The order given to him and his co-workers had been simple: keep yourselves, and your movements and actions, quiet. No one had asked or even wondered about the reason to why this order had been given—it had been an automatic assumption that their employer wanted the house to be quiet for his just-returned family, who he didn't want to become even more nervous during the crucial twenty-four to a hundred and twenty hours that they were returned to being under his roof.

For the last three days, he had worked in silence; not a word, or a sound, had come from him during that time. The normal conversations that he'd have with his co-workers, the near-silent humming, and the normal movements that he'd do had all ceased in happening—his co-workers had done the same as he had during their time in working in and around their employer's mansion.

After sliding his employee card into the clock-in machine, that was in the office that was adjacent the employee garage, then digging his keys out from one of his pants pockets, he went to his car; working while having no restrictions to ones movements or in not having to keep your tongue in check was easy and a bit more exciting than that of what he had found himself doing these past three days, he was glad to finally be going home and he was happy to now have the opportunity to be more open and free.

"And, along with being as quiet as you can possibly be, please insure that all of what goes on in my home doesn't get spread—I want no news bulletins or newspaper articles to be shown or printed out about how my family is doing." his employer had said after giving the order for him and his co-workers to do the silent-working thing.

And he had full intentions of keeping his trap shut; no one that was standing outside of the gate and fence that was in front of his employer's house would hear a peep from him on what was going on with his employer or with his wife and sons.

The car that he went to, which was neatly parked in one of the garage's parking spaces, was called an Isetta Ni1; he had spent a little under $4000 for this car and he did his best to keep it well-maintained—with this being the vehicle that he depended on to get to work he had to keep it in tip-top shape. The car that he owned had been acquired by the human race one day in the late 1940's; after felling a spacecraft, that had been taking more than just the Isetta to a car show that had been held in a galaxy that was close to where the Milky Way Galaxy was, the humans had found and then taken the car and then started taking it apart—it had taken them a few years before finally figuring out how it worked and then to finally manufacture and then sell it to the populace. The Isetta Ni1 had been renamed after being figured out and then manufactured for sale—on Earth, it was called the BMW Isetta.

The vehicle that he owned and used was egg-shaped; not only did it have bubble-like windows but it also ran on three wheels—two were placed under the car's front while the third was in the back. The one who had owned the car before he had come along hadn't been taking good care of it—the paint had either been falling off or it had been fading in places; the upholstery had been coming down; the steering wheel had been in need of replacing; and the brakes had been shot. After buying it, then getting it moved to his parents' place, he had set to fixing it up—gone was the yucky green paint that had previously been on it; except for the white canvas top, it was a light blue color.

His car had just one door on it—unlike other vehicles, that had doors on their sides, this one's door was located on its front. The door was hinged on the outside; it swung up when its driver, or passenger, decided to exit it. Due to the steering wheel and instrument panel being on the car's front, they always went up when the car's door was opened. His Isetta was a two-person car—either he and a sibling, or he and a co-worker, or he and someone that he picked up as a date, could fit in it. Most of the time, it was either just he enjoying the ride or he had his sister, Mekaia, with him.

The whole interior, from upholstery to seats to floor, was cream in color; there was a large parcel shelf behind the vehicle's two seats from which a spare tire was located. The humans, after taking the car apart and then rebuilding it, hadn't been able to figure out the heating and cooling system—a small button, that was located under the dashboard, was what controlled that; how the humans hadn't been able to figure the button's use out was beyond him. The humans that owned and used the Isetta BMW either rode while having the windows down or they drove with the canvas top down—most of the time, he just drove with the windows and top up.

"Call home—Zultoa home-number." he said after getting into his car and then placing his cellular phone on the dash's top. His phone, which was one of them hands free types, was fast in doing as he had told it to do.

"Hello? Zshon?" the voice of his mother came through the phone's speaker right after the key was pushed into the car's ignition. He buckled himself into the driver's seat then he started driving after the car was started.

"Mother, who else would be calling at this time in the evening?" he said, then asked.

"You on your way home?" his mother asked him. "It's right late—I've kept supper warm for you."

"On my way now," he said. "Are Daosi, Yhozah, and Mekaia home yet?"

"They've been home for the last fifteen minutes," his mother replied. "They said that they had a rough day."

"As have I." he said.

"What happened? Did Mr. Surfeit—"

"I'll tell you when I get home." he said. "I'll be coming up the drive shortly."

Either Yhozah, who had done the honors of carpooling with Mekaia that morning, had teleported home or he had sped home; Daosi, who usually drove just himself to work, must of done one or the other as well—with their having clocked out a few minutes before he had, and with it being an hour and forty-five minute drive between his family's home and his employer's mansion, they had to of done one or the other of them things to get home so fast. The three were probably eating supper or, if they had already eaten supper, they were just lazing around before going up to get a few zzz's before having to get up and then get ready for the next day's schedule.

Of his parents' kids he was the oldest; he had been born three hundred and twenty years before Daosi had been conceived. He had many more siblings—in total, he had thirteen to hound him and drive him crazy; his grandparents were now hounding his father to get the units snipped, which he thought was a hoot. He just had three of his thirteen siblings to call his co-workers; the rest were either not adult enough to take on the job of working for his employer or they had other jobs. His father, who was very loyal to Mr. Surfeit, had gotten the idea of asking the man to employ some of his children after they had walked the graduating stage at Staffer's Academy and then aged a little. Along with being the oldest of his parents' children he had the most responsibility—Daosi and Yhozah came behind him in the responsibility grid. While most of his parents' children were single babies there had been three sets of twins born—only one of them sets was identical.

After snapping his phone shut, then returning his hand to the wheel, he got busy in driving home; his parents lived not only in the country but in a house that they had purchased some twenty thousand years ago. With there being an hour and forty-five minute drive ahead of him, he decided to turn the radio on; the little switch that was to the left of the wheel was flicked then his hand was returned to the wheel. He bobbed his head the entire time he was driving; the radio was turned off, and his head ceased its bobbing, after he pulled up in his family's driveway. With there being no traffic to worry about on this evening, he had been able to knock ten minutes from his trip.

"It's about time that you got here," his mother, Aboshi, said after stepping out onto the house's front porch. His mother was a lovely creature; her skin was green in color, she had yellow eyes, and long, light blonde hair. She stood a scant four foot, three inches. "Daosi, Yhozah, and Mekaia are already upstairs and getting ready for bed—they won't say a thing on what happened today and—"

"Nothing really happened today, Mother. Today was much like yesterday and the day before—we're all tired and a bit bored from having to work in absolute silence." he said after locking his car up in the small garage that was five yards from the house. "I take it that everyone else is upstairs and asleep?"

"Everyone but me, you, and your father." Aboshi replied. "He's waiting for you in the kitchen."

The house was big enough to fit twenty; his family, the spouses of Molwuff, Saplina, and Faalia included, was just one number away from having the house full to capacity—from the look of his mother's stomach, the capacity number to the house might be reached here in the next eight to nine months.

From what he had been told, his parents had met one another at a country club; despite being seated on opposite sides of the room, a mutual attraction had been gained, which had sparked into a sort of romance that his maternal grandparents still despised. His mother's father, Teromeo Raclomor, had not liked his father at all; he had either barred his father from seeing his mother or he had become a bit animalistic in trying to scare his father away—his mother was rather fond of telling the tale of how she had slipped out of the house at night to rendezvous with his father, and she was also rather fond of telling the tale of how her father had tried to prevent her from doing so by placing himself either by her open bedroom door or on the front porch. His grandfather, his mother claimed, always fell asleep while "on watch" so her attempts in leaving the house had always gone unhindered.

Aboshi Raclomor, at the time of the marriage to his father, and at the time of the after-marriage bedding, had been a virgin; he had been conceived right after their first coupling. He and his parents had lived in a small apartment for a few hundred years before the chance to be employed by Mr. TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit came around—his father, when he been employed to work for the man, had been four thousand and thirty years old. After moving from one location to the next, and taking up one of the apartments that were located under his employer's mansion, the house had been noticed and then purchased and then moved into.

The house was set tastefully back on a hill; there was a white picket fence surrounding it. The garage was the only thing that could be seen from the front; the jungle gym, and other outside play items, and his mother's garden were all in the backyard. The house had a brown-singled roof; the exterior walls were a light purple color. There was a large porch on the front with a small porch on the back. The front yard had a few, small, peach and apple trees in it; a bird bath, and a few benches, were placed between them.

"Papa," Zshon said after entering the kitchen. His father was sitting on one of the chairs that surrounded the kitchen table.

"How was it?" Eldass Zultoa asked. "Good or bad?"

"Same as yesterday—nothing except our being very quiet happened today." Zshon replied as he went to the microwave. He took his still warm supper out from the appliance then he walked it over to the kitchen table. "Got a feeling that we might be doing the quiet routine all week."

"Did you see them?" Eldass asked.

Had he seen them? A good question, and a question that had been asked for this past three days. The answer that he gave was the same as yesterday's—no, he hadn't seen them. He had heard a few things but he had seen nothing of them during his time in the mansion.

The boys, when they had been in the ship, had been seen by his eyes a few times; other than looking plain nervous, they had looked fine. He presumed that they were the same way three days after being removed from the ship. From what he had heard, a few things had happened that day that had caused his employer to be a bit unnerved in spending any length of time with them—something about one or more of the boys being a bit mouthy with him and something about Mistress Angel "cautioning" him to be careful of what he did when he was in the boys' company had been spoken of by his employer twice that morning and then afternoon.

Like with the previous two days, Mistress Angel and the Young Masters had stayed in the room that they had been put in; the door, while being opened a bunch of times, had never been left open after Master Tazir went in to spend some time with his family. Master Tazir, on some of the times that he had exited the room, had looked happy and pleased; on others, he had either looked a bit sad or unnerved or a bit tempered. The man was trying; he had to tip his hat at him for his attempts in getting the boys, and his wife, use to him. He was fully aware that, if it had been his employer's father, DuruVile Surfeit, doing the re-use to him thing, the boys would already be lacking sections of skin on their backsides—his employer was taking it slow, which was the right way of going through a re-integration. Master Tazir was doing the re-integration thing intelligently by doing things slowly, calmly, and by causing as little stress as he could think of.

"Wasn't expecting him to go by it in any other way," he thought after taking his place at the table.

His father, who was seated across from him, had been injured a month ago; while being on Earth, he had been grabbed and then thrown through a glass door and then been in a fight after climbing out from the glass debris that had come from the door—Young Master Hazaar was the one who had thrown him through the door and he was also the one who had fought and then further injured him. Master Tazir, after hearing the constant complaints that his father had been saying, had made the decision to send him home on the day that he had been injured; his father, as far as he could tell, wasn't sweating the not-wanted vacation. After getting home, then taking a trip to see a doctor, he had been told that he had a few bruised ribs, a two-inch long gash on the back and top of his head, and a nine-inch long gash on his chest; the gashes had been stitched up while the bruised ribs had been treated medicinally—the bruises that had been on his face, neck, arms, and legs had been allowed to heal on their own.

While his father looked old and feeble he really wasn't—his father was like him... he was immortal. The man had fluffy, white hair on his head—before Devlor and Seiqo were born, it had been a dull copper-red color. The wrinkles that were on his face were plentiful—it was these alone that made one who wasn't immortal think that he was old and feeble. The nose that was on his face was long; despite the largeness of the nostrils, no nose-hairs were able to be seen. His eyes were light blue in color and so was his skin complexion; he was four foot, seven inches tall. The body that he possessed, which was currently clothed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes, was lean and strong—the muscle that was on his body was firm.

"Master Tazir spent around a quarter to half of the day with them," Zshon said after finishing his supper and then getting up to clean his dish and silverware. "Miss. Eshal wanted to see them this early afternoon. Her father said no on her doing so."

"Give it time—they'll come around to being both comfortable with their father and to being allowed to interact with their sister." his father said. "The environment that they've been brought to is new for them—I don't need to be told that they're nervous and scared of their surroundings."

"Papa, Young Master Bile and Lha—"

"It's been years, son. They've forgotten all about their old home. It'll take them a while to get use to living back at the mansion and it'll take a while before they start trusting their father." Eldass said, then added, "and us."

"Not sure what's going on when he goes into the room but I've heard a few things today that cause a few flags to be thrown up—one, or more, of the boys were said to be "mouthy" with their father and Mistress Angel was said to be cautioning her husband on what he does when he's with her and their sons." Zshon said after cleaning the items that he had eaten either on or with.

"Mistress Angel's just acting as any other mother should—she's insuring that her children are safe and that the ones around them aren't going to hurt or cause them harm." Eldass said. "You'll probably be hearing a lot of that going on for a few more days—they'll calm down gradually."

"The Young Masters' bedroom chambers were all done today—Master Tazir did the final touches on them." Zshon relayed.

"Mhmm, that's good." Eldass mused.

"Think I heard that an attempt to show them their chambers later on this week will be done." Zshon said. It was quiet between the two of them before he blurted, "I'm mostly concerned about how Mistress Angel is acting around her husband, Papa. She—"

"Give it time—she'll settle down, and return to being her old self around him, soon." Eldass said. "At the moment, her instincts are wrapped around her kids—one can't make a blind horse trust another in the blink of an eye and one can't make Mistress Angel trust her husband after she's been away from him for so long overnight. Master Tazir has to earn his sons', and his wife's, trust."

"Papa! Mistress Angel—"

"She'll come around first, yes, but even with her it will take some time." Eldass said. "The Young Masters, and that Reezal boy, will follow soon after she's settled and has started trusting her husband again."

"Lazeer, Papa. He was positively identified while on the way here." Zshon said. His father's head jerked up; he gave him a sharp look. "What? You've not heard that he was identified as Master Tazir's youngest son?"

"No; according to your mother, the cable went on the fritz soon after we left for Earth and the paper has either not been delivered or has been displaced or accidentally thrown out after its found on our doorstep." Eldass said.

This was the first time that he had heard of this happening; he was now aware of the reason to why he hadn't been seeing his siblings watching any tv and why he hadn't seen his father reading the morning newspaper. He was honestly surprised that the issue with the cable and newspaper providers hadn't been fixed—his father had been home for a month now and, from what he had just heard, the cable was still out and the paper was still not being found on their doorstep. He made a mental note right then and there to place a call to their cable and newspaper providers the next morning.

"The Gods have really looked out for Master Tazir and his family. I'm sure that he has a lot to think about and to be thankful for." Eldass said after a moment's pause. "In that case, it'll probably take him, and Young Master Hazaar, a little longer than their older brothers will in getting use to their father and to their new home."

With the conversation between he and his son looking to be over, and with his words on what was going on over at his employer's residence expressed, he got up then left the room; his son went on to do as he pleased before doing a quiet retreat to his bedroom.

With his being the longest employed member in his employer's staff, he was very loyal to his employer; he had been among the first batch of Goblins that had been employed by TazirVile Lajoshu Surfeit and he was also the only one of that first batch of Goblins to still be working for the man. He had gained the title of Most Trusted after working for the man for a hundred and twelve years; up to Homsi's arrival, he had been the only one to have that title—the third man who "owned" the title of Most Trusted wasn't revered, or liked, very well by he and Homsi. They mostly ignored the man and they mostly just claimed that their employer had two Most Trusted staff members instead of three.

The reason to why everyone else in the first batch of Goblins left his employer's service was very simple: with their employer being new on the home-owning scene, and with his also not yet being involved in the conquering scene, he hadn't been able to pay them for their services. Most had left disgusted while others had left while being plain mad at the guy—while his bill had grown heavy, he hadn't left the man or had spoken a word bad of him. Master Tazir, at the time of his mansion's construction, and then occupation, and then employing his first staff to work his home and its surrounding land, had been a relatively unknown figure in the Universe—he had just been a normal person with a very high backing pedigree to his name. That had changed about six months later, when he had gone to conquer the Vaisha Galaxy, which had been full of gold and silver, semi-precious and precious gems, and oil—the mass amount of paper money that he had gained had come after the new government had been set in place.

The conquest of the Vaisha Galaxy had, at first, not been an easy one for his employer; with his being new on the scene, he had been required to learn and learn fast on how to conquer while also retaining his limbs and life and he had also had to worry about the ones that he was both fighting with and against. Even though he had made a name for himself after his first conquest a lot of the ones who had been employed to work for him, and who had walked out after not getting paid for their services, had not regarded him as a conqueror—really, it was only he who had remained on his employer's side and who had spoken good of him during this time. In all, it had taken four months for the Vaisha Galaxy to fall to his employer's capable hands—the first five planets that he had taken to conquer had been difficult for him to take under his control while he had had a better, and easier, go with the next ten to fifteen planets. After conquering them planets, he had made the decision to put a halt to his conquest to see about gaining a group of beings to fight alongside him.

"The man had really risked his neck, and his life, after approaching the men who would become the first one thousand in his military." he thought as he stopped before the open doorway that went to his, and his family's, living room.

The men, who had just graduated from Militant's Academy, had all been picked for their fierce drive and for their fierceness—with their not having any loyalty to his employer, his employer could well of been maimed for life or killed. After approaching these men, then promising them a certain bit of the profits that'd come from the first two to three months after the galaxy was fully conquered, he and they had gone to war; with his army in place, and running behind him, he had conquered planet after planet with very little trouble.

Unlike his brother, who let his army fight in front of him while he did nothing more than stand on a high area, watching them fight and fall—and who only made use of his powers when he saw fit to do so—, his employer had been fully involved with his conquests. Along with running in front of his army, he had fought with both his sword and powers and had put more than enough physical strength in when certain situations called for hand-to-hand combat to be utilized. In all, it had taken three planetary conquests before the one thousand composing militants in his newly made army decided to pledge loyalty to him—along with being very impressed with his fighting prowess, and with how steadfast he was in battle, they had also liked how much of a leader he was with them.

His family, both before and after the Vaisha Galaxy was conquered, had thought the man crazy; with his running in front of his army, dodging the first line of fire, which had been solely directed at him, he had honestly seen right in them doing so—despite being out and in the open, and running a further risk in having his life cut short, his employer had known what he had been doing. Most of the time, when his army reached the ones that they were fighting, their commander was already surrounded and fighting off the ones that were surrounding him. Master Tazir had used every bit of his strength, intelligence, endurance, and bravery to win the Vaisha Galaxy.

Just before moving off to the house's front, he remembered what he had seen on the live broadcast that had been shot on the planet Caicla. A terrific war-cry had been issued from his employer, then his employer's sword had been jabbed at the sky, then he had gone tearing towards the enemy at break-neck speed—all matter of bombs and bullets, and power attacks, had been thrown at him to no avail; he had dodged each and every attempt that the opposing forces had been doing in trying to take him down. He had only stopped his charge after reaching the opposing army's front line; around a hundred or so had been felled before he had dropped to a low crouch and then sprang up and then forward—the man had looked much like a cricket when he had done this; this move of his had catapulted him to the enemy's center and it had also caused the enemy's attention to be pulled completely away from the still progressing forward troops that had been around ten to fifteen yards in front of them. All that he had learned from his father, from sword fighting to power fighting to hand-to-hand combat, had been used afterwards. By the time that his army had gotten to the opposing forces, the opposing forces had been near to surrendering—shock over being bested by one opponent, coupled by the heavy injuries and casualties, had given their nerves a good rattling.

His army had surrounded the opposing forces in ten minutes time; around half of the division's forces had either been dead or very badly injured at the time—the Lieutenants in charge of that unit had taken one look at their 10,000 member army before turning tail and then fleeing, the commanders of the next three units had done the same thing ten to fifteen minutes later. In all, it had taken his employer two hours of warfare before Caicla issued a full surrender—Master Tazir's flag had been placed to the planet's soil after that occurred.

His employer had had a few injuries to him—there had been a few cuts and scrapes on his arms and legs, and his right elbow had been sliced open, but he had been in good spirits and, furthermore, in good health. Master Tazir had wasted no time in going on to the other planets that were in the galaxy after that planet was felled to his control.

"His conquest of the Andromeda Galaxy didn't go as smoothly as his conquest of the Vaisha Galaxy did... at first."

Of course, his employer, and his army, wasn't to blame for the slow process that had happened for the Andromeda Galaxy to be conquered; a lot had been going on at home that had caused his employer's mind to not be as steadfast to the task of taking that galaxy under his control. Along with having a very money-greedy wife, who had loved her husband more for his money than for himself, he had also just become a father—at the time that the Vaisha Galaxy was being conquered, his employer hadn't had any emotional attachments or children to worry about. The Andromedians really had his employer's current wife to thank for their realm's conquest... and for the monster that had been unleashed on them—if not for her taking Miss. Eshal the rest of the galaxy would not of been conquered so swiftly and the Dolis family, who had been the galaxy's rulers before his employer came along, wouldn't of fled for their lives.

It hadn't been until Mistress Angel appeared on the red-ice moon of Ite, which orbited the planet of Ute, with Miss. Eshal that the monster, who he hadn't known existed in his employer, had calmed down and then gone into semi-hibernation. Mistress Angel, from what he had been told, had taken Eshal as a way to teach his employer who not to mess with and betray—she, herself, had been the one getting a lesson; she had learned the very valuable lesson on how not to cross her husband's path.

He had fourteen children—nine sons and five daughters... if someone had dared to take one of them from him he would of done more than be merciful with them. He'd of throttled whoever it was without worry of the consequences. After Miss. Eshal had been retrieved, and after Mistress Angel had been captured, he had thought that his employer would be more than a little hard on the one who had taken his daughter—while he had been hard he had also been right lenient towards her as well. It had taken him and his co-workers a few days to figure out what it was that the two were doing in the chamber that his employer called his bedroom—no sort of intimidation, where his employer was forcing her to sleep with him or in the same bed with him had been done... his employer had been sweet on the girl who had taken his daughter and, what's more, he had also coupled with her. On the day that Mistress Angel, who hadn't been Mistress Angel at this event's occurrence, escaped his employer his employer had gone to get some answers on what was going on between he and her—they had all found out that he was her Universal Husband and that she was his Universal Wife after his employer's questions had been answered.

"He's fought and won plenty of major battles in the past, and he tamed Mistress Angel when no other man could." Eldass thought both silently and aloud. "He'll win this new battle of winning his wife's, and sons', trust as well."

"Eldass..." his wife called down from the balcony that overlooked the foyer of their home. "coming to bed?"

"Yes—on my way now." Eldass said, then started for the stairs.