To all,
Due to the interest in this series, here is Chapter 20. My apologies to those that focus on a certain aspect of these stories, this one has no sex. Sorry, just did not squeeze it in. Promise to do better in the future...😊
It's time to get back into space. Bureaucrats will start to creep in on the ground on both series. It is inevitable in the reaches of human societies. Cockroaches, bureaucrats and at least one accountant to keep track of them, will rule the world for all eternity.
Us explorers, artists, and adventurers, only hope to leave an acknowledged smudge on history.
Any aliens, real or imagined, are purely a construct of my twisted and warped mind.
I thank everyone so much for reading my stories and enjoying them.
As we enter and play in this year of 2021, please stay safe and sane.
Part 20
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El frowned but did as directed. She was shocked but there they were. Two small scout ships and one the size of a destroyer all outlined in a fuzzy output display.
"They think they are invisible, but they are mistaken. It's our little secret among the smugglers." The captain paused and swung his chair around to look at El's station. He had a plasma weapon laying in his lap.
"Think of this and the next two days as a gift to your Lord Drew. And welcome to my ship, Intelligence Officer Electra. Your partner in your little adventure should be stowed in your cabin about now." El flicked he eyes and saw other bridge crew with weapons drawn.
"What? Do your think that you were the only one to have secret contacts in Earth's intelligence communities?" the smuggler captain commented while smiling.
"I am offering a deal. I want us and the other smugglers...well all that want to, to be legitimate. To be an independent merchant class, to come and go from Cat space freely. We wish to expand with it and grow beyond our current loose affiliations." He paused, "In exchange, you will receive the information we have about what has happened in this sector and what we see as the natural outcome. Plus, I believe our partnership will have other benefits, since the Cats do not have a merchant marine fleet.'
He paused again, "I know of you and your reputation. The main reason you are not floating dead in space is because I know you fed the Earth space forces incorrect data and so saved countless smuggler ships and spacers. So now Electra, what say you? Will Lord Drew talk of sharing his space with lowly smugglers?"
El just smiled and responded, "Its El but you already know I hate the name Electra, don't you? As for the main question, yes, I have already been authorized to negotiate with you 'lowly smugglers.' Now either take me back to your cabin and let me fuck you to death, or open hailing frequencies and let's see where the next two days take us."
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Drew sat on the foundation looking down the valley. It had been quite a while since he had sat on this same piece of concrete contemplating life. The last time ended in revenge.
This time, for renewal and hopeful insight.
He could feel their presence. And he knew that that they knew, and so on. The large male came up behind him and Drew could feel his exhale. The skin and hairs at the base of Drew's neck stood on end and goose bumped accordingly.
The large male came to stand beside him. He was magnificent. He was the younger pup that had growled before at Drew during their first meeting. He had later replaced the huge silverback...when it was time. He was now huge, and easily matched his sire in size and strength. The large male Alpha sat beside Drew as the silverback had done before.
Drew slowly reached up under his neck and they made their connection. Drew found the same contradiction inside the younger alpha as he had from the older male. Having to breech eons of Darwinist drive to sit with a human and allow a sharing...instead of attacking and feeding. The younger Alpha knew that the survival of the pack was because of Drew. He may not have had the language to express it, but deep down, the Alpha and the pack knew.
They knew that there was a symbiotic relationship between this odd group of creatures that lived in their strange above ground caves, and the survival and growth of the pack. Drew was taken aback how easy it was to just sit and watch the sun rise over the mountains next to this prime predator. The smell of pine, the wolves and the mountain were refreshing.
He had left the Cat home-world the day before. With the ability of DB, he traveled to warn Earth of what they had found out about the 'Damned.' They were headed this way, due to the natural resources of this planet. The same reasoning the Roaches had for their venture. That and a plethora of overfed, soft, meek, feeding stock...humans.
The refurbished Compound was the easy destination. Others could travel here and not have the eavesdropping of the press. Elsa and Adrian had moved all the earth-bound ex-slaves to the compound once the illegal slavery operations had become public. Very public, much to the embarrassment of multiple governmental officials from multiple countries.
Drew's fear and loathing of transitioning had been palatable, but with DB's quickness and guidance he has arrived at the Cat Compound on Earth with only a minimum of sickness. He was pleased with its rebuilding and resurgence as a place of peace and safety on Earth for all species.
Elsa and a large pack of lawyers had been needed to bring things back to parody after they left for Cat space. There had been moments of known vigilante and vandalism against the Compound from 'unknown' sources while under the oversite of his father. But when Drew had defeated and embarrassed the Northern Alliance fleet, the NA had wrecked the compound on purpose.
Luckily, they were stupid enough to do it with uniformed troops, so the lawyers had a field day. Never admitting to culpability, they paid and paid dearly. They never did quite understand the tech, but all the damage was recorded and transmitted for evidence. The NA found nothing because Drew knew what his past countrymen were capable of. They just found empty caverns, and more empty caverns under the beautiful compound buildings.
Now the compound was surrounded by a double layered 12-foot-high fence system, sensors galore, drone patrols and lack of satellite observance. Drew had to smile at that one. Each time they tried to place a satellite over the compound, it went missing. Accusations were made and scoffed at. The replacement cost was so prohibitive that they finally gave up.
And the wolves were provided for. Secret tunnels led under the fence to a breeding cavern within the compound. Ground based security was not needed in the compound at night, because the compound belonged to the wolves in the dark. The symbiotic relationship was good for all species.
The sun finally cleared the top of mountain and shafts of strong light filled the glade in front of the tower foundation. Drew was about to stand when he felt the male shift. Drews head was lightly shoved and a she-wolf trotted out with a pup in her mouth. She gently laid the mewing pup at his feet and there was a menacing growl. The she-wolf then backed away showing fear of the Alpha.
