Previously:
Private Residence of Mary Crawley, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, June 2199
She tilted her head and kissed him lightly. "Good night. Happy birthday, Kemal."
"It's technically past my birthday now," he shrugged.
"Ah, well, happy belated birthday, then," she giggled, swaying slightly as she stepped over the threshold.
"Thank you," he chuckled.
She gave him a smile before closing the door.
Her suite was dark, almost all the lights turned off according to her preferred settings for this time of the evening. She kicked off her shoes gratefully and made her way down the hall to the bedroom.
Removing her evening gown was a bit of a chore, particularly in the dim lights of the bathroom, but she managed it, leaving it draped over a chair to be dealt with in the morning. Smiling at herself in the mirror, she removed the diamond headband and set it aside, shaking her hair out gratefully. The earrings and bracelet came next, but when she went to remove the choker, she found she couldn't catch the tiny snap on the back of her neck.
"Bother," she muttered, sighing as she decided to let the attendants assist her later with it.
She wandered out of the bathroom and across to her bed, slipping beneath the covers, the linens soft and cool against her naked skin. Closing her eyes, she drifted off immediately, the last thought before darkness swept her up was the feel of Kemal's hands on her hips and his body pressed to hers as they danced.
Chapter 16:
Euphrates Lounge, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, June 2199
Anna glanced around as she was led down the long hallway. Tall windows stretched to the ceiling on one side, showing off a fantastic view of the New Byzantium Parliament buildings and the river beyond. The opposite wall was lined with bookshelves that rose just as high, row upon row of large volumes standing neatly side-by-side.
"They're the government archives," the hostess advised her, smiling as they went. "It's mainly just for show, of course. We don't use paper, however it blends well with the theme here."
"Which is?" Anna asked, keeping in step with the taller woman.
"Always honouring our heritage," the hostess nodded.
Anna looked back out to the skyline. It was peculiar that Mary had suggested this place for their usual lunch meeting. Normally they went out into the city and tried to find some hidden gem, a small place where they wouldn't be harassed by paparazzi or accompanied by Kemal's entourage. This place, while exclusive, was the domain of government officials and power brokers. It was far more formal than what they were used to.
The click of the hostess' high heels rang out through the hallway as they went. Her colourful dress and gold jewellery made Anna feel rather drab in her uniform by comparison. It was also a startling contrast to what the British officer was expecting from a private government lounge. Was this a place for working lunches or afternoon escapes?
They passed two imposing security drones guarding the entrance and she received her answer.
The lounge was a cavernous chamber with a domed roof that seemed at least two storeys high. The tables were low to the floor and surrounded by cushions rather than chairs. There was a fragrant scent in the air, a mix of floral, citrus and spice that made Anna blink in surprise. The hostess led her past groups of men and women dressed in expensive clothes eating, drinking, laughing and debating and over to a raised platform near the far wall. Mary was seated elegantly with her legs tucked beneath her. Her pantsuit was a dark red, the blazer covering a scooped neck blouse that swept down across her chest. Her Royal Navy badge was pinned to one shoulder, the insignia and rank being the only indication that she was a British Royal Navy Captain and not another well-dressed government official dining here.
She smiled and nodded when Anna arrived.
"You made it," Mary said cheerfully.
"It was a bit of a trek," Anna replied glancing around as the hostess departed. "What is this place?"
"It's the government club, or one of them," Mary replied, waving a server over who immediately poured their tea as Anna shifted back and forth to get comfortable on the cushions. "The food here is fantastic, and the drinks are quite exotic."
"You've been before?" Anna asked, taking a sip of her tea. She licked her lips slightly at the strong bitter taste.
"I've eaten here with Kemal a few times," Mary confirmed. "It's nice to be somewhere that is entirely free of the media for a change."
"Likely not free of surveillance, though," Anna noted, scanning the menu on the screen inlaid into the table.
"Yes, but at least the government is on our side," Mary smiled, moving her hand over the drinks menu and selecting a particular drink. "So, how are things back onboard?"
"Morale is high," Anna answered. "With everyone getting regular shore leave while we're here, no one can complain of being tired or overworked. We've been running efficiency tests and found some improvements. Being docked here has given us the luxury of taking entire systems apart and going over them piece-by-piece."
"I read the reports," Mary nodded. "Everyone is keeping busy, which is good."
"How much longer do you think it will be before we have some indication that the tide is turning in our favour?" Anna asked, sipping her tea.
Mary sighed. "A few more weeks at least. Kemal doesn't want to push for a ratification vote until he knows for certain that the government has more than enough support. This is the kind of thing that needs strong bipartisan support, not just a majority in favour. He wants to be able to point to the vote in the future if any future government attempts to go back on the deal."
"That sounds smart," Anna agreed. "It means we'll be here for a while, then."
"For certain," Mary said. "There will be a transition team sent once the vote is passed. Papa is putting it together now. We don't want to increase our presence here until we know that we'll be welcome."
"It all seems so tenuous," Anna shook her head. "One day opinion pieces and editorials are singing our praises, the next they're questioning our intentions."
"Building trust is never easy, nor fast," Mary shrugged.
"The public seems used to you, though," Anna noted. "Those photos and videos or you from the Minister's birthday were everywhere. They raved about you."
"It was well received," Mary smiled. "I'm going to hopefully leverage that and get us an advantage."
Anna frowned. "How so?"
"I've spoken to Kemal about raising my profile, taking a more active role," Mary advised. "Start with a series of interviews in support of a particular charity and expand from there. Let the people see that we are very much alike in our beliefs and ideals."
"And what does the Minister think of that?" Anna asked.
"He's a bit hesitant," Mary smirked. "He sees all of this as us doing his side a favour, so he bristles a bit at our doing any more work than we already are."
"It makes sense that he would want this deal to go through on its own merit, particularly given that he worked so hard on it himself," Anna remarked.
"He worked with Evelyn and the rest of our team," Mary added. "We need to show a united front now, not be seen as the overlords who are sitting back and waiting for the keys to the kingdom to be handed over."
"What charity were you thinking of supporting?" Anna enquired.
"Kemal is a donor for many causes, but there's a women's charity that I think would work perfectly. It's similar to organizations that Mama deals with back home and it carries far more sway than a charity on a disease, for example," Mary explained. "It will help my plan if I'm seen to be championing a cause that my boyfriend is already involved in."
"That does make sense," Anna said slowly.
"Anyway, I still have some convincing to do, but I think he'll come around," Mary stated.
"You sound confident," Anna remarked with a smile.
Mary laughed. "I suppose that I am where he is concerned, yes."
"So he's still interested then, all charades aside?" Anna asked.
Mary smiled and nodded. "It's quite funny, really, though I suppose a tad sad. He gets to have all that he's ever wanted, and yet not. I almost pity him. He gets to be so close to me and still not close enough."
"You sound as though you're enjoying yourself," Anna smiled.
"I am," Mary nodded. "He's pleasant company and I am learning quite a lot about how things are done here, which will help with the transition. Even though I'm pretending to be his girlfriend, that's more than he would have achieved otherwise, so he ought to be grateful for that."
"We do need him, however, to see the agreement through," Anna added.
"We do," Mary agreed. "I've always believed that he was a valuable ally to have, and I'm convinced of it more now having spent time with him in and out of the office. He's going to go far in Parliament, that's for certain. Keeping him happy and on our team is a wise move."
"Is that why there seems to be more and more photos of the two of you kissing?" Anna asked pointedly.
Mary smirked. "It was his birthday, after all. One gives a cheek kiss to one's family. If we're supposed to be a couple, we need to act like it every so often. Anyway, that's not important. If my plan goes through and the people accept our role here, all of it will have been worth it."
"What does Matthew think of your plan?" Anna questioned.
"I haven't mentioned it to him yet," Mary replied, browsing the menu. "When I have Kemal onboard, then I'll let him know. No point raising it until it's going to happen."
Anna nodded before going back to the menu.
"He misses you," Anna said after a pause. "Alex mentions that he seems rather lost when he's not on duty."
Mary shrugged. "We speak often enough. He'll manage, I'm sure."
"I expect the weeks until we leave will seem far too long for the both of you," Anna suggested.
"We each have duties to fulfill and there are many, many people counting on us," Mary replied. "All of us need to remain focused on that, not foolish sentimentality."
Anna nodded and made her lunch selections.
"Now, I have to tell you about Kemal's party. It was so much fun," Mary grinned, reaching for her tea.
HMS Andromeda, Mothership Class Spacecraft, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, June 2199
"Loosely translated, it means 'The Revenge of Heaven'," Alex explained, pointing to the three-dimensional model of an assault rifle that was slowly spinning in front of them. "Once upon a time it was a standard issue military rifle, used mainly for infantry but with a sniper package that added a reinforced stock, targeting scope and fitted barrel."
Matthew frowned as he examined the weapon closely. "This configuration goes far beyond that."
Alex nodded. "It's been entirely overhauled, only the frame remains as it was structurally sound enough to hold the rest of it, but the clip, the stock, the scope, the barrel, even the firing mechanism and electronics are modified."
"So we know it's clearly a powerful beam weapon," Matthew nodded. "How did it get into the hands of Kemal Pamuk?"
"The rifle itself can be broken down into modular components. Wherever he got it from, it wouldn't have been in one piece, I expect," Alex pointed out.
"He would have had to assemble it, which he had plenty of time to do since he made it back inside," Matthew added. "It also would allow him to hide it anywhere for easy access."
"The question is why?" Alex continued. "Perhaps he kept it with him for protection, stowed it with his security detail."
"Why just one, then?" Matthew replied. "Why not outfit his entire entourage with them if they're so mighty?"
"They are also illegal," Alex noted. "The government banned them years ago for the reason that they were too easy to modify and had become the weapon of choice on the black market."
"Is that how Kemal got his hands on one? It doesn't seem like his style, actually," Matthew shook his head.
"Wouldn't have purchased it directly," Alex agreed. "He would go through numerous channels so it would untraceable back to him."
"You don't just pick up one of these things and fire it," Matthew stated, glancing at the gun intently. "He would have had to practice."
"Would he be stupid enough to use the military range? Doubtful," Alex frowned.
"Maybe we ought to find out," Matthew said, finally looking over at him.
"I'll see what I can dig up, but New Byzantium soldiers will not be so quick to spill secrets to a British officer," Alex replied. "If word got back to the Minister, it could create problems."
Matthew's eyes narrowed. "Let me worry about that. Just find out what you can."
"Understood. Anything else?" Alex asked.
"Yes," Matthew nodded. "We have all the onboard camera video from your abduction, don't we?"
Alex frowned. "Yes, of course. Standard procedure."
"Good," Matthew nodded.
"Why?" Alex asked.
"It will help me explore a hunch. See what you can find and let me know if you get any hits," Matthew ordered.
"Yes, sir," Alex smiled before leaving the office.
"Quit it," Matthew grumbled. When Alex left, he turned back and looked at the rifle again, his mind working as he watched the blue image spin around and around.
Private Residence of Mary Crawley, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, June 2199
"Come in," Mary called, keeping her eyes on the computer screen in front of her. Her hands were busy shifting programs around and scrolling through data. The door opened, and she heard familiar footsteps approach.
"I got your message," Kemal said, coming over and standing near her chair.
"It took you long enough to show up," she smirked, glancing up at him before going back to her work.
"Well, the colony doesn't run itself, my dear," he shrugged. "How can I help you?"
"In many ways, actually," she replied, turning to look up at him again. "Would you like a drink?"
"I would love one, yes," he nodded.
She rose from her chair and went over to the bar. He remained standing, admiring the view of her back as she mixed his drink. His eyes drifted down to her bottom, framed wonderfully by the trousers of her pantsuit. When she turned around, he didn't even bother averting his eyes, only looking up when she arrived with their drinks.
"How was your day, first of all?" he asked, sipping his fire whiskey and soda.
"Mainly meetings and studying all day. I had lunch with Anna," she replied, holding her tumbler glass of fortified sweet rum aloft.
"And how goes things on the ship?" he enquired.
"Business as usual," she shrugged. "Mainly diagnostics and such. The investigation into the attack is ongoing."
"Ah, right," he nodded, taking another sip. "And what have they uncovered?"
"Not much at all," she shook her head. "Matthew is meticulous, though. He'll keep probing until he finds sufficient answers."
"He does strike me as the diligent type, yes," he stated.
"Oh, he is," she nodded. "Quite thorough."
He looked at her curiously as she smiled and sipped her drink, looking off into the distance for a moment as if she was reminiscing.
"Well," he said, drawing her attention again. "We shall see what they turn up, then."
She agreed.
"Summoning me here was for what purpose, then?" he asked.
"I've been speaking to the people over at the Kingdom Trust," she advised.
He quirked his eyebrow. "Have you? I thought we decided that we would discuss this plan of yours to increase your visibility."
"We are discussing it," she smiled. "I simply wanted to get more information on what was needed."
"And what is needed?" he asked.
She nodded. "They are desperate for more promotion and visibility. Their fundraising campaigns have been in decline for years and their marketing efforts seem stale and dated."
"Tell me what you really think of them," he chuckled. "And let me guess – they were quite receptive to your proposed involvement?"
She smiled. "They were elated, if I do say so myself. Kemal, this is a wonderful opportunity to do some good and soften the image of the British as these power-hungry invaders. Don't you see? It would gain us the positive image we seek without resorting to yet another speech."
"What's wrong with my speeches?" he demanded.
"Nothing at all. You're very good," she said soothingly. "But sometimes the people don't have the time or willingness to analyze your every word. Sometimes they identify better with something more visceral. That's why a spokesperson can be so effective."
"I suppose," he sighed. "You must understand, though, Mary, that the residents and tourists of the colony aren't looking to be burdened with stories of women and children in need. This place is first and foremost a vacation destination and entertainment hub. People come here to escape from the rigours of their lives. Reminding them that there are those who are less fortunate and that the galaxy can be cruel may not resonate here as it would on Earth."
"You're right," she nodded. "That's why I'm planning to revamp the charity's image entirely. Playing on the sympathies of the population hasn't worked for them."
"What do you have in mind?" he asked.
"I want to make it trendy to donate to them," she nodded. "I want to reach out to the social elite and the rich regulars who come here often and have them see the advantages of donating to the cause."
He nodded slowly. "All right. And how do you propose to do that?"
"I can't give away all of my secrets so easily," she teased. "Let me go ahead with the plan and I'll show you soon enough. It's all in the preliminary phase at the moment so I don't want you being involved until later on. The purpose here is for me to stand on my own, and not be seen merely as your girlfriend."
"I prefer the term paramour, actually," he smiled. "The media were quite clever to come up with that."
She laughed and nodded. "It does have a certain cachet."
"Very well," he relented. "You may proceed, but with caution, please. Keep in mind that there are those who are still opposed to the accord and your presence here, Mary. They will try and use you to discredit me and the government. I don't want you embroiled in that brand of politics. Nothing good can come of it."
She smiled and patted his face. "So gallant of you, thank you. I'll be careful, I promise."
"And nothing goes to broadcast or distribution until I see it," he added.
"Yes, Minister," she nodded.
He smiled. "You agreed to that rather easily. I could get used to that."
She laughed and smoothed out the lapel of his jacket. "That's how a relationship works. You give me what I want, and I give you what you want."
"Duly noted," he smiled.
"Now, where are we going for dinner?" she asked lightly.
"A steakhouse down by the water," he answered. "The view is quite nice and it means the media can camp out below the terrace and still get their photos without bothering us during the meal."
"Sounds perfect," she laughed.
"You'll like it. Oh, and Mary, it's rather formal there so wear those earrings from the other night, please," he mentioned as he turned for the door. "The diamond ones. I think they would be perfect."
"As you wish," she nodded. "I'll see you in an hour?"
"Looking forward to it," he called over his shoulder. She did not see his devilish grin as he left her apartment and headed down the hall to his.
HMS Andromeda, Mothership Class Spacecraft, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, June 2199
"Increase velocity to factor 7 and take vector 47 by 15 by 3," Alex called.
"47 by 15 by 3, confirmed," Matthew replied. He flicked the throttle with this left hand and turned the control stick with his right. The drone fighter dipped and angled into a sharp dive, picking up speed as it cut through the air.
"Cave entrance on the left," Alex advised.
"I see it," Matthew nodded, following the blue line in front of him down and over towards the gaping hole in the ground that was guarded by an outcropping of rocks.
"Fuck, you cut that close," Alex shook his head, tucking his drone in behind Matthew and sweeping in after his wake.
"I'm sorry, something about the woman I love and my best friend and his wife being held hostage made it rather urgent," Matthew retorted, leveling out and speeding down the lit tunnel. "I'll pay more attention to my form next time."
Alex snorted and kept on his tail.
The tunnel widened, allowing them to move along side-by-side now. The other drones in Falcon Squadron appeared above and below them, fanning out in formation.
"Hangar up ahead," Alex stated.
"And pause," Matthew called once they entered the vast hangar bay and the vehicles, craft and soldiers of the Insurgents appeared. The simulation stilled with all of the figures freezing in place.
"Zoom on the catwalk," Matthew ordered, the main view of his helmet display zeroing in on the snipers that had turned to engage them.
"Focus on the rifles," Alex added, and the scene shifted again so that they could get a close up of the weapons used against them.
"That's not it," Matthew grumbled, shaking his head.
They ran the simulation further, following the path of Falcon Squadron as they cleared out the snipers and defenders before them in a hail of laser fire. Each time they encountered new opposition, they would pause the playback and examine each weapon. The specific assault rifle they were looking for was nowhere to be found.
"It's a very expensive weapon, even for mercenary groups and insurgents," Alex noted as they flew on towards the back of the hangar. "Though this group does appear to be well-funded."
"Pause it there," Matthew said quickly.
The simulation froze.
Alex frowned at the scene. He was shielding Anna with his body while Mary had ducked under cover. Commander Jeda stood defiantly, railing against the British who had caught her out and were now demanding her surrender. Even though it was simulation based on video captured during the rescue, it all seemed so very real, every detail recreated with sharp precision. He shuddered slightly, his mind wandering involuntarily to what might have happened but for Matthew's arrival.
"Zoom on the soldiers," Matthew commanded.
The scene shifted and the computer brought up a visualization of each weapon pointed against them. They were all sniper rifles or standard infantry guns, with no hope of doing any damage at all to a shielded fighter drone.
"There," Matthew said, a note of satisfaction in his voice.
Alex blinked.
One of the last soldiers who was standing near the back of the hangar was holding a different weapon. The computer recognized the modified stock and barrel, the larger weapon clip and the targeting scope.
"The Revenge of Heaven," Alex nodded. "There was no note in the manifest of weapons seized from the scene indicating one was found."
"Exactly," Matthew nodded. "I see two here, even, and who knows how many more might have been in the armoury that wasn't used in their haste to defend against us?"
"It was always possible that the Minister could have obtained it through other channels, but if a few were confiscated following the rescue…" Alex pondered aloud.
"He was overseeing the operation," Matthew stated. "Changing the records to hide the recovery of the weapons and diverting them to another location for his own practice and use would have been easy enough. He had the opportunity."
"All the same, what's he truly done?" Alex asked as they shut down the simulator and removed their harnesses. "He wanted to play hero. It's reckless and foolish, but possessing an illegal firearm is punishable by a fine, at best."
"You don't think it's suspicious that he happens to be using the same assault rifle that the insurgents did?" Matthew asked, wiping his face with a towel.
"You do?" Alex questioned. "Come on, you're being a bit harsh here, don't you think?"
"About what?" Matthew frowned.
"About the man who Mary is currently pretending to be enamoured with," Alex replied. "You're looking for anything to use against him."
"You think all of this is above board, all that he's done?" Matthew demanded.
"He's a douche, fine," Alex agreed. "You don't like him, fine. I don't like him, either. The situation is ridiculous, and I sympathize with you, you know that. That doesn't make him a criminal."
Matthew grunted.
"He's trying to hold together this alliance that currently stands on shifting sands," Alex continued. "If you're going to have a go at him, you better have something far stronger than he took some liberties to get himself a superior weapon to grab personal glory. If you attack their star politician, you could destroy the accord. All for what? You don't like the fact that he's cozying up to your girlfriend?"
"So, I should just let this all slide, you're saying," Matthew huffed.
"Do you trust Mary?" Alex asked.
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Of course, I do. It's Pamuk that I don't trust."
"Just like you didn't trust Tony or Charles or whoever else made a pass at her in all the years that you've known her," Alex noted. "Mary can take care of herself. No offence to her but playing with men to get what she wants is hardly something new. She won't appreciate you watching her all the time and thinking she needs to be rescued. You know that."
Matthew sighed. "Yeah. She would hate it."
"If it was Anna who had to pretend to be seeing another man, I would be as furious as you are, believe me. Just be careful. Our mission comes first. Mary understands that. You can sort out your personal issues once the accord is ratified and we're far away from this place," Alex advised.
"Can't come soon enough," Matthew muttered.
They left the simulation hangar and wandered down the hall in silence, Alex wisely deciding to leave Matthew to stew in his thoughts.
Offices of The Kingdom Trust, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, June 2199
"If it's one thing that I've learned from holding numerous fundraisers and running several campaigns, it's that people don't respond well to guilt or calls for pity," Mary nodded, walking along the hallway with the charity director. "You get far more of a response if they wish to help you willingly, rather than out of a sense of obligation."
"Lady Mary, that sounds wonderful," the director nodded. "However, it has been so very difficult for us to reach our audience with anything other than playing on their sympathies."
"That's understandable," Mary said kindly. "I want to focus more on how a donor can benefit from being associated with The Kingdom Trust."
"We make it a point to explain the tax advantages of donating to us," the director noted.
"That is a strong draw, however all charities can offer that same benefit," Mary stated. "We need to focus on what makes donating to this charity in particular so much more appealing."
"You make it sound so easy," the director smiled, shaking her head.
"I know that it most certainly is not," Mary admitted easily. "Through sponsorship arrangements, marketing and using high profile spokespersons, we'll raise the popularity of The Kingdom Trust in the minds of the people. We'll make them wonder why they aren't getting involved, rather than give them excuses not to."
She passed a tablet to the director, who perused it as they came into the gleaming lobby of the building.
"Most impressive," the director admitted, nodding her head as she scrolled through Mary's plans. "I must say that I never envisioned our organization being popular."
Mary laughed. "Think of it as a new era. We're going to make philanthropy a social requirement. Anyone who wishes to be considered modern and progressive will need to be onboard."
The director grinned. "I can't wait to see that. It's such a shame that you won't be with us for longer."
Mary blinked in surprise. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, your obligations to the Royal Navy will clearly take you away from us quite soon, I would think?" the director answered. "I know we will be allies going forward but your ship won't be docked here forever. I just hope we can implement some of your plans before it's time for you to leave."
"I'll still be here for a while yet," Mary affirmed.
"Oh, well that's wonderful!" the director smiled. "I merely assumed that your ship would have other missions to carry out in other areas of the galaxy."
"It will, yes, but our presence here will only increase as the agreement is ratified and implemented. I'll be here quite often in any event, I'm sure," Mary said.
"Well, I expect that the Minister will be most pleased about that," the director said conspiratorially. "You make such a lovely couple, really."
"Thank you," Mary nodded.
"I've always believed that the early time of any relationship is so very crucial. Being separated from each other can cause strain. I should know. My husband was in the military for some time. Once he accepted a permanent post here, things went far better for us."
"Of course," Mary agreed. "Well, it is early, yes, but Kemal and I are very happy."
"I'm glad," the director laughed. "We have a soft spot for him. He's done so much great work here. I know some of the girls were quite shocked when they saw you with him at first, but they've come around now that they've seen how committed the both of you are. You're seemingly always together."
Mary laughed and nodded. "Trying to get him away from the office is a monumental task, I assure you."
"Well, if this campaign goes as you plan, the entire colony will be seeing a lot more of you, Lady Mary," the director said cheerfully.
"I do hope so," Mary replied, the sunshine streaming in from the skylights overhead making her diamond earrings and necklace sparkle.
Private Residence of Mary Crawley, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, July 2199
"Uh, we don't need to look at these," Kemal stammered, reaching for the remote control.
"Oh, no you don't!" Mary squealed, slapping his hand away. The large projection screen on the wall displayed a young Kemal Pamuk wearing a school uniform. His hair was styled in a classic bowl cut and he was grinning despite missing numerous teeth.
"That hair is adorable," she grinned. "You really should have used this for a campaign poster."
He snorted as she swiped her hand in front of her and the next photo came up, showing a slightly older Kemal dressed in tennis whites.
"Very sophisticated," she noted, smirking at him.
"My club was rather strict about tradition. We had a dress code, even for practice. My mother didn't appreciate having to do so much laundry, but I was quite good."
"Were you? Well, I'll have you know that I was Yorkshire Junior Champion for five years running," she declared, arching her eyebrow.
"And what happened in the sixth year?" he chuckled.
"I went to the Academy," she shrugged. "I still play when I can, but it's difficult to find the time."
"Indeed," he nodded. "It's been quite a while since I played a woman, though."
She blinked and looked at him curiously. "Was your club strict about such things, as well?"
He laughed. "It was a men's only club, yes, but I would play at school or in this rich neighbourhood where some of my classmates lived. I actually paid for my first car with my winnings from such matches."
She grinned in surprise. "Now that sounds like a story."
He shook his head. "I think you've found enough dirt on me for one evening. I should go."
"You're not going anywhere," she laughed, reaching out and grabbing his arm. "Tell me. You would bet on your matches?"
He groaned in protest before nodding. "Tennis here is a rich person's sport. There were a lot of spoiled kids from aristocratic families who thought they were far better than they were."
"I know the type," she remarked wryly. "So, what would you bet?"
"A few hundred lira per match," he smiled. "To them, it was a pittance, really, but for me it was a small fortune. In a typical day, I could clear a few thousand if I was on."
"I'm surprised they kept playing you," she shook her head.
"It was mainly about pride for the boys," he smiled. "They didn't want to be seen as losing to me since I didn't look like them and came from the housing projects."
"And were the women just as proud?" she asked.
He looked away and smiled mysteriously. "Uhh, well that's a different story."
"Tell me," she ordered, squeezing his hand.
He massaged her fingers as he spoke. "Well, remember that I was young and stupid at the time."
"Noted," she replied. "Are you ashamed now to have taken money from those poor girls?"
"They were hardly poor," he laughed. "No, with the women I would usually offer a different bet."
She groaned and rolled her eyes. "They had to kiss you if they lost? How juvenile."
He laughed. "No, not that. I was young and stupid, but not desperate. I didn't need to force a woman to kiss me."
"Well said," she laughed. "All right, what was the sordid wager, then?"
"I would bet their panties," he replied, smiling smugly.
She blinked. "What?"
"It appealed to me more than money," he explained. "It started out as just some innocent flirting, but it was a bit of a thrill, for them as well, I like to think."
She shook her head. "And would you demand that the loser provide you with your trophy on the spot?"
He cringed. "No, most certainly not. We would make arrangements for delivery at a later time."
"And did you always collect?" she asked.
He looked directly at her eyes for a moment before nodding slowly. "Always. It was most enjoyable, for them and for me."
She groaned and reached for her wine. "How utterly ridiculous."
"Looking back on it now, it is quite embarrassing yes," he agreed. "Back then, though, for a teenager who was from a different class, who everyone looked at as an outsider, as being beneath them, well, it was a rush."
She weighed his words as she sipped her drink, her eyes wandering to the lanky young man on the screen. She recalled the photos and videos of the housing project where he grew up and how everything seemed so gloomy and broken. When she was playing tennis back at Downton, her and her friends would often make fun of any girl who came in wearing ordinary attire and who didn't have the latest racquet or shoes. It was easy to believe that Kemal was ridiculed by others back in his youth, just as it was easy to imagine his glee at defeating them.
Whenever Mary went into a meeting or negotiation on behalf of the Royal Navy, there was an element of discrimination that she had to overcome. Some of the races in the galaxy, such as the Tenshi, were advanced in their views and did not see women as weak or inferior. There were some civilizations who held women in higher regard than the males of their species. However, the majority of aliens that she dealt with still saw her as beneath them because she was human, and because she was a woman. There was an extra bit of satisfaction that came from besting those with such archaic attitudes.
"You're very lucky," she said finally.
"I know," he laughed. "My political career may have ended before it even began."
"No, that's not what I meant," she shook her head, looking over at him playfully. "You're very lucky that I wasn't around back then to put you in your place."
He blinked and smiled wide. "I was undefeated, you know. No woman came close to beating me."
"You were clearly not playing against quality opposition," she smirked.
"And if you were around back then, would you have agreed to my terms?" he asked, taking a sip of his Cognac.
"It wouldn't have mattered. I wouldn't have lost," she said, sipping her wine.
He laughed and shook his head before setting the glass down on the table. "How convenient for you."
"You would have asked for my panties if you won?" she repeated, staring at him incredulously.
"Your laciest pair," he smirked. "I told you, I was a foolish teenager. It was all about the conquest for me."
"Why didn't you ask for their bras while you were at it?" she challenged.
"That was usually the second part of the wager," he grinned. "Once they lost their panties, they had to bet their bras to get another chance."
She snorted and shook her head. "How crass."
"I'm just saying that's how it went," he shrugged. "It was a long time ago, but I have no excuse. I was just having fun and living in the moment."
"And what did you wager against them to entice them to consider the bet?" she asked.
"Some of them were playing to try and win their boyfriends' money back, so I would bet double if they beat me. For others, it was the attraction of being able to say they beat me when none of the boys could, regardless of how much money was involved," he recalled. "It was a thrill for them, the idea of being the one to put me in my place."
She felt a warm jolt through her chest at his description.
"You play, Mary," he continued lightly. "You understand what it feels like to be on that edge, every point so vital, every shot possibly being the difference between coming out on top, or succumbing to your opponent? Every decision possibly putting you one step closer to being the victor or the vanquished?"
Her breath caught as she nodded slowly.
"It's a bit of a shame that I was never beaten," he shook his head. "I never got to feel that rush. Every match was essentially over shortly after it began."
"We may need to play, then," she smiled. "I feel an obligation to stand up for all the women that you took advantage of in the past."
He laughed and brought her hand to his lips. "If it makes you feel any better, the media all think that you've conquered me already."
She laughed as he released her hand and rose to his feet. She followed him and walked him to her door.
"That's all for show, though," she remarked. "I want a true victory, on the field of play."
He laughed and turned to face her. "I can just imagine the trouble I would get in if people found out that I defeated a Royal Navy Captain at tennis and won a bet off of her as well."
"You keep talking as if your winning is a certainty," she shook her head. "I sent many men crying home, I'll have you know."
"Yes, but we're talking about tennis here, Mary, not your dating life," he teased.
She rolled her eyes. "Where do you play now, when you can find the time?"
"My club still exists, but I usually play at the government facility. It's usually empty."
"Well, we shall have to see about a match, then," she nodded.
"Fine," he gave in. "We can have a friendly match just to stretch the legs a bit. No wagers."
"Oh no, you don't get off the hook that easily," she wagged her finger at him. "If you lose, you will make a sizeable donation to The Kingdom Trust."
"Beyond what I already give?" he questioned.
"Yes," she confirmed.
"All right, fine," he nodded. "And what do I get when I win, since you are afraid to agree to the same terms as those other women did?"
"I never said I was afraid of anything," she shot back.
He laughed and held up his hands. "Mary, we can come up with something far less crass, as you say."
"No," she declared defiantly. "Since I won't lose, I'll agree to your immature wager. In the entirely unlikely event that you win, you can have my panties."
He blinked, his mouth falling open in shock. "What?"
"You heard me," she smirked defiantly. "My laciest pair, even."
"Mary, I'm going home," he stated, shaking his head and reaching for the doorknob. "You've clearly had far too much to drink. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Now who's afraid?" she laughed. "I thought you were the smooth playboy who knew his way around women?"
"Good night, Mary," he sighed, leaning in and kissing her lightly.
She returned his kiss. Before he could pull away, she reached up and grabbed him by his suit jacket. "If you win, you get my panties, and you can even take them off of me."
He coughed loudly, patting his chest to try and catch his breath.
She grinned triumphantly, crossing her arms over her front as she watched him struggle to compose himself. "Well, Minister? Not so fun being put on the back foot, now is it?"
"No," he shook his head, coughing several times. You are a dangerous woman, Lady Mary. Good night."
She laughed and patted his arm. "Good night, Kemal."
He gave her a knowing look before leaving her apartment and heading down the hall to his.
She turned away from the closed door and headed back down the hall to get her glass of wine, a mischievous smile on her lips.
He crossed the short distance to reach his own suite, a wicked grin on his face.
HMS Andromeda, Mothership Class Spacecraft, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, July 2199
Matthew blinked several times and opened his eyes finally, the ceiling of his bedroom filling his vision. He had turned off the viewer feature and so the drab silver metallic surface stared back at him, rather than the night scene outside.
He groaned and stretched his arms before wiping his eyes and sitting up. Glancing at his watch, he frowned before looking over at the far wall.
"Call history, please," he said.
'There have been no calls this evening, Captain.'
He frowned again.
"Locate Mary," he called.
'Captain Crawley is in her bedroom in her apartment, Captain.'
"Call Mary," he barked, rubbing his arm as he waited for the call to connect.
"Mmm, hello, darling," came Mary's sleepy voice. She sat up in bed and reached for a bottle of water on the nightstand.
He waited for her to finish drinking. "Mary, is everything all right? We had a date tonight."
"Mmm, I'm fine," she nodded, putting the bottle back down. "I'm sorry, I was absolutely knackered when I got home and passed out, it seems. I thought I would wake up in time for our call, but it seems I didn't."
"No, it seems not," he nodded. "How was your day?"
"Quite good, actually," she nodded, her eyes half-closed. "The marketing campaign for The Kingdom Trust is set to go live. I have a press junket set for tomorrow and the day after."
"I see," he nodded. "Are you nervous?"
"A little," she confirmed. "There's just so much riding on this, you know? If there is a spike in donations, that will validate my approval numbers and give us some hope that we're making inroads. Kemal will be more convinced that I can take a more active role, as well."
"Well, he's an idiot if he can't see what an asset you are to sell the accord on your own merit," he commented.
"It's understandable that he's worried," she smiled. "It's not easy for him to trust the fate of his colony and people to an outsider. It's quite cute how vexed he is, really."
"Cute?" he echoed.
"Yes, he's always asking for more information, more details. I've put him off over and over but after tomorrow he'll get to see all," she laughed. "I do hope he likes it."
"I can't see why he wouldn't," he shook his head. "I'm sure it will be a success."
"It has to be," she nodded. "Well, I can barely keep my eyes open. I'll call you tomorrow when I get back from the junket, yes?"
"Sure," he said tightly. "Let's try and find some time for us in the next while, Mary. It's been two weeks now that we haven't been able to have a decent conversation, it seems."
"I know, darling, but we'll figure it out," she nodded and settled back into bed. "Good night."
"Good night. Love you," he replied.
The screen went blank.
Women's Shelter, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, July 2199
"I must say, Lady Mary, this is an interesting venue that you've chosen for your marketing campaign launch," the reporter noted, looking around at the large dining hall. "Usually such junkets are held at hotels or conference centres."
"Well, I'm sure you'll find the catering is up to the same standard," Mary nodded. "It was important for us to bring everyone here, so they could see the type of work that The Kingdom Trust provides, the types of services that it supports, such as this shelter. Having said that, you will note that the tone of our 'Share the Dream' campaign is decidedly positive, focusing not on the desperation of the causes that we champion, though they are in dire need, but rather the advantages and benefits of giving. Everyone in New Byzantium could do with more positivity in their lives, and we believe that The Kingdom Trust is an organization that everyone should enjoy being a part of."
"This is easily the most colourful and upbeat campaign I have ever seen from a charity, yes," the reporter agreed, looking at the promotional posters that had Mary laughing amongst a group of children and teenagers. "You look to be quite at ease here."
"I was," she said. "It was a lovely day and the kids were loads of fun to be with. So much talent and potential among them, it was wonderful to get a glimpse into New Byzantium's future and spend time with all of them."
"Speaking of the future, you're putting yourself out there with the accord still not ratified between New Byzantium and Britain. Are you concerned that some may see this as being presumptuous?" he enquired.
"Giving to a worthy cause knows no affiliations, borders or clans," she shrugged. "There will be a future between Britain and New Byzantium, that is for certain. We already make up ten per cent of the tourism to the colony. The accord, as everyone knows, is a progressive and forward-thinking step into a partnership that will benefit all of us together. I'm confident that Kemal will communicate that in Parliament and I know he is working tirelessly to do so. For my part, I don't want to wait for ratification, as if that is the official starting point for us to work together. We can start now. Forging more ties between us can only help. When The Kingdom Trust approached me, I was honoured to assist."
The reporter smiled to himself and made some notes on his tablet.
"You have a history of involvement with charities back on Earth," the reporter noted. "Why not simply continue your efforts there? Or, open a branch office here?"
She smiled and took a sip of water. "I think that there is an inaccurate view that the British are coming here to force themselves on the colony. That isn't the case. I wanted to be involved with a charity that was local to the colony, one that I could be sure would be working for the people here. There are numerous outstanding organizations back on Earth, but I was confident I could find a fit here. It's been enlightening working with them. I continue to learn a great deal about New Byzantium, and that has helped me appreciate the colony and people here all the more and look forward with great enthusiasm to the future. The Kingdom Trust has seen a decline in donations for years now. That is unacceptable given the important work we are doing. I wanted to get involved as soon as possible to help turn things around."
The reporter nodded before swiping across his tablet.
"Well, that wraps things up for me. I admit that I was sceptical, Lady Mary, but this has all been most impressive. I wish you every success," the reporter nodded.
Mary rose to her feet and bowed her head to him. "Thank you. I appreciate your time and helping us spread the word about our new direction."
An assistant came over to check Mary's hair and make-up before the next reporter came over to interview her. She had been at it since this morning, meeting with different media members and organizations, some doing live interviews broadcast to the entire colony, others asking her questions to be repeated in blogs and online editorials. She could feel the suspicions of some, wondering why she was getting so involved and what her agenda might be. She stayed on message as much as possible, and the early returns, according to Kemal's assistant, were positive.
She winced slightly and rubbed her temples.
"You all right, Lady Mary?" the assistant asked.
"Yes," Mary nodded. "Just a bit of a headache."
"We can adjust the lights. Get the glare off of you a bit," the assistant offered.
"Thank you. I'll be fine," Mary replied. "They seem to come and go."
As they set up for the next interview, she looked over and noticed Kemal come into the room. He stayed in the background and avoided the media members, his assistant waving her hand to decline any interview requests. He found a quiet corner and watched from afar, finally catching her eye and smiling.
She smiled back.
"Lady Mary, we're ready to continue," another assistant called. "How's your headache?"
Mary blinked. "Much better, thank you."
She sat down and smoothed out the skirt of her dress before nodding for the next reporter to be brought in.
Private Residence of Mary Crawley, New Byzantium, Milky Way Galaxy, July 2199
"You were outstanding, truly," Kemal smiled, squeezing Mary's hand as they walked down the hall. "The media loved you. Everyone at the charity loved you. You dazzled them, Mary."
"Thank you," she nodded. "Now all I need to do is get millions of residents to feel the same way and we'll be almost there."
He chuckled. "We're pushing hard. I think we have some of the moderates swayed. If we can turn a couple of the hardliners, the rest will follow. It's going to take some time, but I'm still optimistic."
"As am I," she replied. "It's going to take a lot of work, but we'll get there."
"I must admit that I had my doubts in the beginning," he confessed. "It was Evelyn who had me come around. He was always so positive, so upbeat."
She smiled sadly. "He was, yes. His attitude as infectious."
"He cared about you a great deal, you know," he stated. "A very great deal."
She sighed. "I know. I cared about him as well, though perhaps not as much as I should have."
"What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Nothing," she shook her head. "Thank you for coming by to support me today. It meant so very much."
"I wanted to be there. You're on my team now," he smirked.
She laughed and nodded. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then, Minister."
He looked at her curiously and glanced at the door to her apartment. Finding his smile again, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Good night, Mary. Sweet dreams."
"Good night," she nodded, accepting his kiss before turning and heading into her apartment.
The door closed behind her and she kicked off her heels, sighing in relief as her feet relaxed. After one step into her apartment, she arched her eyebrow. There was a faint scent in the air, one that was familiar and yet out of place here. It was vanilla and rosewater and spice, and she smiled slightly in recognition.
She took another step and her ears prickled. There was a sound, soft and quiet, barely audible and yet she still could pick it up. She turned and walked slowly down the hallway, the notes growing louder as she went until she knew the song and laughed.
By the time she reached her bedroom, she wasn't surprised to breathe in the sweet scent from the room air conditioner and hear music from the hidden speakers in the walls. The walls themselves were no longer her bedroom, but instead, she saw a towering tree and lush green fields rolling to the horizon.
"And how did you get past the security protocols?" she asked, arching her eyebrow in question but grinning widely.
"The security protocols are designed to keep intruders out," the projection of Matthew replied easily. "Hacking into the simulation array for the suite wasn't difficult."
"Goodness, Matthew Crawley committing a petty crime? What is the galaxy coming to?" she teased, coming over and sitting down on the bed.
"You're worth the risk," he nodded.
She smiled and looked down at her hands. "You chose well. You know how much I love that bench under the tree at Downton, and these candles are my favourite."
"Mary, I know the last little while has been difficult for us. You've been busy. I've been busy. We've been separated and haven't had much time for each other," he began.
She nodded and averted her eyes.
"I know how important this mission is for you, for all of us," he continued. "I don't enjoy being without you. We've had more than enough separation in our lives, I believe."
She turned to look at him. "I agree."
"We'll be able to make up for everything when this is all over," he nodded. "For now, I want you to focus on what you must do and know that I support you and believe in you. I'm not thrilled with this situation and I won't ever be particularly pleased with it, but you had to wait for me for months and you did. If I need to wait for you for a few more weeks, I'll do it."
She swallowed. "Matthew…"
"Just…" he managed, smiling and looking down before returning his gaze to hers. "Just be great, my darling. I'll be here for as little or as much as you need me to."
She nodded and smiled. "Are you in your chambers?"
"I am," he replied. "I've been sitting here waiting for the proximity sensor to tell me you came home."
She laughed and stood back up.
"Well, if you're off-duty officially, there's something you can help me with," she stated.
"Of course," he nodded. "What's that?"
"I'm not quite sure that I know what to wear to bed tonight," she smirked, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Care to give your opinion?"
"It would be my honour," he nodded.