The child in question was done with her food. She pushed her plate away and ran over to the adults. She jumped up and down, clinging to Lillian’s leg. “Can I open my gifts now, Mommy? Pleeeease?”
Lillian smiled at her daughter and held out a hand. “I suppose now would be a great time to get started.”
There was a timid knock on the door. Tabitha turned to see Tiera hovering near the entrance looking a lot less nervous than she had the last time Tabitha had seen her. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she told the others.
Tabitha walked over to Tiera with a wide grin that she couldn’t suppress even if she wanted to. She had thought to reveal the news later, but she decided she couldn’t wait to share it after all.
Tiera held out a small gift wrapped package. “Hi, Tabitha. I know we were due to meet later, but I wanted to drop this off. It’s an addition to your gift for Merry.”
Tabitha took the package. “What is it?”
Tiera winked. “A surprise, of course.”
Tabitha grinned as she accepted the package. “I have a surprise for you as well. Have you talked to Ashley in the last few days?”
Tiera shook her head ruefully. “I haven’t spoken to anyone except drunks and thieves for days.” She made a face. “I think I’m coming around to the idea of letting you help.”
Tabitha smirked. “Funny you should say that.”
Tiera narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Why?”
Tabitha looked away guiltily. “Because…I might have already done something to help.”
Tiera’s eyebrows drew in. “Like what?”
“Like I got in touch with the right people and landed Ashley the biggest commission I could find. She has enough work now to employ a whole staff, not just you. You should go and speak to her. She’ll be at her new premises.”
“Really? That’s… I…” Tiera’s face worked through all the emotions that hit her, starting with anger and ending with relief. She took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself and then flung her arms around Tabitha. “Thank you. You’re a true friend, Tabitha.”
Tabitha returned the hug with feeling. “You’re welcome. I’m so pleased for you and Sebastian!”
Tiera smirked. “I’m pleased I can hand that uniform back in and thank my bosses for giving me a chance.”
“I think Rickie will be pleased to hear it,” Tabitha teased. “He worried you weren’t tough enough for the job. Pretty sure you set him straight, though.”
“Damn right I did,” Tiera shot back. “But I’m due home, so I’d better get going. Thank you for helping, despite my pride.”
Tabitha turned the package Tiera had given her over in her hands. The shape of the contents was familiar enough to bring a smile to Tabitha’s face.
“Aunt Tabbie! Aunt Tabbie!”
Tabitha turned to Merry, who was brandishing a new set of toy Jean Dukes pistols. “Cool beans! What do they hold?”
Merry pulled the triggers, and Tabitha learned that this set fired sticky darts. She tugged the darts from her stomach and chest and grinned. “Look at you! You’re gonna be the most fearsome Ranger when you grow up.”
Merry squealed with delight. “Just like you, Aunt Tabbie!”
Tabitha caught her and swung her around in a circle. “Just like me. Oh, I almost forgot! Your gift, Merry.” She went over to the table and hunted down Peter’s gift.
She took the shiny gift-wrapped box out and gave it to Merry. “Happy birthday, Merry-love.”
“Thank you, Aunt Tabbie!” Merry sat down cross-legged and fumbled at the wrapping paper until she managed to get a corner loose. “What is it?” she asked breathlessly.
“Open it and find out!” Tabitha urged.
Merry lost her patience and tore into the paper. She opened the box and flung handfuls of the protective tissue everywhere in her hurry to get a glimpse of her surprise.
Suddenly, Merry jumped up and let out a high-pitched scream.
Lillian jumped up. “What is it, baby? Are you hurt?”
Merry continued to jump up and down. “Mommy, Mommy! Ranger…coat!”
Tabitha let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “So, you like it?”
“Yeah!” Merry was busy trying to get her arms into the coat. Her struggle with the floor-length duster was mostly to do with the fact that she was still bouncing around like a frog on acid and kept missing the sleeves.
“Let me help,” Tabitha told her. She took the coat and held it out so Merry could slide her arms in.
Merry ran to get her new pistols from the table where she’d left them. She ran back over to Tabitha via the other adults, whom she peppered with sticky darts, and looked up with wide, earnest eyes. “Aunt Tabbie? Am I a Ranger now?”
Tabitha put a finger to her lips while she pretended to consider. “Hmmm. I think you’re still missing something.” She passed Merry the package that Tiera had dropped off. “Here, let’s see if this is what you need.”
Merry tore into the wrapping paper and tugged out the badge. “I have a Ranger badge?” She held the toy badge up to inspect it. “I have a Ranger badge! I’m a real Ranger now! What does it say?”
Tabitha pointed each word out as she read it. “Empress’ Ranger at the top there, see? That’s your name in the middle. M-E-R-R-Y. And at the bottom, it says Ad Aeternitatem.”
“What’s ‘and a-turney-tatum?’” Merry asked.
“Ad Aeternitatem,” Tabitha repeated. “It’s a special promise. It means ‘For eternity,’ which means all the time that there will ever be.”
Merry put the badge around her neck and held her arms out for Tabitha to pick her up. “Like how long I love you for, Aunt Tabbie?”
Tabitha touched her nose to Merry’s. “Exactly that long, my precious girl.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Open Space, Aboard the Penitent Granddaughter, Nickie’s Training Room, the Next Day
Nickie heard the grunts coming from her repurposed cargo hold and couldn’t resist investigating.
She quietly slipped inside the door and stood in the shadows while she watched Keen and Grim hard at work training Addie and Durq in fighting techniques. Someone had procured a few mats from somewhere and laid them out in the middle of the hold. She was pleased to see that Grim was participating. He spent too much time hiding in the galley these days.
It was a little strange to watch him teaching Durq, suspiciously in much the same way her grandfather had trained her; the same way her Aunt Bethany Anne trained everyone. It was a hard way to learn, but the little Skaine didn’t complain once when he was taken down again and again by the highly-trained Yollin.
Keen paused the set he was running Addie through to watch a particularly intricate throw that Grim was struggling to remember.
“I haven’t done this for a while,” he apologized.
Nickie grinned and stepped out of the doorway. “Let me remind you.”
Grim sighed. “Oh, shit. This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”
Nickie came over to the mat. “You can bet it will, Grimmie. How else are you supposed to remember the lesson?”
Adelaide smiled nervously. “You don’t mind that we’re in here, do you?”
“Not even a little bit,” Nickie replied brightly. “In fact, I love what you’ve done with the place. It feels homey.”
Durq frowned. “You find the training area homey?”
Nickie and Grim snickered.
“If you’d grown up anywhere near my family, you’d know that it’s the place I feel most at home,” Nickie told him. She bowed to Grim. “Ready?”
Grim nodded resignedly. “Yes, but you will be helping me make dinner if you break me too badly. Let’s just get it over with.”
Nickie spent the next hour running through various techniques she knew for the benefit of the crew. After that, she and Grim left the others to practice while she helped him to the galley.
“That last lock was murder on my poor back,” Grim complained as she
led him to a stool at the counter.
“Quit your bitching,” Nickie told him. “We should talk about how you know all my grandfather’s moves, cook o’ mine.”
Grim winced as he shrugged and irritated his newly-set shoulder. “I’ve lived a long life, Nickie. Once I fought, and now I cook. There’s nothing else to it.” He indicated a cupboard. “You can start in there. You need…” He got up with a groan when Nickie began piling ingredients on the counter. “Noooo, all my organization!”
Nickie stepped away and held up her hands. “You can make dinner by yourself if you like?”
Grim sat down again gingerly. “No, you earned it.”
Nickie’s mouth twitched.
Soon enough she had a pan of something that didn’t smell like it would kill them simmering, and the two of them sat at the counter with a glass of cooking sherry each.
Nickie took a sip and made a face. “Ugh, what the fuck is this? It’s so sweet!” She pushed the glass away and went to the pantry to search for the wine she knew he kept for cooking instead.
Grim knocked his back in one, then snagged hers and polished that off as well. “Pain relief,” he told Nickie. “You dented me a little.”
Nickie came back with her objective in hand and stopped to look him over. “I can’t see any damage to your carapace. Besides, I went easy on you.”
Grim snorted, spraying sherry everywhere. “You wouldn’t appreciate me telling you that you sounded just like your grandfather just then, but I remember him saying exactly the same thing to me.”
Nickie narrowed her eyes at her friend. “So you were trained by him. I fucking knew it!”
Grim grimaced. “Yeah, well. Adolescent me was all fight and no brain. I was lucky that John didn’t kill me on the spot the first time we met.”
“You kept this quiet, Grim.”
“Would you have believed that I joined you because I wanted to if I’d told you the whole truth back then?”
Nickie shrugged. “We were a bit busy stealing a ship. I probably would have shot you, if I’m honest.”
Grim reached for the sherry bottle but stopped and wrapped his arm around his middle with a groan. “So you agree it would have been detrimental to my continued ability to breathe?”
Nickie poured him a shot to save him the pain from his sore ribs. “When you put it that way…”
“I am putting it that way,” Grim told her. “Although if today were the first day we met, I would tell you everything.”
“Really?” Nickie was surprised.
“Really,” Grim assured her. “You were completely fucking terrifying when we met, but I recognized you as a kindred spirit.” He swallowed his drink. “Deep down, at least.”
“Love you too, Grim,” Nickie teased.
“I don’t doubt it,” Grim agreed. “So…High Tortuga. Want to tell me why we’re going back there now that the mission is complete?”
She sat and sipped her wine. “I’m coming to the end of my thinking time. I have a decision to make about whether to go back or not.”
Grim gave her a sympathetic look. “It looks like you’ve already made it.”
Nickie shrugged. “Not really. I’m not sure I’m ready. I mean, this mission was a little fucked up, but it felt good to do something for others.”
“It always does.”
“Yeah, but…”
“But what?”
“I dunno, just… It’s hard to go back and face all the pain I caused everyone.”
Grim shifted in his seat. “Gott Verdammt, that hurts. I suppose the bigger question is not whether you are ready but whether you believe you will be welcomed back into the fold when you return.”
Nickie thought about that for a minute. “I think I will be. I know that my uncle, at least, does more than tolerate me.”
“Well, Barnabas has always marched to the beat of his own drum. He probably sees a kindred spirit in you as well. But Nickie, you do realize that you are much more than just tolerable?”
Nickie shrugged. “No, but I never cared what anyone thought before. I just decided, fuck them if they didn’t like it. This is different. It’s not a comfortable thing to know that all my issues with my mom weren’t what I thought and that most of it was my fault.”
“I’m sure it wasn’t either of your faults,” Grim assured her.
Nickie shrugged. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t know if we can fix things between us.”
Grim considered that. “Do you want to go home?”
Another shrug. “Maybe. I’m not sure if it’s the right thing to do. Some broken things can’t be mended.”
Grim waved a finger at the sherry for a refill. “Sounds like you need to look at the bigger picture. What do you want from your life? Do you want to keep doing what we’re doing?”
Nickie nodded. “I liked the gray area we worked in for this last mission. I am glad that John solved the problem, but I would have been okay with it if I’d had to take Cynthia out. The vigilante thing is maybe something I could get used to.”
“So that’s why we’re going back to High Tortuga.” Grim eased himself off his stool and went to check on the pan. He stirred it and tasted Nickie’s sauce. “This isn’t half bad! Needs a little something, though.”
Nickie mock-scowled at her friend. “Well, you put the fighter in the kitchen, and this is what you get.”
He added a pinch of something to the sauce. “It’s a great first attempt.”
“I have cooked, Grim. I just don’t want to waste time when I can grab whatever is around. It’s only fuel, at the end of the day.”
Grim clutched a hand to his heart. “How can you say that about my food?”
Nickie laughed. “Not your food, Grim. Your dinners are the best.”
Nickie hadn’t known that Yollins could blush.
Chapter Twenty-Four
High Tortuga, Northern Continent, Space Fleet Base
The Penitent Granddaughter returned to High Tortuga, where the crew was met once again by Barnabas.
They piled down the ramp, Durq included this time.
Barnabas nodded to them all. “No Prince PITA?” he asked Nickie with a slight smirk.
Nickie tilted her head. “Uncle Barnabas, why ask when you already know the answer?”
“Politeness, dear Nickie. Besides, I want to hear your report. Did you succeed in ensuring a smooth succession to the Vietanian throne?”
Nickie smirked. “You could say that. It did get a bit fucked up, though.”
“These things often do.” Barnabas smiled. “Walk with me. You can tell me about it when we get to the Pit for a proper debrief. Your crew may take some well-deserved leisure time while we take care of business.”
Adelaide chuckled nervously. “The Pit?”
Barnabas waved her off. “Nothing to worry about, Addie. It’s not actually a pit. It is the base’s security area.”
Adelaide’s eyes widened at Barnabas’ casual use of her nickname. “Oh, okay then.”
They left the others at the rec area, and Nickie followed Barnabas through the base to the underground level where the Pit was situated.
Nickie didn’t recognize anyone in the bustling command center.
A woman at one of the larger stations looked up as they entered. “Hey, Barnabas. Who’s your friend?”
Barnabas smiled at the woman. “Hello yourself, Jennifer. This is my niece, Nickie.”
Jennifer looked Nickie over with a smile. “Ah, the infamous Captain Grimes. You caused quite a stir on your last visit.”
Nickie grinned. “Yeah, it’s a bit of a thing with me.”
Barnabas motioned for Nickie to follow him. “We’ll use the smaller meeting room. Are you hungry?”
“Always,” Nickie told him.
Barnabas chuckled. “You are definitely Tabitha’s niece.”
Nickie grinned, thinking about the last diary entry. “You bet. Hey, Uncle B, is there somewhere I can get a new coat? I feel like a change from overalls all
the time.”
Barnabas winked. “There are plenty of stores that have what you’re thinking of. Leather is a somewhat popular thing around these parts.”
Nickie gave him a look. “I thought you weren’t reading my mind?”
Barnabas pushed open the door to the meeting room with a chuckle. “Just a peek, my dear. How else would I know what you need? I promise I haven’t looked any deeper. It would be rude. We can shop if you are staying long enough.”
She would have argued, but she saw the sense in what her uncle said. “We’ll see how this debrief goes. Then I’ll decide if I’m going to stick around.”
Nickie made herself comfortable at the table while Barnabas stuck his head into the fridge and returned with two Cokes.
He handed Nickie hers and sat across from her. “So, what happened on Vietania?”
Nickie made a face. “Ugh, I hate Coke. Is there at least some rum to mix it with?”
Barnabas waved at a cabinet next to the fridge. “Help yourself.”
Nickie fixed her drink and sat back down. “So, um… We left the eldest sister in charge.”
Barnabas frowned. “You assassinated the rightful heir?”
Nickie shook her head. “No. No assassinations were necessary.” She took a sip of her drink and gave her uncle a pointed look. “You didn’t exactly have accurate information. We got there and there was a conflict, but it was mostly between the people. The sisters were just mad at each other because they were jealous and frustrated, and the whole system was suffering because of it. The older sister, the illegitimate one—she was the best choice to rule, so I made a decision.”
“And the younger sister?”
“She eloped with Prince PITA. It was all sickeningly romantic.”
Barnabas smiled. “Slightly unconventional, but if it worked as a solution, who am I to argue with it?”
Nickie pointed at him. “Exactly. It got the job done.”
Barnabas gave her a searching look. “And what would you have done if this solution hadn’t presented itself?”
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