Planting the Seeds of Family

Chapter 11

The next day, the small group of people set out from the Elector, more than Yondu intended but he knew their presence wouldn't be too much of an intrusion of his private family time.

Proctom had been sedated for the journey, and his medical records had been sent to the medics on the Warlords planet, along with Omevic's details. It was surreal that they were taking an interest, but for Iztel he was there to see what they could do and ensure that Proctom would get better. It was no question of leaving Iztel behind, Proctom and Iztel seemed to be becoming a unit to themselves.

Omevic had noticed that Jamsean and Gunnsen had seen them off, and had looked relieved when Omevic had walked onto the M-Ship but gave a casual farewell to the boy, who now just grew tenser.

Peter was just happy to get off the ship and have a new adventure, but Omevic just withdrew more into himself, he had no idea what was going on. All he had been told was he was going off the ship, and wondering if Master Yondu would sell him to a new one. Once again, a reminder of how he had screwed up, but, Yarovesky was also there since Yondu and Kraglin had made the decision to bring him in case there were more questions that required answering.

Omevic just sat in silence, watching as the planet drew closer, he wondered if he would get a new Master, Omevic knew he had screwed up and grew more afraid.

For Yondu and Kraglin It was amazing to the pair of them, the moment they had mentioned the situation to Tyorells, the Xandarian had leapt to action, and only a few hours later the Udonta family had been disturbed by a communication from Tyorells.

Instead of the Xandarian, they were greeted by the sight of two people, who courtesy of Peter and his drawing looked very familiar. Their hair was blond but streaked lighter, and they carried deep tans of their skin made from working all day outdoors.

Yondu liked this family immediately, they were no-nonsense and direct. Though he wouldn't voice that aloud, as both the Ravagers filled them into what they knew about Omevic, and yes, they were both interested in meeting him. This was progress, though no one was telling Omevic about it just yet, even with the tension.

Peter, however, was loving it and was practically racing around the consoles wanting to touch everything, and try everything, so in the end, Yondu grabbed him, plonked him in his lap, and let Peter hold the controls while he steered.

It was strange to the captain having so many of his crew with his, but he also knew it was essential and that all of them would piss off while he spent time with the Warlord and his family.

When the M-Ship landed in the hanger area, Lizxona and Tyorells were there to joined them, along with awaiting medics, who immediately took over on Proctom, who was still oblivious at this new location. With the sudden flurry of people who were lifting Proctom on a gurney and leading him away, followed by Iztel who though by opulence didn't even seem to notice or care.

They were also flacked with guards, who with a small bow carefully took the jewels Kraglin was holding in a bag for appraisal and cleaning, the actual job by Ravagers had done was completed and everyone could move on.

With that, the Warlord family and the Udonta greeted each other warmly, as Peter immediately begun hopping from one foot to the next begging to see Seroul.

Omevic sized up the men, who he thought would be his new masters. The taller one was clearly Darbian, the other Xandarian like him. Maybe they would be kind he wondered, as the taller man turned his attention to Omevic who involuntary tensed up.

"Ah so you must be Omevic, I've heard about you". The man said, and Omevic tried to find the words before replying in a clear voice. "Thank you, Master, I promise to be a good slave".

Everyone blinked for a moment and tried to take in that Omevic has said, true Yondu had informed them that he addressed as "Master", but what they hadn't realised was that he spoke Darbian clearly even though Lizxona had spoken to him in Xandarian, a language which everyone spoke.

"Your very much welcome, why don't you go for a walk. Our grounds are at your disposal" Lizxona relied in Darbian while the young boy just nodded, then Yondu reached into his coat and pulled out the item he had taken from Omevic's room that morning. "Here let that get some sun…or something like that".

Yondu told the boy, who took his plant now realising why Yondu had bought it. So, he would be here now, the new master was showing him his new place. And with almost shaking hand Omevic took his plant, and let Yarovesky lead him away.

Yarovesky, along with the rest was just kicking himself, while the rest of them just blinked, as they followed Lizxona and his family through the opulent mansion to where Seroul was.

"I can't believe we never even thought about if he could speak Darbian, it's where he's been for five years". Kraglin exclaimed, and the rest just agreed, it was stupid because it made so much sense. The bulk of his life he had been with his Darbian maters, it only made sense he was comfortable with the language while he spoke Xandarian in a broken voice, and before that, it was his slave years with the Kree. It was possible unlike the others he's never really been exposed to Xandarian at all.

"I better let the Ridel's know. At least they can make it easier for him". Lizxona said quickly sending a message, and the rest of them just decided to forget about it for a moment. They were there for the boys to catch up and finally have some fun and forget about everything for a while.

Walking through the lush gardens they finally came to the pool, where little Seroul was sitting with his, Yondu assumed carer, who gave a polite bow and let the family alone while Seroul and Peter hugged each other warmly.

"Now you're here we can go swimming" four-year-old Seroul declared who was already in his trunks and a tunic top, declared, and Peter had seen the water and begun to strip his clothes off immediately. But Kraglin grabbed his hand, "No baby you have to change first". He stated, and Tyorells replied. "There's some trunks in the chasing room for you, well all of you, if you want to come in the eater too".

"I'm nor swimming", Yondu stated more aggressive than he intended, while Lizxona followed with just as sharply., "Neither am I".

The two Xandarians expected this, and Kraglin took Peter off to get changed, who was almost giddy with excitement, as Kraglin also changed into trunks, with his scars on display even though most Ravagers bragged about them.

Kraglin was initially concerned that they would be mentioned as taking his happy toddler by the hand he stepped out but instead didn't even get a comment from the rest of the adults, and Tyorells and Kraglin took their sons into the water and Pete, and Seroul began to splash and kick happily which was infectious. Soon both families just relaxed and enjoyed it, and Kraglin and Tyorells tried to teach their sons to swim, while Yondu and Lizxona just chatted between themselves.

While the Udonta family were making themselves feel better, Yarovesky and Omevic were just walking in the gardens. Yarovesky just observed the eight-year-old, who still clutching his precious plant looked like he wanted to run between the tall flowers and grass, a look on utter euphoria in his face, which only a few days ago, would have seemed impossible. Omevic went to every flower to smell it, something with could have annoyed anyone who didn't know the reason why, but all Yarovesky did was let Omevic explore at his own pace.

For Omevic, this was as close to heaven as he came across acres and acres of flowers and colour, all mixed but also organised, he had the desire to take off his shoe's and run through the sweet-smelling grass, but he had to be obedient, and maybe his new Master wouldn't like that.

He also wondered if the tall man would be his new master and that was why he had been brought today, it was something that confused the young boy, or perhaps master knew he liked gardens and wanted to show him to encourage him to be a good slave. He knew some slaves were rewarded, even though no one had ever rewarded him with anything other than a beating for being a bad slave.

Walking next to Yarovesky who wasn't talking. Just letting Omevic enjoy the scents and sensations around him, Omevic was taken aback for a moment, when he saw the group kneeling on the ground planting bulbs into the soil.

For a split second, Omevic wanted to run away, fearful at having intruded on their land, but instead, one of them, an older man looked up at them, and casually got to his feet.

"Ah visitors" he addressed the pair, and on instinct Omevic moved against Yarovesky, in fear, expecting to be scolded or yelled it, but instead the man smiled gently as the pretty lady he was with got to his feet.

"Hi, I'm Emau Ridel, and this is my husband Antoni, our boys are all over there". She spoke in Darbian, gestured to the group of boys, the youngest who gave the group a smile and a wave, and Omevic noticed they all had the same blonde hair, and they looked tanned and remembered who he was.

"My name is Omevic", his voice was no more significant than a whisper, and he couldn't help that, but he responded in her language, revealing he knew more words in his old master's language than he ever knew in his own.

"Well Omevic, that's a nice plant you have there, may I have a closer look". She enquired as Omevic nodded and let the lady take a look at it. "well that's rare, that's a Xandarian black tipped orchid, and still hasn't bloomed…when it does, it's going to smell beautiful".

"When will it bloom?" Omevic was finding his voice, intrigued that his bulb would burst into glorious colour.

"In a few weeks, but it will be quicker if it's planted…do you know how to plant?" the lovely lady answered, and Omevic shook his head, and the lady's face lit up.

"You know Omevic, if you like we have to plant a few of these, they're so delicate we can't use the machinery, would you like to join us?"

Omevic looked at the group, there were three boys, all older than him and a man and a woman in the distance, they were all looking at him in curiosity, but looked friendly. He found himself nodding, as he let himself be led to the empty flower beds, and kneeling down they begin to instruct him at how to take care of a garden, with Yarovesky just stood there like a spare part.

Yarovesky could tell that this was staged, the moment he had seen them. All Kraglin and Yondu had told him was there was a potential family, for Omevic, but he couldn't let the boy know. Make him think it was natural as not to put pressure on him. All Kraglin would say was that they seemed nice and he was right about that.

After a few minutes, with Omevic still being assessed, Yarovesky cleared his throat. "Omevic, Yondu wants me back, are you good here". He lied casually, to the eight-year-old and the lady spoke up.

"He'll be fine with us, won't you Omevic?", And Omevic just looked up at the Ravager and nodded, coming to release that maybe he would be the family's new slave, but Yarovesky noticed the look of grit in the woman's eye. If Yarovesky had ever had a mother, he would have recognised it as maternal, but he was oblivious to all that.

Yarovesky knew what she was thinking, he was a Ravager, and his face betrayed that. He'd spent years crafting out his criminal identity, being calm, collected and on missions bloody ferocious, and he and she knew that. But let her judge her, let the galaxy, as long as Omevic got what he deserved, and better.

But stepping away back to the main house, Yarovesky ran a hand through his black hair and walked as fast as he could and away from the eight-year-old whose life he had ruined he just hoped that this would work and that finally, his conscience would be clear.

To be continued and concluded. Yes, I mean it x

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