All That Glitters

Final of The Second Denders Summit, Unaayel attacks.

The Second Denders Summit comes to a conclusion but ends in tragedy for the Asocans.

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Due to the number of abbreviations, ship listings, and list of characters, in this story, I include a glossary that is now in a stand-alone chapter called

'All That Glitters: Notes'

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There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary to read previous chapters to fully understand where we are.

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A big shout out to SaddleRider and my other editors, who wish to remain anonymous, for all their help.. With their guidance, I'm making fewer and fewer errors. If you find any errors still left in this chapter, they are mine, as I have ignored sage advise to make a silly point.

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Warship Astigalin, The Dalagent System, Eighty-Six Light Years from AsocAR, The Asocan Realm

"What has happened?" Admiral Rudolph Grazia, Admiral of the Grazia Pirate Fleet, demanded of his aide, Commander James Brallier.

"Johnson has attacked another slave, sir," Commander Brallier replied. "He beat her pretty badly. She may not survive."

"How many times has he been demoted recently?" Grazia demanded.

"The former Chief Petty Officer First Class has been demoted to Senior Spacer, sir. That is several reductions in rank since we have left Alliance space."

"And he has not amended his ways in attacking fellow crewmen?" Grazia stated more than asked.

"Yes, sir. He now keeps his attacks confined to slaves. However, this is the third such attack and the most serious in nature. We do not have sufficient slaves for him to continue beating," Brallier told his boss.

"If I recall, all hands have been ordered not to beat the slaves, as we cannot replace them for the foreseeable future, is that correct?" Grazia asked.

"Yes, sir. That is correct. Johnson was specifically informed of this the second time he beat a slave, sir," his aide replied.

"Give him a trial and then space him. I know that the men are feeling a little down at the moment because we have left human space, but we can no longer tolerate disobedience from the crew like Johnson's," Grazia ordered.

The aide gave a formal salute and left. Hearing a sound, Grazia turned to his guest, Imbuff Mutt Shemet. The Asocan was the hand of his new employer, Martte Unaayel.

"Do you find this harsh?" Grazia demanded of the Asocan.

"No, Admiral. We Asocans understand the need for discipline among the military. At least you are giving him a trial," Imbuff replied tongue in cheek.

"The trial isn't for Johnson, Imbuff, it is for the rest of the crew. As you say, we must maintain discipline and this action will enforce this with the crew," Grazia indicated. That got a nod of understanding from the Asocan.

"When do we begin?" Grazia wanted to know.

"My understanding is that Martte Unaayel will come to this ship before we start. She is finishing the groundwork she needs to eject >Catal Mutt Herrtt as the Asoc and take her place. That should be ready by the end of this week in human terms," Imbuff told him.

"In four days time then?" Grazia wanted to know.

"That is the anticipation," Imbuff conceded.

"You may convey to Martte Unaayel that we will be ready," Grazia told her, getting a nod and a smile from Imbuff, though Grazia was still working to understand Asocan fascial expressions.

She bowed to the Admiral as she left his office. She did not like being on this ship with these humans. They looked down on her as if she was not their equal.

Do they not understand that this is Asocan space and they are the ones who are not OUR equal?

she thought to herself. She realized that these people were tools to Martte Unaayel but she would give her personal opinion of them people to her boss. While they needed their ships and, for the moment, the crew, Imbuff was adamant that this same crew not be retained after they had completed their task and Asocan crews were trained to take over...

The Presidential Compound, Capital City, Terra, The Sol System

Angelique Aubuchon woke early, as she did all her life. The life of a restaurateur was a harsh one, demanding dedication and discipline. But this morning, she did not wake up alone. She smiled to herself when she remembered who she was with and where she was. 'The House' indeed.

Her eyes wandered upwards along his body until she saw that Wilford's eyes were open too and looking at her. He smiled at her and placed his hand on her head, gently rubbing her scalp with his fingers. Oh, that felt good. She sighed to let him know she liked what he was doing.

"Do you have to go so soon?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I assume that you are awake early because you need to be at work early. That is true of me. The staff will be knocking on the door soon to let me know that my morning brief is ready," he told her.

"I called my father last night and asked if he could come in to do the morning preparations. He told me that I had competent staff and that I should make use of them, though I am sure that he will 'suddenly' show up at the restaurant to make sure nothing gets overlooked.

"That's just to let you know that, no, I do not have to rush away. I am sorry to hear that you will have to," Angelique said, giving him a sad smile.

The President opened his comp, leaving the vid feed closed. "Marlene, can you hold the morning brief for a bit? Angelique and I have something to discuss," the President said to his comp.

"Yes, I can imagine what you will be 'discussing', sir, with your vid locked out," Marlene giggled.

"No rumours now, Marlene, there will be enough of that from the media," the President said rather gruffly.

"We can postpone the brief for up to 45 minutes, sir. I am sure that will give you enough time for your 'discussion', Marlene giggled and cut the link.

"Damn. The whole House will be rife with rumours now," the President said, getting a giggle from Angelique.

"Well you are, after all, the President, Wilford. When a widowed President gets interested in another woman, it is a newsworthy event," Angelique told him.

"It shouldn't be," Wilford replied with a sigh. "In the meantime, there is something that I would like to discuss with you..."

"Our potential future?" Angelique interrupted. "I am willing to go further in this, Wilford. We have known each other since before you lost your wife. We have been good friends all this time. I like you and, from what we did last night, I'm thinking that you like me. Or am I imagining things?"

"No, you are not imagining things, Angelique. I am interested in making this something more permanent. But there is the downside of who I am. You might have to step back from your work for a time," the President told her.

"What!?" Angelique suddenly sat up. "Are you saying that you want this to go to the next stage, Wilford, to make this something more than simple friends with benefits?"

"Well, Grace did ask if she should start calling you 'mommy'," the President told her. For now, we can continue as being just a nice couple."

That got a surprised look and a slow smile from Angelique. "I kind of like that idea..."

"Which one?" the President asked. But Angelique simply smiled at him.

Wilford gave her his own slow smile and leant in to kiss her. It would take the entire 45 minutes allocated to them before the President was ready for breakfast and his morning brief. Breakfast in bed, wearing nothing but a big, fluffy robe with the President's seal on, it was a unique experience for Angelique, as the two were fed before the President went to his private office, Angelique was purposely not included in the brief. She took the time to shower and get ready for her day.

Raymond and Liea's Villa, Denders Resort, South-West Coast of North America, Terra, The Sol System

Alya woke when Raymond stirred. She was becoming sensitive to being around him and was becoming responsive to his needs, as he was to hers and Joyce's.

"Time to get up?" she asked.

"Yes, we have to conduct our morning exercises. It sets the example to my people," Raymond explained.

"You couldn't set up a more decent hour?" Joyce grumbled from the other side of him, getting giggles from Alya.

"Exercise is conducted before shift changes on the ship," Raymond told them. "We have to give the crew time to shower, change, and eat before they go on shift. The morning shift begins at First Shift Eight Bells, that's 0800 hrs, so the morning exercise is rather early. The afternoon exercise session is at 14:00 hrs, which gives the evening crew the same timings for their 16:00 hrs start of shift. The night crew starts at 22:00 for their shift at midnight."

"Three shifts?" Alya stated more than asked.

"Four actually, three on and one off at all times," Raymond explained. "We could go for three, two on and one off, but that makes for very long days working the systems. The Navy has found that three shifts a day work better than two. The forth shift means we always have fresh crews.

"Crew starts at 08:00 hrs for two shifts, then moves to the evening session at 16:00 hrs for two shifts and finishes two shifts overnight. They then have two shifts off, doing things for themselves. Most work at lessons for improving their education or getting ahead in rank. Even when they are 'off' shift, the crew will do exercises.

"However, we will not have the opportunity to lay abed today as I need to speak to the leadership about last night's incident. That means we have to get ready to participate in the morning exercises at the Plaza del Sol and be at breakfast at 07:15 hrs this morning ladies," Raymond stated, pulling the sheets off their naked bodies and heading to the closet.

Main Cafeteria, Denders Resort, Terra, The Sol System

Raymond and the ladies made it to the cafeteria at 07:15 hrs, giving them just enough time for a quick breakfast. However, the big event of the morning was a news item showing the events of last night. The trio had arrived at the beginning of a repeat loop...

"Welcome viewers to the Interplanetary News Network's Morning News Bites," said the announcer, a pretty young lady with red hair. "This morning we have an interesting item that occurred at an event hosted last night by Wilford J. Holloway, the President of the Union.

"The President held a formal for his teenage daughter and the teenage children of the Leadership of the Greater Community. We never got the opportunity to go inside what was billed as a 'family affair'. However, things got interesting outside near the end of the evening, when the Right Reverend Mike Hollister brought his devoted following to put down another 'attempt by the Greater Community to co-opt humans'. Well, as usual for the Reverend Hollister, things didn't go quite as he expected."

The image shifted suddenly to show Reverend Hollister and his minions confronting the partiers and specifically the Asoc, the announcer explaining the event. "The Reverend Hollister insulted the Asoc, who suddenly turned on him."

"Why are you being so silly?" asked the Asoc. "Do you not know how important humans are to the Greater Community? You will advance the community many hundreds of years because of your modifications to our technology. You should be proud to be members of the Greater Community."

"How dare you speak to me so frivolously, alien," Hollister shouted.

The announcer once again put in her two hundredth credits worth. "Does he look nervous at being so close to the Asocan?" She asked of the audience. She let the playback continue.

"Take care in how you speak to me, human. I am the Asoc, the supreme ruler of the Asocan people. Asocans are a warrior race. We are far more powerful, far more aggressive, and far more deadly than humans can ever imagine," the Asoc roared, opening her mouth wide and showing her formidable array of teeth as she snapped her jaws shut with a loud retort.

The watchers all saw the humans in Hollister's group scream in sudden fear, the media on location suddenly focusing on the new situation.

"Asoc, bad!" said a tiny voice. The cameras turned as the humans stopped screaming and looked to see a little girl wagging her finger at the rather large, toothy, Asocan.

"Not be mean to people," said another small but imperious voice from a second little girl.

"But, they were mean to me first," the Asoc stated, trying to explain herself.

"You 'portant person," the second little girl said. "Not scare people."

"I believe she means that you are important and that you should be setting the example, Asoc," said the beautiful woman holding one of the children.

The news announcer stopped the playback again..."The woman speaking is Dame Junelliya Atohan Harlen and the children are her family's children, Ikekia and Zarrenia. They are scolding this 'big, bad, alien, who is trying to take over the human sphere', according to Mike Hollister." Once again she started the playback.

"You say sorry," one of the little girls told the Asoc.

"They started it," the Asoc said, her hands were behind her back, and her head was turned aside, her foot digging in the dirt, looking for all the world like a child being scolded, though this child's foot was digging up great clods of dirt.

"Look at what she is doing to the dirt with her feet..." the announcer told the viewers, zooming the image in on the great clumps of dirt being kicked up. "Can you imagine the damage those feet could do?"

The two little girls had folded their arms and were waiting on the Asoc.

"I am sorry that you lot are too stupid to know that Asocans don't eat intelligent beings," the Asoc said with a grumble.

"No, say right," said one of the girls.

"Oh, all right. I apologize for having frightened you. Now please go away, you are embarrassing me in front of my friend's daughters," the Asoc said.

"Is that better?" the Asoc asked the two children.

"Yes, Aunty >Catal," one of the little girls said as they both raised their arms to the big alien.

"You called me 'Aunty'," the Asoc said, stunned surprise showing on her face.

"You do good, get treat," a little girl said as the pair hugged the huge head of the great beast. They both rubbed their faces against the Asoc's, who closed her eyes in delight.

"By the Gods! Those children are just so adorable," the announcer gushed.

"So these are the fearsome aliens that The Right Reverend Mike Hollister wishes us to be afraid of? This great leader is no monster. I have been informed that she is a recent mother, whose children are now in the care of others as she tends to her duties here at the Second Denders Summit. I know many mothers who have a hard time being separated from their children and I would venture, from the way the Asoc is reacting to those adorable tykes, that the Asoc too is missing her children.

"And as for Mike Hollister...what should we expect of him next? I mean, these member races of the Greater Community are not exactly what you would call 'cuddly' are they? But what if they were?

"What happens if we encounter a race of mobile cute, cuddly, Teddy Bears, Reverend Hollister? Do we run from them, enter combat with them, or hug them? Well, we know what Mike Hollister wants us to do, don't we..."

"This is Katherine Klassen, with your Morning News Bites." The announcer said, signing off.

The ending drew some comments from those in attendance...

"What? Am I not cuddly?" the Asoc asked of no one in particular. "My clutch has no difficulty hugging me, and neither do Ikekia and Zarrenia," the Asoc stated, getting laughter from all around the cafeteria as the two little girls held up their arms and gave the great beast warm hugs to the cheers of all present.

Just then, Hanalei saw someone she knew. "Ohi!!" she called out, drawing the attention of her friend.

"Hi, Hanalei, Junelliya, Fayad. How are you today?" asked Dr. Aruna Ohiraha.

"Me!" said Ikekia. "Me!" said Zarrenia.

"Oh, my! Who have we here? I don't think I ever saw you two in person before," Ohi said, leaning down to talk to the two little girls.

"We are good," Hanalei said. "More importantly, why are you here, or should I hazard a guess and say that you are planning to show off your new farm protection shield?"

"Got it in one," Ohi smiled at Hanalei.

"Why here, Ohi?" Junelliya asked.

"We were looking for a site that we knew the members of the Greater Community were familiar with," Ohi told them. "We didn't really want to have to move all over the Greater Community, set up the shield and hope for some kind of event that required the protection of the device. We knew that the Greater Community was going to be here for this summit, so we figured we could place the shield here as an actual test site. Worked out better than expected when we had the recent Derecho wind event. This gave the site an actual example that we can refer to.

"How long will you be here?" Fayad asked.

"Until Monday. Then we head back to Liramor Prime," Ohi told them. "With several daily flights going to and from Liramor Prime/Terra, it makes it very easy for us.

"It also allows us to take in the concert on Saturday," Ohi told them conspiratorially, getting laughter from the group as Hanalei gave them all an 'I told you so' look.

Day Thirteen of the Second Denders Summit, Gold Conference Room, Denders Resort, Terra, The Sol System

The leadership was in a good mood this morning, still feeling high from the formal dance and the aftermath. The conversation was lively as the guests recalled special moments from the event.

"Good morning all. Just a note, Raymond would like to speak with the senior leadership, especially those of you who visited his ship during your stay here. He has something of note to demonstrate to you.

"This morning, we have the President and Minister Ronter for a signing ceremony in the theater. This will be the final diplomatic event of the summit. This afternoon, we have François Pallanders of Pallanders shipyard here to sign contracts with the senior leadership of the Greater Community for the ships that have been ordered from his company. He will be in Conference Room Five all afternoon. A schedule has been made and is posted at the entrance to the conference center. If you want the signing to be a media event, please check with Cynthia Stewart. I believe that she has set up some cameras in the room that can be worked remotely. They can be turned on as required or kept off if you do not want it broadcast.

"Because of the signing ceremony, there is nothing in the theatre today. Tomorrow, the Council of Empaths has requested the theatre for their use from 09:00 to 12:00 hrs for the introduction of new empaths and GME's to the council. The public is welcome, but please give priority to the participants. This event will be recorded by Cynthia Stewart so you can watch it from anywhere in the resort.