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The following is the end of a dream in a series of dreams that lasted over two years. They were borne out a desire for the vengeance of good over evil.
Episode Two: Wrong Aim - Conclusion
The stars shined harmlessly, like fireflies on earth. From a distance, stars seem so nice as they twinkle, gentle and pretty. Closer they are blazing cauldrons of tremendous heat and deadly electromagnetic radiation of various frequencies and wavelengths. Comets streaking across the sky are sometimes considered good luck to those who wish upon a falling star. But that depends on whom it lands on. All in all, objects from space are better seen from afar.
When Frances of Venus entered sector 12 of the Rem Alliance territory, no one was calm. Scout ships saw her advance several light years away and reported her approach like a countdown. Sometimes they would see a bluish white streak go into a dark space and exit far in the distance. Gravity monitors jumped for an instant indicating something very large was moving into the sector.
Three groups in particular waited nervously. Aboard the starship Venture, Nefti looked out at the stars from the cafeteria. She was a golden tanned woman with soft green eyes and long shiny red hair. Lately, she had tried to take her mind off the meeting with Ambassador Frances by trying to make herself look more beautiful than ever. She knew of Frances' intense weakness for other women and she was secretly going to try to impress Frances with her beauty. Maybe Frances might not want to kill her right away or at all. If only she got a chance to talk to her.
She knew Frances was telepathic. Then Frances would know that Nefti was telling the truth when she told her that she had thought she was on the side of the good guys when she fired the torpedoes that killed Frances' lover. The conflict in space was to be part of the crusade to win back long stolen territory from a supposedly deadly group, in the Qari zone. Major Nefti and all the other soldiers of the Rem Alliance didn't know they had been deceived and were actually taking over Qari territory for their council's financial gain. The council wanted control of the mineral rights. Nefti hoped that Frances would understand their mistake ... and care.
Danii, the ships empath and others had tried to calm Nefti but she felt so alone and afraid to feel guilty, lest she not convince Frances. She didn't feel she deserved death. No matter how she tried she couldn't stop the tears. That made everyone near her nervous. That's why she had just left the bridge. Her only solace was that Captain Eastwood seemed confident and remained calm. Now the fear was spreading in this room.
On earth, The Galactic Federation forum was loud and chaotic. Many were there to hear of the approaching nightmare. The telepathic Liaisons of Venus were gathered to report whatever Frances thought projected to them as she approached. The vultures were gathered to take over trade routes and contracts of the Rem Alliance. Some were trying to sell useless weapons that were said to be effective against Frances, based on the Report One data crystal.
Oddly enough, the Federation itself had started a Research and Development covert project with only one council member responsible for it's operation. Its avenues of exploration were machines to destroy stars and biotech to kill telepaths. The councilman had never been asked to do this, only hinted. If caught, Frances would be horribly brutal, but the risk was that she wouldn't attack the Federation - just him. Many in the forum were already saying she was way too powerful, even though she didn't interfere in the politics of most of Federation members. The Venture got the dangerous task of gathering info on Frances because of the many people that she liked on the Venture.
On Rem, Kondale, head Minister of the Alliance had not slept all night. His tall frame looked somewhat haggard and bent. His long hair and reddish brown skin looked good outside after he applied cosmetics, but inside he felt tired and worried. Last night he had the dubious pleasure of deciding who escapes before the Ambassador arrives and who stays and maybe dies. He had secretly sent away some of the best minds of the Alliance to a remote colony, but he was afraid to alert the masses. He had requested a Liaison from The Federation to help deal with Ambassador Frances. The first thing Amel told him was that no one deals with Frances; there are only levels of submission. Amel, like most Liaisons of the Ambassador was beautiful. A short curly blonde with a cute girlish face, she was usually taken for a timid being. Usually that impression lasted no longer than her introduction. Her frame was curvaceous, athletic and strong, just like her personality.
"You need to get your people going on Phase One of the disintegration of the indentured servant system" was the second thing she told him.
"Hello, to you too." he said as he looked first at her eyes, then face, then her ample breasts in her clear blouse.
"I'm sorry Minister, but I hope you will not consider me tactless or rude, but you will have to be extremely tactful and submissive when you meet with Frances. She plays parliamentary rules, but the stakes are ridiculously high. I want you to get used to me being rude, because the last thing you will do is lose your composure and be rude to Frances. Literally - the last thing."
Kondale looked bothered. "I got the crystal from Devout One Baltis of the military. I read Report One. How do things look?"
"So far OK, but you've got to move fast."
"My council members won't readily embrace this Phase One draft I've been working on. Your suggestions will spell disaster to some of the interests of the lobbyist."
"Sir, with all the submissiveness I can present to you, I plead with you that if there is resistance in the council you must invoke martial law. You may be called upon to arrest and kill those who speak out while Frances is here, just to pacify her."
