would be carved by machine."
Takebe chuckled. "You and Kinpa are in luck, captain. I have an apprentice who is ready to carve a hull in order to complete his schooling. Kinpa will receive a hull carved at the hands of a budding master under the watchful eye of myself or Tatetsuki, my First Assistant."
"So," Takebe said, clapping his hands together, "if you want to gather your things, I've got room for everyone at my home; unless you have other plans?"
"Where else would we stay," Ayeka asked, "but in the home of a dear friend? Of course we will stay with you."
"Good!" Takebe said. "Once you're settled, we'll come back here and get started. I have some excellent trees set aside for your inspection, and I'd like you to meet my apprentice."
"Now, Yona, are you ready?" Tatetsuki asked.
Yona, the apprentice, nodded. He was a well-muscled man, just in the full bloom of mature manhood. His dark hair was braided and ran down his back nearly to his waist; his dark eyes burned with intensity and intelligence. He was wearing the Tree Sculptor's traditional robes; the long sword that was the tool of his art was tucked in his sash.
Yona and Tatetsuki stood atop the enormous tree trunk that would soon be Kinpa's hull. It lay on its side in the cavernous carving loft, surrounded by scaffolding. The group watched from nearby.
The design work had gone easily and quickly, Tenchi's natural ability showing through. While Royal Sculptor Takebe began work on Ryu-Oh's hull, Tenchi had designed a breathtaking hull for Kinpa; consulting with Sculptor Tatetsuki and a naval architect. The design was ready almost as soon as the tree was picked and placed in the carving loft.
"Good," Tatetsuki said. "In that case I will join the others." He clapped the apprentice on the shoulder and climbed down.
"This is very exciting!" Mihoshi said as Tatetsuki joined them. "What's he doing now?"
Yona had knelt, sitting on his heels. His hands were on his waist, his sword laying in front of him. "He's feeling the spirit of the tree. He will use his chi to find the best place to cut."
"His chi?" Mihoshi asked.
"Chi is spiritual energy, Mihoshi," Tenchi explained.
"Yes, Lord Tenchi, as a warrior, you use your chi to strike with power," Tatetsuki said. "As tree sculptors, we use our chi to feel the energy channels in the wood. The hull is best carved in a way that allows chi to flow freely."
"Do the machines sense chi as well, Sculptor Tatetsuki?" Pakma asked.
"No, captain, they do not. However, the Third Generation trees do not require as much of a free-flow of chi as the First and Second Generations."
"Will Kinpa gain anything by having better chi flow in her hull?" Pakma asked.
Tatetsuki shrugged. "I don't know, captain; I'm only a sculptor. That is a question best left for others. However, based on my understanding and experience, I would not think so. Unless she is an exceptionally powerful Third Generation tree, her energy output won't be enough to really tell the difference between a hand-carved and machine-carved hull."
Pakma nodded silently, seemingly unhappy.
"Captain, I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean any insult to Kinpa," Tatetsuki said.
Pakma looked at him, then shook his head and smiled. "No, Sculptor Tatetsuki; you were just telling the truth. There was no reason for me to be offended. You have my apologies."
Tatetsuki nodded in return and smiled. "No need for an apology, captain. I've worked on enough new hulls to know how you new captains are."
"What's he doing now?" Mihoshi asked.
Everyone looked. Yona had stood, returning his sword to his sash. He gripped the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other. He remained poised, the dynamic tension and energy in the air palpable. "Yes," Tatetsuki said, closing his eyes briefly. "He has concentrated his chi very well. He is going to be an excellent Sculptor and a credit to the Hou School."
Then, Yona drew his sword in a smooth motion, holding it before him and grasping it with both hands. With a shout that echoed throughout the carving room, he leaped into the air and slashed powerfully at the trunk as he descended. There was a flash of power as Yona's chi energy channeled through his sword and into the wood.
An instant later, Yona again stood atop the seemingly unchanged tree, panting lightly, his sword down and behind him where his clean and smooth follow-through had brought it. For a moment, nothing happened. Then there was a creaking noise which quickly became a loud groan as an enormous section of the trunk fell away and crashed to the floor, many meters below.
"Magnificent!" Tatetsuki breathed. "He may be the finest student the Hou School has ever produced. He may one day surpass the Master." He turned to Pakma, "Captain, you and Kinpa have received a rare gift; to have your hull carved by one such as young Yona."
"Tenchi!" Sasami yelled. Everyone turned at the shout to find Tenchi unconscious on the floor.