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Wyoming Ute IGT,Living Beyond the Dream, Saturn By: Malissa Madison I followed the directions on the trucks map to the right truck, and was met by one of the Terrellian waitresses from the diner. As I tried to recall her name I said, "I'm on my way to meet with your Headmistress." "Oh I hope no one has gotten into trouble." "No," I replied. "Brandi, do you think they need more help in the diner?" asked Rachel to my relief identifying the twin. "I think they can always use more help. its open twenty four hours you know, just like a real truck stop diner is." That gave me her name and I took in the details of her facial stripes and the small spots here and there that might help me to more easily tell them apart. "Is Brittany still working?" I asked casually. "Yes," she purred and it sounded like a giggle. "She just started her shift. Can you believe Lori is actually cooking? I mean she's a Draconian Princess for Cronk's sake." I wasn't sure what or who Cronk was, so I decided I would wait and ask in a more private setting. A youngish looking woman glided up in front of me, her hair neatly in a bun, her green eyes seemed to sparkle with recognition. She looked like Miss Clara, but a bit younger. "May I help you please?" she spoke. With a curtsey Brandi said, "Mistress Gwendolyn, may I present Miss Malissa?" "Thank you," we both replied at the same time. I was confused now, Miss Clara said this was her older Sister, but she looked as if she was younger. "Is something wrong dear?" "Oh, no I thought Miss Clara said you were her older sister, but maybe I was mistaken," I explained my confusion. "No you heard her correctly. But I'm not really that much older than she is, only about a hundred years or so." I thought by her smile she must be joking. "Sex keeps us young, but bearing children takes its toll. Clara has Three Daughters and a Son there for she is placed higher in the family than am I." her smile never wavered. "Had she not met David," she pronounced it 'Da-Veed', "She might still look to be in her thirties, or would it be forties? One forgets things like ages when we reach the Bicentennial mark." She saw my shocked look and smiled. "No I am not going to divulge either of our true age, it is not ladylike." "Oh how right you are," I smiled back. "I just wanted to meet you since I seem to have inherited a few of your students." "Ahhh, yes. I am sure they will do well at your Academy. They were only with me because they could not attend Clara's because of its openness." "Yes I can well imagine how some might have reacted to their presence," I said. "Perhaps your Kitten would like to meet a few others while we get to know each other?" she offered. "My Kitten?" "Please forgive me, I meant daughter, the lovely Rachel." "Momma, I smell horses," she said. "Are there Centaurs here?" "No Child. Centaurs do not send their children to our Academies. Those are Miss Tyler's horses that she has brought to show on different worlds." Rachel looked at me as if to ask permission, "Go ahead but don't get in the way, and take Becca with you." "Thank you Mommy, I be a good girl for Racho," she said. Brandi led them toward the stable section as I stepped into Mistress Gwendolyn's office. She had obviously decorated it to her liking as the walls were adorned with all manner of things I could identify as being used for Bondage as well as S&M. I heard a noise from a corner and turned to look that direction, only to find a young feline girl. Her hands bound behind her back, a strange device fitted to her mouth holding her tongue at a point that she could not push it out or draw it back in. "Shastine, Kitten, have you learned your lesson? Will you maintain a civil tongue around those who are not as quick?" "Yeshhhh Maaaaaam," the girls slobber ran in great strings to pool on the floor where she knelt. "Very well Kitten," Gwendolyn gripped the device in the girl's mouth, giving it a gentle squeeze and suddenly her tongue was freed and the device was placed in a bowl of sterilizing solution. Quickly the tongue piercing was removed and replaced with an ordinary looking one. "Thank you Mistress for the kindness of this lesson." I started to protest at first but then I saw the tears in the older woman's eyes. "I do not like to punish any of you, but we must remain civil in all things." She quickly removed the wrist restraints and petted the girl until she purred. Then the girl mopped up her drool from the floor before leaving. "No doubt you think that was cruel," I was startled to hear. "Well yes, it looked barbaric," I admitted. "Do you not use bars of soap for the same purpose?" "Well yes, it tastes nasty and gives them reason to remember not to use vulgar language in public." I was almost smiling with pride. "And would kill half of the non-human students within five minutes," "Oh, I didn't know that." "Then I really am happy that we are having this talk. Every Kitten here knows the punishment for using bad language. As I am sure that your girls know yours." We talked for a bit and she said she would be sure to send their regular school transcripts to me. Then led me through the dorm portion of the trailer. I saw the girl Shastine with several others, she looked to be begging them for something. Mistress Gwendolyn pinned a small rose broach to my blouse and suddenly I could understand what was being said. "Please, let me have the bottom bunk. I'm, I don't like being up so high." "Darrella, you can have my bunk. Let her have yours so she can stay with her sister," offered a Fox girl. Darrella looked as if she was about to protest. But then relented at the last moment. "Fine, have it your way." she swished her tail in agitation. "Don't swish that tail at me Missy, I'll give it a good yank and have you crying like a Weejowee." "Are they always this tense with each other?" I asked. "No these are the Kittens who are in my Academy to learn to be, what is the word? Ahh, Concubines to their own Mistress. They haven't had the sexual education classes for almost a week, and the hormones are raging." "Will those that are coming to my school experience this level of tension?" "No they are Daughter Kitten's, only at my academy because they could not hide in Clara's. But I know how the girls in your school play with one another after the lights are out." I blushed a bit. "Yes they do, and we turn a blind eye to it as long as no one is hurt in the process. It is part of growing up," I said. "As it is for these Kittens. The Cultural differences out there," she gestured toward the universe ahead of us. "Is very much like that of your own ancient royalty. The kings and lords had harems of young girls and boys willing to satisfy their every need, Kittens due to their young age. But these Kittens will be cherished. Looked after, and loved. Most will even become highly regarded." "You mean they are being trained to please some king or his lords?" "Oh no, no, these kittens belong to their Ladies. The true power in almost every universe." she looked at me seriously then. "And should it become known that one is being mistreated, the Lady forfeits not only her Kittens, but the kittens of her family. So you see, to become a kitten is truly an honor. Just as it is to hold the love of a,,,,,, Transgendered person. They are highly prized on many worlds." We came to another truck and before entering she pressed a button beside the door. "Marissa, I have a visitor who would like to meet your Kittenettes." "They are not old enough for adoption yet," came the reply. "Marissa, I just want you to meet her. She is taking over my Sister's academy. And some of your kittens may wish to go there instead until they are old enough to decide which path they wish to pursue." "Oh, well why didn't you say so? Please come in. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sitting by myself in Big Dog watching the tail lights of the Bravo Command and Slammers escort vehicles I was bored. And then I began seeing periodic reflections on the pavement. It seemed like they were about ten miles apart. "TooTall, Daddy, Dad, we got lane markers," I said into the air knowing that the truck would redirect my call to wherever they were at in the convoy. It seemed like only moments later that they began appearing in double rows. We'd been on the freeway for three days now and this was our first sign that the road might have actual lanes. "Warning, three hours to Saturn interchange. Warning, three hours to Saturn interchange. All drivers please return to your vehicles and prepare to disengage Star Train." The warning began repeating itself every few minutes. Five minutes later TooTall was beside me in the passenger seat. "Where's Daffodil?" I asked. "I'm here Mommy," she replied as she climbed into her seat, fastening the buckles. "Cookie wants to watch too." she was holding the little skunk in her arms. I could hear Daddy, and Dad checking in with all the trucks behind them, as TooTall began calling our column. "Everyone's ready," they said. "All passengers please return your Transports. We are about to disengage the Star Train Mode," Old Elk said. "And thank you for traveling Wyoming Ute Inter-Galactic Trucking," giggled May from her seat in Butterfly. Now the reflectors had formed four separate lanes. The left hand lanes were flashing red. "Left column, disengaging and dropping back," called Old Elk. A few minutes later he called out, "we are clear." "Go for it love, you're behind the wheel," my husband told me. "Middle column, Disengaging, and dropping back." I watched as my side mirror reappeared and I saw the column behind me separating from the rest. As Chop Shop's trailer passed I began edging over. "We're clear, what now?" "I guess we link up in a single file train," said Momma Jill. "While we were in the single file, those not quick enough to return to their own trucks managed to do so. Looking down at the gauges I began going over everything, temperature was reading in the green. Coolant was in the green. Speed was still in a strange reading, 4000Kps. I reasoned out that it meant we were running at 4000 Kilometers a second. But I still had trouble wrapping my mind around that number. Then I saw the fuel level. We were at just above half on all tanks. "Love, have you looked at the fuel levels?" "Dad, We're at half full on all our tanks," TooTall informed Old Elk. "Yeah we're about the same. I wonder if there will be any place to fill up at this inter-change," Daddy said. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Saturn Inter-change, Fuel, restaurants, a Gift Boutique and live entertainment," I read off the information Beauty had suddenly provided. "Atmosphere, Ammonia Sulfur, with two percent Oxygen. Breathing masks will be required to exit the vehicles." The trucks began informing us. Wanderer and Night Wolf were no longer ahead of us, and all we had to give us any information was our trucks and Major Jinx. "Major, do you know of a place up ahead where we can all pull off to get fuel?" I asked as I began seeing side warnings that we were about to enter the outer ring of the interchange. "Yeah just follow us, we'll take you to the Star Pilot. It's kind of like your truck stops. Only they're on the outer edge so they fuel space craft as well. You'll want to be sure everyone has a breather if they're outside. Oh and goggles, the Ammonia and Sulfur can really mess up your vision." "Thanks we'll do that," I told her. "You better start breaking down the train. They have regulations against more than two trucks linked together. And you can bet the cops know you're coming." We began breaking apart, and soon we saw the exit commit markers flashing by as the gravitational forces of the toll booths took hold. Our speed had dropped to two hundred miles an hour by the time we hit actual atmosphere. The haze I'd seen turned out to be a light mist. And the first thing we saw were six police vehicles lined up beside the road. As the last truck passed they fell in behind us, following all the way to the Star Pilot. We began pulling up the refueling stations, searching for a place to park large enough to let us all stay together. I pulled on my breather mask, then leaned over and fitted Molly's before opening the door. I still had trouble with calling it an airlock. As I stepped out onto the first step, it extended further to hold both Molly and I as it began descending. The soft breeze wafted up under my short skirt, I giggled. A refueling robot rolled up to me and began spouting off in different languages one after the next. "Excuse me I don't understand a word you're saying," I tried to tell it. "Oh Earthling, English, Star Driver. How may I serve you? what fuel do you require?" "Oh thank you for asking do you have a name? Mine is Missy, this is Molly, and this beautiful Truck is named Beauty." "Greetings, Star driver Missy. You may call me Fuel Jockey Ten." I almost giggled. "I like that, you're really cute FJ-10, Molly say hi to FJ." Molly yowl talked, and then FJ yowl talked in return. As a result she took off across the tarmac and into the building. "Ok, thank you FJ. Beauty here requires Number Two Diesel," I said. "Excuse me Human Driver." I looked to see a Star Cop. "Yes," I responded. "That is an illegal fuel," stated the cop as he held out a device and began scanning the fuel tanks. A moment later he handed me a slip of paper. "What is this?" I asked. "Your fine. Two thousand Galactic credits for the one hundred eighty one gallons of banned fuel," he stated with a smile. "How are we supposed to know?" "Not my problem Driver," he said and started toward the next truck in line. "Refueling with liquid Ammonia will alter the illegal state of the current fuel," said FJ. I kissed his face plate. "Thank you FJ." "Beauty, notify all the other drivers. Request Ammonia refuel." "Already done Missy," she responded. "Will you have any trouble burning that mix?" I asked. "None at all, in fact it will increase my driving range by four million miles per tank." I was trying to think of how that would definitely be a big plus when Tim reached me. "Missy, how big was your fine?" he was showing me his own ticket and we began to laugh. Only our first six trucks to refuel had been fined. All the others had gotten the message to request Ammonia before the cops got there. Molly returned carrying a large steak, and rode the lift back up into the cab. "Beauty, will you be able to park yourself with Jumper and the rest?" he asked. "Yes Tim, and I will also authorize payment for the fuel and the fine." As we made our way toward Ice Pack, BJ and Billy joined us. "How would my Ladies like to see their first Inter-Galactic Truck Stop?" he asked us. All our trucks were on automatic, as they waited their own turns to refuel. Looking around I could see several passengers exiting to have a look around. I spotted my oldest sister and she came to see us. "Sorry about your fines," she said. "I didn't think to warn you about the fuel situation." "What? You knew about that?" "Sorry I thought your trucks would have told you. We asked Jinx before we got here and she warned us." As we entered the first thing we saw was the gift shop. I couldn't believe they were actually selling 'Authentic Earth Coffee Mugs' and bumper stickers. A travel guide actually advertised, 'Visit Prehistoric Earth, an adventure in sub-technological living'. The brochure had a warning that there was no Inter-Galactic return ramp. "So how did you get here?" asked a waitress who was about two feet tall. "The on ramp," answered Jill. At our serious look she sped off to talk to someone else at the counter. "My guess," I said. "Is they had no idea that a new on ramp was being built." We placed our order from a translated menu, and talked as we waited. A young woman who could almost be Jill's twin approached us. "Excuse me can I ask a question?" "Sure," Tim said. "I asked and they have a kind of livestock area. But it's empty, and I was wondering if you could ask our driver to back up to the loading dock so I could let my horses have a bit of a leg stretch before we hit the road again?" Tim was saved from having to answer by Joe Heart. "Miss Tyler. Excuse me but I was wondering if you would like to let your horses stretch a bit. Dark Knight and Star Drive are going to let those horses out as well." "Oh, that would be wonderful," she turned to the girls with her. "Kittens we're going to let the children out to play a bit." My cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Missy, Molly wishes to know if she can join the other wolves in watching over the horses," Beauty informed me. "Yes, does she need help with her breather mask?" "No, the Spirit Woman Rain is here to help her." As we made our way back toward the waiting trucks I saw a Mechanics shop. Then I noticed more than a few of our drivers were there looking at a possible answer to our tire problem. They were called "Friction Gravitational Traction Rollers." "Daddy," Rose got his attention. "Can I see if they have a full set that might fit Hopper?" We priced a set, and the quoted us a price for ten Synchronized Rollers at ten thousand credits each. But they only had enough to do nine of our trucks. We looked over all of our trucks to determine which ones were in the most need. Hopper, Ice Pack, Mack Attack, Long Haul, Clyde, and Big Dog were in worst need. We let the rest draw straws for the other four sets. Dark Night, Pie Bald, Casanova, and Ravens Eye got the last four. That left us with twenty three trucks that would need rollers when we got to Pluto. It was going to take them three days to do the conversions but we decided it would be worth it. The new drive rollers had a hundred billion mile rating/warranty. The shop sent a message ahead to a shop on Pluto for us. Then on the second day my sister Stephanie asked the shop owner how long it would take to get another two dozen sets shipped in from Pluto. "We have a few more trucks, between one and two dozen that are on their way," she explained. They also had sets for her vehicles as well as a few others that had been offloaded from some of the trucks. I recognized the '67' Cuda the instant I saw it. "If you pay six million shipping we can have them here day after tomorrow," answered the Terrellian running the shop. Without thinking I said, "Have the rest of ours shipped too, I'll pay the cost." "No you won't, we'll split it down the middle," said Old Elk. Now I was curious about who had gotten left behind. Sitting in Jumper with Tim, Jill, BJ, Old Elk, TooTall, Darlene and Lightfoot we scanned the news from earth. "Elements of the Command group of the previously secret Multi National Military Unit known as Bravo Command are being sought for questioning in the disappearance of Six Classified Containers from Prudhoe Bay. It is believed that they enlisted the aid of two formerly highly regarded Trucking companies in the theft." Those companies are known as Wyoming Trucking, of Ranchester Wyoming and Ute Trucking of Colorado. Three days ago it is believed that these persons, possibly linked to Bravo Command, as one of the individuals matches the description of the Commander, Col. Stephanie Madison-Zimmer, broke into the Blue Springs Sanitarium using lethal weapons and killing several government agents sent to question possible witnesses." Security video footage was shown of the break in, and still frames of the individuals involved were displayed. "That's impossible Tim," I began. "We all know that," he said. "When this was happening we were all sitting at dinner together." "Jumper, call my sister please," I requested. "She will be here in just a few moments." While we waited we watched even more. There were reports of experimental research facilities being robbed and destroyed all over the world. As the news began to repeat the footage Tim asked, "Did any of those cars look familiar?" I knew the car he was referring too. "Tim, My sisters cars are inside one our trailers. Malissa's been here this whole time," I said defensively. Before anyone else could say anything Stephanie arrived. "Sis, what's going on?" "Our,,,,,, Baby Sister has decided to join us. Missy this is all very highly classified." When the others started to get up and leave she said, "No please stay. You need to know this as well. Especially if you plan on returning to earth." After a moment she said, "Maybe we should hold a drivers briefing." "Maybe everyone should know it," suggested a new arrival. Looking around I saw Maddie Grey. "You're right Maddie, they should know. Those who don't already that is." We waited for the rest to log into our live conference before I introduced my oldest sister. She got right to the point of the meeting. "Many of you already know what is happening on Earth. My Command was created to deter war if and whenever possible. When we were contacted by the Bio-Ship Wanderer, is was to enlist pour aid in an attempt to save Mankind from itself. That and to help her find her life companion who had been abducted in an attempt to gain her secrets. "Bravo Command had over the years discovered secret and illegal Clone research. You can imagine my own shock when I discovered that I was one they had lost track of. But not just myself. My three younger sisters. Two you all have met, Missy Wyoming, and Malissa Pierce. We three are the ones they lost track of. The one in the news, Stephanie Wolf, was raised and trained in one a series of secret development sites. She is what is termed an Alpha Construct. They are controlled by mental programming which begins at conception. When they become aware of the controls and begin to question their orders they are either triggered to suicide, or hunted down and killed." But a good number have achieved freedom, and done nothing but good so far as we know. Stephanie Wolf is a member of the Free Alpha Alliance. And it she who is in the news back home. they are going to join us out here, and are helping others to escape Earths persecution for being created and not becoming a mindless government controlled killing machine." The trucks she is leading are from MMA, they gathered a few more stragglers from Clara's along the way. Here is the news footage before it was edited for broadcast. Those who filmed it are being marked for rescue as we speak." Without further word the live footage began to play. The rescue of the Terrellians on the interstate. Then the rescue of Destiny and her mother, and that of the other two Cadets. "My god they're shape shifters. And, and they're fighting against machine guns with just swords." I heard a gasped response over the intercom. "Yes and from what I can see they are going out of their way to be sure no one else gets harmed. Unlike those government assholes, shooting everything that moves." Came another. After it was over she said, "It is the human's own Moral and Ethical Code built into each of us that triggers the awakening from what we can tell. As the orders and missions begin to conflict with that the Alpha's and other programs begin to gain the ability to question orders and eventually become self-aware. That is why they are trying to leave Earth, to stop the governments from using them against each other." "What about Momma and Daddy?" I asked her and was assured they were safe. "We have an incoming Message for Col. Zimmer." Announced Jumper. "Tribe, good to hear from you. Did they make it to the Portal ok?" there was a three minute delay before we got an answer. "Not the one in the desert. They just moments ago passed through the portal at the North Pole." Malissa had joined us now and was looking between her husband and the man named Tribe. Another beautiful woman stepped up behind him. "Tribe, the Russian Free Alpha's are ready to head for one of the portals." She told him. It was like looking into a mirror. Donnie and Malissa on one side and Tribe and the other woman on the other. "Uhh Tribe, tell them to request Ammonia instead of diesel or gas. Those are outlawed fuels here. The vehicles can handle the change." I said. "Thank you Mrs Wyoming," he answered. I expected everyone to have a billion questions. But instead they seemed content to research the facts for themselves. No wonder the Wanderer had chosen everyone for this trek. They were smart enough to want to figure it out themselves. It was a bit later that Malissa finally asked Stephanie a question. "Why did you bring back the Bitch?" of course it caught me off guard her referring to the car we'd all learned to drive in. Reaching out caressing Corra's cheek she answered, "So my newest most precious Niece will have something to drive when she returns home. Besides the Wanderer asked why I had salvaged her from that scrap yard the day after she arrived there. I just couldn't stand to see her completely destroyed, she ties us all together." "What do you mean by that?" I wanted to know. "You'll see in three days," she promised with a wink. They had an inside stock yard of sorts and let us offload the livestock and horses to get exercise. I watched as the individual cars were unloaded and taken to the shops for tires. I was standing with Malissa beside the bitch, her car Julie and her sister's car Cinderella when the back of Stephanie's transport was opened three days later. It was a powder blue '66' Cuda that was rolled out and run over to the shop for Wheels. I began wondering about the odds, it was unlikely that outside of a muscle car show anyone would see four '66's together in one place. "It'll be sweet to see all six of the '66's lined up together," commented her husband whom we all knew as 'Top'. But he was gone before we could ask what he meant. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In the Star Pilot Diner, Babsie Brightfeather sat flirting with a rather cute waiter. She couldn't explain why she was doing so, there was something intriguing about him. They were talking diner lingo, and techniques of serving. "Caro, why don't you come by the Diner? I have to be at work in twenty minutes, and you can watch me work," I suggested. Caro was graceful as he glided beside me up the ramp into Eagles trailer. My sister's watching us like hawks, as I led him to a table in my section. "Wait here, I have to get my apron on." I told him. Then as I stepped into the kitchen for my apron Paula cornered me. "Why did you bring someone from the diner here?" "Relax, he just wants to watch me work," I told her. "Or are you jealous because I saw him first?" We were still doing good business, though we were limited to only serving people from our convoy. No one from the local diner had even ventured out to look before. I saw Lori, our Draconian waitress stop and begin chatting with him. "Lori, this is Caro, my friend from the Star Pilot," I introduced him. "You brought a Duruukian into your diner, your home?" she said a bit too curiously. "Yes and if I want I'll fuck his brains out too," I was feeling a bit defensive though I couldn't explain why. She just drew back and looked at me a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you. I think my words might not have come out correctly." "Babsie, forgive me. I think Lori was about to tell you about Duruukian customs." He said. "No I was going to explain how your race got the nickname Double Dippers," Lori said. Then she whispered into my ear, "He has two fully functional Cocks." Now I really was interested. "Go take the night off. I'll cover your shift here, just be careful." She looked at Caro, "You hurt my friend and you will not be able to hide from me," came her warning. "Hey, Lori I'm a big girl I can handle two at a time," I blurted out, blushing and grabbing his hand only to run into Paula. "You might as well get it out of your system. You haven't had a good Lay in months." She snickered. We began slowly, two cocks weren't the only thing he had two of. His twin tongues twined around my own making me breathless. I was sure that at eighteen I could handle getting DP'd, it wouldn't be my fist time. But of course it was the first time with only one lover. In no time I was grunting and squealing my body shaking all over, then everything went black and I was floating. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to, to," I heard him saying. "Babsie, talk to me, what happened?" It was Marline. "I, I passed out." I was reaching for Caro. "He, he didn't hurt me, he fucked me till I passed out." my head was still spinning. "Oh, Oohhhhh, Sorry," she giggled. And backed out of my room. "Marline?" "Paula, baby sister is just fine. She had herself a Mega Orgasm and passed out." It took me a long time to convince him that he had not hurt me, that he had given me such intense pleasure that I had passed out from it. "Like drinking too much Klah," he finally said mentioning the space version of Moonshine. He was more gentle, more slow, yet eager to take me to that point over and over again. I was sad the next day when he said he needed to go do something. But I was too tired and sore to protest. Paula let me soak in the tub and rest up. I guess she was worried after I'd slept for nine hours straight. But then she insisted I work Lori's next shift for her before I went to find Caro again. The evening crowd was in full swing, and all the Spirit women were there at their usual table. I was in the process of bringing them their usual spiced coffee when they suddenly stiffened then old Rain nodded behind me. "Someone wishes your attention, child." I turned to see him standing there, he was holding something behind his back. "Caro, what is it, are you ok?" "Babsie, sweetest Babsie. I brought you something to remember me by. I know our customs are different, so I understand yesterday meant something different to you," he held out the hugest feather I'd ever seen. It was easily three feet long and a foot wide. I stood frozen staring at the feather in his hand. "What kind of feather is that?" asked Carline. "It is a feather from the Ruuk, it is like an Eagle here on Saturn." He looked confused now. "Oh My god, you want to marry my baby sister," Marline said. "What?" I gasped in realization that he too was offering something without knowing its meaning. "Child sit down," encouraged the Spirit Women. "In our culture, if you give a gift of an Eagle feather to an unmarried Maiden, you are pledging your intent to marry her," explained Fox. Saffrella, Lori's mother was there. "Excuse me, in his culture, when a woman invites a man into her bed for sex, they become married." Now everyone was looking at me. I smiled up at him, trying to imagine my life without him. Then I took hold of his hand. "Do you want to go with us. To have me forever and always?" "You, you would wish for that? Even after you passed out while we were," he said something in his native language. "If she won't I will," piped up Paula. "Caro, yes. Now and forever." I wrapped myself around him. "I, I should introduce you to Shaynanna," he said. "She will carry the news to my family." "Oh does she work in the diner?" asked Paula. "Shaynanna is a Ruuk. She will meet my family as their paths cross near the pole." "I thought Ruuk's never landed?" said Carline, as she was looking them up on the computer. "They don't," confirmed Saffrella. "Only those who are without a Ruuk to Care for ever leave the family group." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Even as the notices were going out things were happening outside their little group. I was just leaving the little stockyards arena where beings of all kinds were watching Erika Tyler's Kittens performing with their horses. The sound of alien sirens rose as they neared us. Only to vanish in a blur as they passed through the portals further down the busy highway. Moments later more of the police and emergency vehicles raced by. There was a growing crowd at the edge of the roadway, many hoping for a glimpse of what might be revealed. Soon several of what could only be described as Bug vehicles appeared, silent yet fast, their outer skin shifting in glowing colors as they manipulated the portals. Sealing off that exit, before following out of sight. "What's going on?" I asked BJ who'd just come from the convoy. "Accident, big accident," said someone in the crowd. "No I heard it was a high jacking," said another. "A Barrakian Freighter dropped out of Hyperspace right in the middle of rush hour. Hit the activation pillars on the other side and caused a hellacious pileup." I looked around to see who was talking, and found Night Wolf standing there. "They were running stealth dampening generators, illegal in this Galaxy. Especially this close to a Freeway Hub, they couldn't see the pillars or the freeway through the shielding. I suggest everyone move back for your own safety." Just then a ball of flame shot out through the closed portal, scorching vehicles as they were passing. Alarms began going off all over the place and we were scrambling for the trucks as one of the bugs rolled slowly out onto the road in front of us. Its outer hull was blackened, and shredded, and it was clearly a dead vehicle. In seconds more showed up to haul it away. No scrap was left behind. "Night, what happened? I thought those things were like impervious." I said. "Not when they choose to contain such explosions to protect others." "Please tell me that wasn't our next jump onto the freeway," Tim said. "So we are here for a while longer," commented Old Elk when Night Wolf didn't respond. "You can take a more scenic route, or you can wait for the new portal to be built." "Uhh, how long will that take Sis?" asked Red. "About a week." She smiled at him. "You still consider me a Sister?" "Sweetie, you will always be family," I told her. "No matter what happens." And we all hugged her. Then she asked, "Flower, how do you like the changes to Kanuti Princess?" We walked around to the front of the trucks and then we saw her. She was sparkly Pink just like Beauty. "Night did you do that?" she was near tears of joy. "No silly, your truck knows you as well as the rest of us do, probably better." "So did you hear about Babsie and that waiter from the diner?" asked Rose. "No what happened?" I was curious. "She married him, Hopper just gave me the announcement before all this excitement started." "Is she staying here?" "No he's going with us. He gave her a Ruuk feather." "A what feather?" asked Tim. "A Ruuk," said Rain. "It is the equivalent of a Bald Eagle on Earth, just quite a bit larger." She spread her hands to indicate a size larger than the truck stop. At my inquisitive look she snickered and responded, "No, none of us saw this coming." Over the next few days the rest of our trucks were refitted with the new tires. I still have trouble referring to them as Rollers. They looked similar in size and shape. But they are made of something more durable than rubber. I was driving beauty back to the lineup when Lady Justice pulled in off the freeway. She was flanked by two others of alien design and followed by that huge Prison transport, 'Reaper'. As I walked around her looking her over I spotted the new modifications. She now had armament, and there were places where other vehicles could link in. On top of the cab, and at the rear of the trailer were the strobes that marked her as a Law Enforcement vehicle. We were soon surrounded by dozens of Alien Officers, eager to meet us and tell us how much they enjoyed having humans on the force now to help with the other human travelers from the other universes. Then I saw Diamond Back as she pulled out of line to fall in behind the 'Reaper'. "It's been good traveling with you all," said Maddie Grey. "Tell your sister I'll be stopping in whenever I can to visit Michelle, I just hope I don't get lost out there." Three of the big Road builder vehicles that looked like gigantic bugs came rolling down the highway. "Well Sis, that's our cue," Wolf said to Darlene as he and Lorelei hugged and kissed her. The road bugs were busy doing something and then I saw it was a temporary ramp created by the first bug as it stretched and flattened out across the void. Reaper led off as the four other trucks fell in behind the second bug, the third following the group. When they were beyond the haze where the pillars should have been the first bug began reforming itself, creating a barrier. "Mom," I was interrupted by Running Water. "Have you seen the download from Lady Justice?" she had her laptop open pointing to something. 'Inter-Galactic Convoy Regulations and Guidelines.' 'With system and Individual Planetary Laws and Regulations'. There was a previously highlighted section, "Convoy length, and Star Train Density." "Convoys shall be limited to no more than twelve vehicles in a group, while on the surface of a planet. Multiple convoys will have a minimum spacing of Three Kilometers between groups." "Only single convoy star trains are permitted on planetary surfaces and only between settlement outer markers. Star trains will be limited to three convoys in width while between planets, there is no limitation on length. The next section was labelled "Hitch Hiking" "Hitch Hiking is not permitted within five kilometers of the commit markers to any portal. Nor is it permitted when off planet unless there is a vehicle emergency requiring one to exit the vehicle for safety." "Star Drivers are required to identify all passengers in the vehicle log. No hitch hiker under the inter-galactic age of consent (fourteen standard years of age), is to be picked up without a Parent or Guardian present, except in cases of emergency." "Only Emergency stopping is allowed between planets. All other stopping will be viewed as obstructing the flow of traffic." "In case of emergency Drivers should activate their Emergency Beacon, and call *55 for assistance." I smiled realizing that *55 was pretty much the same as 911 for Highway emergencies on Earth. It would put you in contact with the closest highway patrol dispatch station. We held a drivers meeting in the diner aboard Eagle to be sure everyone was aware of the Laws and Regulations. We didn't want anyone running afoul of the law if at all possible. We'd just finished our meeting when a call came in from Earth for Babsie. I got to see her parents live on the big screen. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Mom, Daddies," began Paula. "They should be here any minute, I told them you were going to call." "Is he nice, can he provide for her?" her birth father asked. "Daddy, he grew up flying on a Ruuk. Which if you read the information I sent you is the biggest damned eagle you ever saw. And yes he can more than take care of her needs." She blushed a bit. Then Babsie stepped into view pulling Caro by the hand. "Daddy, Momma this is Caro. He gave me this." She held up the feather. "And we're already married by his customs." Step closer Son," encouraged her father. "Will you promise to do whatever you can to care for her and make her happy?" "Yes Sir, she is my life, my love, my heart," came Caro's answer. "Then you have my blessing. Now tell me about this Ruuk you grew up on," he was full of wonder. "Carrashanna is my mother and father's Ruuk. They pledged to care for her and guide her when she was born almost thirty revolutions ago." He said. "Daddy they count years as revolutions around the sun," interrupted Babsie. "A Ruuk is born in flight. Either they learn to fly, or they fall. If they have no Duruuk pair to guide them, they do not learn to hunt and survive." "I might seem a bit harsh in asking but I wish to know, why you do not have a Ruuk of your own?" "When I became of age to choose a mate, and to Guide a Ruuk, there were no suitable Mates, and no Juvenile Ruuk's for me. Carrashanna was already past her mating prime. So I came here rather than dive into the void. And I am happy to say it was a blessing for me." I sat in the corner making notes of the customs of his people, I would sit with him later to learn more for the Schools archives. But for now I led my family back to our own truck. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Missy, BJ, Jill are you available to look at a map Night Wolf brought us?" asked Tim. "Sure Love, be right there," I answered as I kissed Jill before rolling out of bed. When we got there he had a big map displayed on Jumpers windshield. "Six hundred Klicks this way there is a portal that leads to New Haven, an Earth similar planet. But one that has only primitive life other than along the freeway interchange. It has another portal that will bring us out on Pluto about a hundred klicks from the Omega portal." He drew it out on the map. "Or we can go about fifty more klicks to the Omega Portal." In the end we left it up to a vote of all the drivers. I noted four stop over worlds between New Haven and Omega. There were sixteen between Pluto and Omega. "Beauty, are your fuel tanks sufficient to make each run between those planets without running out?" I asked my truck. "Yes, but Mackenzie, T Man, Mack Attack and Wind rider will need two additional tanks each in order to make the run between Ellipse and Savant." "Do we have room to add additional fuel tanks to all the trucks, and how long will that take?" asked TooTall. Not surprisingly the calculated time would let us leave the day before the next Earth convoy was due in. we all knew there wouldn't be enough room for both groups to fit into the truck stop at the same time. "Lets do it," put in Derrick Sampson. And the rest joined in with enthusiasm. The next two days were busy as we began getting things ready to roll.