I but live to serve, TOM quipped.
“Gentleman, and Michael,” she started. Michael smirked and closed his tablet, turning his attention to her.
He would wait an appropriate amount of time before returning the jab. “Yes, child? I understand you requested our august presence to provide you with wisdom from our considerable life experiences?”
Ok, so he wouldn’t wait.
“Keep it up, old man, and I’ll…” She frowned. Since she was pregnant she couldn’t spar right now; certainly not energetically. Further, he had figured out how to work inside the Etheric dimension so she couldn’t just toss his ass in there until she got him out. “Make you sleep on the couch…es,” she finished lamely.
She sighed. “I’ve got to work on my threats.” She turned to Stephen. “You and Barnabas are in charge of helping me figure out new and inventive ways to threaten Michael.”
“Why me?” Stephen asked, neither surprised nor bothered to be tasked with the challenge.
“You’re his brother; you have to know what annoys him.”
“We were apart for hundreds and hundreds of those years. On purpose, I might add.”
“You hated me,” Michael supplied, smiling.
“You were a monumental asshole,” Stephen replied, shrugging. “If it helps, I’ve forgiven you.”
“He hasn’t completely stopped being an asshole,” Bethany Anne assured them and patted Michael on the wrist. “But if it helps, honey, you have a nice ass.”
Everyone there noticed when Michael stopped himself from reacting to the comment. He had started to look downward, but he closed his eyes for a moment. A small smile played on his lips as he opened his eyes. “Touché.”
He could be a bit vain about his looks at times.
“Ok, everyone has their drink of choice, so let’s start. I asked you here so that we can start working on what I’m calling the MPPS project.” She put up a hand. “I’m not trying to implement an impossibility. What I’m trying to do is this…”
Planet Soboth (Previously Territory 7732), Undisclosed location, Open Out-ring, Non-Federation
The meeting room was closed off from the rest of the business by a translucent soundproof membrane. The three business leaders wanted complete separation from the nearby action and noise.
“There are three gates between us and our materials, and our ships are now telling us they cannot land on Devon without permission.” Az, the head of the company, was an older ex-military Leath. The second in command, Uleq, was a recent Torcellan recruit, and the third, Imon, ran their enforcement arm. He was Shrillexian and had somehow made it through four decades of mercenary service without losing a limb or incurring a serious wound that couldn’t be healed.
“I’ve looked into it.” Uleq, his white skin reflecting a bit of pink in the light, looked at his partners. “Some being called ‘Baba Yaga’ has been on the planetary news net. She claims to own the planet.”
Az snorted. “You can’t own a planet. It would be too expensive.”
Uleq brushed back his white hair. “I am merely delivering the results of the research.” He looked at his tablet. “From what I can tell, she holds close to eighty-nine percent of most interplanetary companies based on-planet and is in the process of acquiring the last independent transportation company. Our efforts to pull the,” Uleq’s eyes flicked to his tablet, “products from Devon have now become much more difficult, as will be moving many of our more unique trade goods.”
“This area,” Imon glared at Uleq, “is safe for speech. I have gone through it multiple times.”
“I am always careful,” Uleq replied.
“You are scared.” Imon waved a hand. “Call it what it is. We ship contraband, steal materials, and barter for slaves. It isn’t like we three don’t know this.”
Uleq laid his tablet on the table and stared at Imon. “We can call what we choose to produce, acquire and move around with our ships whatever we like. There is no reason to put it in such crass terms.”
“Enough.” Az’s growly voice interrupted the two. “Uleq, your Torcellan background predisposes you to whitewash what we do. To secure your future you will need to address your ambivalence and own your participation, or get out of our business.” He waited for a few moments. “Well?”
“Now?” Uleq looked at the head of the company. “Why is this relevant?”
“Because,” Imon explained, “I have run simulations. If we allow you to continue lying to yourself to preserve your sensitive Torcellan morals and desire to avoid conflict, you will likely do something inappropriate.”
“Like what?” Uleq looked at Az. “I’m not sure I follow.”
“Imon has convinced me that if you don’t acknowledge the truth about our business there is a high risk of you doing something irrational. It’s time you grow a spine—”
“Or I can place one below you and kick it into place through your ass.” Imon chuckled. “Although that might be a bit messy, not to mention painful.”
Uleq turned to Imon. “I’m sure it would be.” He didn’t bother trying to throw his weight around with him. The Shrillexian might take it as an opportunity to settle the answer with a physical challenge, and if that happened?
Well, Uleq would get Imon’s foot up his ass with or without a new spine. He breathed out, looking down at the table.
“I don’t come from a species as,” he glanced at his partners, “violent as either of yours. We are taught from the beginning what is appropriate. Gunrunning, slaving,” he nodded to Imon, “and drugs that addict users from the first hit are simply not in that category.” Imon started to interrupt, but Uleq stopped him with an upraised hand. “But I want more. You are right, Imon…I want to have my brishek while retaining my Torcellan ethics and morals.”
He pursed his lips before slightly bowing in his seat. “I owe you both an apology and an acknowledgment. I will not run from what I am becoming. I chose this future, so I will accept it and move forward.”
Az’s tusks bobbed as he chuckled. “Keep it up, Uleq, and you might just become a human.”
“Please, no.” The Torcellan shook his head. “They have no understanding of beauty, and their bodies...so many colors, when white is enough.” He leaned forward and looked from Az to Imon and back. “Have you seen the humans that have red hair? Their skin can lean toward the Torcellan hue.” He leaned back, shaking his head. “It looks like fire erupting from the skull.” He shook all over. “Hideous.”
Uleq blew out a breath and smiled at Imon. “Ok. So, we need to see what is going on with our products. When I checked into our slaving, drugs, and products acquired by illegitimate means—”
“We stole them,” Imon growled with a smile playing on his lips.
“No,” Uleq challenged. “I wasn’t being ambiguous, Imon. We acquire our products by many methods, not all of them smash-and-grab.”
Imon shrugged. “Ok, you got me on that. ‘Illegitimate means’ sounds more impressive, anyway.”
Az sat back in his chair, the squeaks it emitted under the burden of his bulk lost on the other two. Uleq’d had no idea that he would have been signing his own death warrant if he’d refused to own up to who they were and what they did.
Quite simply, they were interstellar pirates who ran many legitimate companies…and quite a few that were not so legitimate.
Some of those companies were based on Devon, and they were not going to allow the self-proclaimed owner of the planet to mess up their profit margin.
It was time to ruin this Baba Yaga’s plans.
High Tortuga, Hidden Space Fleet Base, Queen’s Personal Quarters, Meeting Table
Bethany Anne wound down her pitch. “So when we return to Earth in the future after we find and kill the alien sonofabitches we’re hunting, we’ll fix whatever is there. Who’s with me?”
Barnabas raised an eyebrow. “Do we have to live there?”
Bethany Anne looked at her friend. “Well, no, but you have me curious.”
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br /> “I’m enjoying myself with Shinigami, and I look forward to grabbing lots and lots of those who break laws so I can introduce them to justice.”
Michael refrained from asking Barnabas if justice meant deadly force or just incarceration. Probably an equal chance either way, considering how rough he had been with some gang members who had offered him violence recently.
Bethany Anne shrugged. “That’s fine. I’ll assume you will work on the details of the legal system. You enjoyed harassing me so much for over-doing the justice back on Earth.”
Barnabas made a face. He wasn’t going to live that down for hundreds of years…if they lived that long.
Full of nanocytes, all of them could effectively regenerate their bodies through connectivity with the Etheric. Released from drinking blood through the proper updates on their nanocytes, they had all the physical enhancements without the nasty iron aftertaste of a neckful of blood.
“Personally, I think we coddle too many people. I’m not a fan of one-strike-and-off-comes-your-hand, but we could do with parameters.”
“Biggest issue,” Akio interjected, “with the Chinese legal system on Earth was the lack of objectivity in the judges. If the person was known, such as a relative or friend, they would receive preferential treatment.”
“Yes, and how do you handle situations such as mental challenges?” Stephen thought for a moment. “Ok, assuming everyone is healthy that won’t be a problem. However, even we have issues with mental problems. The body, I understand, is much simpler.”
TOM’s voice was heard through the speakers. “That is true, Stephen. While we can correct many issues in the tissues of the mind, it can and often does delete memories and knowledge at some level. The person might be okay from the time of healing into the future, but the missing data upsets their wellbeing at an unconscious level.”
“That’s just law,” Michael interrupted. “You take care of the core functions including but not limited to food, water, clothes, and shelter. Once that is accomplished you make education and opportunity available, provide for defense and potentially offense, engage in trade, make communication planet-wide, build infrastructure such as energy and transportation, permit them to travel, and maybe start an entertainment industry.”
“I sometimes wonder,” Bethany Anne pondered aloud, “if we would be better off without entertainment.”
“There is no question,” Michael replied, “that humans will make sure they have entertainment. The only questions are how do they get it, and is it at someone else’s expense?”
Stephen leaned forward in his seat, placing his elbows on the table. “I believe that you will have to look at beings’ core personality types and structure a society that offers each hope and responsibilities.”
“We are sounding like some sort of think tank.” Bethany Anne blew out a breath.
“Or,” ADAM said through the speakers, “like a bunch of science-fiction writers.”
“What are you talking about?” Bethany Anne asked.
“Well, some of the most creative writers did what-if analysis on the future, then wrapped their thoughts into an acceptable theory and released it as science-fiction. In fact, the United States military hired military science fiction writers such as David Weber to free-think the future of the military in space. The military was often accused of fighting the last war, but by using this strategy they were working with forward thinkers to consider how the military might need to prepare and change and what problems they might encounter.”
“So.” Stephen rested his chin in his hands. “Are we saying that our MPPS homework is done?”
“Hardly.” Bethany Anne sniffed. “Although I’m willing to listen. ADAM, what is the cornerstone of the effort?”
“Education,” he replied. “And recognition that people take responsibility for themselves, and often for others.”
“What do you mean?” Michael asked.
“Without reliving that time in your life, Michael, your strictures were very cut and dried,” ADAM responded. “If someone dishonored you the response was sudden and brutal.”
“I’d like to think of it as efficient,” Michael temporized.
“I’m feeling you on this one,” Bethany Anne whispered to him. Her whispering confused Michael since everyone at the table could hear her whisper from three rooms away.
“It was efficient,” ADAM responded, “if your intention was to limit those who were around you to only those who were willing to assume leadership or those who were willing to climb the ladder of political success, believing themselves smarter than others and therefore immune to the risk of upsetting you.”
“I did relieve the world of quite a few assholes.” Michael looked at the two men across the table from him and nodded at Akio. “Just ask him. The asshole gene pool on Earth has been substantially reduced. I’d like to think of that as worthy of acclaim.”
Akio chuckled. “We did kill with abandon, Michael. However, many were following the commands of their Alphas.”
“Bad choice in following those jackasses,” Michael replied. “We saved a whole group of Weres when their Alpha recognized the danger.”
“I imagine the sight of you calling down lightning helped.”
Bethany Anne cut back in, halting the reminiscences of Michael’s return to Earth as the Dark Messiah. “Which brings us perversely back to education. We teach children not to grab hot pots on stoves. Why would we not teach practical ways to deal with bad characters?”
Stephen noted. “That presumes the monsters aren’t proactive in scaring them to stay quiet.”
“Then,” Barnabas answered, “we’ll be scarier.”
“That leads to a totalitarian level of government,” Akio replied, “often tried in my corner of the world as well as others. It is easy enough to implement if your side is the scariest, but often the reasons the populace is scared are not acceptable, and eventually the government will be overthrown. If not by their own people, then by the countries around them.”
“The real issue,” ADAM suggested, “is the rebels.”
“Come again?” Bethany Anne furrowed her brow. “What rebels?”
Barnabas nodded. “The freethinkers. The iconoclasts. Those who wish to push boundaries because their minds are wired differently. Sometimes it is to a good effect, but sometimes they do it because of a miswiring in their brains, and they sway a few others. With the level of destruction available to the few, it wouldn’t take many to pull down a portion of civilization.”
“And minds are the one area we cannot just fix,” TOM reminded them.
“They have tells,” Michael interjected. “If we create classes everyone must join, we can grab the cream of the crop and offer them challenging tasks.”
“And ‘challenging tasks’ are euphemisms for what?” Bethany Anne eyed her bloodthirsty mate.
“Challenging tasks?” Michael returned her look. “Not a euphemism for killing them. The reason society moves ahead has little to do with safety and everything to do with taking risks if needed, like in times of war. Think about the advances during the Second World War on Earth. However, if you study wars in general you will see that the invention and production of destructive technology were always heightened just before or during wars.”
“Before?” Bethany Anne thought about it. “So, someone came up with a new weapon and figured now was the time to take advantage of their tactical superiority? I get it.”
“And what would happen to an MPPS society if it was attacked from off-planet?” Akio asked. “Would it have the rough and ready people to protect those who don’t have the mindset to do whatever it takes?”
“Those who value the skills and talents necessary to deal death without getting lost in it.” Barnabas nodded. “Another reason to grab the cream of the crop. Same concept, but we look into how to pull those who can handle the strain of war apart as well and see if they are willing to become part of the defense of the planet, assuming they are capable.”
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sp; Bethany Anne thought for a second. “It feels like you guys are pulling the wolves apart from the sheep.”
The men all looked at each other, then back at her. “Wasn’t that what we did on Earth before we left? Pulled out the cream of the crop who wanted a better future?”
“Yes.” Bethany Anne sighed and put a hand over her eyes. “In a way, are we admitting we were the cause of the Apocalypse back on Earth?”
Akio shook his head. “No, a high ranking official in the Chinese army disaffected by the results of his wife and daughter dying wanted to retaliate without his leadership’s permission. His daughter dying was due to greedy individuals in the United States, who tried to fire a nuclear weapon at one of our ships. We protected ourselves, as was proper. There is no way to know whether that man would have snapped for other reasons.”
“Still,” Bethany Anne’s voice was a touch softer, “we were in the middle of it.” She squared her shoulders. “Even more of a reason to figure out how to crack this fucking nut related to a government that is by the people and for the people and yet handles those who need to stretch their wings by giving them room to fly.”
She looked around the table. “Not by clipping them.”
2
High Tortuga, Hidden Space Fleet Base, Prime Building, One Week Later
Michael Nacht looked at the screen in his office, which currently reflected his image. Although he was fairly tall for a human, his European heritage didn’t let him tower over some aliens, he had found out.
The screen was easily double the size of most windows and had a resolution so fine he couldn’t tell it wasn’t a window to the outside.
Except that he knew he was at least eight stories underground.
When Bethany Anne, his wife-to-be, had said she was going to wrap him in a cocoon, he hadn’t realized that would mean having four hundred tons of rock above him.
Good thing he wasn’t claustrophobic.
“Screen,” he called.
“Yes?”
“Play scene of the surface of High Tortuga, random,” Michael requested.
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