by Andrew Mack
Director Kimakawa then watched the replay again. “The ship bypassed the Control Tower and went straight to Slip Five. This was not a random attack. They expected Ambassador Bird’s C-62T to be there.”
Malovex asked again, maybe expecting a different answer, “And the C-62T was supposed to be there, but it left before?”
Meyers responded, “We know the ship left at 13:02, about three hours before these events.”
Malovex asked, “Can we confirm who was on board?”
Meyers responded, “The Ambassador, his assistant Miss Devanoe, and the DAG detail of Commanders Willits and Jones.”
Malovex shook his head. He asked, “How did they get it off the dock? The DAG officers are qualified pilots?”
Kimakawa replied, “No, and I doubt they could fly it in a pinch, honestly. According to the Dock Master, two qualified cadets, with credentials from Odgins, joined their team.”
Meyers responded, “We know they were not the pilots I assigned.”
Malovex turned to Kimakawa, “And the Dock Master let them pass anyway?”
Kimakawa looked directly at him. “The Dock Master would only question qualifications, not a direct order or procedure issue from Commander Willits. He has full authority on that.”
Malovex still wanted answers. “What do we know about these two cadets?”
Meyers answered, “We are still working on it.”
Malovex asked, “Is there any chance there are other people aboard this ship, or is it just the six of them?”
Meyers answered, “It is not likely, but we are not completely sure.”
Malovex continued, “And the Manifest has them going to Braccus?”
Meyers then interrupted, “Commander Willits changed the Manifest to meeting Battle Cruiser 54 in the Corvalis System before leaving. We believe he sent a message to their ship Captain to confirm.”
Malovex, shook his head, not understanding all of this. He then looked back at the map and continued. “The Corvalis System is slightly further, basically bypassing Braccus. Is it possible something caused them to leave early, something they had no time to report to you?”
Kimakawa said nothing. Meyers did not speak, but he wanted to. Malovex continued to look before finally reiterating, “Anyone?...”
Nobody said anything. Malovex finally finished, “What I am asking is, do you trust these two Commanders with this mission?”
Meyers looked first at Kimakawa, as if looking for permission, then back at Malovex. He replied, “I have had some concerns, Lord Malovex. The Commanders have much experience, but it was quite some time ago.”
Kimakawa still said nothing. Malovex went back to looking at the hologram board before continuing, “Well, it could be nothing, but you could also have two rogue Commanders on your hand. It’s your problem now until they get to that Battle Cruiser.”
Nobody said anything for a few moments until Malovex saw something on the replay. “There, deck officer, freeze that, go back a few seconds.”
They all looked at the security footage from one screen that showed a Tower Angle. Malovex continued, “Zoom in there…….”
Malovex circled a spot where the black attack fighter had hovered above the Control Tower deck, and then the image zoomed in. He then identified the maroon blood-red helmet. “There, that is our attacker….Taz.”
Kimakawa and Meyers stared at the monitor and could now see it clearly. Kimakawa repeated, “Taz? Are you sure?”
Malovex answered, “Yes. This was clearly an attack on the Ambassador’s life. An assassination attempt. Taz will not go away if he has identified his target. He will attack again.”
Meyers looked at Malovex. “So, what now?”
Malovex responded. “Nothing, I will take it from here. This is why the BRG should be handling these things in the first place. This is beyond your abilities. I will immediately notify the rest of the BRG along with the AuFa and the Council. I will meet the Ambassador and your DAG team, if they make it, on that battle cruiser in Corvalis.”
Malovex walked out of the room.
Belinea 2.3
Belinea
The Hassara Residence
In a room full of daybeds and ottomans connected together, Lord Argo had laid down on one. Tall narrow windows had drapes over them to keep the light out. One girl was naked, rubbing on his bare chest. Two other girls were on top of another naked man across from Argo. One of the girls, straddling the man’s face, said, “Is this what my Lord wants?”
Argo was unamused. “Suffocating?”
Argo shook his head softly. The third girl got up, naked, and walked over to Argo and the girl rubbing on him. “I know what the Lord wants….”
Argo sounded tempted. “Do you….?”
She reached over and grabbed the knife used to cut the meat and cheese from the table behind Argo. She walked back over to her original spot where a vase had an assortment of toys. With her other hand, she pulled out a small whipping stick from the vase. The woman straddling the man’s face moaned in pleasure, while the man firmly had both his hands on her ass. The third woman gently patted the man’s chest with the whipping stick.
She whispered, “My Lord likes watching us…. “
Argo was watching, becoming slightly aroused. The girl that was rubbing on his chest put her hand down his pants.
Argo whispered back, “Do I?”
The third woman began working her other hand on the man’s penis, until finally getting the desired effect. She then climbed on top, facing the other woman, and allowed his penetration. The one straddling the man’s face began touching the other girl’s breast, eventually trying to kiss the other girl on the lips, mildly succeeding. While moaning, she said, “Is this what my Lord likes?”
Argo tilted his head. The girl next to him was gaining traction with her hand in his pants, eventually moving faster. The third girl straddling the man in intercourse gently pushed the other girl away. She smacked the other girls’ breasts with the whipping stick, ever so lightly, hitting the same spot repeatedly.
“This is what My Lord likes…..”
Argo repositioned himself on the ottoman. The girl rubbing him with her hand down his pants could tell he was getting aroused.
Argo softly said, “Now we’re getting somewhere….”
The girl with the whipping stick then changed direction and, again, ever so gently, began smacking the girl opposite to her across her face with the whipping stick. She stopped her moaning and slightly yelped in pain. The girl next to Argo, clearly sensing his arousal, began viciously kissing his neck while maintaining her hand down his pants. The girl with the whipping stick looked directly at Argo, noticing his eyes getting more prominent, and moaned out, “Is this what you want, my Lord, or something deeper?”
Now fully concentrating on the threesome in front of him, Argo spoke just louder than a whisper. “Deeper….”
The girl went back to hitting the other girl on her breasts, this time a little harder. After smacking her ten times, the last being hard enough to draw a look of slight pain from the girl, she put the whipping stick down, and ever so secretly, while still straddling the man in intercourse, grabbed the knife she retrieved. With her opposite hand, she began caressing the opposite girls’ breasts, a sexual peace offering. She grabbed her cheek, and began kissing her while slowly moveing her hand to the back of her head. After a long kiss, the other girl grabbed her cheek. The third girl grabbed the other girl’s wrist while she continuing to kiss her. She put the other girl’s fingers in her mouth, and kissed the fingers one by one to get her fully aroused. As she got to the last finger, still holding it with her left hand, she took her right hand and cut the girl’s finger with the knife.
Argo was now thoroughly aroused. The girl next to him violently moved her hand down his pants while the blood from the cut on the other girl began trickling down h
er finger. This allowed the dominant girl to lick it up with her tongue. Argo, licking his lip, loudly whispered, “More...”
The dominant girl began straddling the man more violently with her hips, as he got into it as well. One of his hands moved off the girls’ ass and up the sofa, clinching the top of it in excitement. The dominant girl then took the knife and gently carved a small cut into the man’s chest. He moaned in both excitement and pain. The cut drew blood. Which the dominant girl, with her free hand, wiped the blood off the man’s chest and put it into the girl’s mouth opposite her. “Is this what you want, My Lord?”
Argo now yells, “Yes…..”
He was fully enthralled. The dominant girl, now sensing she had Argo’s full attention, moaned in excitement. She licked her lips, completely staring at Lord Argo until she was about to climax. She then took the knife and stabbed the man she was riding directly in the hand he had clutched to the sofa. He immediately screamed in agony. The girl sitting on his face was thrown on to the floor.
Argo smiled and yelled out, “Yes……”
The girl next to him was still violently working her hand down his pants. The victim was now pinned to the sofa by the knife. Blood began to run down his arm. A buzzing broke the tension at the door.
Argo yelled, “Go away. I am busy.”
A voice from behind the door yelled back, albeit politely. “Lord Argo, your father is expecting you.”
The dominant girl got off from riding the man, half laughing, half excited by the whole situation. The other girl seemed almost traumatized by the site of the man’s blood as she had been thrown to the ground and was now looking at the wound. Argo yelled again, “Go away. I am busy.”
The voice behind the door was persistent. “My Lord, Your father, and everyone else is waiting on you for the afternoon military briefing. Your Father sent me to get you, and commanded me not to return without you.”
Argo grabbed the girl’s hand and yanked it out from his pants. He sat-up and reached over for his shirt, quickly putting it on and slipping on his boots. The dominant girl walked over to Argo, took her bloody fingers, and put one of them in Argo’s mouth while he finished putting his second boot on. He looked up at her, not amused. She took the finger out and slapped him across the face, smiling while she was doing it. He got up and grabbed her arm. “Don’t go anywhere. I will be right back. “
The other man, still moaning, was trying to free his hand, and was now being assisted by the other girl. Argo put on his knee-high length black robe and walked to the front door of the room.
Lord Argo opened the door to find a portly man in a green Belinean military uniform. An officer clearly, being summoned to do errand boy work. Argo was not amused as he walked out and slammed the door behind him. The portly man followed, claiming, “My Lord, the meeting was scheduled twenty minutes ago, and your Father is very annoyed at your lack….”
Argo, not looking, just muttered, “Quiet….”
But the portly man continued as they walked outside through the beautiful gardens and over to the main residence of Lord Hassara. “If it is a question on how to communicate better with you, my Lord, please let me know so that we can get you to these meetings on time….”
Argo, a very tall man at 6’3” and muscular, slightly rolled his eyes. He was walking briskly and still annoyed, and muttered without looking down at the portly man, “What is your name again?”
Looking surprised, he responded, “Walva, sir, Lieutenant Walva.”
Argo continued, “Walla, when I want your opinion on punctuality, I will ask for it.”
They continued to walk, coming to a door that was the entrance to the main residence. As they walked down a long corridor, the portly man continued. “It’s actually wal-Va, my Lord.”
Argo shook his head. “Walva, Walla, whatever, just shut up.”
Walva continued, “The name is not important, sir. My point is, that when you are late for these meetings, Chairman Hassara seems to blame me, and I can only relay to him the fact that I did coordinate these times …”
They had arrived at the front of two massive doors with four guards outside. Argo stopped, turned to the portly man, pointing, looking down at him and whispered, “One more word, and I will cut your fucking tongue out so that you will never speak again.”
Walva looked hurt and scared. After a few seconds, Argo began to slightly turn to go into the big doors before the portly man said, “Of Course My Lord….”
Argo immediately glanced back at Walva. The anger in his eyes translated that he was ready to cut his tongue out right here and there. The portly man, realizing one more word, really meant any word, immediately bowed his head as a measure of mercy. Argo paused a few more seconds before finally turning and entering the room.
Inside the conference room were Chairman Hassara, his daughter Defense Minister Tempest Hassara, Admiral Magloan of the Aufa, and Ambassador Yebba of Avola. Chairman Hassara was sitting behind his desk. Tempest Hassara and Ambassador Yebba were seated on sofas across from the desk. Admiral Magloan was standing, making a hologram presentation near the wall. He was speaking as Argo entered the room “ these three locations in our estimate are the most crucial, and would require the most military intervention for security……”
The Chairman noticed Argo walking into the room. “Argo, your lack of punctuality is persistently exasperating.”
There was a pause in the room. Argo looked his father down as he walked over to a side table. He grabbed a piece of Belinean fruit and before biting into it, responded, “Difficult indeed, but I squeezed you in….”
Chairman Hassara was now staring at his son in a disapproving manner. After a few seconds, the Chairman looked back at the Admiral and said, “Please proceed, Admiral.”
The Admiral, clearly caught off guard by the father-son exchange, cleared his throat before proceeding. “As I was saying to Chairman Hassara, we are evaluating these three strategic areas that we feel have a large abundance of Vait. Ambassador Yebba has eliminated the Avolian Mining Guild, which has allowed The Council to negotiate contracts exclusively with the Majavkee Group to mine the Vait using our engineers to head the projects. As of now, the Vait supply is still fluid, for the most part.”
Argo was still eating his fruit. “Outstanding. Nothing else? Or do we need to discuss the weather on Avola this time of year?”
The Chairman glared at Argo before saying, “No, the Admiral was putting it kindly when he said ‘for the most part.’ Admiral…”
The Admiral then pointed to the other side of the planet. “This area here, The Avolian Government nor the Majavkee Lords have control of. It is occupied by the Valmay Opposition Group. These terrorists are in favor of restoring the local Mining Guild and eliminating the Council involvement.”
Argo was all about getting this meeting done as soon as possible. “But the Valmay Group is mining Vait as well, correct?”
The Ambassador responded, “We believe they are. Scanning the area shows cyclic residue and steam clouds, clear primary indicators of Vait mining. But they have not sold any of it. At least not to us.”
Argo was still confused. “I thought you just said the Vait supply was fluid?”
The Admiral continued, “It is Lord Argo. The increase of mining by the Majavkee has our Vait levels at an all-time high. Currently, we have a surplus of Vait, and we are waiting on the approval of the Council to increase purchasing and production.”
Lord Argo sarcastically asked, “Then I am not sure what the problem is. As long as we have a constant flow of Vait, let them deal with their petty disagreements.”
Tempest Hassara half smiled and asked, “Do you read any correspondence I send you?”
Argo smiled and responded, “Only the naked pictures, certainly not the boring stuff.”
The Admiral continued. “Well, unfortunately, that constant flow might be in jeopardy.
I believe Defense Director Hassara was referring to the file I sent her of the Valmay Opposition Group, taking out an entire Belinean Garrison, here (pointing to the map area). They also managed to steal an entire C-24 Cargo ship full of Vait. It resulted in fourteen Aufa soldiers, all Belinean, and another four Majakee security detail killed in action. The area is still not secure.”
Malovex responded. “Fine. Have Tempest send in a few battlecruisers. A whole battalion and a couple of AuFa regiments should end this quarrel quickly.”
The Chairman now got up and sarcastically said, “Well, thank you, Argo for coming up with a conclusion that the four of us already made last week. ”
Argo looked miffed. He took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and said, “You already did that….”
The Avolian Ambassador Yebba now spoke. “Yes, the AuFa already did. I am afraid it is more complicated than that, my Lord. Our atmosphere, given our proximity to our star and the considerable mining that we do, has created a thick cloud of electric gases, often leaving the planet in a perpetual dusky haze throughout the day. It also makes travel from space to the surface nearly impossible. The exception being these four-atmosphere tunnels that block the electrical and gas currents. They allow ships to fly in and out through the 32 kilometer stretch of atmosphere. We are currently building a fifth one, but it is costly.”
Argo sat directly up while his sister was still laid back in her chair. “I have read about the tunnels, Ambassador. There is no other way in or out?”
The Ambassador shook his head. “No, my Lord, not that we have figured out in centuries. There have been rumors of pirates being able to navigate tiny ships through. But those are just rumors. No one I know has ever seen it done. “
Lord Argo now had a plan. “And there is a Battle Cruiser or AuFA presence at the top of every tunnel?”
The Admiral added, “Yes, my Lord. Between the Battle Cruisers and Patrol ships, we have effectively put an embargo on the Valmay Opposition Group. They are getting no supplies and not selling any Vait, if they have it. Yet, somehow they are getting stronger.”