To all,
Due to the interest in this series, here is Chapter 24. My apologies for the late delivery. Life is funny and one must take the good with the bad.
For those of us with passion, dealing in the human norm of bureaucracy can be maddening. But it seems to be the norm for all human societies that evolve beyond the hunter-gatherer stage.
Us explorers, artists, and adventurers, only hope to leave an acknowledged 'smudge' on history. We do hope that 'smudge' is fantastic, no matter what it is, and looks amazing 100 years from now.
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 hopefully enjoying them.
As we play in this year of 2021, please stay safe and sane.
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They watched as Aya turned away from the center of the recording device. There was a flicker and then she turned back.
"Poppa, beware of the new Tiffany."
And the cube stopped projecting and there was silence.
Everyone at the table looked at Lord Drew waiting on his reaction.
"And that would be my daughter Aya, trying to save worlds," Drew finished and slowly got up.
"The last day or so has pushed even my limits. Give me a bit to think through all of the items we discussed and what to do, if anything about Aya," Drew sighed,
'Lord Drew my ass,' he thought and walked to the private potion of his patio near the beehive. He heard from behind him a mental muttering of 'playing with damn insects...' he assumed from Thing One since she was space born and the most vocal. She could never quite get used to small things flying, crawling, or slithering around her.
It had not taken Drew long to find the beauty and simplicity of having a huge hive of bees on his deck. DB had made a copy of his hive and sent it over as a gift. The bees found it on their own. They were not a quiet pastime. Having a 2-meter cube sitting on a raised stand and having bees the size of small birds buzzing about did unnerve some people.
But Drew found the simplicity and order of their lives to be calming. While the concept of 'all for one and one for all' would never really work in the world of differing species and especially humans, earth bees and these 'bees' had found that harmony.
He enjoyed their hum, the comings and goings and the begging for food. The Kettle seemed to be as enthralled as he was. The 'Cats and Foxies' not so much.
The bees were omnivorous and so after a little bit of inadvertent sharing, the bees knew to come begging for food when other species came to visit the hive. They were polite about it though. They would land at the edge of the table and just fan their wings until treats were offered.
The servants brought a plate of fruits, meats, and cheeses when he went off to his private place. He shared this simple repast with his buzzing friends and enjoyed the effortlessness of the moment.
Drew wished it were later so he could sit here and relax with a glass of wine and the thrum of the hive.
But the Sword of Damocles was ever in his mind, and he had a planet to shepherd. The weight of that was daunting. This was why he was happy to help Target escape the weighted mantel, or at least that is what he told himself.
One of the younger bees became more aggressive and hovered in front of his hand that held an earth grape. His mind clicked to the here and now and offered the grape. The bee flew off to share with the hive. His mind immediately shifted back to the pathway of the past.
He had awoken in the captain's chair on the last remaining ship of the Pride. It had taken him a short time to know that at that moment, his life had shifted. Those shifts in his life, going to space, surviving capture, being thrust into leadership of the Pride, were very linear. There were few options to be taken, or no options, just survival.
Those that he came to love had died. Meme, Tiffany, and Kay had died in their own way, but with a singular focus, protection of the Pride. He had come a long way since awakening in that chair. All of it had been with a single focus, 'Protect the Pride.'
And that had been done, with enormous sacrifice from himself and those around him.
The "PRIDE" itself had now changed. While Its Cat lineage had largely escaped to areas controlled completely by Cats, his version of the "Pride" encompassed all forms of creatures. To him it was still the 'Pride', just an expanded version.
'So how was he to protect this amalgamation of creatures, cultures and associated problems that came with it?' he thought and pondered.
It was time to find another way.
***
Lord Drew of the Pride stood on the dais and looked over the crowd. He had walked up slowly and early, played with his pad, and did not evoke silence. He heard laughter to one side and a plethora of different languages.
He knew that somehow his speech to the Queen, edited for her benefit, had "somehow" made it to social media. The Sword of Damocles was now a fable for this world, to be told forever to teach a lesson. He assumed it was Ren that did the editing, and well done it was.
He stayed quiet for a while longer. Unlike when he arrived at this meeting several years ago, members of this group were not going to be accused of fascism and treason. The original Odessa mob were shipped off back to earth, or worse.
The rumors of the more recent 'vanishings', as they were now called, did not seem to strike up the same concerns. The vanishings would be a talking point during part of these meetings. He would take the blame upon himself and make it another object lesson for those in attendance.