Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2008 10:26:07 -0400
From: Ron <wolfwalker2@verizon.net>
Subject: TEEP chapter 31

Two days, Aaron thought, in two days we will be open for business on Altair
Minor and had already exceeded the opening expectations, his twenty new
residents would be released tomorrow. Larry and Miguel had made sure that
all of the applicants were gay and under twenty five so they could be given
the opportunity to become Alteran. A good thing, as a third of them would
rotate to the Asclepius as soon as they mastered porting.

Two days had brought drastic changes once more to their lives, each of his
lovers now had a team for their divisions no longer calling them chores, the
last batch of teens and kids they had rescued jumped right in, some of them
very eager to restart their lives. Out of the two hundred and twenty five
rescued and brought over to Altare yesterday fifty were too young to be
altered and of those fifty twenty had started treatments to change their
sexuality, all fifteen of the older straight teens had not changed their
minds and were undergoing alteration in a previously closed section of the
med bay and the first eighty seven would be released tomorrow with other
eighty eight beginning their alteration tomorrow afternoon.

Opening another polite request from a foreign government for a meeting at
his earliest convenience Aaron sighed and decided it was time, pulling up
the draft email he had been working on and changing as things happened, he
mass emailed it to every embassy and politician that had contacted him and
notified the UN he would speak to them next Tuesday.

Moving on to the next report Aaron smiled as he read the note from Pete
informing him that all Alteran vessels had the modified LSB installed,
sending a reply loaded with lots of love and suggestions not related to
anything other than pleasure Aaron laughed imagining the expression on
Pete's face when he read it, he wondered where he would be when that
happened. Double checking the latest placement scores Aaron grinned as he
read Pete had jumped a whole grade level since the initial testing.

Surprised to see an email from Derrick he opened it to find an update on the
Elswick they were ahead of schedule, along with a list of contracts to
approve so work could continue and a request for the fabricators to start
churning out the required building materials. Moving his chair so he could
look at the monitor two screens over Aaron brought up the fabricators and
inputted the hospital plans and set the fabricators to producing the
building components. Moving back Aaron sent an email off to Derrick telling
him the first of the supplies would be ready for delivery on Friday which
should give the crews time to get the foundation set.

Thinking about keeping ahead of the fast pace, things seemed to be happening
around here these days, he turned back to the screen he left the fabrication
system up on and inputted commands to bring another section online and to
start producing bio-tubes and bio-beds.

Going back to his emails, Aaron frowned as he read the one from Roger it had
the requests from both the President of the U.S. and California Governor to
hire telepaths, attached was a list of the questions they wished to use to
verify loyalty to the country. Forwarding it to Friedrich, Aaron attached
the contract he had drawn up with costs and moved on to the next email.

"Aaron." Kevin poked his head into the office as Aaron sent off another
reply to the email from his U.S. based security company.

"Morning love," Aaron smiled as he looked up at the worried face," Is there
something wrong?"

"That's what I came here to find out, you weren't down for breakfast like
you normally are when you stay home to catch up on Tuesday business
decisions," Kevin walked into the room as Aaron jerked his head to the
clock.

"Well shit, two and a half hours disappeared on me," Aaron sighed before
smiling, "one more email to catch up with and it's from Andrew, so let me
see what he has to say, then we'll go down together," Aaron motioned him
into the room so they could read it together.

                To: Aaron

                From: Andrew

                Subject: Fucking Diplomats

Aaron I know you gave me until Friday to give you my report, but to tell the
truth I don't think I can stand to do any more research. I find all of them
to be a lot of bigoted two faced liars and if at any time I was considering
a career in diplomacy, I was naive. In fact I ask that if I even mention it
as a career choice again you slap me soundly.

I ask for another homework assignment, as this one will not be able to be
done without bias, I have already hinted and suggested to grandmother about
borrowing the Clan to deal with our diplomats. She was not pleased with my
suggestion of bringing back beheading and starting the beheading with our
diplomatic staff here in London.

Find attached my completely biased account of my four interviews.

Yours always

Andrew

"Um.WOW, he sounds pissed," Kevin leaned closer to Aaron, "What are you
going to do?"

"Well he did find out he has no stomach for diplomacy," Aaron chuckled,
"that was the whole point of the assignment, I'll talk to his grandmother
after my meeting with Chris and Joe and maybe after lunch a couple of you
guys can go visit him to find out what happened."

"Won't he still be in school." Kevin smiled sheepishly as Aaron logged out
after sending a quick reply, "I forgot he's out for the summer, but you know
it's still a good idea to go to his school and see how things are done over
there."

Arm over Kevin's shoulder, Aaron agreed as they walked down the stairs, "If
you thought the U.S. education system was whacked, wait until you get a look
at Britain's." walking down the path to the dining hall, Aaron saw everyone
waiting for him, "Sorry about that, I lost track of the time, but at least I
got all of the crap out of the way," he grinned as he took his seat after
filling his plate.

Enjoying his morning chat with his lovers, and after he was finished eating,
he cleaned up his dishes and placed them in the rack, exiting the kitchen,
he caught the awed stares from the two Lee brothers and sat on top of the
table until everyone was done and looked his way, "Things are progressing at
a faster rate than planned.again," Aaron laughed, along with the Clan.

"I have three meetings, hopefully equally spaced out during the day, this
morning I am meeting with Chris and Joe, over our armed forces division,
Tim, if you could join us for that one along with the one before supper,
where we Meet with Kyle and Friedrich about security issues and an update,"
He smiled at Tim as he puffed up in his chair and agreed. "After lunch will
be the meeting with the hospital staff on Altair, Fred, you might want to
attend that one. Oh by the way, you don't have to push yourself so hard, I
can wait a couple of years until you are ready to kick me out of my
positions as chief of staff."

Aaron smiled as the laughter caused Fred to blush, "Just a reminder that I
will send Mark after you if you forget about living and all of us, and
you'll spend the week as bottom," he laughed at Fred wiggling his eyebrows.

"Let's start with you today, Mark, how goes things with the farm?" Aaron
asked as he pulled his P.A.D.D. out of the Velcro holder so he could take
notes. His move caused all the others to also turn on their P.A.D.D.'s  as
Mark went over to the newly installed terminal and monitor at the edge of
the dining hall, just under the overhang out of danger of the scheduled
rains.

Bringing up a map of the main island, Mark pointed out the active areas
being farmed, "Everything is going smoothly, and with the influx of
volunteers, it was surprising really, how many of the rescued were from
rural areas, we need to expand, the problem I foresee is if we expand like
we need to, we are in danger of hitting twenty five percent of the island
under cultivation, and I don't want to exceed that. Talking it over with
Tommy and Brian, we all agree that further expansion of livestock on Altare
is not to be allowed, even though it is needed, so we have to either come up
with another way or contract out for certain types of meat." Turning around
after pointing to the map, Mark saw the concern in the Clan's faces, "Don't
get me wrong, we can still triple what we have now, but I am talking about
the future eight months down the road, when we hit our maximum and need to
start planning for future expansion. If all we were going to do is supply
just the Kingdom, we would be fine, as we could spread to Altair Minor, but
there is the hospital, that is a drain on our resources, so we either come
up with plans now to expand, or we come up with contracts to supply Altair."

"I'll get with you later and show you the other islands; you can set up
livestock farms on the biggest one," Aaron smiled at his shocked look,
"What, you thought there were only two islands in the kingdom?" he laughed
at their nods.

Tommy, along with Brian who had moved next to Mark while he was talking,
pointed to the screen, "On a happier note, after my visit with some of the
ocean farming enterprises last weekend, we can easily expand the sea farms
to pens over the trench, and we can easily handle all our future seafood
needs without a problem, we just need to get the stock to begin with," he
glanced over at Aaron.

"Hey, don't look at me, I'm still waiting on your list and the list of
suppliers you've found," Aaron smiled at the dumbstruck expression on
Tommy's face.

"But I sent it to you Sunday.didn't I," Tommy's voice was weak as he
realized, "I forget to email it to you didn't I," he groaned into his hands.

Being closest, Kenny reached over and patted his leg, "Don't worry Tommy,
I'll help you start a list of things you need to remember to do with your
lists," he giggled as he ducked under the table as everyone broke out in
laughter.

Brian took over next, as he moved in front of the monitor, "Currently, we
are producing enough to support our needs alone, and until the farms on
Altair gear up in forty days we no longer can afford to supply the hospital
with produce. Even though we are gearing up ourselves, we can no longer
afford to provide them with anything other than the extra fruit from the
groves and even that will have to stop in two weeks' time."

"The joys of opening a month early," Aaron sighed as he thought about it,
"we can look to South American companies, send out a standard form letter of
our produce needs, along with a requirements list of what they would have to
meet to get our business, and we'll revisit this next week, I'll mention it
to John and Chris this afternoon during our meeting, so they can lay in
suppliers for the next month until Altair gears up for production or we find
another source."

"Pete, anything new on your end, other than the installation of LSB's on
every vessel and jets?" Aaron asked, as he looked to the side to see if Pete
had anything to say.

"Sure, steal my speech and then ask me what I left out," Pete giggled, as he
stood up, "I've been thinking and digging around in the system data base,"
seeing the amused looks he laughed, "yeah like that is something new,
anyways, something caught my eye. While our technology is at least five
hundred years ahead of everyone else's, once we start to release some older
versions of our tech, the possibility arises of that safe gap quickly
diminishing. I discovered and tweaked with the Core's help, something that
was only theorized, a way to view other dimensions, now I haven't figured
out how to safely cross dimensions yet, but I did discover that we can have
limited interaction, only to the point where we can copy their tech base and
if we chose to, the possibility is there for communication."

Aaron was frozen in fear for a moment, taking a deep breath as everyone
looked at him, feeling the intense emotion from him, even those not altered
felt it, "Pete, I tell you three times." he paused as Pete back peddled,
first from the fear coming off of Aaron, then from the Core command order.
"Do not, under any circumstances go any farther, do not work on or discover
a way for us to travel dimensions in person," he shivered, trying to get rid
of his fear.

"I hear you three times, "Pete squeaked out, afraid he had really crossed
the line.

"I'm sorry Pete, you awoke nightmares from the 1.0 version," Aaron pulled
Pete close and hugged him tight. "Feel free to steal every drop of tech you
can get your hands on, but please, I beg of you, never contact anyone."

Pete nodded as he snuggled close, scarred because finally something happened
to frighten their anchor so badly that he lost control of his emotions and
broadcast his feelings.

"Not that I disagree, as your evidently scared shitless right now, but the
racial history never mentioned anything like this," Fred knelt in front of
Aaron and looked up, hugging Aaron's legs.

"It wouldn't," Aaron gulped air in an attempt to gain control, "it's only
found in the Clan histories and one of us having nightmares is more than
enough." Clamping down hard on his emotions, he looked around to the scared
and worried faces. "You all deserve an explanation of the memory Pete's
announcement brought up," hugging Pete tightly, he closed his eyes.

"What Pete rediscovered was not something that the TR folks were unaware of,
in their search for the technology to set things right, they discovered
dimensional travel, unlike Pete, they discovered the way to travel instead
of eavesdropping. They unfortunately, in their haste to find out if this was
their answer, attracted the attention of a race of beings that were
carnivores, and they ate more than flesh.they developed a taste for eating
our powers and when they had exhausted our gifts, they feasted on our living
bodies." Aaron looked at the Lee Brothers, "all of this is under Clan Seal."

Pathing to everyone present, "make sure one of you Clan locks those two."
Aaron then relieved the youngster's fears, "My predecessor did the
unthinkable, at least for him, he destroyed that whole universe so those
demons would no longer be a threat to us, the blast carried over to every
dimension that those things existed in to make sure they would never be a
problem for us, he did this sixty three years ago; I think that is why the
treaty he made with the other nations was so short and to the point."

Kevin snorted, more in relief than laughter from it being funny, "Short,
Aaron the thing is obscenely brief, it has three paragraphs and each and
every one of them leads to the countries destruction if they would ever
break them." Giggling, he decided he could go next, "understatement of the
millennium."

"You're not in any trouble Pete, I still love you without condition; feel
the truth in my mind.you just triggered a deep seated fear," Aaron linked
with Pete so he would see the truth from his mind and relax and not blame
himself.

"The only thing I have to report is that if Pete can steal some of that
lovely tech, maybe by finding a dimension like his beloved TV show," he
smiled, as Pete perked up and he could see the gears turning over in his
mind, and Aaron's mind brushed against his with thanks. "The core is fully
online now, instead of working in the hibernation mode it has been in all
this time," Kevin surprised Aaron with his report.

"Hibernation." Aaron stuttered in shock, "I mostly ignored it, and didn't
give it a second thought other than it being organic based."

Kevin chuckled as Pete looked to be back to normal, along with Aaron, "Yes
but you don't have to worry, there are fail safes in place to keep it from
becoming truly sentient."

"That will take some thinking about, after I let it sink in for a while,"
Aaron told him as he looked around, "Derrick, other than the email about
Elswick which I sent back to you with approvals, anything else?"

"Not unless you are planning to build a base in the U.S. anytime soon, like
they are asking you to?" Derrick told them from the safety of David's side.

"Not until they clean their house, the government over there is on the verge
of.hell it is out of control; those elected to lead can't do it as they have
no control. The most I'm willing to do right now is after the Asclepius is
freed up from Elswick, to dock him in San Francisco again." Aaron made a
note and looked to David after smiling his thanks to Derrick, "You're doing
a good job, Derrick, thanks."

"David, what about you?" Aaron asked as he looked at his notes.

"What.I just bounce around between all the guys, helping out where I'm
needed, nothing special really," David shrugged.

"But you are doing something special, the guys come to you with manpower
problems and you find them the people they need, you, along with the hunters
have spent the most time making sure those we have rescued have everything
they need," Aaron smiled at David's shock of having what he did explained
differently.

"The hunters?" David questioned, trying to give himself more time to wrap
his mind around what he was truly doing.

"Those four led by your brother," Aaron smirked, teasing Kenny; "they caught
Richard didn't they?  You know Andrew asked me when you are going to give
him back, he misses his cousin."

Kenny giggled, "He can have him Monday through Thursday's; the rest of the
time he's ours."

"Seriously though, anything the five of you have come across that I need to
know about?" Aaron asked as he glanced over to Shoji and Ichiro, who looked
overwhelmed.

"Not a thing, I think everything is running so smooth because those coming
here truly want to start over," David told Aaron, as he grinned.

"Alright, so that leaves Shoji and Ichiro," Aaron said, as he shocked them
and Ichiro looked at him in shock.

"We are not members of the Clan, we should not have any say or give
reports," Ichiro was out of his depth and frightened.

"True, but as long as you live in this Clan Hall, you will not be ignored,
Shoji, I approve of your offer, you may handle lunches and two dinners
during the week, to help out. Also Scott has agreed to work with you on
expanding your skills in the kitchen, and how to manage cooking for large
numbers of people at once, you will report to him Monday through Friday
after lunch is over until four, for instruction." Aaron smiled at his
enthusiasm, "after you expend your culinary styles, in a couple of weeks you
can expect to start working with me during dinners, so I can refine your
skills."

Tears of joy started to stream from Shoji's eyes as he jumped up and rushed
to Aaron and flew into his arms, hugging him. When he realized what he did,
he tried to pull back but Aaron was having none of that, and pulled him
closer, "Do not be ashamed to show emotion, and do not ever be ashamed of
giving or receiving a hug, especially when someone makes you happy."

Transferring the teen to the other side, Aaron looked at his brother,
"Ichiro, you will find an art studio in the recreation center on the other
side of the music rooms, use it as often as your studies allow, and I want
you to consider teaching beginning art to those that want to learn, down in
the city," seeing the protest starting, Aaron held up a hand to silence him,
"give me your answer next week, I think this will teach you valuable skills
to be used in life, patience and understanding being only two of them."

"Yes Sir," Ichiro bowed as Aaron stood up,

"Time to go, and for the rest of you to hit the tutor," Aaron motioned for
Tim to come close and ported the two of them to the navel docks.

Appearing on the docks, Tim looked around and not seeing the freighter
anywhere, "Hey what happened to the freighter I ported back here the other
day?"

"The cargo was unloaded and it was sent to the recyclers, one of the things
that happened was that it set off alarms and automatic protocols when it
arrived." Aaron swept his arm over the whole area, "the docks were flooded
with carbon dioxide, removing all oxygen and then flooded with Nuerazine,
killing everything living on the ship."

Seeing Tim's wide eyed shock, Aaron smiled, "Relax, there were no pets
aboard, just rats and all kinds of nasty parasites that would have caused
all kinds of problems, it actually caused me to consider what would happen
when we seized the next ship, so I am having an area built so we would not
have to evacuate every time we wanted to port a ship other than one of our
own, in here."

Approaching the meeting room, Aaron lost his smile while Tim giggled when
the guard near the door opened it for them and yelled out "ATTENTION ON
DECK."

"You are getting way to much enjoyment out of this, you know," Aaron looked
at the smirking Tim as they found a seat saved for them at the head of the
table and pulled it out. "Oh for heaven's sake, sit down, all of you, I'll
put up with all the pomp and saluting," Aaron shuddered, "outside the
kingdom, as it sends the proper message, but here at home, I will get even."

"Before we start, let me drop this in your laps, yours also Tim. I sent an
email to the UN this morning, telling them I would address them next Tuesday
morning at eleven," Aaron told them, as he logged into the built in touchpad
terminal on the table. "Which means that the Ares and his brother ships will
need to be deployed worldwide that morning, with skeleton crews if we have
to," Aaron looked up at the pleased expressions, not shocked as he thought
they would be.

"Those three are ready and just need crews which Joe and I hope you'll
approve their command staff this morning," Joe smiled, as he pointed out and
then introduced the prospective captains and their second in commands to
Aaron.

"I'm off to the former USSR, after lunch, for a meeting with three hundred
hopefuls; it is surprising really, the number of gay military personal left
high and dry after the collapse and cutbacks." Chris pointed out, as he
handed down a chip towards Aaron, "the best and youngest have been scheduled
for interviews, they started at their military academy at age eight in the
old days, and the oldest applicant is twenty one."

"I think we might have cracked open a door in the Marine population, if what
Joe tells me is correct, after all those jar heads had the most gays to
straights than any of the other services, I think to compensate, or better
camouflage," Kirk spoke up, smirking as if he had a secret to share.

"I think we will have more than enough people to where we can even change
crews completely with every shift; well before you can get more ships built
for all of us," Joe laughed, confident in his boast.

Seeing Aaron's amused face, Tim smirked and leaned forward, "Want to put
your cock on the line, Sailor?"

"Tim, no sex outside of the clan, you know that," Aaron warned, but picked
up Tim's thought and it sounded funny, as long as they were careful not to
carry it out on someone unwilling.

"I am not talking sex, there are going to be eighty some extremely horny
guys being released after being resequenced tomorrow, the bet is the loser
has to help out with hand jobs while naked and not getting off," Tim smiled
evilly, "In other words, two hours of blue balls before your partner can
relive you."

"You're on, hot stuff, shake on it," Joe held out his hand, assured of
winning the bet.

"Joe, I don't think this is a good idea," Chris tried to stop him, but
backed off, let him be taught a lesson he thought he knew better, knowing
the Clan a lot longer than his lover did, and what they were capable of.

"Deal," Tim shook his hand and laughed, "Boy, are you going to be black and
blue tomorrow."

"Right back at you, I can see every part of the docks from here, including
the construction." Joe trailed off at seeing the glimmer in Aaron's eyes,
and the sure fire smirk on Tim's face. "Oh shit."

Whacking his lover upside the head Chris scowled, "Oh shit is right, hot
shot, I warned you, now you are going to be in for a real hard morning,
emphasis on hard, as you're not getting any until after dinner, for ignoring
me," Chris glared, then laughed at Joe's expression.

"Gentlemen, I give you the AKSC10, the Alteran Kingdom's space cruiser with
a crew compliment of five hundred and ninety, not including security," Aaron
chuckled, as he brought up the ship on the monitor, "Sorry Joe, but you
should know by now the Clan sticks together."

"Gods above, he's a beauty."

"Wait a minute, if you built this ship, does that mean the colony world
mentioned in the race histories is there and ready?"

Aaron nodded his head, not saying anything as the others sobered at the
memory of all those that gave up their lives to make this restart possible.

"This was the backup plan, wasn't it, if things got so far out of control
where you thought there was no hope, this is what you planned on using to
give us a new start, wasn't it?" Chris whispered in awe, as it hit home, the
awesome responsibility on Aaron's shoulders.

"One of them," Aaron admitted, as he sat back, tired all of a sudden.

"Navy or Air Force," Joe asked, as he stared at the screen in awe.

"What do you mean Navy or Air Force, Joe?" Chris asked as he nudged his
lover.

"Which branch gets him, of course," Joe took his lover's hand and placed it
in his crotch so Chris could feel his intense hard on.

Tim peaked under the table and grinned at the two who had hands in each
other's laps and pathed the image to Aaron.

"Neither, it will be under military control, we will not have divisions like
most other countries we have the military and security, that's enough,"
Aaron did not want the bickering the various branched had in other
countries. "If the two of you need a break for a few minutes, we can wait,"
he offered with a smirk, before noticing the slight stiffening in Joe's
posture, "or not."

"Alright, before we get totally off track, the rest of you can day dream
about the new cruiser after the meeting, Tim set the tone the other day on
our policy with human traffickers, and on Sunday, he warned at least the
Asian world that we would be watching. So for the purpose of this meeting
this morning, we are going to discuss the kingdoms policy of policing the
ocean," Aaron brought the discussion back on track.

Leaving Tim back at the Clan Hall, Aaron picked Fred up and ported to the
Trauma center, remembering to activate the LBS so when they arrived in the
gazebo inside the atrium, they appeared in a shower of sparkles, a good
thing, as Aaron noticed the room had visitors, including Shaolin monks with
what appeared to be apprentices that were teenage in appearance. 'Now what?'
he thought, as he opened the door for Fred and walked out behind him over
towards the table with the staff, "If all of you will excuse me for a
moment, I think the Shaolin wish to talk to me, Fred if you will fill Scott
in on the farm projections, I'll be back in a moment."

Walking over to the Shaolin, who were now all standing and had bowed, once
he got near he noticed the same elder from the other day, after bowing his
head slightly in return to their bow, he waited for the elder monk to speak.

"Dragon Lord, we thank you for your hospitality and the healing you are
providing for the poisoned boys, we have accompanied the parents, to provide
any services you desire while our youth are being treated, even if it is
simple gardening, we have brought along fifteen volunteers who wish to
serve." the monk stopped, as Aaron quickly grabbed the air in front of him
as he used kinetics to freeze the teen behind him. Moving his hand as if he
was plucking something from the air, Aaron let his mind pick the teen up
mimicking his hand's movements.

Floating up and upside down over Aaron's head, the teen was frozen in mid
motion and he was panicking as he could not move or breath, "You may breathe
again," he told the teen, as he released the force binding the teen's chest.
"Control your fear; do not let it control you. You are lucky my guards were
not around today, you would not have lived to take another step." Aaron then
twisted his wrist, so the teen was upright once more and placed him on the
floor in front of him before releasing the teen.

"For a people that live in the tropics and have no use of clothes except
when visiting this island for visitors, or when outside our kingdom, the
movement of color even the slightest bit, draws immediate attention, if you
were naked, you might have gotten another several steps closer." Aaron
pointed out the obvious, "not to mention, that pushing the seats together to
lay down on might work outside the kingdom, but not here, where I knew where
every mind was, the moment I arrived."

Aaron, about to ask what the elder monk meant by providing services, closed
his mouth as he felt concern and a slight bit of anger approaching, seemed
Fred was about to intervene, "Sorry about this Aaron, but this fool is
secretly suicidal and I need to have a long talk with him." Fred grabbed the
teen's tunic and picked him up by it, "The two of us are going to take a
walk and discuss this need of yours to have others kill you."

Aaron watched amused, as Fred, who was a good head smaller than the teen
walked out of the atrium through the back doors while casually holding the
teen's tunic in his fist and the teen's legs dangling well off the floor as
he kinetically held him up.

"I must apologize for Josh's behavior." the elder monk tried to intervene,
as Aaron scanned the rest of the teen's and zeroed in on one of them.

Staring hard at the teen, Aaron cut the monk off, "You have nothing to
apologize for, others on the other hand... Others who drove Josh to that
desperate attempt to kill himself," seeing the wide eyed stares between the
teens, "no matter what was told to you by others, this was not a test or
even a show of skill, this was a cry from a tortured soul to make it stop,
and an attempt by an unbalanced mind to remove the half breed, as he thinks
of those of mixed parentage."

"No.you said it yourself; he attempted to kill himself," the teen Aaron was
staring at backed away, only to find himself in front of Aaron being ported
to within inches of his body.

Using kinetics, Aaron brought the teen to his knees, "Justice will be
done.our laws were broken with your attempt on Josh's life. You forgot one
basic fact, in your desire to see Josh's death, you decided to not only
bring your victim here, but you forgot by doing so, you and he would be in
the midst of telepaths, your own mind betrays you." Placing a hand on the
teen's face, Aaron closed his eyes as he very carefully entered the teens
mind, "judgment begins."

Traveling back through time in the teen's mind, Aaron searched for the cause
of the hatred and bigotry, hoping that he would find some part of him
redeemable, for he really hated killing kids. Feeling another presence
nearby, and sensing it was Colin, Aaron invited him to join him in the
teen's mind and in the mental landscape they stood side by side, "Not in
every case would you find such a clear cut change in personality and the
cause for the murderous hatred like we can in this teen." Aaron slipped into
teaching mode as he pointed to the memory of the teen being brainwashed,
"From this point forward, we will erase every memory, there will be no
chance of it ever being recovered, as it will not exist to be recovered.
After this, we will place him in a bio-tube and repair the damage we do
during the erase."

Aaron was swift, as he destroyed every memory from the point he met up with
the disgraced monk, to the present day, it took only fifteen minutes to
destroy three years worth of memories. Not being as careful as he would be
if he did not plan to place the teen in a bio-tube let Aaron finish quickly,
opening his eyes, he removed his hand, and the teen slumped over as if all
the bones had been removed from his body.

Colin quickly reached down and picked the teen up, "I'll get him prepped and
the cycle started, go ahead and start without me."

"I fear I lost two apprentices today, when all I wished to do was honor the
saviors of children everywhere," the elderly monk was near tears.

Shaking his head Aaron touched the elderly monk's arm, "The darkness in his
soul was not his making, he will be healed of body, now that his mind is
where it should be, he will wake up tomorrow, a healthy well adjusted
thirteen year old. The last three years are gone as if they never happened."
Pointing out the door where Fred was sitting on the ground with the
distraught teen, curled up in his lap, "While it is true you might have lost
two apprentices, which we won't know for sure until tomorrow, they did not
lose their lives or their souls." Aaron erred on the side of creating a
mythos around them again, to keep the elderly monk from losing faith in
himself and stopping all the good he did.

"Now, before I go deal with the realities of the real world, go outside, and
in your walk in our gardens, you will see the fountain, look to the edge of
the woods and you will see a path leading into the woods, if you take that
path, it will take you an hour to reach the farms at the other end of the
island." Aaron smiled at the monk who looked confused, "use that time to
meditate as it is a very peaceful walk. Once you reach the end of the path
by the sea farm, you will find a dock reaching out into the water, go to the
end and sit and watch the world go by and find your center again."

"As for those that wish to help out and volunteer." Aaron pathed, "David,
Derrick can the two of you free up some time to come over and take charge of
some Shaolin teens, bring the hunters if you want to, I think Kenny could
get through to the one Fred is helping." Smiling at the response and the
feeling of pride David let leak out with his answer, he hoped the two second
pause would go unmentioned. "Several of the Clan are on their way, they will
take charge of your apprentices and answer their questions."

Looking at the curious teens, Aaron laughed, "I do not need to be a telepath
to know how curious you are, David will give you the chance to ask any
questions you come up with, up to the same point we do for those who are
thinking of permanently joining us. I think we can trust you to keep what
you learn to yourself."

"Hey loves." Aaron turned to the side as the hunters escorted by David and
Derrick walked up, "Kenny, Josh is outside with Fred and I think he needs a
hug." Aaron smiled as Kenny kissed his cheek and nodded as he looked over
his shoulder and rushed outside, "I'll leave you now for you walk, and your
talk," Aaron did the half nod bow and walked towards the table.

Taking his place at the head of the table, he sighed, "We don't open for two
days yet and I already want a vacation. Alright, let's start with the
kitchens, I assume Fred informed you of the slight problem of fresh produce
or the lack of it come this Thursday?"

"Yes, and I already placed an order with my supplier, well I sent it from my
pending folder, right after Fred told me a few minutes ago all it needed was
to decide where to send it," Scott told them, as he opened up the file on
his P.A.D.D. with his and John's notes, "John is in Canada right now, of all
places, doing several interviews at their version of the CIA, of the
interviews he did yesterday, only one was acceptable, so he changed tactics
and is going to the source, we figure we can train the new hires up a bit."

"Staples and supplies, well we're good to go, and after the order I placed
is delivered tomorrow morning, we should be ready, do we know how many
patients will be coming in on Thursday?" Scott prepared to make note of it
so he could plan meals.

"Three hundred patients with their families," Theo leaned forward, "For now,
we have scheduled three hundred on each pick up day, so Saturday we should
hit the max right now of six hundred here constantly. Do you know when the
Elswick facility will be online?"

"We're shooting for October 1st, which means for now, the Asclepius would
then head back to California, unless I make up my mind to build a facility
there, it all depends on whether they get their act together; if they don't
by then, I may decide to build somewhere else or wait and concentrate right
here for now," Aaron was very undecided on this issue, if he was pushed it
would fall in favor of staying right here.

"While we are still on the issue of patients, how is the patient load at
Asclepius right now?" Aaron wanted to know, as he had not really had much
contact with the staff over there since the day they arrived.

"Running really smoothly actually, the only good thing I will ever say about
government sponsored medicine, so remember this, we are at seventy five
percent capacity and seem to be holding at that number, of course, that
might be because of William's influence." Theo laughed, "You would think it
was a military hospital the way he and his staff oversee the new intakes,
greeting the families and making sure they are comfortable. To tell the
truth, I think out of the twenty people he brought with him, only three are
medical, one for each shift, the rest are acting as go betweens with the
staff and patients families."

Aaron made a note to stop by and check with William on Friday when he went
to pick up the three princes; he hoped by then to know when the old hospital
would be ready to be opened as a hotel on the one side. "Tell you what,
let's make it standard operating procedure that any patient that will need
more treatment than two days, automatically gets transferred here to Altair
Trauma, that way we can keep a nice steady flow going over there of the
minor stuff, also, plan on my residents to start handling most of the duties
over there by next Friday, I plan to start rotating them though both
facilities, a week at a time. I'll talk to William and see how many good
surgeons he can recommend, we are going to need our staff here and the only
things our residents will need back up on over there with are emergency
surgical cases which come in unexpectedly."

"Which leaves you, CAG, how are you coping with your flight crews and the
new jets? That's besides having your boys safe and sound," Aaron smiled down
the table to the newest member of the Altair team.

"Well, I've not yet tried a sub orbital hop in one of them, but I did review
Captain John's recordings of the one he did, and it looks like fun; the only
question I have is if you are going to be supplying Alteran's as control
authorities on them or leave it up to the pilot," the CAG answered, before
adding, "And I think we need to go over protocol on what happens if some
customs or immigration agent gets testy, I would like to have something
documented on the chip for my guys to follow, just in case there is no
command and control on board."

Thinking about it for several moments, Aaron finally decided, "Make sure
everyone is very familiar with the 1941 treaty; everything will be based on
that, any acts of aggression are to be considered an act of war and they are
to warn the offending party just once before they are to lift off for a
suborbital hop home where security will meet them. Of course, have them
remind the offending official that once they leave, their country or state
is closed to all further assistance."

"I am meeting with the UN next Tuesday, and any country that was not in
existence in 1941 will sign the treaty, or be sanctioned, the only other
thing is the political refugee that might make it to their door asking for
sanctuary, if that happens, Alteran support is to be called in and the jet
is to remain grounded unless under threat of attack. If it comes to that,
they are to proceed to Elswick at top speed, that should rattle several
thousand people as the ram jet hits mach seven a hundred feet off the ground
and climbing," Aaron chuckled at the damage that would be left behind.

"I'll have something fleshed out and ready for your review by morning, and
on a personal note, if you can find time to talk to Adam and the twins, I
think they finally realized that I want them to take the opportunity being
offered, by becoming Alteran," the CAG smiled, "took some talking, but I
finally convinced them I was not going anywhere and they could still live
with me here."

"I'll be here until three, so have them run over and we can talk before I
head back," Aaron agreed, "is there anything else that needs to be discussed
overall?"" not seeing any questions or concerns, he stood up ending the
meeting, "Alright then, we officially open at ten on Thursday morning, let's
meet back here at nine in the morning to go over last minute items that may
have popped up in the meantime."

"Hey guys, I'm going to port over to talk to Andrew; he sounded pretty
pissed and frustrated in the email he sent this morning, I might also, while
I'm there, take a look at the school he goes to, anyone interested in coming
along?" Kevin walked into the common room from Aaron's office and looked
over the second floor railing to the guys talking below into what they had
turned into their planning room.

"I'll go; I need to speak with Edward," Derrick stood up and passed Kevin on
his way up the steps, "Clan uniform, right?"

At Tommy and Mark's nudging, Brian stood up, "I'll go; it will give me a
chance to rest my brain, maybe then I can come at the problem from a
different angle after resting for a bit."

"What's the problem?  Maybe by sharing it, we can come up with ideas that
you haven't thought of yet," Kevin asked, as he pulled pants and a shirt out
of his room.

'It's worth a try,' Brian thought, as he grabbed some of his clothes from
Pete's room, "Well, it's Aaron's experimental grove, he has some of almost
every tropical fruit variety in there. The problem is, some of them are
really worth expanding into their own groves, but it's the range of three to
seven years before fruit production, I'm trying to get around, there just
has to be a way to accelerate the plants' growth cycle to shorten that
time." Buttoning the silk shirt, Brian looked up at Derrick, walking down
the stairs buttoning his own shirt and smiled, getting lost in memories of
last night for a moment.

"Sounds like you need to talk to Pete, he might be able to hunt down things
in the database that will solve your problems," Glancing around the room,
Kevin tilted his head trying to remember if Pete had something to do this
afternoon, "Where is Pete?"

"He got some strange message from the Core, something about a search string
being completed," Mark looked up from the island maps he was going over with
Tommy, curious to see if Kevin knew why Pete was so excited.

"Well shit.I never believed he would find a dimension like that," Kevin
uttered, in astonishment. "Pete, if you found what I think you did, it is
imperative you steal the transporter and replicator technology first," he
pathed, feeling Pete's surprise at being contacted, and with a correct guess
at what he found.

"O.K, but why transporters, we can port much farther than a transporter
could ever send us?" Pete sat up in the recliner, deep below the city in the
central system Core.

"True, but if all the shows and stories are correct, the two technologies
are related. Just think about It for a second, a transporter can break
things down into their component molecules, merge the two systems so the one
produces raw material, while the replicator takes those component molecules
and reassembles them into something we can use." Kevin halfway explained,
knowing that Pete would take what little he said and run with it, expanding
on the idea into totally new directions.

Thinking about what Kevin just said, Pete's mind raced, "Like if we aimed
the transporter beam at a landfill, we could be the ultimate recycler when
we turned the garbage into new items or supplies."

"Exactly, if we can get our hands on that type of technology, it is so far
in advance of our recyclers and extractors, it will jump us a thousand years
ahead of anyone else," Kevin let his excitement flow to Pete, along with
images of station sized replicators building ships in one go.

"I'm on it," Pete broke the connection and lay back in the recliner to
change the search strings, excited by the possibilities Kevin stirred with
him.

"Wait, he found a dimension with his favorite TV show in it?" Mark sounded
surprised, as he looked to Tommy and they both said the same thing,
"Replicators."

"Already on it, that's what I pathed Pete about, so he is going to grab that
first, otherwise, he probably would have been looking at ship designs for
months on end," Kevin laughed, "great minds do think alike."

Seeing that Derrick and Brian were ready, he told the others, "Right, if
anyone asks, we'll be back in time for supper." Smiling at Derrick and
Brian, "We'll use the gestalt to conserve energy." leading the other two up
the stairs towards the office, seeing the other two were ready, Kevin
reached over and activated the gestalt and ported them to the main entrance
of Buckingham Palace.

The guards reacting to the shimmering light, moved the crowd away from the
arriving Alteran's, after having been briefed by Thomas the head of the
Princes' security team, they did not act aggressively towards them treating
them like a threat, but as they would if the Queen had suddenly entered the
doors.

"Young Sirs, how may we direct you, the Queen is in her office; if you wish,
I can take you to her." The lead guard asked, with a slight bow.

Doing the half nod thing, he had seen Aaron do to be polite, "We came to see
Andrew, if you could direct us his way."

"And I need to sit down and talk with Edward," Derrick held up the chip with
the contracts Aaron had approved, on it.

"Prince Andrew, along with Prince Richard, are at Eaton, choosing classes
for the upcoming term, I believe Prince Edward is with the Queen. I will
have someone escort you to the Queen's office, young Sir," the lead guard
motioned for one of his team to come over.

"Young Lord.young Sirs, I'll have Rod bring the hummer around to take you to
Eaton, if you will make your way to the back entrance, it will be waiting
for you by the time you get there." Bill then pathed Rod to have him bring
the hummer around, before he could melt back into the crowd, the team leader
stopped him.

"You called, Kevin, I think his name is, young lord, instead of sir, I think
someone messed up and did not give us all the information we need, I don't
want any of my people to unintentionally give insult.the Queen will have my
head if that happens," Captain Bob Leftbridge hissed.

Bill chuckled but cut it short as he saw the serious almost panicked
expression on the man's face, "Relax, you didn't insult any of them, I don't
think anyone but an Alteran would even know when one of the Clan passes
their ordeal, and no one expects outsiders to know proper protocol."

"Wrong answer, my sneaky colleague, we are British, we expect to always
follow proper protocol," he steered Bill towards the lift; Bob had files to
be updated. "I understand the Clan is the Leading family of your kingdom,
notice, I did not say ruling, my ears are still ringing form the verbal
thrashing all three princes gave me and my second, over that blunder. Do you
see my point now, if I had done that to his Majesty, or one of the Clan,
there would be hell to pay, even cost me my job.you have some records to
correct."

"Compton, pull up the files with pictures of the Clan, our records are
wrong, and this stout fellow is going to correct them," Captain Bob
Leftbrige steered the spook towards the chair.

Bill was pushed down in the chair and with a hint of exasperation, decided
to play with their minds, poking the keyboard out of the way, he looked at
the table, "Fine, where's your terminal?" picking up the mouse and looking
at the keyboard, he groaned audibly, "great, I've not seen one of these
outside ancient history class, now I'll have to try to remember how to do
this."

Compton carefully pulled the keyboard over out of the spook's reach, "If you
don't mind sir, how about I do this for you, that way we can get this over
with very quickly and you can be on your way." There was no way we was
letting him touch his baby now, especially after a comment like that.

"Suit yourself," Bill grinned, "All you really need to do is change six
files, for now, anyway, Tommy, Fredrick, Timothy, Kevin, Marcus and Peter
are the ones that have passed their ordeal so far, and should now be called
Young Lord."

"Ordeal.I heard you say that over the monitor from upstairs, what is an
ordeal and why would passing it make a difference?" Compton asked, as he
pulled up the files and paled a little before glancing out of the corner of
his eye to see if the spook was pissed, he heard stories, didn't he, about
how they could kill with a look.

"The Clan is different than most other Alteran's; where we can be called
upon to be tested; they must pass an ordeal, life and death. The Clan lives,
breathes and probably sleeps to Gens Stranton Ducet Alius Sequntur, and, as
a people, we are better for it." Bill told them, as he stood up, "I'll see
to it someone notifies you the next time a Clan member passes his ordeal,"
Bill walked away and once around the corner, ported back to his hidden
position in the stairwell entrance hall.

"What the hell does that mean," Bob looked over his shoulder, only to see
the spook was gone, "Well, isn't this a fine kettle of fish," he muttered.

Compton, pulling up a search engine on the internet, typed in the saying
into a Latin translator, he recognized some of the words as Latin. "Clan
Stranton Leads, others follow, bloody hell."

"Life or deaths.hmm, make sure everyone knows, and can recognize those six
faces. Anyone that passes an ordeal that is life or death deserves all
possible respect," Bob ordered, as he sat back thinking over what he
learned, adding it to the rumors and if pressed he would rather not go up
against any of those teens.no, young men, he decided.

Stepping out of the hummer near the entrance to the administration building,
Kevin glanced back to Brian, it was an impressive building, steeped in
history, though only Fred would truly appreciate it, they thought.

Kevin looked around and thought about the fact that here they were outside
the palace without any security, great he thought, if something happened,
Aaron would have security following him into the bathroom outside the
kingdom. "We'd better find Andrew and his security detail, before someone
decides to get nasty."

Side by side, they entered the building and looked around for a directory or
even a crowd of parents with kids, meaning that they were in the right
building, but they found nothing. About to go back out to the front of the
building to make sure they had the right place, they were interrupted by an
older man with some strange cape on his shoulders; Kevin supposed it could
be called a robe if you stretched your imagination.

"What are you two doing here, you should be at the rotunda selecting classes
with everyone else," the headmaster scowled, as he came out of his office to
confront the two trouble makers.

Brian looked at Kevin who looked back and shrugged, "And if I was to walk to
this rotunda where would I go?" Brian asked, not liking the direction of the
man's thoughts, not even knowing who they were, he had labeled them
troublemakers.

Taking in the two boys clothing, and the obvious crest on their expensive
shirts, the headmaster changed his attitude slightly, as it was obvious they
were new foreign students, it was a shame really to let their kind in here,
he thought, "Well obviously, neither one of you bothered to read through the
materials we sent over, really, and such horrible accents, not befitting
such a prestigious learning institution like Eaton."

"Your attitude sucks," Kevin frowned, "Any chance of us ever giving this
dump a chance just went out the door, just give us directions to the
rotunda, so we can meet up with our friends and their security detail, and
once we leave here, we'll never set foot on this poor excuse for a school
ever again." Unless it is to conquer it he thought, pushing every single one
of the man's buttons without caring.

"We don't let the likes of security on Eaton, we are secure enough, no one
in their right mind would ever dare to harm one of our students," the
headmaster bellowed in anger, wanting both these imbeciles out off his
school pronto.

"Andrew and Richard are here without security, are you telling me both
princes do not have any security around them?" Brian was worried, where was
the security team Aaron assigned them, this wasn't good, Aaron would be
pissed when he found out that those two were without security or were they
he thought. "Who's watching Andrew and Richard," he sent out a general
pathed message, hoping to get a response.

"Ray here Sir, I have them in sight, my partner is on the other side of the
room, is there a problem?"  The response was swift.

"Where is the rotunda or wherever the hell you are and where are the Brits,
we're at the administration building" Kevin asked as he ignored the man in
front of them before Brian finally had enough of his ranting.

"Enough you incompetent twit," Brian raised his voice and pointed his
finger, "bang you're dead.can you see now, your security is nonexistent, so
shut the fuck up."

Getting directions from Ray to the rotunda from the administration building,
Brian and Kevin walked out of the administration building, "What do you mean
the only one with them is Thomas, and he is outside by the car?" Kevin
asked, as they rounded the building and quickly made their way across the
lawn, "do any of them know you are there?"

"No Sir, as far as they know, they both are on their own, what is the
problem, I don't sense any danger around the two," Ray was really getting
nervous and he could sense his partner's anxiety level had jumped as well.

"You mean besides the fact that four days ago, there was an assassination
attempt on all of them, or are we considering the fact they are here totally
unguarded as far as the British think, without even knowing if all the
people responsible have been caught," Kevin was sarcastic in his reply, as
they saw the building and were practically running now.

Ray sensed Earl's shock set in, as he looked around the room and quickly
made his way over to the two Princes, "Andrew, Richard.Altare security, we
need to leave, NOW."

Thomas, leaning back against the limo watching the crowd, caught something
out of the corner of his eye, two lads running his way, he was about to turn
away, when he noticed a man in headmaster robes chasing after them with a
cane in his hand, and by the look of things, the lads did not know he was
chasing them. Paying closer attention, he thought he recognized the two and
it took a moment before it clicked in his mind that it was two members of
the Clan, running his way which meant something was up with the princes.
"This is Thomas at Eaton," he whispered in to his radio, "I need back up, I
repeat set condition red I need back up."

Editors section:

Scott's musings:

RadioRanchers Musings: Thomas is not going to be in a good mood, once they
get there, is he?

It looks as if there is a lot going on, and that headmaster is not in a very
good mood either, the snobbish twit.

Let's see, now, Transporters and replicators, two very handy technologies to
have available. I wonder what they can do with them, once they have them in
hand, so to speak.

What is going to happen to the two apprentices that Aaron is going to help?
Will they be alright?

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

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