The purple skinned woman stood in the doorway at the medical center. She looked in the room and saw a woman with skin like polished marble viewing a recorded message from a man and a young child with the same complexion. Endira Vas watched the reunion in front of her with conflicting emotions.
One feeling was contempt for the Verokk for taking over her homeworld and claiming to be the descendants of the lost colony of Muldax Gamma. The other was one of extreme sadness. Vas saw the Verokk woman, Lackett Zira, tearfully watching the message from the holographic images of her daughter and bond mate. Vas tried not to think about how long it had been since she had seen her own family.
Vas let out a weary sigh when she saw Zira look over at her with her eerily glowing eyes, a result of the treatment the human doctors had used to give the formerly blind woman sight, and was beckoned into the room. Vas didn't know why, but she accepted the invitation.
"You must be Endira Vas," Zira said, wiping the tears from luminous blue eyes. "I was told that you might be coming by."
Vas gently rubbed at the back of her neck where she had received the nanite injection. In theory those nanites would follow the blood flow to Vas's brain, cross the blood/brain barrier, and set up in her frontal cortex. There they would network into a specialized neural implant that would block Verokk telepathy.
In theory.
Through studies of brain scans taken of Zira, they had found that the Verokk brain is pretty much identical to their Muldaxian cousins, and Zira had been able to add what she knew about the gene splices that gave some other Verokk their mind control abilities. Vas had volunteered to be the Muldaxian test subject to see if it worked. James Barret was the human test subject for a similar implant. Vas took a seat beside the other woman. "How much can you see now?"
"Right now, just shapes and shadows. I can't wait to actually see what Hikrad and Soli look like. My mate and daughter." She let out a sigh. "I couldn't see the holo, so I just listened to the message."
Vas nodded. "I'm curious about something. You put your family name before your given name. Have the Verokk kept all of our naming customs?" In Muldaxian society, the family name came before the individual name. Daughters were given their mother's family name, while sons were given that of their father.
Zira smiled. "We have. Believe it or not, there are still a lot of similarities," Zira said, "but more than a few differences. Those of us who want to reunify with our Muldaxian cousins know that there will never be a full return for us, nor should there be. We're our own people now, but we can still coexist."
Vas let out a barely audible growl. "Tell that to the Verokk who attacked me and tried to kill James."
"Damn High Born," Zira hissed. The inequity on her world between those who were genetically engineered from the ground up, and those like Zira who were conceived the old-fashioned way, always bothered her. Not because of the life she had endured, but because of what was in store for her daughter. "They're so convinced of their own superiority that they get pissed whenever anyone fails to notice it."
"That certainly describes Lady Riv," Vas said, referring to the Verokk they encountered on planet Haven; the Verokk who took control of Vas's mind and who nearly destroyed Barret's.
"She's a lady in title only," Zira said coldly. "Nadora Riv is as bad as they come."
"Nadora?" Vas didn't like how similar that name was to her own.
"Derived from Endira," Zira confirmed. "She's a distant cousin of yours. Which would explain why she was so determined to get her claws on you. She probably thinks she can use your DNA to stabilize her own."
Vas knew that a relative of hers had been lost on Muldax Gamma, but she didn't want to believe that one of her family had given rise to one of those monsters. She decided to change topics. "So. You and James are friends, huh?"
Zira chuckled. "It wasn't his first choice. He tried his damnedest to keep me at arm's length. I had to practically strong arm him into having a conversation with me."
"Is that when he broke his cover?" Barrett had been masquerading as a smuggler named Gideon Price, captain of the
Fool's Errand.
"No, Governor Larik'Ni gave him away." Zira settled in her seat a bit more. "She almost called James by his real name, or at least, I assume that's what she was going to call him. Unless she has some term of endearment for him that I don't know about."
"Other than 'lover,' I don't think there is one," Vas said. "She calls me the same thing."
Zira cocked an eyebrow. "Really now? Wow. Getting back on track, though, that little gaffe, combined with a reaction James had to the mention of your family's name, made it pretty easy for me to figure out who he was. The name James Barret is quite hated among the High Born elite, which means us Low Born absolutely love him! And I'm proud to call him my friend." Zira gave Vas a warm smile. "I hope in time, I can call you that as well."
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The shipyard at the Moon's Artemis Station was the most well known starship depot in the Sol System. Vessels of every size and shape imaginable could be found there, being repaired, sold, or built. It was here, in docking bay H-57, that the new
Arrowhead
was finally coming together. It had been three weeks since the modifications to the ship's defensive systems had been completed, and now its new owner was taking a crash course in its basic systems before embarking on a shakedown cruise.
James Barret gave the drive core one last diagnostic as he consulted with the manual. This was a much different propulsion system than the one he had on the original
Arrowhead
, and he wanted to be absolutely certain he knew what he was doing before they lifted off on their first run. He looked at the spherical structure that stretched high up to the vaulted ceiling. It had to be at least ten feet high, and was a lot bigger than the drive core he was used to. But then again, this was a bigger ship.
Barret smiled at his new ship. He was still getting to know this new
Arrowhead
, still trying to find her voice and her soul. He hoped that would happen on the upcoming shakedown cruise. He closed up the access plate to the main reactor and looked over at the status display on the control panel.
"How are we looking?" he asked the computer.
"Please restate question," the ship's computer replied.