CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The news of Randall Clone's death was greeting with the usual non-emotional Dominant response. However, there were other matters. "We will put a notice to find Kevin," said Roderick, "and then we will discuss the Peace ones."
"Why is that important?" asked Tom, "My mate needs protection."
"She will have some."
At that moment, Tom saw a familiar figure. "It's Ed Tate and he has Marcus with him."
"Good," said Roderick, "I have an idea. Our infiltration into the humans is going quite well among those of our ancestors, but Marcus has part of the African ancestry in him."
"Are you planning to make African American Dominants?" asked Sloan.
"No," said Tom, "but Marcus is what you would call an Octoroon. His human ancestors come from Wales and Jamaica. He also has children. If one of them were to mate with an Octoroon, that would start the seed in that direction. It has nothing to do with what you call racial cooperation, but survival."
"The danger is your history with these section of your species," said Roderick, "The Council has discipline Marcus on his rash action."
"Joining the Peace ones?" asked Ed who heard almost everything.
"Not that," said Tom, "Identifying with those descended from their enslaved brethren. We do not want a division among our Species. We already fight over dominance, as it is. His statement referring to him being of that particular group would cause one Dominant sector being less than another. Even when one of our Species is enslaved because of excess debt, we do not do it to a particular group. That is why we must proceed with caution. The children of those will have the same fights as all Dominants and their predominance will be on ability not on shade."
"Don't you need all the Council here for this decision?" asked Sloan.
She need not have bothered for Roderick had already put out the signal.
They came in trucks, cars, and on planes, disguised as business travelers, farmers, and tourists. There were not that many and among them from the East came the Advocate who would put these all together into the Dominant Book that had no name for it as of yet although there were several suggestions, the most prominent being, "Laws and Edicts of the New Species," "The Diaspora Our Species History" or "We Will Rule in the Kingdom of Man," all which met with a veto from Lambourni. So until a proper name came up, it was known as the Dominant Book.
For The Chosen's and his mate's safety, they decided to hold their Council in the same section where Paul and Roderick conducted those tests and as Tom was the Chosen he had to go along. His word would be the final say.
Since Sloan was married to Tom, and was expecting, she went along as well. Roderick was reluctant to have Ed along, and Attwood was a definite no-no as was Ray since the Council would indirectly affect him.
"I'll conduct the juvenile authorities," said Ray, "and see if anyone spotted this Kevin."
"NIS has arrested one of the men responsible for the deaths of two Navy able bodied seamen and the injuries sustained by Carl Geronti, so I have to go to Quantico for the Court Martial," said Attwood.
"You must have been quite young."
"Geronti was not the only one who lied about his age," said Walter, "I should be back in a week. Now that both sides are willing to talk, I don't have to worry about them killing us and us killing them."
Roderick handed him Kevin's photograph. "Be sure to put this on your dangerous youth network. He's what you would call, persona non grata among the New Species."
They all knew what he meant. Kevin's identification as one of the New Species would be known to all', not just a select few.
And so, the rest drove to the secret location, after making sure that no airplane flew overhead.
They set up the meeting in a cave, which did not surprise Sloan. As the honored mate of the Chosen, she sat in a special chair besides her husband.
The Councilors came in the cave one at a time. You might say two at a time or one at a time because the mates of the Councilors were included. However, this was not to do with the amount of time a Dominant female remains under the tutelage of an older one or the household so it did not matter if the women were here or not. In Dominant society, they listened to their females who would put a perspective on whether to save captive Sapien females since this meant that they would have someone under foot.
Tom introduced the Councilors as they came in. Sloan knew Roderick, head of the Extermination Program and Paul, the head of the Chameleons, and then there was Lewis, head of the Mentors. He smiled a bit at her, acknowledging that he now accepted her into the Dominant community.
"There doesn't seem to be all of them," said Sloan.
"Roderick is also head of the Propaganda program until we find the survivors of the Lost Ships. That man is Gregory, head of the Co-operation program. He also heads the Medicals until we have the other one from the Lost Ships. Over there, the one with the brown hair and the white jacket and pants with the loud tie is Eliot, head of the Financial Distribution program."
They all seemed to be around forty years old, but Sloan knew the Dominants aged slower than Sapiens as the former called Humans or Homo Sapiens. She was astonished that the Dominants used short cuts, probably something they inherited from their ancestors.
She stared at the auburn haired man whose hair brushed his shoulders. He was handsome, medium tall, and handsome, the kind of men that women swooned over. Well that did not matter to Sloan who felt Tom was the handsomest man in the world, but this other man would come a close second. There was a certain quirk in his eyes, but the stranger seemed to keep it under control.
"Antonio Lambourni, head of the Advocate Program," said Tom, "he comes alone without his mate. She works in the Twin Towers."
"A human?"
"No. Rumor is that he is descended from the Lost Ships. One of the Dominants sent to infiltrate New York found him as a boy and knew his true potential. The first head of the Advocate Program, Arthur, died in the Diaspora. The Dominants arranged his union with his mate. She's part Russian."
"Lambourni is a Raised," added Roderick and explained the term to Sloan.
"Do you mean his parents were slaves?" she asked.
"One or both. We know he is a Dominant because we sense each other. We know he is not from Mexico, because his Dominant DNA does not match ours here. We did record the Gerona and Geronti DNAs. They have the—for want of a better designation—the alien factor. So Lambourni is a descendant of the Lost Ship."
"So how did you know one of his parents were captives?"
"I received a report from our infiltrators. They found out that a certain cabal captured most of the Dominants in the Eastern United States and the examination of the Damaged Dominants affirmed this. We can only conclude until further evidence, that the majority of those in the Lost Ships are dead and any survivors are few "
"But what if he was born free?"
"He is a Progeny. An organization that would enslave our species would have no qualms of enslaving its own. We also have a rule in the Dominant Book that you are considered the child of your natural parents unless you are adopted by the legal rules of our Species and yours. Lambourni was adopted by what you call a black market baby adoption. In ours more than yours, that is illegal. Therefore he is still considered an offspring of his natural parents."
´It takes quite a time to go through all the rules and examples in the Dominant Book."
"Do not worry. It has changed and evolved since its conception. Now the Council has begun!"
Every Councilor took turns at leading the Council. For now, it was Lewis's turn. He saw Sloan but showed no noticed of recognition or surprise.
A small boy brought in the Dominant symbol, a small replica of the original column and one of the Dominants lifted him up so he could put it on the table. Hew He then went over to the side and sat down along with another boy.
"Whose he?" whispered Sloan.
"I think they call him Pablo. Roderick saved him when he killed some human captives. He's going to make him his driver when he's old enough. I heard also that Roderick has a grand daughter about his age. He'll be her Favorite if Roderick does not arranging his joining with a non free Dominant or Sapien of the right training. Now you had better listen."
"Are we all present? All Councilors?" asked Lewis.
"Yes, I Roderick, head of the Extermination and Propoganda Program."
"Yes, I Paul, head of the Chameleon Program!"
And so it went each Councilor announcing himself to the head.
"Now, let the assembly begin! We will Rule in the Kingdom of Man!"
After the Councilors all said their motto, the meeting began.
"Marcus come forth1"
He faced them.
"The Council has decided that in spite of your indiscretion in helping the humans prematurely and without our approval, you will no longer be censored. You identifying with those humans of dark coloring as your brothers is a crime against the New Species. As you know, we do not wish the identification of division so prevalent, nor do we wish to mate with those of dark coloring to prove our, er, tolerance. However, we have decided that you have two daughters, Lydia, and Maria who are of mating age and whose first mates were killed by the humans As they have already produced offspring for the new species, you will arrange their union with suitable Octoroon homo sapiens on the Jamaican island of your ancestor." With that Lewis handing Marcus a small octagon- shaped device that fit into the palm of his hand. "This will ensure the appropriate mixture. In time, perhaps we will arrange a union with one of a darker coloring, but only at a time when such difference in shade is not noticeable."
"I am honored, but I am not in the Chameleon program. I am a Medical."
"I didn't know he was a Medical," whispered Sloan to Tom.
"Medicals include not only doctors or nurses, but research scientists into diseases. Our Species are stronger than yours. The only common factor in diseases is the Spanish Flu. For that reason, we are trying to find out any illnesses other than gun shot wounds, susceptible to us."
"Do you mean that someone who has a four minute warning? And what do you mean the right training?"
"Yes. Right training? Academic education, skilled in a craft is the correct training, literacy. Now just be quiet while the Council finishes its ruling." . Marcus was to make sure that his daughters married a suitable human of theirs or their father's coloring and ancestry. However, if he tried to marry them to someone of darker countenance, the Council could kill the offspring.
"Innocent babies?"
"We have that right and Marcus may be executed. It also applies to those of the Amerindian strain. Right now the Council is looking into that end as one of the Dominants has a Favorite who is also Mexican, of part Spanish and Aztec descent. They already have offspring. However, their mates are living and the Council does not want to risk putting the men in a dangerous position just to kill them so their widows can unite with a suitable Mexican human."
Marcus agreed to the terms which included arranging the marriage or union between someone of the upper strata in Jamaican society. The Advocate put all this on a sheet of paper and waited until another Dominant brought in a machine.
Quickly the Advocate put this in the machine and pressed a few indentations. In less than a minute, the new version of the Dominant Book shot out which he handed to each of the other Councilors who said each in turn, "The Executioners Accept This!"
"The Propogandists Accept This!" , "The Chameleon's Accept This!" , until Lambouni concluded with, "The Advocates Accept This! Let this be known to the New Species, that the official record of our laws, tenets, culture, and history be acknowledged, that each Councilor shall receive a copy, that it be placed in each group, that it be given to each head, and that it be given to the Mentors for the edification of us all! May we rule in the Kingdom of Man!"
The Councilor's rose and repeated the motto, "May we rule in the Kingdom of Man!"
They then left as quickly as they returned. Tom and Sloan to their house, the Executioner with little Pablo to Los Angeles, the one in charge of the Co-operation program back to Brownsville, Texas, everyone of them disappeared so that the desert was as if no man had been there and the only sounds one heard were the rattlesnakes, lizards, and the window blowing throw the hills.
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.
.
.
The news of Randall Clone's death was greeting with the usual non-emotional Dominant response. However, there were other matters. "We will put a notice to find Kevin," said Roderick, "and then we will discuss the Peace ones."
"Why is that important?" asked Tom, "My mate needs protection."
"She will have some."
At that moment, Tom saw a familiar figure. "It's Ed Tate and he has Marcus with him."
"Good," said Roderick, "I have an idea. Our infiltration into the humans is going quite well among those of our ancestors, but Marcus has part of the African ancestry in him."
"Are you planning to make African American Dominants?" asked Sloan.
"No," said Tom, "but Marcus is what you would call an Octoroon. His human ancestors come from Wales and Jamaica. He also has children. If one of them were to mate with an Octoroon, that would start the seed in that direction. It has nothing to do with what you call racial cooperation, but survival."
"The danger is your history with these section of your species," said Roderick, "The Council has discipline Marcus on his rash action."
"Joining the Peace ones?" asked Ed who heard almost everything.
"Not that," said Tom, "Identifying with those descended from their enslaved brethren. We do not want a division among our Species. We already fight over dominance, as it is. His statement referring to him being of that particular group would cause one Dominant sector being less than another. Even when one of our Species is enslaved because of excess debt, we do not do it to a particular group. That is why we must proceed with caution. The children of those will have the same fights as all Dominants and their predominance will be on ability not on shade."
"Don't you need all the Council here for this decision?" asked Sloan.
She need not have bothered for Roderick had already put out the signal.
They came in trucks, cars, and on planes, disguised as business travelers, farmers, and tourists. There were not that many and among them from the East came the Advocate who would put these all together into the Dominant Book that had no name for it as of yet although there were several suggestions, the most prominent being, "Laws and Edicts of the New Species," "The Diaspora Our Species History" or "We Will Rule in the Kingdom of Man," all which met with a veto from Lambourni. So until a proper name came up, it was known as the Dominant Book.
For The Chosen's and his mate's safety, they decided to hold their Council in the same section where Paul and Roderick conducted those tests and as Tom was the Chosen he had to go along. His word would be the final say.
Since Sloan was married to Tom, and was expecting, she went along as well. Roderick was reluctant to have Ed along, and Attwood was a definite no-no as was Ray since the Council would indirectly affect him.
"I'll conduct the juvenile authorities," said Ray, "and see if anyone spotted this Kevin."
"NIS has arrested one of the men responsible for the deaths of two Navy able bodied seamen and the injuries sustained by Carl Geronti, so I have to go to Quantico for the Court Martial," said Attwood.
"You must have been quite young."
"Geronti was not the only one who lied about his age," said Walter, "I should be back in a week. Now that both sides are willing to talk, I don't have to worry about them killing us and us killing them."
Roderick handed him Kevin's photograph. "Be sure to put this on your dangerous youth network. He's what you would call, persona non grata among the New Species."
They all knew what he meant. Kevin's identification as one of the New Species would be known to all', not just a select few.
And so, the rest drove to the secret location, after making sure that no airplane flew overhead.
They set up the meeting in a cave, which did not surprise Sloan. As the honored mate of the Chosen, she sat in a special chair besides her husband.
The Councilors came in the cave one at a time. You might say two at a time or one at a time because the mates of the Councilors were included. However, this was not to do with the amount of time a Dominant female remains under the tutelage of an older one or the household so it did not matter if the women were here or not. In Dominant society, they listened to their females who would put a perspective on whether to save captive Sapien females since this meant that they would have someone under foot.
Tom introduced the Councilors as they came in. Sloan knew Roderick, head of the Extermination Program and Paul, the head of the Chameleons, and then there was Lewis, head of the Mentors. He smiled a bit at her, acknowledging that he now accepted her into the Dominant community.
"There doesn't seem to be all of them," said Sloan.
"Roderick is also head of the Propaganda program until we find the survivors of the Lost Ships. That man is Gregory, head of the Co-operation program. He also heads the Medicals until we have the other one from the Lost Ships. Over there, the one with the brown hair and the white jacket and pants with the loud tie is Eliot, head of the Financial Distribution program."
They all seemed to be around forty years old, but Sloan knew the Dominants aged slower than Sapiens as the former called Humans or Homo Sapiens. She was astonished that the Dominants used short cuts, probably something they inherited from their ancestors.
She stared at the auburn haired man whose hair brushed his shoulders. He was handsome, medium tall, and handsome, the kind of men that women swooned over. Well that did not matter to Sloan who felt Tom was the handsomest man in the world, but this other man would come a close second. There was a certain quirk in his eyes, but the stranger seemed to keep it under control.
"Antonio Lambourni, head of the Advocate Program," said Tom, "he comes alone without his mate. She works in the Twin Towers."
"A human?"
"No. Rumor is that he is descended from the Lost Ships. One of the Dominants sent to infiltrate New York found him as a boy and knew his true potential. The first head of the Advocate Program, Arthur, died in the Diaspora. The Dominants arranged his union with his mate. She's part Russian."
"Lambourni is a Raised," added Roderick and explained the term to Sloan.
"Do you mean his parents were slaves?" she asked.
"One or both. We know he is a Dominant because we sense each other. We know he is not from Mexico, because his Dominant DNA does not match ours here. We did record the Gerona and Geronti DNAs. They have the—for want of a better designation—the alien factor. So Lambourni is a descendant of the Lost Ship."
"So how did you know one of his parents were captives?"
"I received a report from our infiltrators. They found out that a certain cabal captured most of the Dominants in the Eastern United States and the examination of the Damaged Dominants affirmed this. We can only conclude until further evidence, that the majority of those in the Lost Ships are dead and any survivors are few "
"But what if he was born free?"
"He is a Progeny. An organization that would enslave our species would have no qualms of enslaving its own. We also have a rule in the Dominant Book that you are considered the child of your natural parents unless you are adopted by the legal rules of our Species and yours. Lambourni was adopted by what you call a black market baby adoption. In ours more than yours, that is illegal. Therefore he is still considered an offspring of his natural parents."
´It takes quite a time to go through all the rules and examples in the Dominant Book."
"Do not worry. It has changed and evolved since its conception. Now the Council has begun!"
Every Councilor took turns at leading the Council. For now, it was Lewis's turn. He saw Sloan but showed no noticed of recognition or surprise.
A small boy brought in the Dominant symbol, a small replica of the original column and one of the Dominants lifted him up so he could put it on the table. Hew He then went over to the side and sat down along with another boy.
"Whose he?" whispered Sloan.
"I think they call him Pablo. Roderick saved him when he killed some human captives. He's going to make him his driver when he's old enough. I heard also that Roderick has a grand daughter about his age. He'll be her Favorite if Roderick does not arranging his joining with a non free Dominant or Sapien of the right training. Now you had better listen."
"Are we all present? All Councilors?" asked Lewis.
"Yes, I Roderick, head of the Extermination and Propoganda Program."
"Yes, I Paul, head of the Chameleon Program!"
And so it went each Councilor announcing himself to the head.
"Now, let the assembly begin! We will Rule in the Kingdom of Man!"
After the Councilors all said their motto, the meeting began.
"Marcus come forth1"
He faced them.
"The Council has decided that in spite of your indiscretion in helping the humans prematurely and without our approval, you will no longer be censored. You identifying with those humans of dark coloring as your brothers is a crime against the New Species. As you know, we do not wish the identification of division so prevalent, nor do we wish to mate with those of dark coloring to prove our, er, tolerance. However, we have decided that you have two daughters, Lydia, and Maria who are of mating age and whose first mates were killed by the humans As they have already produced offspring for the new species, you will arrange their union with suitable Octoroon homo sapiens on the Jamaican island of your ancestor." With that Lewis handing Marcus a small octagon- shaped device that fit into the palm of his hand. "This will ensure the appropriate mixture. In time, perhaps we will arrange a union with one of a darker coloring, but only at a time when such difference in shade is not noticeable."
"I am honored, but I am not in the Chameleon program. I am a Medical."
"I didn't know he was a Medical," whispered Sloan to Tom.
"Medicals include not only doctors or nurses, but research scientists into diseases. Our Species are stronger than yours. The only common factor in diseases is the Spanish Flu. For that reason, we are trying to find out any illnesses other than gun shot wounds, susceptible to us."
"Do you mean that someone who has a four minute warning? And what do you mean the right training?"
"Yes. Right training? Academic education, skilled in a craft is the correct training, literacy. Now just be quiet while the Council finishes its ruling." . Marcus was to make sure that his daughters married a suitable human of theirs or their father's coloring and ancestry. However, if he tried to marry them to someone of darker countenance, the Council could kill the offspring.
"Innocent babies?"
"We have that right and Marcus may be executed. It also applies to those of the Amerindian strain. Right now the Council is looking into that end as one of the Dominants has a Favorite who is also Mexican, of part Spanish and Aztec descent. They already have offspring. However, their mates are living and the Council does not want to risk putting the men in a dangerous position just to kill them so their widows can unite with a suitable Mexican human."
Marcus agreed to the terms which included arranging the marriage or union between someone of the upper strata in Jamaican society. The Advocate put all this on a sheet of paper and waited until another Dominant brought in a machine.
Quickly the Advocate put this in the machine and pressed a few indentations. In less than a minute, the new version of the Dominant Book shot out which he handed to each of the other Councilors who said each in turn, "The Executioners Accept This!"
"The Propogandists Accept This!" , "The Chameleon's Accept This!" , until Lambouni concluded with, "The Advocates Accept This! Let this be known to the New Species, that the official record of our laws, tenets, culture, and history be acknowledged, that each Councilor shall receive a copy, that it be placed in each group, that it be given to each head, and that it be given to the Mentors for the edification of us all! May we rule in the Kingdom of Man!"
The Councilor's rose and repeated the motto, "May we rule in the Kingdom of Man!"
They then left as quickly as they returned. Tom and Sloan to their house, the Executioner with little Pablo to Los Angeles, the one in charge of the Co-operation program back to Brownsville, Texas, everyone of them disappeared so that the desert was as if no man had been there and the only sounds one heard were the rattlesnakes, lizards, and the window blowing throw the hills.
.
.
.
.
.