Aristian Holiday

Aristian Holiday Chapter 10: Guardians of the Flame

The Firm, Shield of Honor learns of Iason's attack; Jupiter's heartache is felt on Amoi, Yui comforts Raoul and Iason awakens from his coma. New characters introduced: Founding Members of the Firm: "Shield of Honor."

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They began to assemble, first one then two; then individually or with another, until at long last all members of the Shield of Honor had arrived. They rarely assembled other than for official company business, that of the Security Firm of The Shield of Honor. The oldest and most highly sought after security firm, whose origins dated back centuries before the Gang Wars of Amoi’s most turbulent era and the dawn of Jupiter’s ascent.

They provided security escorts for the Elite, Dignitaries and person’s of interest, and was known as an eccentric lot who reserved the right to pick and choose their assignments. On this particular night, they assembled for reasons of secrecy and were not apprised as to the specifics until all had arrived. Their location for their meeting was outside of Eos, at the Estate of Sir Hector Stone, President and Chairman of the Firm who had accumulated wealth was inherited by birthright. His family was the first of three families that established the Firm hundreds of years ago.

Sir Hector was highly respected by the Elite Class, and his title was approved by Jupiter early in her rule; citing his ancestor’s honorable traits and strict discipline in the Martial Arts. This was a tried and tested institution comprising of three families: Stone, Earl and Raymone.

Sir Hector Stone inherited his Noble title from his father who did the same from a long line of men dating back hundreds of years. All men born into this family were inducted into the Firm after years of training and were groomed as heirs and future leaders similar to the grooming of Jupiter’s Blondie’s.

Sir James Earl belonged to the family line of scholars who maintained the Archives, which dated back thousands of years, and were well preserved and protected by Jupiter herself. The Earl family line were the Archaeologist, who excavated the ruins at Menus Quentu and numerous sites off-world compiling a comprehensive time line from the time of the Ancients; and were highly revered as keepers of the past.

Sir Luis Raymone was the Master of the Martial Arts; whose family line descended from the line of men who trained all of Jupiter’s Security. His discipline included both the physical aspects of self defense and the psychological arts in mind control and manipulation. They were the most secretive of the three families, and were feared as much as they were respected.

The three families were direct descendent's of the Warrior Clans of ancient Amoian history. Their lineage, was well documented in the Historical Archives kept by Jupiter herself, under the tightest security. Their existence was only known by Elite Intelligence, and the Head of Security on Amoi. Shield of Honor was kept as close counsel to Jupiter, and reported to her under their original title of Guardians of the Flame.

All Elite who were placed on the Intelligence Tract, underwent a vigorous training regimen under strict secrecy by the Firm, and sworn to silence upon acceptance. These men learned the most advanced security measures, as their duty to Jupiter required only the best. They were unaware of the Firm’s ties to the past, as this was not a requirement for their service. The Head of the Syndicated was also trained in part by the Firm, as this Blondie would hold the highest position on Amoi under Jupiter’s watchful eye.

It was an assignment the Shield of Honor held in highest regard, for whenever the Head of the Syndicated came to an unfortunate end, they would need to train the newest candidate.

25 years ago

“She has appointed young Iason Mink as her next counselor, and as Head of the Syndicate,” Spoke Hector Stone, “What do we know of him?”

“Lord Mink was placed on the Syndicate tract at an early age, and was groomed and mentored by Lord Konami Sung under the watchful eye of Jupiter,” spoke Sir James Earl, Director of Archives. “He was hand picked and bred by Jupiter herself. Rumor has it, that she personally processed his genetic sequence under a veil of secrecy. When young Mink was introduced to the Nursery, he was weaned by a select team of nursemaids and tutors. Upon entrance to the Minors Academy, he was said to be highly intelligent and perceptive. Physically fit with no known illness as all Blondie’s are; but was guarded none-the-less throughout his young life. We’ve had him under surveillance per Jupiter’s request since he began his education.

He has a hunger for knowledge, and extremely intellectual, easily adapting to numerous subjects in the Arts, Language, History and Science. Upon entrance to the Elite Academy, young Mink adapted quickly rising to the top of his class. It was there that Jupiter began to take a real interest in his education, which was hand picked by her, to elevate his intelligence in preparation for leadership towards the Syndicate.”

Hector pondered on this, then spoke, “We have been given notice by Jupiter to continue young Mink’s surveillance. The Head’s of the Syndicate, is highly prized by factions in many societies, and targeted by those who are against Jupiter’s rule over Amoi. It is no secret, that bad blood continues to plague our world since Jupiter’s ascent to power; as men do not like to be ruled by what they do not understand. We of the Shield of Honor, have existed in the shadows for hundreds of years, as silent witnesses of this turbulent relationship. But we stand for order, and the peace that men strive for.”

Hector stood up, and took deliberate steps around the hall, as all eyes were focused on him. “Jupiter summoned Sir Earl, Sir Raymone, and I to her chambers, to brief us as to the instructions regarding young Mink. She believes Iason to be from the line of the Intellects of Old; his DNA was extrapolated from the tombs of the Early Ancients, who ruled with the Warrior Clans thousands of years ago.

Though she herself was not positive this was 100% true, as all Blondie’s were believed to be such descendants. However, Iason is, according to her- the closest she’s come to re-animating those of the Lost Civilization. One, that every member of this long established firm took as a blood oath to preserve and protect.”

The assembly that was completely silent over this report, suddenly roared with discussion. “How can we be certain, that Lord Mink is indeed the descendant of those who ruled in the past? And not just another Blondie we’ll have under surveillance for life?” spoke Luther, one of the Firm’s master instructors of self-defense. “We have provided security for every Blondie ever created, watched them mature, and in many cases, turn out to be nothing but arrogant Aristocrats, interested in only increasing their portfolios and their grand estates, why should this young man be any different?”

Hector raised his hands, to calm the members which now seemed more like a disgruntled mob, than a society of discipline and order.

“Silence Gentlemen! We have all paid our dues to this world, always in the shadow of the powers that rule Amoi. And while it may be true, that Blondie’s have tipped the balance into a society of upper and lower classes, we, as the real keepers of the peace, must continue to prepare for the return of the Warrior and the Intellect; the Flame and the Tempest.”

The members became silent, as they whispered his last words. “We have all sealed our fates, with every fiber of our being, and with the symbol that rests on our wrist; that civilization will one day return to a golden age of peace, unity and order.”

Hector looked at each member seated at the assembly, and every person standing in the room. He then walked back to the front of the assembly, and removed the golden wrist guard on his left wrist and held his hand high. On his wrist was tattooed a golden shield with a sword across it.

“This is our symbol of loyalty, and sworn protection as Guardians of the Flame. When that Flame returns, the Tempest will also appear; we have a duty to protect them, for this is our true calling and purpose.”

The whole assembly of men removed their wrist guards, and in one voice yelled, “Hail the Flame! Hail the Tempest!”

Present day...

Hector sat in this study for hours, as he poured himself over the many surveillance reports over the last several months. He knew of Lord Mink’s Holiday plans, and urged Ayuda, to convince Iason to use the charted flight instead of the Luxury Liner Ios. He was anxious over Jupiter’s refusal to his counsel over Lord Mink’s travel plans, citing she knew the risks, but was compelled to follow through on her decision, reminding him, of the damage the group of Blondie’s created over their failed attempt to overthrow her rule. He sought counsel with regards this decision, risking her anger for bringing up the discussion believed to have already been settled.

“Jupiter, I find it hard to believe you, would allow Lord Mink to travel to Aristia, with such minimal security as was assigned. Lord Mink will no doubt, be targeted by one faction or another considering who he is; the security on the Ios will be extremely difficult for us to control. To be honest, this is highly unusual, even for you Jupiter.”

“I am aware of the risks Hector, but there are events in motion, that even I must press on with regards to Iason. I have waited many centuries for such an alignment in events, and I will no doubt seem off-program by you, and the Guardians of the Flame.” Jupiter’s tone was hushed, as she spoke; her appearance was dimmed, as if she was depressed.

Hector studied her mood, as he knew well the many moods, and expressions the sentient computer expressed. There was always sadness in her voice when it came to her Blondies. When word of a death of any Blondie was discovered, she seemed to cry out in her sorrow with every shiver and quake felt on Amoi. Often mistaken as quakes, by unstable fault lines that crisscrossed the Amoian terrain, at least, that was the story released in every occurrence. But Hector, and the members of the Firm always knew Jupiter was in tears. Such was the relationship between the two entities.

“Perhaps if you would enlighten me more regarding Iason; we have watched over him since his introduction into the nursery, surely you would trust us- trust me- with your reasons…”

Jupiter hummed a bit faster, “I’m afraid, that if events continue play as they have, it will be very clear to you Hector, where in the time-line we stand, with regards to Iason. You must continue to keep him safe. I fear the Elders might have concluded, that Iason is more than my favored creation, as the whole of Amoi holds him in high esteem; loved by every one he meets, and is adored by every world he touches. His life has been threatened more than any other Head of the Syndicate in Amoi’s history, and the Elders may have discovered his recent brush with death, as he survived being poisoned with Agetha to be a sign…of my Flame.”

Hector was silent, pondering the words Jupiter just spoke. She has never been so candid, and felt she was actually relieved to have spoken what was in her heart. “Jupiter, I thank you for your confidence. We as Guardians of your Flame will watch over Lord Mink. You also expressed concern over his mongrel Riki; is it possible you think him to be the Tempest?”

Jupiter went suddenly silent. She feared she may have said too much. And although Hector, and the Guardians of the Flame were her true and only allies, she still feared for Iason, as she has feared for every Blondie she ever created; never quite knowing if her newest child would be the one. Centuries of her laboring over each sample, there was always one more tomb discovered in the vast wasteland of Amoi.

She remembered, as her memory was vast and ancient; her previous versions all had hoped to find the right Intellect, the right Warrior. But they always come up empty, she watched the continuing decline of a race doomed to extinction, if they were never to be found. When similar tombs were discovered, by the family line of Sir James Earl, throughout the known universe, she feared her journey would never end.

Jupiter’s Heartache

The lights dimmed, and the ground rumbled, it was a long and heart-wrenching quake. Lord Stone ran to his communications center, as Jupiter summoned him, “Hector …Sir Hector Stone...Report to my chambers immediately- Security Protocol Override Code 00001.1.”

The computer generated message alarmed him; never had Jupiter summoned him in such a fashion. By name with security clearance, to pre-authorized in his private shuttle over Amoian airspace, bypassing security protocol with Jupiter’s private clearance codes.

He had just sat down to dine, having stayed in Eos late into the evening, being briefed by Jupiter. Later, he reviewed intelligence reports from Ayuda, prior to heading home for the night. There were no real concerns save one; Ayuda reported Lord Mink was approached by Lord Bastian of Alpha Zen, who pursued Lord Mink from the moment their journey began, requesting he dine with him to discuss Advance Technology.

He grinned when he read of Lord Mink’s refusal to dine with him, putting him off, saying the Dignitary was relentless, and felt uneasy by his persistence. Ayuda reported their security measures of a rotation sequence kept the detail on their toes, never using the same route twice, and often alternating the Bio-Droids appearance to use as decoys of Iason, to draw off the crowds and give the Blondie some privacy when out and about.

Hector climbed into his shuttle and punched in the access codes to fly-mode. There was no interference, as expected, giving him time to think about Jupiter’s summons. She sounded almost frantic; then he thought about the quake that shook what felt was the whole of Amoi, dust clouds raised above the city, as if Jupiter dusted the landscape with a gust of wind. No, this was serious, and Hector knew in the pit of his stomach, that this may involve Iason.

He entered Jupiter’s chambers, which hummed in and erratic way, almost as if Jupiter were weeping. “Hector, Iason was attacked!” Jupiter’s voice boomed loudly within the chamber, forcing Hector to cover his ears. “I just received an Emergency Inter-Stellar Beacon, from the Ios’ Emergency Protocol's, stating numerous explosions and that alarms throughout a third of the ships decks, had lost cabin pressure venting oxygen, and decompressed as it approached Aristia’s space station!”

Hector’s mind reeled as he listened, completely stunned by the report. “H-How could this be? I just reviewed Ayuda’s report, indicating all was well; his report was not even one day old!” Hector’s mind tried to process the implications of all this, but his heart ached regarding his son.

Jupiter continued her high hum, and the building continued to sway. Iason, her beloved favorite had been attacked, and not knowing his condition was more than she could bear. “Hector, you must assemble a team immediately and leave Amoi via a chartered security flight- there is no time to waste- Iason must be found, or I fear all may be lost.

Seek out the Elders on Aristia, the Sage, Petros knows who Iason is. I sense his interaction with Iason may have peaked his interest, and those of the Isle of Elders. Iason spent much time corresponding with him when he was young. I allowed it, as it changed something in Iason when he returned. His logic was enhanced, and intellect grew in leaps and bounds. At first, I thought it was the sequence in his creation, however, as time passed and he matured, I saw in Iason, similarities of the Intellects of old; as I mentioned, current events have led me to believe that Iason may be the one.”

Hector's eyes widened, as he listened to Jupiter's words. He knew Jupiter favored Iason, and her anxiety was palpable.

“Yes Jupiter of course, what diplomatic action will you be taking?” The chamber walls lit up in a sequence of lights, and began to hum with much activity, as Jupiter began to send out a number of commands from her chamber.

“I’ve summoned Lord Am, Head of Intelligence, and a team of Elite Specialists to report to my chambers immediately. This will be a joint venture for the Firm and the Head of Intelligence; Lord Am will be the ‘Official' Investigator, however, you will be in charge, and he will answer to you. Your team will leave as soon as they are ready, upon arrival, you will shadow his unit and command from within.”

Jupiter now changed her tone, “Hector, he is my ….beloved…I know my actions at times seem illogical, but my predecessors have all witnessed these events, time and again over the centuries, since the inception of my being. The time-line has become clear in the events leading to this moment, and now this attack has confirmed my greatest fear, and my greatest joy.”

“You think he may be the one Jupiter? Truly, I would rejoice with you if it be so. Now, you must let my Guardians do what they do best, please allow us to pursue this lead on Aristia. No doubt, Lord Am is going to be a bit of a hindrance, considering his ties to Iason. His position as Head of Intelligence, may cause him to question our presence. We will shadow his investigation, however, if he interferes, we may have to act accordingly. Will this be a problem?”

Jupiter now appeared in her statuesque form, which meant she was no longer in a conversational mode. “Lord Am is vital to the security of Amoi, I do not wish to have him removed, however, if he does interfere with your decisions, I will allow you to brief him regarding the mission, so long as he is cooperative. He is not privy to any of our discussions, or the capacity of your position, although he knows you are my private counsel. Do we have an understanding Hector?”

“Yes Jupiter, I will do as you wish.” Hector bowed, and left Jupiter’s chamber. He returned to his Estate, and waited to address the Guardians of the Flame.

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Raoul was enjoying his evening, working on his latest painting, as he found it a great source of relaxation; a way to unwind after a long day at the Syndicate. His mind was filled with his latest obsession; a portrait of Iason and Riki, although he didn’t really care to paint the mongrel Pet, he did love the interaction with Iason over the initial sittings, where he would pose the beautiful Blondie in just the right angle touching his body to the desired pose. Of course he would have rather stripped him of his clothes, and ravish Iason on the spot, but that would not happen now, or anytime in the future. Raoul had come to terms with the fact that Iason’s heart was no longer his. Riki had arrived and bewitched his long-time lover, placing a chain around Iason’s heart, preventing anyone to take it.

He sighed as he worked on Riki’s features, difficult as it was painting him, although he was quite handsome with his dark alluring eyes and flawless darkened skin. He remembered having taken the little Pet along with Iason, the memory of Iason being pleasured by Riki’s mouth as he rammed his cock into him will always be one of his favorite memories. This made it more difficult to pose him with his hands touching Iason’s lap, and his head leaning on Iason’s chest in an endearing pose. It was going to be one of his best portraits yet, bittersweet as it was, having finally accepted Riki for the man he was having sacrificed himself on the day of the public whippings not too long ago.

He seemed to have time now to dwell on his art, since Iason was going to be gone for some time on Holiday. He was a bit jealous, that he was not the one to accompany him to the beautiful planet Aristia. Although they were no longer lovers, he did love Iason; still holding a glimmer of hope they would one day reconcile their lost love. His little daydream bubble was popped, when Yui suddenly stood behind him and embraced him from behind; he had a glass of brandy in one hand offering it to Raoul.

“This is one of your finest works Master,” Yui purred, as Raoul placed his hand on Yui’s, touching it gently.

“Yes, thank you love, although I wish Iason had not planned his holiday while I was working on it. Now I’ll have to work on it on my own,” Raoul grumbled. But Yui was no fool. He knew Raoul still held a torch in his heart for Iason, having been witness to their tumultuous and often passionate affair.

Raoul turned around, and took Yui in his arms, taking a drink of brandy in his mouth and then sharing it by passionately kissing his young lover, as brandy flowed from their kiss, making Yui weak in the knees. Raoul had always been passionate, being the romantic artist he was, but ever since Yui was restored, Raoul had become insatiable, in their lovemaking.

Yui melted in his arms but thought “He probably got himself worked up while painting Iason.” Yui, knowing he would never replace Iason, accepted this as something that would never change, and needed to just accept that. Raoul was after all an incredible lover, and not one to hold back when it came to their lovemaking.

Raoul took one more drink, and once again kissed him passionately embracing Yui with equal ardor. He then he picked him, up and walked off the drop sheet over to one of the fur rugs near the fireplace. Raoul was now quite excited, and began to tear the clothes off of Yui, who gasped as Raoul devoured his mouth.

“Yui, you love me do you not?” Raoul whispered, as he laid a trail of kisses from his mouth to his neck, nibbling here and there while Yui moaned.

“Yes Raoul, I truly love you, I’ve always loved you, and I will love you until the day I die.” Yui spoke these words as he gazed into Raoul’s emerald green eyes, then he began to untie the stained peasant shirt Raoul always wore when he painted. He gently tugged at the drawstring on his trousers and pulled the flap open boldly stroking his Master’s aroused cock.

“Oh Yui, you are my sanctuary, my peace of mind; without you- I would have been lost.”

Yui listened to the sad tone in Raoul’s voice, knowing he spoke of Iason. “I am unworthy of the words you speak Raoul, I am only a man; one whose heart will love you always.”

Yui had learned how to pleasure Raoul, over the past two years that they discovered their love for each other. Yui had watched the many Pets Raoul had over the years, and learned from them, only to sadly watch his Master pleasure Iason, or himself in private. He wanted very much to pleasure Raoul then, but knew a Eunuch would never satisfy such a man as Raoul, with his powerful sex drive.

Yui touched his cheek, and then stroked his long blond hair, gently reaching with his hand to run his fingers through it. He stood on his toes, and kissed him gently, first on his lips, then his neck placing gentle bites on his shoulder down to his nipples first one, then the other. He held Raoul by the waist then gently descended to his waiting cock. Raoul closed his eyes as Yui knelt down and began to pleasure him, pulling his trousers off gently and kissing his long muscular thighs, as he worked his way back up to his throbbing cock, Yui was mesmerized by the size of it.

He reached around with both hands and gently parted his glute's, while he slowly took in his Master’s cock in his mouth moaning softly. Raoul’s cock was so aroused it throbbed in his mouth. He loved to pleasure Raoul by next taking his hands, and gently stroking him, waiting for his breathing to labor, and then increasing his grip, he would take him deep into his throat, making Raoul grunt with every thrust.

Raoul placed his hands on Yui’s head and stroked his hair, “Yesss…that’s perfect my love, just a bit more Yui, I don’t want to come in your mouth, I want to take you and make you cry out your pleasure…”

Yui sighed his delight, as Raoul gently moved his cock from Yui’s mouth and knelt down and joined Yui on the soft fur. “On your knees love, face away from me.” Raoul placed one finger in Yui’s mouth, closing his eyes trying to prevent himself from spilling his seed, as Yui sucked on it eagerly in anticipation of being fucked.

Raoul inserted his finger into Yui and prepared him for penetration. Yui gasped “Oh Raoul, that feels good” Yui pushed back against Raoul for more stimulation “Are you so eager for me my love?” Raoul whispered his tone betraying his own state of arousal.

Raoul then pushed Yui’s legs apart a bit more, and slowly penetrated him; Yui winced as Raoul pressed on him, being so small compared to Raoul’s immense size. He adjusted slowly, as Raoul patiently caressed his thighs; his thrusts were gentle, not wanting to cause his lover any discomfort after Yui loved him so sweetly.

Yui gasped and moaned, “Hmmm, that is so good Raoul, I’m ready” Yui began to push back against Raoul, as he knew this really excited him; his signal to Raoul that he was ready for his Master to do as he pleased.

Raoul then placed his hands on Yui’s hips, and began to thrust aggressively; loving the way Yui felt, so tight gripping his hot cock like a glove, enjoying the way he would lower his head down, to give him deeper penetration. Raoul’s thrusts were now bordering on barbaric, as he pressed every inch of his cock into Yui. He was so transfixed with his pleasure, his essence rose and he gasped. He reached beneath Yui and stroked his pulsing cock, loving the sensation of Yui's cock in his warm hand.

Yes, Raoul truly appreciated his fully restored lover; his release was coming hard and fast, and with every thrust he moaned, “Yui…oh…Yui…you are mine … always …. mine ... to … to love…will you love me always Yui?”

Yui cried out with every gasp and grunt, taking all that Roaul gave. “I belong to you Raoul…I will always be yours….ah!”

Yui climaxed, as his seed shot out from his cock, which was still being stroked eagerly by Raoul, sending the panting Blondie over the edge, as he erupted into Yui, causing him to toss his head back and cry out. They both froze in place, as their bodies enjoyed the lingering spasms of their release. Raoul pulled out, and gently embraced Yui against his body, as they lay on the fur rug breathing heavy. Raoul closed his eyes, he knew he had to get past Iason, and Yui would see him through it.

They enjoyed a relaxing bath together, caressing each others bodies, Raoul held Yui close to him as he reclined in the bath; his mind seemed to float above the steam and linger on the silence of the moment. Suddenly, the building began to sway as the ground rumbled and the lights dimmed. Raoul’s peaceful thoughts were abruptly sent into a state of panic, as he and Yui tried to get out of the tub; their wet soapy bodies slipped everywhere, before Raoul gathered the frightened Yui and gently lifted him over the edge onto a towel. Yui managed to retrieve one for Raoul who wrapped it around his waist and made for the communication center in the grand hall.

A message was pending for Raoul, and as he tapped in his access, Raoul swallowed hard. “Lord Am, you are to report to Jupiter’s chambers immediately.”

Raoul stared at the summons and immediately ran to his bedroom to get dressed. Yui had already laid out his clothes on his bed, and waited to help him dress. Raoul’s hair was dripping wet, and Yui dried it as best as he could, as the alarmed Blondie wouldn’t stand still for a moment. He brushed out his hair and placed it in a leather strap since blow drying it was out of the question at the moment, so he did his best to make it presentable.

Raoul drove a break-neck speed to the Syndicate, and upon facing Jupiter’s chambers he thought of Iason, and how he would calmly pour himself a glass of wine, prior to entering the inner chamber. He thought to himself “How does he do it?” Every time Raoul was summoned, he was accompanied by members of his department, never alone unless he was to perform a mind altering procedure - one of his least favorite duties. The door hummed open catching the nervous Blondie off guard. He entered Jupiter’s chamber and bowed graciously. Jupiter's appeared in statuesque form, which betrayed her urgency.

“I have just received an emergency beacon from the Ios, that there has been an attack upon Lord Mink as the Ios approached the Aristian space station. There is no word as to the number of casualties or survivors; however, initial data from the Ios' main computer indicates escape pods were launched.”

Raoul’s heart felt as if it stopped beating, his mouth seemed to have forgotten how to speak as no words came out; he could only gasp as the news struck him hard. He could only think of her words that Iason had been attacked, he could care less of anything or anyone else. He stared at Jupiter’s statuesque form, as if expecting her to transform as she normally does, however her tone never changed.

“I have spoken with Sir Hector Stone from the Firm, and have ordered a team be assembled along with a security team from your department, to be led by you. You will depart immediately; as Head of Intelligence, you will lead the Diplomatic Investigation, Sir Stone will Command this mission from Amoi, and you are to comply with his designated Commander, Sir Luis Raymone.”

Raoul was jolted back to reality, upon hearing that the Firm would be in command, and led by Sir Luis Raymone. “Pardon me Jupiter, may I inquire as to why a civilian firm such as The Shield of Honor, has been summoned?” Raoul’s tone of voice changed from anxious - to angry.

Jupiter began to hum faster, and the inner chamber rumbled as her mood darkened “Lord Am, I will not waste time dealing with your wounded sensibilities, or your emotional outbursts. Lord Mink is the priority, Sir Stone and his Firm will lead this mission- if you interfere with my orders, you will be removed from command, and returned to Amoi to face me- is that understood?” Jupiter was in no mood to deal with Raoul's anger, and her tone of voice was unmistakably annoyed with Raoul’s attitude.

Raoul bowed his head, “I apologize Jupiter, my concern is for the safe return of Lord Iason as yours; my will is to obey you of course. I do lose myself when it comes to Lord Mink, as he has been my life long friend, and associate.” Raoul kept his eyes lowered, waiting for Jupiter to respond.

“I understand Raoul,” Jupiter now soften her voice, and a calm hum returned to the chamber. “Lord Mink is crucially important to Amoi, and his loss would be disastrous. I urge you to comply with Sir Stone and his team.”

Raoul now raised his eyes, Jupiter transformed from her solid statuesque form, to a ghostly hologram and floated towards Raoul. She reached to touch his cheek, the warmth of her energy surprised him, as this was unusual. This was the first time Jupiter had ever approached Raoul, and he didn’t know how to react to her advances.

“Raoul, Iason cannot fall at this crucial time, I do not have time to explain the details, though I urge you to confide in Sir Raymone, as you travel to Aristia. I know there is history between you, and I encourage you to put your cares aside and follow his lead. Is this understood?” Jupiter gazed into Raoul’s eyes, before returning to her alter and solidifying to statuesque form once again.

Raoul stared at Jupiter, his mind numb as he thought of Iason, but bowed once again, “Yes, Jupiter, of course, please, forgive my outburst, I will do as you will.”

He turned around and exited the chamber. He glanced at the small table that held Iason’s crystal wine decanter, and crystal glass that Iason would fill and drink. He walked over to it, opened the bottle and poured himself a drink. “Iason, please be well, my heart aches to imagine you otherwise.” He took a drink, and placed the glass down. He drove home in silence, thinking of Iason, dreading the worst, as he punched the controls to a higher speed, knowing Jupiter would excuse his haste, for it was now time to prepare for his journey.

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Hector entered the main hall, where all the heads of Shield of Honor were seated having been summoned to the emergency meeting. They all waited in silence, they could see that his face was grim as he began to speak, “We have just received word that Lord Mink’s party was attacked as they arrived on Aristia.”

The stun faces were all staring back at Hector, speechless by the announcement. “So that is why all of Amoi rumbled and quaked?” spoke Sir Raymone.

“Yes, Jupiter learned of this attack late this evening; she has ordered us to assemble in a joint security detail led by Lord Am, to depart via chartered flight to Aristia immediately. We are to shadow Lord Am, locate Lord Mink, and return him to Amoi immediately.”

Hector sat in his chair at the head of the assembled men, it was obvious on his face that this attack was affecting him as he continued. “As you all may know, my son Ayuda, was assigned to Lord Mink shortly after he was poisoned with Agetha two years ago; he was with Lord Mink when they were attacked. We have no information regarding casualties or survivors at this time.”

Sir Earl tapped his wrist guard on the table, “Hector, does Ayuda know the details of Lord Mink’s lineage?

All eyes turned to Lord Stone, “Ayuda was raised as we all were, he knows our oath as Guardians of the Flame, as do all children born to this firm.” Hector tapped his fingers on the table as he continued “Ayuda also knows we suspect Lord Mink to be the Flame, however, he may be too young to accept this as being possible. I am confident that by the time this is all over, he will have no doubt as to his role in Lord Minks return.

Sir Raymone was next to speak as he tapped his wrist on the table “We know there is someone out there intentionally poisoning the Blondie’s believed to be the One. This was probably their doing.” Although, when you think about it, Lord Mink’s survival was unprecedented.”

“Yes, it was; that is why I assigned Ayuda to Lord Mink’s security detail. He is highly intelligent and quick to asses any situation. If Ayuda has indeed survived this attack, he’s in an ideal position to help Lord Mink.”

The assembled members were all in agreement, as plans were drawn out and a team of ten men was selected to be led by Sir Raymone. Sir Hector spoke, “Luis you will be in command in my absence, you must shadow the investigation led by Lord Raoul Am. We have issues with this Blondie, as he has caused a lot of drama in Lord Mink’s life. He no-doubt will be quick to act, but slow to prioritize, as he will be understandably emotional with regards to Lord Mink. Jupiter was clear that Lord Am may be briefed regarding our surveillance of Lord Mink if he is cooperative. If not, he is to return to Amoi per Jupiter’s orders.”

The assembly was concluded as the members left the Estate. Sir Stone requested that Sir Raymone stay behind along with the team of ten. “Sir Raymone, I know you and Lord Am have a history, I trust you will be able to get around that? He gave Luis a pointed look, “There is also one other request, you must find out about Lord Mink’s Pet- Riki.”

Sir Raymone was confused, “His mongrel Pet? Why for heavens sake?”

“Lord Mink’s poisoning would have ended his life, or made him insane- if it wasn’t for his Pet’s quick thinking that saved his life, according to Tanagura medical records.”

“Yes, that may be true, however, why are we wasting time looking for him?”

“Jupiter has requested that Riki be found, and also returned to Amoi. Jupiter was clear on this point- that Riki be protected as Lord Mink; the reasons are still unclear.”

Sir Raymone shrugged his shoulders “Very well, are there anymore instructions?”

“Only that Lord Mink’s attack may have possibly been orchestrated by the Elders off-world.”

“Elders? Which sect? There are so many different factions; what do you think their purpose is for attacking Lord Mink?”

“I have my suspicions; however, I’ll be waiting to hear from the Elder Class on Aristia. I sent an outgoing message to their Island on Aristia and have yet to hear from them. Lord Mink once corresponded with a Sage named Petros. So keep me up to date when you arrive on Aristia. But keep Lord Am within your radar, he is an unpredictable variable in this whole mess, and I don’t dare risk Lord Mink’s life- if he is alive- to be placed in further jeopardy by the temper of that Blondie.”

Sir Raymone nodded and excused himself, “Until then Hector, wish us luck.” Luis smiled as he led his men from the estate.

“What do you think this means?” spoke Luther, who was also a member of the team. “Is it really as Hector spoke, can Lord Mink be the One?”

Luis spoke, “I have known many of the Blondie’s that have been poisoned by Agetha, that for some mysterious reason this is the drug of choice. But none have really been the same after their ordeal; many lost their minds over the headaches, searching one drug after another to quell the pain. Many died painfully, driven to their destruction by the side-effects.

However, Lord Mink did survive- he was also plagued by the headaches, however, he somehow overcame them. It is still unclear how, or by what drugs; we just don’t have that information. He is quite the private Blondie, rarely out in public, and always sought after for his intelligence and his alluring beauty. I’d really hate to see such intellect come to ruin.”

Luther agreed, as all the men on the team listened on to the discussion. “Some of us were at the public whipping of the Blondie’s, why do you think Jupiter allowed this if he is indeed, the one thought to be the Flame?”

Sir Raymone pondered on this “Perhaps there is more to it than we know, Jupiter has kept a tight lid when it came to Lord Mink. She has never really revealed much about their relationship; I’d venture to say she punished him as a mother does an unruly child.”

“Yeah, but she almost killed him if it wasn’t for his little pet Riki- perhaps there is more to this mongrel than we know?”

“Perhaps it is best to we keep this to ourselves,” Louis whispered, as they returned to Eos. “I will meet up with you and the men at the Space Dock within the hour.” Luther nodded as the men dispersed to the homes and prepared for their flight.

*~*~*

Raoul returned to his apartment, his mood was dark and serious. Yui greeted him as he entered, and grew concerned when he saw Raoul’s expression. “Is there anything I can get for you Master?” Yui whispered. Raoul never stopped, but continued to walk up to Yui who suddenly became afraid, and stepped back. Raoul reached out and embraced Yui tightly, lifting him up and holding the young attendant off the ground.

“M-Master…what is it?” Yui looked up into Raoul’s emerald green eyes filled with sorrow.

“Iason’s ship was attacked as it approached Aristia. I must leave Amoi immediately, I have no time….” His voice trailed off. Raoul continued to hold Yui, he needed the assurance of someone, and he needed to hear that things would be alright, as the usually brave, headstrong Blondie seem like a sail with no wind.

Raoul lowered Yui then spoke “Yui, prepare my military clothing for my trip, I’ll be in my office.” Raoul turned to walk away when Yui reached out an gripped his arm gently, “Raoul…I’m certain Lord Mink will be found, you must believe this to be true…”

Raoul gave him a weak smile, “Thank you Yui, I also hope that to be true”.

Yui watched Raoul as he entered his office and closed the door. He went into Raoul’s bedroom and entered the access codes to his second wardrobe closet; there he pulled out Raoul’s military bag, which contained his surveillance equipment, med-kit, various gadgets and gizmos that Yui had no idea what their function was. Next he pulled out several of his uniforms, a utility belt, cloak and boots.

It had been a long time since Raoul wore such attire, mostly dark blue or black in color, with no emblems save one; a silver badge worn on his collar, with the symbol of a black star eclipsing the sun- his rank as Head of Intelligence. Yui loved how Raoul looked in his uniform, a dramatic change from his usual dashing bodysuits, which showed off his stunning physique, although he knew when Raoul wore them, that meant he was off on a dangerous mission. He sighed nervously as he waited on Raoul so he could help him dress.

Raoul stared at his weapons cabinet, looking over all his arsenal deciding on what to take on his mission. He pulled out two laser pistols, one to be worn and one he would conceal under his cloak, a laser knife and C-20 Spider whip, hoping that if, and when he found Iason, those responsible for his abduction would pay with their lives. But he would have them suffer a bit, squirm under the poison inflicted by the whip, before he decided to end their lives.

Next he pulled out a Neuro-Kit, which was used in one of his darker duties that often left him feeling numb inside; the manipulation of men’s minds and the modification of their behavior. He did not usually care much for the Neuro-Kit, as he preferred to use the laser pistol or whip, to unleash his anger on his opponent. The Neuro-kit left the subject weak, defenseless, and in his opinion - less of a man. He thought of Yousi, and the result of the mind altering mental blocks he was ordered to apply to the once vibrant, and brilliant mind of one of his fellow Elite Academy friend and colleague.

But Raoul was not off to do such a thing now, he was off to find his long-time lover and dearest friend, Iason. He began to feel his anger rise, as he thought of him being attacked and possibly injured, wondering who would dare take such action against him. He knew Iason was always at risk being the Head of the Syndicate, and security was always tight around him; but wondered what could have gone wrong, and why was the Firm involved. He never cared for the antiquated group of men, whose background was always shrouded in secrecy.

He recalled his initial training at the Shield of Honor, he was only in the Minor’s Academy, and was being prepared for the Intelligence tract, due to his highly analytical test results. The instructor, Sir Luis Raymone, was one of the most disciplined people he had ever met. Unyielding and calculating in the Martial Arts, Raoul only 10 years old- felt he would never survive the harsh training, convinced Sir Luis would eventually kill someone with his training. Although Sir Raymone was intimidating, he had a kindness that amazed young Raoul, who grew to admire him, and eventually respect him.

That was then, upon graduating from the Minor’s Academy, his training also changed, as Raoul continued on the Intelligence tract, in the Elite Academy. Here, his studies introduced him to the Neurological Sciences and the darker side of Sir Raymone.

Raoul brought his Neuro-Kit and the other weapons into the master bedroom where he found Yui waiting. He began to undress in silence, as he continued to think about Iason; Yui helped him with his uniform, feeling much like he was preparing Raoul for combat. When Raoul placed his utility belt on, he reached for his weapons finally breaking the silence.

“Yui…”

The doorbell chimed as Yui looked at Raoul, “Excuse me Master,” he rushed to entrance and was surprised when Lord Heiku Quiahtenon came barging in. “Welcome Lord Quiahtenon, my Master is not receiving guests at this time…”

“I’m not here as a guest, I’ve come under orders to see Lord Am.” Heiku was impatiently looking around the apartment looking for Raoul, when he spotted him coming out of the master bedroom with his gear. “Ah! There you are Raoul! I was just awaken by the most bizarre summons from Jupiter…”

“Yes, Heiku, you will be joining me on a mission, have you been briefed?” Raoul looked at the poor doctor; his cloak was placed inside out, and the doctor somehow managed to fasten it without noticing. He apparently didn’t take the time to check his attire as he flew out of his home.

“No! I don’t know anything, I was told to pack my surgical kit and report to you. I haven’t been summoned like this in all my life! What the hell is going on!?”

“I will brief you as we leave, we don’t have time right now.” Raoul turned as he walked to the door, “Yui, come here.” Yui, who was standing off to the side, was wringing his hands with such a sad face, then rushed to Raoul’s side. “Yui, I may be gone for some time, if something happens to me, I’ve left instructions for your care…” Raoul touched his cheek, and kissed his lips gently for several moments not caring if Heiku saw him or not. “I will return soon.”

Yui blushed, but gave Raoul a brave smile, “Yes, Master- Farewell.” Raoul retrieved his utility bag, and left with the baffled Heiku for the Space Dock.

*~*~*

Sir Raymone was in the command center running the engines one final time before departing, Luther entered the center followed by Lord Am. “Sir, Lord Am and his team have arrived.” Luther stood near the entrance waiting to be acknowledged.

Luis waved him off without looking up. “Yes, thank you Luther, please see to their quarters and prepare to depart.”

“Yes sir, excuse me Lord Am, Lord Quiahtenon.” Luther bowed and exit the command center. Raoul and Heiku stood in silence, as the Commander continued his flight preparations; the tension was thick between the two men. Luis finally broke the silence.

“Welcome aboard Lord Am, and Lord Quiahtenon, thank you for your patience, we will depart in a few minutes, I hope you will forgive our rather hasty departure; I’m sure you were briefed as to our mission, as you can understand, time is of the essence.”

“Yes, thank you Sir Raymone, I was briefed less than an hour ago by Jupiter, and understand our objective; however I do not know all the details. Lord Quiahtenon has not been briefed, so I will do that momentarily,” Raoul looked intently at Luis, “Has there been any further developments?”

Luis stood up and faced Raoul, “There’s been no update, however, Aristia is quite a mess right now, so little information has been let out except that footage. There will be a debriefing in the ready room as soon as we clear orbit in approximately one hour, please take the time to settle into your quarters.” Raoul was about to object, feeling Sir Raymone was too laid back, as if he were taking an evening stroll around the stars. He bit his tongue remembering Jupiter’s warning; so did his best to remain calm.

Heiku on the other hand, was becoming annoyed as he was in the dark; Raoul had only mentioned they would be traveling to Aristia, and that he may be needed. He knew Iason and his household had gone there on Holiday, and presumed that perhaps Iason had been injured somehow. He could appreciate the need for secrecy when it came to Lord Mink, however, the size of the ship and crew; plus Raoul in uniform- gave the Blondie chills, knowing full well that Raoul only wore his Intelligence attire when his special skills were called for.

Raoul gave the Commander a nod, “Right- in one hour then, thank you.” Raoul and Heiku exited the command center in silence. Raoul’s blood was boiling, anxious to get going and wishing he could grab the controls, and fly to Aristia taking the fastest worm hole available, that would trim the usually ten day fight to seven on their military transport. But he would have to rein in his emotions, he needed to be a part of this mission, even if he had to obey the orders of his on-time Instructor, Luis Raymone.

Heiku was silent as they walked down the corridor, his anxiety clearly showing in his eyes. Raoul noticed this also, “I’m sorry Heiku; we’ve not had time to speak, let’s put our gear up in our quarters, and then join the men before the briefing.” Heiku nodded as they were led by Luther. The two of them would be sharing quarters, which was fine by them- knowing space was limited on that vessel. Luther couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the two preoccupied Blondie’s, as they placed their equipment on their bunks.

Luther always appreciated their beauty, and felt proud knowing what he knew about them; as if he were above them in that respect. He did not like dealing with them, however beautiful they were; always difficult, and snotty, as if the world revolved around them. But he knew they had no idea who they really were, or what they really stood for. He truly hoped Iason was the Flame, destined to return Amoi to its origins once more.

Raoul and Heiku walked into the crew’s quarters, and were surprised to see it was nothing more than an open bay with rows of bunk beds with foot lockers. There were several common areas with cushioned seats. Raoul scanned the area and spotted his men, sitting in one of the common areas, next to their bags which had been stacked in a pile untouched.

Lord Saber, a weapon’s specialist and second in command to Raoul approached; it was obvious that he was upset by the look on his face. “Lord Am, do you believe this?! We are to travel as nothing more than common bunkmates to this group of glorified security guards; who do they think we are!?”

Luther, who was stowing away his equipment in his footlocker stiffened at the arrogance of Lord Saber, and glared at the indignant Blondie and shook his head; and under his breath said, “What a pain in the ass.”

Lord Saber hissed, “And just who do you think you are?! How dare you address me in such fashion, I should have you whipped!” Lord Saber stepped forward, and was about to grab Luther by the throat when suddenly, Luther dodged the approaching Blondie, grabbed his hand, and spun around him as he kicked his knees from under him, sending the surprised Blondie crashing down on his knees.

Before Raoul and Heiku could react, both teams lunged at each other sending bags, bunks and bodies flying everywhere, when just at that very moment, Commander Raymone entered the crew’s quarters, and upon seeing the chaos bellowed out, “AS YOU WERE GENTLEMEN! The men all froze as the Commander stepped forward and in a low deliberate voice spoke. “We will meet in the ready room in 30 minutes,” he glared at both teams, “I suggest you stow away your equipment and return this pig sty to it’s proper order.” The Commander turned on his heels, and as he exited the room addressed Raoul, “Please join me in my quarters Lord Am and Lord Quiahtenon.”

Raoul looked at Lord Saber and his team of Elite Specialist’s, “If any of you ever embarrass me again, I’ll personally throw you all in the brig myself, I’m sure there is a private bunk there for you! Get your fucking equipment stowed away NOW!” Raoul’s tone was low, as his face betrayed his darkened mood; which sent chills down the spine of everyone in the room. “Just what do you think is going on here? There are more important issues here, than where the hell you are going to sleep!”

Luther and his team began to clean up the mess, as Lord Saber adjusted his uniform, and then in a more composed tone whispered to Raoul, “My apologies, Lord Am, as you can understand, we were not briefed as to the manner of transportation on this mission; the Elite are not accustomed to sharing quarters with civilians.”

Raoul’s jaw was clenched as he fumed internally; then raised his finger and pointed to the other team, “You see these men? They are the very ones who trained you, when you were a snot-nosed tyke in the Minor’s Academy, it would do you some good to share quarters with these ‘civilians,’ perhaps you’ll learn a thing or two.” Raoul glanced at Luther, who was pretending not to listen as he continued to clean up. Raoul turned around and was joined by Heiku as they left the room.

Heiku was thinking about what he just witnessed, “Raoul, who are those men?” Raoul finally calming down a bit explained, “They are a team from the Firm, Shield of Honor, and they are in command of this mission.”

Heiku stopped, and lowered his voice, “Shield of Honor you say? I’ve heard they are quite…a …secretive organization.”

“Yes, and there is much you will hear in the briefing, so please be patient Heiku.” Raoul managed to give him a half-hearted smile.

Heiku stared at him, then spoke, “Does this have anything to do with Iason?”

Raoul stiffened as he heard Iason’s name, “Yes.”

Commander Raymone was reviewing the star charts, when an incoming beacon came from Sir Stone. “Luis, I’ve just received an interstellar communication from the Elder Class on Aristia, indicating that Aristia was in a state of chaos. They said the Ios was lost, and the number of casualties was in the hundreds, however, he indicated there were many injured, and were evacuated in time through emergency pods and medical shuttles.”

At that moment Raoul entered the Commander’s quarters, and it was clear by the look on their faces, that they had heard the message. Louis raised a hand and signaled Raoul and Heiku to enter. “Sir Stone, please continue, Lord Am and Lord Quiahtenon have just joined me.” Raoul and Heiku took a seat next to the Luis.

Hector cleared his throat then continued, “Yes, as I was saying, there were a large number of survivors that have been triaged to the main Medical Center in the Capital, and to surrounding medical facilities.
At this time it is unknown if Lord Mink, or his party has been found.”

Luis placed his hand on his chin, “Do we have any idea how the ship was attacked?”

Hector shook his head, “No, but we did receive footage taken by their satellites of the Ios, as it crashed into the Space Station. This has just been released, please review it and see what- if anything- it reveals to you or your team.” Hector looked at Raoul, as the color of his face went pale, “This will be difficult for you to watch Lord Am, Lord Quiahtenon, I do apologize.”

The footage played, showing the horrific scene of individual pods and emergency shuttles as they flew away in every direction from the doomed Cruise Liner Ios. They sat stunned in silence, then both men gasped as the Ios crashed into the space station, and exploded sending debris into the atmosphere.

“Jupiter help us!” Raoul stood up, his hands clenched in a fist as he struck the wall making a dent in it. “How fast can we get to Aristia Sir Raymone?!” Raoul’s voice trembled, as he once again viewed the screen as the video feed focused on the debris falling. Heiku just stared at the screen, stunned by the amount of destruction; more importantly, the loss of life an attack like that would generate. He slowly glanced at Raoul who seemed to implode, fearing what he might be thinking.

Luis now spoke, “Hector, I’m certain your son found his way to a pod, and if I know him to be his father’s son, he is with Lord Mink.” Luis spoke reassuringly, as Hector’s grim face tried to smile at his long-time friend’s attempt to cheer him up.

Raoul was beside himself after witnessing the footage, and sat back down and placed his hands in his face. Heiku placed a hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him. Hector looked at Raoul, “Lord Am, my son Ayuda is highly trained, I’m certain if he survived…he is by Lord Mink’s side,” Hector then turned to Luis, “Commander, I will continue to monitor the communications grid throughout the quadrant, and keep you updated. For now, you have been given clearance by Jupiter to travel through sector 949.2 and should reach the outer worm-hole in the path of the Ancients, that should cut your trip down to less than five days.”

“Thank you Hector, please thank her for me.”

Hector nodded “Yes, and have a safe journey my friend. Lord Am, there is much you do not understand by the expression on your face, however, I’m certain Sir Raymone will brief you on matters you will find revealing. Lord Quiahtenon, you are on this mission for obvious reasons, if Lord Mink is injured, you are the right Physician to have on hand, with your extensive knowledge of Blondie physiology, let's hope you are not needed. Until then, farewell gentlemen, and have a safe journey.”

The video feed ended leaving Raoul a bit confused, being the Head of Intelligence he had knowledge of Sector 949.2, or as it was also known, as Jupiter’s Path or Path of the Ancients. It was forbidden to travel that worm-hole as it was unstable, and dangerous to even the most skilled pilots. One risked being lost forever, as it was said the worm-hole never appeared in the same sector twice.

The Commander looked at the two Blondie’s, “We shall brief the crew first, then later in the evening, I will brief you on what you just heard. You two must realize, that what you will hear will shock you, as no Elite has clearance for this information, including Lord Mink. However, by the end of this mission, he may not be the same person you have always known. I trust you will be cooperative in keeping this to yourselves, until I have the opportunity to speak with you again.”

Raoul stared back at Luis, his mind was running a million miles an hour trying to comprehend and digest what he just saw. “If you mean to tell me there is more to this attack, then yes, you have my complete cooperation. As the Head of Intelligence, I know that the Firm has ties to Jupiter as Jupiter’s Counsel, similar to Lord Mink; one thing I want to know Sir Raymone- and be honest with me- do you think Lord Mink…that Iason has survived the attack?” Raoul whispered.

Luis, knowing how Raoul felt about Iason, chose his words carefully, “Lord Mink is an exceptional Blondie, his fate was written long ago, and there is a greater purpose linked to this attack, that is for sure. However, Lord Mink is unaware of the path he is walking, one that neither you or I are worthy to travel. Our mission is to find Lord Mink, and return him to Amoi, to Jupiter.” Luis placed a hand on Raoul’s shoulder, “Lord Am, I know that Lord Mink is important to you, and I know this will be a difficult mission; but there is no room for error, we must be focused and have our wit’s about us, if we are to succeed.”

Sir Luis walked near the communication equipment, and picked up his star charts, then placed them back down, and spoke once again.

“The matter of the crew must be dealt with. My team is highly specialized in this field; there must be cooperation from both entities. Your presence was meant to place a Diplomatic ‘face’ representing Jupiter’ interests and Amoi’s; I know this will be hard for you to accept, but we were always meant to lead the mission. I have no intent to minimize your role, I have confidence you will be an asset and not a burden.”

Raoul stood in silence, never thinking he would be a front to the real mission; did Jupiter think so little of his position- of his Elite? He knew the Shield of Honor was a highly skilled organization, as all Elite were trained there, but he always felt the Elite community was above all on Amoi. That’s what he was trained to believe, bred to uphold; now this picture was beginning to fade, as he found himself a student once again under the eye of his former instructor.

Raoul sighed, “Yes, I will see that my Elite team cooperate with you, as it is my mission to see Iason returned safely,” Raoul gave Luis a slight smile.

“Very good, then let’s get to the ready room and brief the men.”

*~*~*

Iason felt a stinging in his arm making his hand twitch, then he felt the pressure of oxygen being forced into his nose. He began to moan, as the searing pain felt throughout his body began to register in his mind. His heart raced, and the ringing in his ears began to slowly fade, as voices were all around him, and hands were gripping his limbs. As he tried to awaken, he began thrashing about, as the panicked medical team tried to prevent the waking Blondie from injuring himself.

Victor was heard in the foreground, “Get the restraints on him! But be careful not to press too hard on the incisions- get a mild sedative prepared for him after he wakes up. Very good, now every one watch yourselves, he is very strong and confused, so let’s bring him out of it slowly.”

Iason felt as if he was under water with the surface in view, he desperately tried to swim up but felt his arms were being restrained by sea grass. He pulled it off his arms, and kicked his feet trying to break the surface, gasping for air. His eyes opened, and were blinded by the lights in the medical center. He could hear the screams of someone, and the sounds of many voices scurrying about poking and prodding him. He looked around, and could hear the sounds of many machines humming around him. He followed the lines from the monitors, and found they were attached to his body, he pulled at them only to feel his arms being restrained by leather straps.

“Lord Mink! Please settle down, you are injured! You need to not move about so suddenly, or you will re-injure yourself!” Victor tried to calm the disoriented Iason. “Please do not move!” Victor said once more, as he approached the waking Blondie with caution.
Iason focused his eyes and looked at Victor, “Where am I! Who the hell are you, and why was I taken?!” Iason’s voice hissed, as he struggled to remove the restraints. “Lord Mink, I will answer your questions as soon as you are stable, right now you are going to reopen your wounds if you continue to struggle!”

Iason’s vision began to clear a bit, and he turned towards the screaming man on the floor across from his bed. He had two medics attempting to push in his dislocated arm. Iason in his struggle to pull the sea grass he thought was holding him below the water, pulled on one of the medic’s arms, dislocating it and flinging him across the room. He now noticed several young men with cuts and bruises in the room staring at him with fear in their eyes, as he became aware they got that way because of him.

“Where am I? You will release me at once, or you will pay with your lives.” Iason began to feel light-headed, as the strain of his struggle took a toll on him. He closed his eyes as his face contorted in pain.

“Lord Mink, please calm down, or I will be forced to give you a mild sedative; you will surely harm yourself again.”

Iason saw a syringe in Victor’s hand and glared at him, “You will pay for this…you will…regret….you laid your….” Iason began to slowly close his eyes once again as his weakened body was making him faint. His injuries were still healing, and were preventing him from leaping off the bed and escaping.

He slowly opened his eyes as Commander Darius came in, after hearing the alarms, “Victor! What has happened?”

Iason saw for the first time the man who captured him. He stared at Darius and spoke “Are you the one who attacked me? Are you responsible for the Ios? I demand that you release me at once!”

Darius calmly looked at Iason, his sapphire blue eyes where the deepest blue he had ever seen; they showed intelligence, leadership; but at this particular moment, all they showed Darius was anger. He had never met Iason, but knew him very well. Yes, he about his birth, his education, even his love of expensive wines. All that didn’t mean a thing at the moment, as Iason was not in the mood for pleasantries.

“Forgive me Lord Mink, my name is Darius Raymone, Commander of this vessel, and you are my guest. This is regrettably, not the way I’d hope to introduce ourselves; your subsequent injuries were not planned, however, you are on the mend, and so I pray you will not judge us unkindly by the unfortunate accident that caused your injuries.” Darius bowed humbly as Iason continued to glare at him.

Iason was livid, “Do you think me a fool Commander? The Ios was deliberately attacked, there was no plan to speak of, just a sloppy kidnapping, and the death of unknown numbers. If I am your guest, then you are a poor host, untie me at once!”

Darius knew it was not going to be easy to calm the fury behind those eyes, and he really couldn’t blame him. After all, the mission failed in every detail save one- Iason was in his custody. “There is much you need to know Lord Mink, however, you are still recovering, and you will need to rest for yet a while longer, please rest and regain your strength.”

Iason was like a caged lion that had been teased once too many times, “I will rain down on you, and whoever is responsible, like fire down from the heavens. You will not find me so kind should you continue to evade my questions. I will ask once more- who are you people and why was I attacked?!”

Darius was fuming behind a mask of calmness, furious at how things went so wrong when they were planned so well. “Lord Mink, I assure you, I only delay your debriefing due to your injuries…”

“Enough! I will not listen to your useless banter! If you cannot give me the answers I require, then you clearly are not in command; I have no use for excuses- leave me!”

Darius stared back at Iason, clearly pissed off at his stinging words. He clenched his teeth, not wanting to anger him any more than he already was. He was about to leave when Iason spoke.

“That medallion you wear, I’ve seen those symbols before…on Amoi.” Iason looked at Darius, who stiffened up when he mentioned Amoi. He studied Darius from head to toe; he noticed his uniform was neat and pressed, he carried himself with authority and his face was weathered, with a firm jaw that was indicative of one who gives commands. But his eyes were evasive, and cunning; avoiding eye contact which was the opposite his outward appearance reflected- for a Commander.

Iason continued, “Yes, I do believe I’ve seen that symbol before, it represents the Shield of Honor- but I don’t believe the Firm would sanction such a barbaric assault on the Head of the Syndicate do you?” Iason seemed to wither a bit, having over-exerted himself with his tirade.

The Commander, pushing his own anger aside spoke, “This medallion was a trinket I purchased many ears ago- I happen to appreciate antiques, such as this.” Darius smiled at Iason. “There is something about Ancient History that excites me- something we have in common no doubt? We can speak about it once you’re rested, I fear you’ve upset the good doctor and his staff, so why don’t you rest for now.” With that Darius bowed, glancing once more at Iason before turning on his heels and leaving the Med-Center.

Iason knew there was more to this Darius than he led on to, antique or not. He knew the reputation of Lord Stone and the Shield of Honor. Iason recalled his initial training in the Minor’s Academy, and then his advance training by Sir Stone himself. No, Iason knew membership to the Firm was life-long and not one anyone could walk away from so easily.

He thought about Riki, hoping he wasn’t suffering anymore, it saddened him to see the injuries he inherited from his bond with his little Pet. But he was alive, and safe on Aristia; and with his injuries healing, Iason began to think about his rescue, he would need more information, for he still didn’t know much about his captors, except that the Commander had ties to the Firm.

He needed to gather more details, and he also needed to wait on Riki, he knew he was probably resting after their reunion in their mind’s eye. He sighed to himself, when he remembered how happy Riki had been when he first saw him; loved how he convinced him that he was real, when he showed him Aristia through the window in the master bedroom of his Estate. How he ached to hold Riki in his arms again.

“Lord Mink, we need to change you dressings, please allow the medics to proceed.” Victor looked frazzled, his med-center was a mess and he desperately needed to remove the monitors and apply more Accelerator.

“I will not need the Accelerator, let me be.”

Iason thought of Riki; would a second dose of the stinging medication be felt by his Pet, causing him further suffering? He did not want to risk it, after all, he is so small compared to him, and had quite a shock to his system. To first have such wounds appear on his own body, then double his anguish, by having Accelerator sprayed on his wounds while conscious the whole time.

“I’ve have healed enough for now, I’ll let you know if I require pain medication. For now an Opiate-6 would do, instead of a sedative.” Iason wanted to be able to function now that he had awaken, the last thing he wanted was to be too medicated back into the sea of darkness.

Victor’s eyes lit up, he was so truly mesmerized with Iason, and none too proud of the surgical wizardry he and his staff was able to perform, to have Lord Mink restored with no apparent brain damage, considering the head injury he had when he first arrived. He feared the great Blondie had suffered some irreparable damage, but was pleased to see him well, despite his anger.

“Of course Lord Mink, but please rest; your injuries may be healing, but your body is not ready for any real activity. It will yet be sometime before you are fully healed, so please follow my instructions.” Victor smiled. “I will have an Opiate brought to you immediately.”

The medical staff worked on Iason, careful not to provoke the strong Blondie in any way. The monitors were all removed except the one monitoring his vitals. His body was cleansed by the young medics, with gentle strokes using a damp cloth, and his wounds were dressed. He was given a light broth to sip on, and then he was given an Opiate-7 for his comfort.

He raised an eyebrow when he noted the strength; the young medic commented, “You will require at least a seven Lord Mink, as your wounds are many, and deep. You may not feel it now, because of the Accelerator; but soon that will wear off and you’ll run a fever, as your body processes the trauma you experienced, so proper pain medication should begin now if you are to stay…comfortable.” The medic smiled kindly, as he offered Iason a glass of water. “You must be in great pain; we don’t want your vitals to elevate under the stress of your injuries.”

Iason nodded at the young medic knowing he was only following orders, but he seemed genuinely concerned for his comfort. “What is your name boy?” Iason gave the young medic a slight smile; he was a scruffy looking young man, with dark eyes and dark brown hair, which reminded him of Riki.

“Martin, Lord Mink, my name is Martin. It is an honor to meet you.” Martin bowed and smiled sweetly at Iason.

“Thank you Martin, for your concern. What can you tell me about the Commander?” Iason looked at the young medic with his piercing blue eyes, giving the young man chills. He thought Iason was the most enchanting, handsome man he’d ever laid eyes on. He loved his beautiful blond hair and recalled brushing it out earlier. He felt awful when he first saw him all broken and bleeding. He never thought he’d survive the surgeries.

“Commander Darius is admired by many. He’s been to many worlds, and he seems to know the stars by heart I’m told.”

Iason smiled, “Is that so?” Martin blushed a bit, feeling this Blondie had a kindness about him. He had heard their passenger was a famous Blondie, but never expected it to be Lord Mink, Head of the Syndicate.

Victor, who had been listening to their conversation, and feeling none too jealous with Martin, for garnering such a beautiful smile from Iason, interrupted, “That will be all Martin, please allow Lord Mink to rest, we shouldn’t tax him so soon after waking.” Victor gave Martin a pointed look.

“Yes, Sir.” Martin looked down at his feet, “Please excuse me, Lord Mink.” Martin bowed and scurried away, his fellow medics all swarmed around him, eager to hear all the details of his conversation with the great Blondie.

“Please forgive the young man Lord Mink, but you are admired by many.” Victor gave him a warm smile, but Iason did not return the favor.

“Yes, I’ve had a taste of your admiration doctor, so forgive me if I don’t reciprocate your feelings.” Iason looked Victor in the eyes then turned away. “Leave me, I wish to be alone. I’ve had enough excitement for the day.”

Victor bowed, a bit put off by Iason’s words, “Very well, please rest, there will be medics monitoring you throughout the day, please pay them no mind.” Victor left the med-center and headed for the Command Center in search of Darius.

Later that afternoon, Martin snuck in and approached Iason who was resting quietly. “Lord Mink, here, have this- its melon water. I...I thought you might like it instead of water, it tastes good.” Martin placed the glass near Iason then began to sneak out.

“Thank you Martin- you’re the first to show me genuine care…I won’t forget this.” Iason smiled at Martin causing the color to rise in his cheeks. “Is your friend alright? I fear I may have injured several of your fellow medics earlier today.”

Martin bowed “Yes, that was Owen, he is doing better Lord Mink, thank you for inquiring after him.” Martin raised his face and smiled before leaving the med-center. Iason thought about him for a few minutes, perhaps Martin could be of some use to him. Iason sipped on the melon water and smiled when he remembered it was Riki’s favorite, when he was ill. Iason closed his eyes and fell asleep; hoping Riki would soon find him in his dreams.

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