Interface
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Kyra gestured to Vinni. “Vinnarolous Nehanic was called by Geviil. The planet has never found any of your species to be a suitable host. You don’t take well to psychic invasions. Those of Dhema, however, though they deny their psychic leanings, have a strong propensity for mind-to-mind communication.”
“Why has Geviil never made itself known?” One of the men on the end of the benches asked.
Vinni spoke. “He has. The sudden storm that stopped the fire of Rhaza. That was Geviil. The raising of the Makinar ridge to assist in mineral harvest. That was Geviil. You have thousands of moments in your history that you attributed to luck, never knowing that there was a mind behind it, because when your folk landed, there was no test you could administer to check.”
The room burst into shouting again and the darkness blurred into Vinni’s eyes. He held up his hands and the room shook.
Vikki was scooped up into Merc’s arms and he beat his wings to raise them aloft. Beast did the same with Fury and the calm Tiergar grabbed Kyra and sprang his claws, swiping at any Geviilan who got too close.
When Vinni dropped his hands, the room stopped. “I have just shifted the occupied continent nine feet to the left. Check your monitors. I am Geviil and Mercuros and his wife are my honoured citizens. I wish them to live and remain here, have a family and enjoy all that I can offer them. Mercuros has offered himself to you in service for a pittance. A home of his own and the maintenance of the property. He would get that if he was a civil employee. I bequeath to him the proceeds of nine untapped mineral deposits and leave it to him as to the species he will hire to excavate it.”
The premier was staring with his mouth open. “Where are these deposits?”
Geviil looked at the small man and bowed down to where they were face to face. “I have created them for Mercuros in payment for his services. He and no other will get access to the deposits. Anyone else attempting to mine will be on the receiving end of a lightning strike. Now, I want to know how your people are going to compensate me for the resources you have consumed.”
As Merc and Beast landed, Vikki knew it was the beginning of a very long day.
* * * *
In the end, the premier was dismissed from office, a new one appointed and a negotiation for compensation for services rendered tendered to Mercuros. As the original occupant of the world, confirmed by Geviil, he was the true original citizen. Should he care to, he could expel the locals back to their overcrowded home world.
Kyra brought out precedents, Tiergar helped negotiations and in four days, Vikki and Merc returned to a home that was theirs as long as their bloodline lived.
Fury and Beast were called away, but they promised to visit soon. Several of the sleepers had entered the Guard and there were going to be a lot of calls in Merc’s future once the Drai chose to call him. With them all living on different worlds and under aliases, they had to make the contact with the anchored Drai in their own time.
Kyra and Tiergar extended an open invitation for a visit to Azon and they left when the Guards did.
Vinni was designing his home with Geviil architects and having a wonderful time in his new role as avatar. Only two assassination attempts so far, so he was doing well.
“I thought we would never get home.” Vikki was exhausted.
“I concur. It lasted a little longer than I had anticipated. Kyra is quite the negotiator, isn’t she?” He had his arm loosely around her waist, a habit he had developed during their time in the boardrooms.
“Not like our final Champion. Amy Tyrell spent time in the actual armour. She is a force to be reckoned with and the Consort of the Emperor of the Haldis Imperium.”
Merc laughed and hugged her. “You Terrans get around.”
“Hey, it isn’t our fault that we have malleable genetics. Being out here, you know as well as I do, that we aren’t allowed to mate with our own kind. I don’t know when they are going to open our planet, but it isn’t going to be any time soon.”
He lifted her off her feet and swung her around. “I am ever so glad that you made it out in the first wave. I think I would have gone insane if you had been left there.”
She stroked her fingers through his hair as he lowered her to the floor, pressing her body to his during the slow descent. “I am here now and no what if’s need to be considered.”
When her mouth was even with his, she kissed him and used her grip on his hair to keep her pressed close to him.
* * * *
A relieved Rhenic came rushing into the receiving room and she stopped when she saw the Guardian and the Specialist in an embrace.
Dinner would keep. The messages and well wishes would wait.
Their time together had been intense and short. It was time for her to be smart and simply back out of the room.
Back in the kitchen, she smiled, imagining what the little ones would look like from such a striking pair.
With a low whistle, she packed away the meal and began working on a schedule for the gardeners and groundskeepers. The master and mistress of the house were in residence and there was work to do.
Author’s Note
Thank you for visiting a Terran Time’s Tale, Interface. Vikki’s story was one of a woman who left her home for one reason. Love. She didn’t know it at the time, but the man of her dreams was real and he was waiting for her.
I also brought back a Dhemon as well as the first Champion from Arena Station, Kyra Dannick.
In the next book, Interdict, we meet Cynthia, the Terran lost in time who dropped into the arms of Garo, Fury’s (of Hael’s Fury) great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandparents.
Thank you for coming to play with my Terrans and Dragons,
Viola Grace
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About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.