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Talon IGPT, 4 Talon, Draconian Load Star Tracker Scout Training Transport Training Cadre: Serene Derrell, Commander, Draconian Mordina, Sub-Commander, Primary Driver, Draconian Lorissa, Sub-Commander, Navigator/Communications, Demonian Dante, Captain, Traffic Control and investigations, Terrellian Portellini, Lieutenant, Crowd Control, Lyconian Valdemere, Lieutenant, Reports and Forms, Terrellian Dove, Captain, Medical Officer, Orion Marsh, Chief Tracker, Rixxian +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It had taken her a bit to accept that everyone really did want her to join the Crew of Talon. There were still four empty bunks in the crew command section, and she was given one for herself. The locker beside it was nearly empty except for the standard issue of Crew equipment. The communicator badge, sidearm, report and citation books. All the things that were a standard issue aboard every Transport. What she didn't have were the personal effects. Pictures, uniforms, and all the personal things everyone brought aboard themselves. She stepped into the shower, her uniform in the refresher, it was the only one she had until she could get a new issue when next they stopped at Omega Seven. No one said anything when she took longer in the shower than was usually allowed. She'd been through something that only four people aboard could understand and connect with. As she sat on her bunk now, pulling on her boots she realized that someone had been here while she was in the shower. There was now a hairbrush, a toothbrush, and a pair of stylus pens on her pillow. She knew these had to have come from the Scouts, the hair brush one that contained the made on Demonia stamp, the toothbrush was from Draconia. But it was the two stylus' that really got her attention. They were the type that also doubled as Pen and Pencil. The pen stylus was emblazoned with the Royal Crest of Terrellia. The pencil stylus held the Crest of Lyconia. She slid the two into her pockets as she pulled out her own pair, the pair that had been given to her by her own Queen, 'Leeki,' on the day she'd been officially commissioned as a Junior Tracker fifteen years ago. Now she stood up and checked herself in the mirror as she brushed out her long hair before fastening her belt around her waist. She checked the pouches and holsters being sure that everything was in its proper place. The left hand pouch contained the 'Force Shield' gloves. The right hand held the 'Finger Blade' gloves. The round handle behind the left hand pouch was her 'Laser Blade' the right side handle was the 'Stasis Net' used to incapacitate those she arrested. Like any other graduate of the IGP Academies, she had to become proficient with a Vershang. But she preferred carrying the personal weapon she'd grown up with, the 'Laser Blade'. Besides her Vershang had been aboard Bone Stripper. Unlike the Vershang it was adjustable, and only the one who's DNA imprinted the handle could activate it. You could do a lot of things with a Laser blade that you couldn't do with a Vershang. But of course she knew that unlike those used in the Earth movies, the blade would not cut through solid steel Blast Doors. It's being adjustable made it ideal for close in combat in narrow spaces. It also held a few surprises that no one else knew about. Hers had a six inch back blade that she could activate if needed, as well as a grip lock. If anyone but she gripped it, it would lock their hand on the grip until she released it. That had been how she'd captured Doru. He'd tried to use her own weapon, gripping it with both hands. 'I should have just killed him then,' she thought to herself. Then felt a pang of guilt over it. Trackers were not murderers, sure he had a death warrant issued. But that was only if he could not be taken alive. Now stepping out into the common area she was greeted by those not on duty. "Thank you everyone," she said. Then she presented both Scouts Midnight and Nati with the Pen and Pencil stylus to replace the ones she'd been given. Next she removed the two Mirrwick wands used to communicate with unbonded Mirrwick and handed one each to Dorian and Vikki. She'd seen something shown to her by those same Mirrwick they were now caring for. Mirrwick always seemed to be able to feel Life Bonds between people. That the female had gone to Dorian freely told her that he and Vikki would always be together in one way or another, even if the young couple hadn't realized it yet. The fact this pair was already reviving after the psychic shock could only mean one thing, they were bonding with the young Scouts. Now she sat among these young people who were destined not only to become friends, but to shape the future of the IGP. She knew that ninety percent of Tracking was a combination of instinct, and the ability to feel what your prey was thinking. Where they were heading, what they wanted most of all at the moment. This she was explaining as well as the process she used, when a stray thought hit her like a lightning bolt. Her eyes unfocused, her inner spirit soaring to that point in the near past when she'd fastened the force cuffs around Doru's wrists. The faces that flashed briefly behind those eyes. The Loki leader Cylon, the intergalactic fugitive who had been executed at Saturn Max, and the face of the unknown Orion girl. Cylon was beyond reach. Janet Riggs, aka Lucinda Regent, or Sylvia Winterbourne was dead, or was she? She'd had numerous clones. But who was the Orion girl? Was she a descendant of Mildred Regent who was related to Lucinda? +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was freaky watching Tracker Marsh as she spaced out right there in front of us. The names and references she mumbled before her head shook violently a moment before she jumped to her feet. "Commander Derrell, I need to get a message to Tracker Command right away," she said. "They have to protect," Cmdr Derrell was filling out the reports on the scouts who had left or been taken out of the program on Demonia. The file on top of her desk was that of Mildred Regent, aka Princess Galaxina Regent. Slowly her hand came up as she pointed to the file. "Her, she has to be protected." "What about Millie?" asked Midnight. "Oh gods she was here, on this transport wasn't she?" she asked. "Tracker Marsh, is there something we need to know about Tracker Scout Mildred Regent?" asked Serena. "Where is she now? I have to know where she is. We cannot allow Cylon to find her." "Why would the Loki Cylon, be looking for her?" asked Lorissa now. "Her mother is a direct descendant of the Regent Family. It was her family that created Galaxia, 'THE' First Ship." "Regent? You mean as in Lucinda Regent?" asked Midnight. "The Ancient/Loki half breed who betrayed the Ancients?" "Yes that's why she was on Earth, not her clones, the real Lucinda. She was searching for," we were interrupted by a loud screeching from the Comm center. "Commander, Col Winters is requesting your attention ASAP," said Scout Terris. "Stephanie, it's a," "I don't have time Commander, is Millie safe?" she demanded. Seeing the Colonel, Tracker Marsh began to shiver then blink rapidly. "She left us at Demonia. Her Mother took her off the mission," said Commander Derrell. "Her Parents were staying at the Palace for the next two weeks." "I have to call Gillian, they need to stay there until my girls and I return," said Col Winters. "You are going after her aren't you?" asked Tracker Marsh. She could feel it. "Marsh, Shimmer just sent out a request for assistance. They have found her at a secret installation on Earth," reported Lorissa now on Communications again. "Shimmer this is Talon, hold one for Chief Tracker Marsh," she said. "Dorian, Vikki, Midnight and Nati, assume command. Get us to Earth, Tracker Marsh has some unfinished business to attend to there. We'll be in the back to welcome Col Winters," said Serena. When they arrived, it was in the company of Gypsy. "Star Command is unable to assist in this. They still have the majority of their troops in the Earta System." She was looking at Earth as it grew larger. "This is where it all began. The first betrayal, the first attack," she said. Suddenly the interior was full of the Translucent Phase Spiders. The next thing we knew the forward windscreen was showing blacktop ahead of us. Internal combustion vehicles flying past us on the other side of a divided highway. The spiders had jumped us here, but where was here? I looked at Nati. "Interstate 95, five Earth miles south of Quantico, Virginia," reported Nati as Talon began to slow down. "How do we do this?" I asked Dorian as I began to turn in on the access road to the Marine Base. Keying his own Comm channel Dorian made the call as I stopped at the closed gate. A squad of armed Marines standing ready in front of us. "Talon to Shimmer, we're at the gate. Can you get us clearance or should we just drive on through?" he asked. While he waited a daring PFC stepped out of the guard shack with a clipboard. He was looking up at the driver window so I keyed the lift. "Talon hold on we're trying to get you clearance," said Nati's cousin Tessa. "Private what the hell are you doing?" demanded an officer as the lift reached the bottom and extended out into the platform. "I'm following procedures Sir, they might have Authorization." The lift was slowly rising back up, then locked into place before the door slid open. "Umm, Hi, I'm PFC Thorne. Might I have your name?" he asked wide eyed. "Tracker Scout Midnight," I offered him my Intergalactic Driver's License. "You're Terrellian, I mean is this a Terrellian Police Transport?" "No it is a Draconian Intergalactic Police Training Transport," answered Dorian. "I am Commander in Training Dorian Gorre." He turned as Serena stepped into the command section. "This is Transport Commander Serena Derrell of the IGP." "Commander, Welcome to Quantico. Might I ask as to your purpose here?" he requested. "They are bringing us to meet with the crew of the truck Shimmer on urgent business with FBI Director Andrews," stated Col Winters. "Or do you wish to be responsible for causing an Intergalactic Incident?" "Oh not at all, but I should let you discuss this with the Captain." He turned and said, "Captain Cross, they wish to speak with you." The captain was clearly afraid as he stayed outside the entire time until he got a call on his radio. "Captain, you will provide the IGPT Talon with an escort to the FBI Center, they are expected." "PFC Thorne will stay aboard to show you the way. Enjoy your stay." He quickly stepped back to the edge of the lift and it started down. "What a freakin coward," muttered Thorne under his breath. "Ok, just drive straight ahead up to that next road to the right," he directed as he moved around between Nati and I. "Hello PFC Thorne, I am Talon. It's a pleasure to meet you. You are to be our Liaison while we are here, I have requested your services from your Headquarters," stated Talon. "Me, why me?" "Because you were not afraid to greet us properly without waving a weapon in our faces," stated Commander Derrell. "In a few minutes you will get to meet the rest, but please keep in mind that they are every bit as intelligent as those you've already met." We made the indicated turns and soon pulled in beside Shimmer. As the trucks began exchanging information the two crews began getting to know each other. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we do not have time. There are three Loki in Antarctica, and they are not prisoners." Said Gypsy as Leila Phased into our midst. "What?" asked everyone at the same time. "Chief Tracker Marsh, you are with me," said Gypsy. "If you are going, please step forward now." Nati and I started to step forward but Serena and Lorissa took hold of our arms. "No Scouts are going along on this," she said. "Especially you two Princesses," stated Leila. "Cylon will go down hard once he knows we are here." They were all gone in the blink of an eye. "Midnight, why don't you show PFC Thorne, Thomas around?" suggested Commander Derrell. "Are, are you really a Princess?" he asked me. "Yes I am the Princess of Terrellia, Mr Thomas." "Oh, umm it's not Mr Thomas, that's my first name. But I like Tom better," he said. "Tom, mine is really Shasstine. Midnight is my middle name because that is when I was born. But I go by Midnight here because the Terrellian citizens would be shocked to know that I am a Tracker Scout. I wanted to know everything about those who protect us and could think of no better way than by training with them," I told him. "Would you like to meet the rest?" "Oh uhhh yes I would," he offered his arm like a gentleman. "Starr would like to meet you first," I petted her and she dropped her camouflage. "Wow, she's a Goth, right?" he was slowly moving his hand to stroke along one of Starr's front legs. "So you really are a Princess, and you aren't surrounded by Guardians as pretty as you are?" "Well Starr is just as good as a Guardian," I said. "But my appointed Guardian Marra is actually taking a vacation while I do my Tracker Scout Training. She really doesn't get much time off." "So the only one watching you now is Starr?" he asked. "No, she's got me and Yarris watching her back too," added Nati as she hooked her arm through on his other side. "Ohhh," he blushed. "It's ok, you can kiss her, we won't tell." "Nati!" I screeched. "Hey, he thinks you're hot and he was flirting with you. But you just launched into how this is Marra's vacation time," said Nati. "Of course if you don't want him I'll take him." "No I think maybe we should share," I told her. "Besides we really need to be careful." I winked at her. We led him back aboard Talon and began explaining the different tools of the IGP Trade. Reaching up into the rack beside the door I pulled out a TCFB base, flipped the mag lock on and dropped it toward the floor then caught it with the toe of my boot. "You wana see something that's way cool?" I pulled a Barrier pole out next. "We better go outside if you're going to activate that thing," giggled Nati as she grabbed a Riot Baton. Five meters from Talon, I flourished the pole and then pressing the activation button I slammed it into the base and slid my toe out from under it. Nati took a swing with the baton and it bounced off the invisible barrier. "Way cool. You guys really use those for directing traffic?" "Yes," I pointed to where the warning holograms were suspended in the air. "Merge Left," I said. The signs changed to display it in all known languages. "Prepare to stop," he said. But they didn't change. "They're DNA and Voice Print controlled," said Nati. "Unless your DNA and Voice Print are registered with Talon or the Transport the Pole came from you can't use it. Just like the stunners or any other weapon on board." "What about your Vershang's? Did I pronounce that right?" "Yes you did. Some are, but most aren't." "Is Yours?" he asked, his hand reaching toward it. "Don't, Never ever touch a Vershang that belongs to someone else unless you just won it in combat or you're ready to face them in a blood match," I said as I twisted away from his reach. "But especially those two," Commander Derrell made her presence known. "Touching one of those would require a death match." "Why is that?" he asked. "Those are the Vershang of two of the most powerful Queens in the known universes." "My mother traded with me before I left, so Nati's mother did the same," I explained. "I wish I could take you to the snack bar," he said as his stomach grumbled. "Midnight," I turned to Commander Derrell. "If there are five other scouts willing to go along I will permit it. So long as you stay in contact with Talon and Shimmer, and you stay within the FBI compound." Nati, Dorian, Vikki, Trenton and Noel joined us as I put away the TCFB. People didn't stop and stare here at the FBI Center, they'd already seen Shimmer's crew. They did take note of the fact we were carrying our Vershang. "PFC Thorne, who are your friends?" asked the young girl at the counter. We introduced ourselves then he asked if we had any food allergies and explained about the different ingredients before ordering me a foot long Coney with Onions and Cheese. I was in heaven from the first bite, and could tell that Nati was loving hers as well. Then we had our first taste of Root Beer in a frosted mug. We were all sitting around a huge party table when a group of other Marines came in. "What are you doing Thorne? You're fraternizing with freaking Aliens," said a Corporal. "You should watch your ass. Those things aren't even human." One of the three with him reached for Vikki, but she reacted by slamming him to the floor before he could blink or his buddies could react. The Corporal started forward and Dorian jabbed him in the stomach with a stun stick. "Corporal Mallard, you and your team are out of bounds," said an older guy near the door. "Scouts, are you alright?" "Yes Sir, we were trying to avoid any trouble," said Dorian. "PFC Thorne said it would be alright if we came here." "It is perfectly alright for you to come here. And I am happy to see that Thorne is showing you around," he said. "I was bringing you all Visitors passes." The name tag hanging from his jacket pocket read, 'Jerry Caine, Asst. Director Logistics Support'. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We got several of the Coney's to go and were taking them back to Talon when our communicators beeped for attention. "Scouts please return to Talon," was all the message said. We'd been gone for almost two hours, and guessed that we really did need to get back. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lieutenant Crail stood there with three more Marines as they stepped aboard Talon again. Then they noticed Co-Director Shields standing there. But it was Commander Derrell who spoke up. "Scouts," she introduced everyone. "These five Marines have been selected as Liaisons to the IGP. They will be traveling with us until we meet up with the other Transports and they transfer to the one they've been assigned to." "Five Ma'am?" I asked "Yes Midnight, that includes PFC Thorne," she smiled. "He will be our assigned Liaison. Thank you by the way for bringing me the Coney." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Truck and Transport Manufacturing Facility, Kelvin Nine: Business was booming. They had twenty orders for Draconian Load Stars to fill for civilian Star Drivers. Of the five long assembly lines, one was now dedicated to the IGP until the current order was complete. They had four TL Mark Fives, and one more Draconian Load Star that had been commissioned. But the Mark Fives had been commissioned by the Phase Spider Queen, Gypsy. The Load Star was the only one so far that had a name, 'Claw', she also had a Commander but that was being kept secret until the Commander could assemble her crew. The new addition being incorporated into all five was the Command Boost Override. The other four were being equipped with ten times the number of Portal Tracking Beacons that would be used when shooting an Unexplored Portal. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Terrellia Four Queen Tarriana sat with her Kittens in the queens private chambers. "Tarri, are you sure you want to do this?" asked Natani of the Lyconian Quadrant. "Yes, I never should have listened to my advisors before. But Shasstine really got me to thinking that it really makes no difference what anyone else thinks. I should have done this before she was born," said Tarriana as they sat looking at Wedding gowns. Shastarr would be wearing his dress uniform as a retired Guardian. And she would, once she knew that Talon was on his way home, notify Shasstine to begin choosing her bridesmaid dress. "Have you heard anything on who the Commander is going to be for the Claw?" she asked casually. "No, all I know is the selections for all five have been made by the First Beings." "I heard rumor that it's going to be a Retired Chief Tracker," said Natani. "Oh do tell," Tarriana knew that like herself, Natani wouldn't speculate if she didn't believe her information was solid. She'd have already checked it out herself. Looking at their Kittens now she said, "Let's just say a lot of people are going to be taking note of Rixxian's in the near future." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Talon was just getting ready to begin navigating toward the Seven Nations Territories when the Messages came in. one IGP General Message and one personal for Chief Tracker Marsh. Intergalactic Police Command Headquarters, Omega Seven: 'Attention all IGPT Commanders, you are to select one Transport Driver with sufficient experience to be promoted to either Commander or Sub- Commander. Those officers chosen are to report to Sylvia Winterbourne on Iridani Five, on or before, (the date was given). Said Officers should be single and are to expect a lengthy deployment. Further any other volunteers for this assignment should tender their request through this headquarters. The following transports are exempted from this Directive. Lady Justice, Diamond Back, Shimmer and Talon. Darius Grealing, Supreme Commander, IGP After reading it twice she keyed the intercom for everyone's attention. Then read it out loud. Next she requested, "Tracker Marsh, please report to communications, you have message." Marsh pressed her thumb to the screen to sign for the message to be downloaded to her PDA, then went to her personal quarters to read it. "Chief Tracker Marsh, you have been selected to command the IGP Training Transport 'Claw' currently being constructed at Kelvin Nine. Please begin assembling your crew request and transmitting the names to this command. Every effort to attain your selections will be made a priority." "Please acknowledge your acceptance as soon as possible. Your crew will be waiting for you at Kelvin Nine after completion of your current assignment to Talon." "Thank you," "Astrid," "First Queen" She sat rereading it three more times, then she keyed her comm pad. "Commander, could I speak with you in private please?" When Serena stepped into the little cubicle she turned her PDA so that she could read the message. "I don't know the first thing about commanding a Transport," she said. "No but you commanded your own ship. It can't be that different. Besides how many years were you on a transport before you became a Tracker?" asked Serena. "Four years, but that was ages ago." "Well you've been picking things up pretty quickly since you joined us." Serena seemed in thought for a few moments. "Tell you what, we'll put you on the Command Duty Roster. Hell you should have been on it already, you hold the equivalent rank of Commander any way." The two hugged, "I can't think of anyone more dedicated to training the future generations that I'd give my endorsement to." She tapped a few commands into her own PDA then smiled. "Are you ready to start in say thirty minutes?" "Yes Ma'am," they hugged again. In the back the Marine Liaisons were curious about everything, but didn't touch without being given permission first. Now Tom asked, "What's up with that message earlier?" "They're probably getting ready to Commission a new Transport would be my guess," piped in Nati. "Given the number of possible Command candidates requested from each transport, I'd say at least three if not four," stated Dorian. "How do you figure that?" I challenged. "The specifics, all are to be single, also promotable into the Command rank." He got a funny look on his face. "And they are taking volunteers to fill out the rest of the crews," he trailed off in personal thought for a second. "I gota call my mom," he disappeared to his bunk, pulling the privacy curtain. There was a lot of speculation going on now with what Dorian had told us. Stepping into the Common area Tracker Marsh said, "Gorre, Terrn it's time for our watch." Coming out of his private bunk area now Dorian had a worried look on his face. "My Mom just got recommended for a command position." "Hey, that's great right?" Vikki was trying to cheer him up. "It's an Exploration Mission, Vikki. And Sylvia Winterbourne is in command of it." Suddenly she was in his arms, "Oh gods. I'm sorry." "She made me promise to look out for you," he said. "Why would she do?" "Scout Terrn, you have a Message in Communications," was announced over the Intercom. Grabbing my Vershang I started forward for my turn on Communications. Nati was going to be driving Dorian was scheduled as the Navigator and it was Vikki's turn in the command seat. As we stepped into the command section I heard Commander Derrell say, "They'll both have their own Transport. But even though it is an Exploration Mission there will be four Transports. Plus they will have somethings that we've helped to develop that the other transports don't yet have." She saw us standing there, "I know I don't need to remind anyone about non-disclosure of classified information here, do I?" Torri, Felix and Shelli were still on duty until we relieved them. "Talon, security seal the command deck please," she requested. Then after the door was closed she looked over at Mordina and Lorissa. "Each of you here have a parent who has either been recommended or volunteered for this mission, or in Midnight and Nati's case a parent who has given their support of it. The reason this exploration is being sent out so heavy in Transports is because they are searching for Galaxia. And Sylvia Winterbourne is the only one with any hope of finding her." "But she's Lucinda Regent, Janet Riggs," put in Vikki. Holding up her finger for attention now Lorissa said, "Yes she is Lucinda Regent. But she has never been Janet Riggs. But more importantly she is 'The Regent', and it was the Regent Family that created Galaxia. She is also Half Ancient, and has the trust of the First Beings in this matter." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Vikki and Dorian were quiet after that, and like Midnight and myself, deep in thought as we neared the Seven Nations Border at St Louis. Shimmer behind us was transmitting directions to Vikki and Midnight as the Alpha's opened the check point for us to cross the river. "Alright Scouts listen up. We are going into a staging area," began Commander Derrell. We've got Shimmer and Wolfs Bane right behind us and Reaper is three minutes behind them. So we are going to do things a little differently. You will be dropped off in fours for traffic control. But Reaper will be your recovery Transport until you get to the Staging area." She paused, "There are several Trucks inbound ahead of Reaper that will be joining us in the staging area. They will have an authorization that will flash on your TCFB's, but if someone else gets past you don't sweat it, we can sort them out in the staging area." The fulltime crew was now taking over in the command section, I guess we were all going to be on traffic control this time. We began lining up at the doors, our TCFB's at the ready, our Vershang slung across our backs. I felt the first telltale drop in speed, and readied myself dropping my helmet visor and pulling my whistle. We were being dropped off in fours with a Trainer, the more experienced would be dropped off first. Talon was still moving, slowly but still in motion as the doors slid open. Captain Dante jumped with me right behind him. The key was to jump on the run in the same direction the Transport was moving, not straight out or in the opposite direction. My whistle was tweeting for attention as were Midnights and the other two Scouts. I knew Midnights whistle, it was the same as mine. An Earth made 'Acme Thunderer'. I found the best spot, knowing Midnight was across from me. I could feel Dante smile as the traffic hologram warnings extended out from our TCFBs at the same time. There were four trucks ready to turn and a car cut across in front of them. Air horns blared and our whistles tweeted as we gave our hand signals. The sound of tortured metal screamed over the sound of our whistles as I stepped back behind my TCFB. Then the car rolled to a stop as I waved the truck on pointing to a spot a safe distance away. The rest of the trucks began making the turn, and then the driver of the car started across the road towards me in front of them. "Right turn, automatic," I directed as I rushed over to push the driver back to the edge of the road. "Get back in your car," I commanded. "We'll deal with the accident when we're finished here." I turned to start back to my post, but I felt his hand grab my arm. It didn't stay there long though, an Alpha's blade was suddenly resting on his arm. "Release her and return to your vehicle, NOW!" he commanded. "Thank you," I said then hurried back to my post. As more trucks began turning, slowing to let me dash between them. A pickup came rushing up and I held out my hand stopping him until the next truck made its turn then I held up the others and directed four civilian vehicles through before once again changing to let the trucks through. The pause had allowed me to pick out the two that had no authorization. It seemed like a lifetime before finally Reaper slowed as she passed the Troop doors open to recover us on the fly. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Guardian Commanders office, Terrellia Four Shastarr sat with Commander Darius Merkuri and Retired Commander Tove Yorre watching the live feeds from the TCFB's. The figure standing behind his daughter looked to be Human Military rather than IGP. He also looked ready to jump in front of a speeding truck if needed. Leaning forward now Darius said, "PFC Promotable Thomas Thorne, USMC, he is Talon's, Earth Liaison." Then he slid a folder across his desk. Shastarr began going through it like any other concerned father. At nineteen he was a Marine MP, he was single, spoke three Earth Languages other than English. Was currently attending College pursuing a degree in International Negotiations? "Darius, would you please enquire if we might meet him before he returns to Earth?" They watched as the Scouts rushed alongside to jump aboard Reaper as they passed by. Then saw the interior door camera as Shasstine grabbed his hand pulling him aboard moments before they collapsed to the floor in each other's arms. Her father didn't miss the kiss they shared before standing up again.