"Fuck!" John snarled, incensed that the Brimorians were causing him even more problems. *Let me get this straight... the Maliri fleets won't make it in time, so now we're rushing to save the Kintark from an Enclave invasion?!*
*That's correct,* Edraele replied mournfully.
*Except we won't make it in time either,* Alyssa added, sounding heavily distracted.
John froze. *What do you mean?*
*It's kinda tricky to talk right now. Come up to the Bridge.*
He fastened up his trousers and reached for his T-shirt. *On my way.*
The door to Jade's quarters slid open, admitting the nude Nymph herself. She padded barefoot across the floor, then wrapped her arms around him, pressing her warm breasts against his bare chest.
"You were wonderful with her, Master... simply wonderful!" she gushed, gazing adoringly into his eyes.
Before he could say anything, Jade pressed her lips against his, giving him a tender kiss that was full of heartfelt emotion. As lovely as that was, John had been all set to sprint to the Command Deck and was hyped-up for action. The Nymph's languid sensuality took him completely by surprise, not at all what he was expecting from her in a crisis situation.
With her tongue lovingly duelling his, conducting a regular conversation proved to be a challenging prospect. *Err Jade... I need to get to the Bridge,* he prompted her, resorting to telepathy.
*I know...* she cooed, hugging him with surprising strength and making no move to let go. *But I love you so much... and you're just so deliciously kissable, Master!*
He squeezed her gloriously pert rump, making Jade gasp and give him a sultry smile. It also temporarily stopped the lusty Nymph from coiling her tongue around his and allowed him to talk again.
"Let me go speak to Alyssa, then I'll come back... I promise," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
Jade giggled and nodded, then fell back on the bed and snuggled Ailita from behind. She began to purr contentedly, a serene expression on her face.
*It looks like I turned Jade into a love drunk,* John said to his blonde matriarch, while slipping out of the Nymph's quarters.
*It's rude to talk about a lady behind her back,* the Nymph protested, before her infectious laughter echoed through his mind.
*I wasn't... you heard every word,* he said with a smile, as he leaped into the grav-tube. *Now, quiet down for a minute or I'll have to shut you out of my mind, okay?*
Jade's laughter cut off in an instant, the sudden silence eerily abrupt.
The fact that Alyssa didn't make any comment about Jade's behaviour was ample proof of how distracted she was. When John reached the Command Deck and stepped out of the grav-tube, he saw the blonde leaning forward in her XO chair, staring intently at the holographic Sector Map in the centre of the Bridge.
Calara was sitting beside her and when she saw John had arrived, rushed down the steps to greet him. "Alyssa's trying to navigate a safe course to the Dragon March, but there's huge numbers of merchant and civilian traffic near Alpha Centauri."
"So we're en route to Kinta instead of Genthalas," John said, walking up the illuminated steps to the Command Podium.
She nodded, her beautiful face shadowed with worry. "Alyssa assumed you'd want to change course... but we're not going to reach the Imperial homeworld before the Brimorians arrive."
He frowned as he sat down in his Command Chair. "Didn't you tell me that we'd be able to make it in time?"
"Yes, but we've made so many diversions since then," she protested, looking at him anxiously. "A couple of hours detour to pick up my dad and Mateo, docking with the Epiphron to build my mom's new car, the wedding at Olympus, dealing with Khatri... it all added up."
John rubbed a hand over his face. "Shit."
Calara's expression was grim. "Even going full speed, we'll arrive hours after the Brimorians. The two Kintark fleets are massively outnumbered and at a big tech disadvantage; they have no chance of repelling the Enclave forces... absolutely none."
"But we're still flying there anyway?" John asked, staring at Alyssa's projected flight path that snaked past scores of systems towards the Dragon March.
The Latina looked at him in astonishment. "Seriously? You don't want to try to save the Kintark?"
John watched Alyssa's incredible navigation skills in action as she guided the white battlecruiser towards Groombridge 34, a yellow star only eleven light years from Terra. His eyes flicked to Alpha Centauri and he couldn't help wondering where his parents were lurking. It rankled that Rahn'hagon had ignored the banishment from Federation territory, but John grimaced and realised he shouldn't have expecting anything else from his father.
The Invictus shook violently as it plunged into the gravity well, then the vibrations fell away as the hyper-warp bow wave reared up over the prow. They raced around the star on the holo-map, skipping forward in short jumps as the navigation computer struggled to keep up. Clearing the edge of the system, the white battlecruiser weaved around freighter traffic at astounding speed, giving the merchant ships a wide berth to avoid obliterating them with their wake.
"What do you think we should do?" John asked, turning to face Calara.
She nibbled at her lip, indecision in her eyes.
"Just tell me what the wisest strategic decision is in your opinion," he urged her, clasping her hand and giving it an encouraging squeeze. "I don't care how callous it sounds."
Straightening, Calara met his questioning gaze. "We should fly directly to Genthalas and focus on securing Larn'kelnar's fleet assets. Tamolith and the Kintark forces have no strategic value in the Progenitor War and can be ignored. We should still order the Maliri fleets to wipe out the Brimorian invaders, to prevent the Enclave from conquering what's left of the Kintark Empire."
"If we let the Brimorians destroy Tamolith's forces and demolish Mar'Trinark Shipyard, the Kintark will never recover, will they? With no way of rebuilding enough ships to defend themselves, the Empire will be systematically picked apart by the Terran Federation, the Brimorian Enclave, and even the Drakkar."
"That would be my assessment, yes," she agreed solemnly.
John grimaced and sighed in frustration, then reached over to his console and activated the comms interface. He made a secure call and a stunning young brunette answered a few seconds later.
"John?" the sleepy Fleet Admiral asked, rubbing her eyes. "Everything okay?"
"Hi, Marie," John replied, emphasising her undercover name. "Please could you ask your Aunt to clear a path for us to the Dragon March. I need her to issue an executive order banning all civilian and military traffic from our route. It's for their own safety and we need it done immediately."
Lynette blinked in surprise. "Err... okay. I'll pass the message on."