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Things changed quickly with the huge vessel breaking the atmosphere and landing next to Max's little one. The security detail that spewed form it were clearly humanoid but their clothing and manner showed a strong animosity to anyone not Boeshanninan. I took Jack some arguing and arm flapping to get them to stand down and stop harassing their friends.

Max ran out of battery power in his camera and ran for more as Ianto calmly let their visitors in.

At first they were a bit standoffish bit one of them those in charge reached out across the table to touch Ianto and found his arm seized, clamped and the pain intense as Ianto let his full strength stop the movement. Everyone froze actually. His son was inside his housecoat on his lap asleep and he did NOT want that touch. Of course, the action paired with those stormy eyes rising for the table cloth to lock into startled lilac ones… made it end game.

When his medallion fell from his shirt as he leaned forward to make eye contract…. They all visibly jumped.

"Highness" the man said, pulling back "My apologies for entering your personal space."

"Noted" Ianto said sternly "I know there are protocols now but the first and foremost thing I need to stress is that this area… this entire area is mine. MY land."

"Your planet actually, Highness" the man nodded while rubbing his wrist "We will protect and serve."

Ianto was satisfied with that answer, looking at Jack who had entered the kitchen with a transmitter in his hand and a look of importance "Right. John got hold of some... so did I. In about… three hours there will be five more from our old unit in the area fully loaded and ready to dance."

Ianto nodded, the thought of some of Jack's squad here with weapons on max was not something he thought they would need but... it pays to be ready.

Ianto knew the Hunt was over… but he also knew that the real job was just beginning as he watched Jack try and steer some out of the room while John stood in the doorway openly arguing with someone on another transmitter.

"I need time alone" Ianto declared suddenly, rising from his chair with his baby gathered in his arms as those visiting looked on with shock "My child is tired."

After everyone left and it was just his family, he looked over at Jack "What now?"

"Too late to run off-world?" John asked from their left.

"I want… no… I need some security here" Ianto said softly "The Hunt is over. The madness… that is far from gone and until the public knows all the facts the fake news machine is going to run rampant and Max might need to release his dogs for awhile."

"Can we release ours too? They promised to make the bugletts stay inside this time" John said as he rose to go do a grid search, making sure there were not accidently left out landmines or something, no doubt while planting some.

"I will go with him" Owen left the room too.

Jack watched his husband as he stood rubbing their child's back and staring at the papers left for him to sign. He knew what they were. Ownership deeds. Holy hell. Ianto was about to become the king of this planet… and Jack… shit. King regent?

After years of having no monarchy since the Windsor Strain was massacred in the Great Wars… things were about to get…. Organized.

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The Boeshanninan Contingent worked the Television news channels globally like they had last time with the animated avatars speaking in their weird voices that were great CGI since really… they did ot exist. As per expectations, there were naysayers and chaos theories about, then came the lizard people talk and then some said the Hunt never existed at all and the government were simply killing peolpe under the guise of Hunt accidents… real madness.

They lay low.

The world turned.

Then Ianto let the Boeshanninan Delegate step forward to claim the planet and explain that they were already here, the Hunt had been a rouse by their enemies from their own Great War, to try to kill their royal family here in hiding… blah, blah, blah… you know how it goes… still… they lay low.

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It was a lovely peaceful night.

Ianto sat on the back porch watching the world turn out there in the darkness beyond the field that was being patrolled by the bugs, the occasional shift in the grass the only indicator that they were there.

But the world had changed.

IT would ever be the same, not this world.

The world of the one called Hunter.

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And so I end this segment. Thanks for reading. xxxx