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by Viola Grace


  “Your presence is requested on Zenfar.”

  Aggie grinned. “That one I won’t complain about. I would like to see how Wovian turned out. Can we take the Grey Talon?”

  “That is another matter. We will discuss it after your medical check.”

  She scowled and wanted to demand an answer, but Ylor whispered, Everything is fine. You will be flying with Talon again. She has just had a bit of a facelift, so to speak.

  She’s in another ship?

  She wants it to be a surprise.

  Aggie smiled and answered Ikvaro. “Fine.”

  He narrowed his eyes at her with suspicion. Even when she had been learning etiquette, she hadn’t been meek and obedient.

  The trip through medical was quick. Ylor made sure they didn’t fuss around too much. He simply overloaded their scanners and called an end to the appointment.

  Arm in arm, she walked with Ikvaro and left medical behind. “So, where to next?”

  “Are you wanting to recover a little more at the station?”

  She shook her head. “No. I want to see Wovian. His was the last living face that I saw before I put the faceplate on. Oh, do I have to wear the armour anymore?”

  He chuckled. “No. You are free to come and go as you please, in what you please.”

  “As long as you and Ylor approve of it.”

  He gave her a sombre look. “Your personal time, you can wear what you like, but you are an Avatar, and when you are acting as such, you will need to dress accordingly.”

  “So the gowns are another uniform.”

  “Yes.”

  She nodded. “I can deal with them on those terms. The armour was easier to move in, though.”

  He laughed and steered them through the station until they were in a launch bay with shuttles standing by and one huge craft hogging nine stations.

  “Good lord, what is that?” She tried to stop in her tracks but Ikvaro pulled her along.

  She began to get the idea that it was their new diplomatic ship when the door opened and Talon’s voice came out. “What do you think, Aggie? I even have a gunner turret if we need it.”

  “They moved you?” Smiling at Ikvaro, she stepped inside and looked at the huge vessel that replaced the two-person shuttle.

  “Yup. This station is one system over from Morganti, so they brought over some experts and transferred me. Well the bit of me that is already generated.”

  “Wow. Is your call sign still the Grey Talon?”

  “I am now the Diamond Talon. It was Ylor’s suggestion.”

  “Well, Talon, when do we leave?”

  “Pen is just putting your wardrobe into the chambers with Ikvaro’s. As soon as you are strapped in, I will apply for departure clearance.”

  She looked at Ikvaro. “My clothing came here? I thought it was going to the hospitality centre.”

  “It was, and when you were in medical, I had Pen clear our room and bring everything to the ship.” He grinned, his teeth flashing white.

  “So, are you fully retired from being an Enforcer?” She gave him a suspicious look.

  “While you were in the tank, I was asked to resume an altered duty. I am now your Keeper.”

  She burst out laughing and walked down the long hall, past the galley and the small lounge, past the open door of her quarters where Pen was putting her lingerie in a drawer with a deliberately bland expression. She finally arrived at the control deck and she settled into the command seat.

  Ikvaro settled in the nav station and Pen took up a seat at the instruments console. Twenty minutes later, they were falling through space until Talon could engage the engines and head for Zenfar.

  It took eighteen hours to reach Zenfar and only one hour for Ikvaro to abscond with her so they could join the twelve-thousand-mile high club for whatever world they were passing.

  Ylor joined her in possession of her body as they landed on Zenfar, and he coated her in power while they walked across the tarmac toward Wovian.

  He had come out to greet her, but Zenfar halted his enthusiastic hug. Wovian-Zenfar bowed to her as she approached. “Greetings wandering brother and Avatar.”

  “Greetings, Zenfar-Wovian.” He extended her hands, and Wovian-Zenfar put his hands on top of hers.

  Energy was exchanged and details were shared on a planetary basis. When the ancient minds were done, they left them standing there with their hands together.

  “You finished growing up, Wovian.”

  He let out a happy shout and picked her up, swinging her around. “I thought of you every day since you left me and I hoped you were well. You are an Avatar as well now?”

  “I am. He offered to save my life in return for a ride and it seemed like a fair trade.” She smiled gently and touched his cheek.

  His nose twitched. “You have a mate now?”

  She jerked her hand back. “You can tell that?”

  “Of course. You smell like Selna but you are a Terran. Which one is yours?”

  She looked over her shoulder. “Ikvaro. He is the Selna.”

  “They are both Selna. One is just an albino. All the sensual potential and not allowed to use it.”

  She looked over at Pen who had obviously heard. He shrugged and smiled with a nod.

  “Oh-kay. That is unexpected. Right. So, can I keep the ship?”

  “She is yours, Aggie. Is there anything else you need?”

  “What are your clothing designers like here on Zenfar?”

  He looked her over. “I think we can do better than that. You need something though. I think I will sponsor you to get some etiquette lessons at Morganti Citadel. They have a Moreski noble who can whip anyone into shape. You will need it if your career is going to take a sudden turn. Your guards can only keep you physically safe. To deal with rules and etiquette, there is no one else that can do what she can with those who already have power.”

  “I will ask Talon to make the arrangements. She has connections with the Sector Guard and the Citadel on Morganti is associated from what I know.”

  “You are correct. But please, you and your companions, come and rest. Enjoy some food. I can never thank you enough for the time you gave me. It clarified something that I had begun to doubt. I knew what I had to do, but the moment that it turned into something I wanted to do, I made the call and Zenfar was agreeable when he learned the reason I wanted to wait.”

  They were walking across toward the large building where a troop skimmer was waiting for them. He had his guards, she had her guards, and when they were all on the way to the palace, she began to grin. She held Ikvaro’s hand and leaned her head on his shoulder.

  He was right. Her life had gotten very strange, but at this one moment, she knew that it was going to be just fine. She had her own Keeper after all.

  Author’s Note

  Keeper led me on a strange route through a peculiar set of events. She was never supposed to be an Avatar, but the Selna element was always there.

  Knell will take us along with a woman who hears things before they happen. That doesn’t sound annoying at all.

  Thanks for reading,

  Viola Grace

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  www.violagrace.com

  About the Author

  Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

  Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her
uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.

 

 

 


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