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Ambassadors of Peace, 2 By: Malissa Madison Tarriana was nervous as she stepped out of her bath. Her kittens were there instantly attending to her needs as they began drying her off, brushing out her fur and her long flowing yellow hair with its natural streaks of black highlights. She let the little Kitten Prissy help, then suggested she go check on Shasstine's progress. Soon it was time to begin getting into her wedding gown. The Emerald and Gold lace covered satin corset cinched in her waist only a little bit. She didn't want to cramp her unborn kitten. The four inch strappy heels came next, she giggled as she fastened the ankle straps, remembering how Shastarr had always enjoyed ravishing her between council sessions before Shasstine was born, and her mother's retirement. He'd never wanted to waste time removing her shoes, she knew that it had given him almost as big a thrill to fuck her brains out while she was still wearing them. Of course it had been a few years since she'd worn that high of a heel. Her hair gathered up to expose her neck seductively, she giggled at the reflection of her neck through the thinner fur, still covered in little nips from her kittens. You would have to be up close and personal to see them, but it still gave her a thrill knowing they were in plain sight. They'd had a sort of Bachelorette party for her last night, Marissa, Erika, Mistress Gina, Natani and Dorri, and Saffrella Correll along with all their kittens. Dorri had gotten a bit wasted on Dream Weed and declared that she felt it was time Natani stop hiding her true self. She wanted everyone to know that she was Shasstine's mother and not just the Queens Consort. "Tarri?" she looked up to see Natani entering the room. The other gathered Queens trailing in behind her. Natani motioned to where the Guardians were blocking a pair of guests from entering. "Let them enter," she commanded in shock that any guardian would dare to think the Drider Queens were not welcome or were a threat. A moment later Tilliani and Moira stepped into the room along with Mole Krill. With a grin she asked, "Well do you think the crowds will approve?" she did a slow turn in just her lingerie. "Of the wedding or that Purrrrfectly mouthwatering display of Lingerie?" giggled Mole. "The wedding, silly. No one outside this room but Shastarr will get to see me in this," her hands made a flourish to indicate her lingerie. Now blushing Mole asked, "Where can I find something like that to wear under my gown for my husband?" but of course Tarri already knew that she had similar lingerie since they were together when Malissa had talked her into buying this set. They talked as she finished getting ready, her Emerald Satin gown was trimmed in Gold lace. The five meter long train was made of both Emerald and Gold Satin. Her six Kittens stood each one holding the fanned out tail at equal intervals as she took a deep nervous breath. She hadn't been this nervous since telling her mother that she was going to have Shastarr's Kitten. "Tarri?" she looked at Natani again seeing how serious she'd suddenly become. "Dorri wishes to be the one to tell you, well, all of you together actually." Stepping forward now Dorri blushed. "We, We're going to do it." "Going to do what?" asked Tarriana raising her eyebrows in curiosity. "Get married, and let the free universes know that Our Queen has sired yet another Heir for Lyconia," grinned Dorri. This would make their third. She looked around at the other queens now. "You both have our support. And if anyone should try to have Natani removed they will find that she has our protection as well," said Nefraititi of Draconia. All the gathered Queens gave there nod of agreement. "When, when are you planning to do this?" she was finally asked. "In four weeks. We do not want to take any attention away from Mole's own Wedding. Besides I want to be able to list 'Queen Mole Trill' of Delphi in the list of Official Royal witnesses," stated Natani. There was a tap on the door and a kitten opened it to find Malissa Pierce, Clara and Gwendolyn Heart. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In a separate wing of the Royal Palace another group was getting ready for the wedding. A very young little tigress named Prissy seemed to be hanging on Shasstine's every word, and she certainly getting more than enough attention from her. "So your mother, I mean your birth mother is Dorri?" asked Zeeta. "Yes, but my Momma is still the Queen." Natira was a bit edgy having just discovered the decisions of her parents through her bond with Yarris. "Oh," Zeeta blushed now. "No one here would dispute that, certainly not any of us. And you will be Queen when she retires." It was said with such certainty. "No we wouldn't dispute it one bit," said Sabina. "Demonia will send the Fifth Royal Guardians to assist the Lyconian Royal Guards." "The Second Legion will be there from Draconia," stated Keeli, and everyone turned to look at her. Now she grinned, "The Second Legion falls under the command of the Royal Princess." Waving her hands at herself she said, "That is officially me." "Ladies are you ready?" asked Cressida as she stepped into the room past the Guardians on duty outside. "Excuse me Lady Cressida," interrupted the ranking Guardian. Captain Glorri Steel now addressed the gathered Princess', "I think you are looking to the lessor threats." Cressida blinked in confusion before the Captain continued. "The biggest threat to the Lyconian Crown will not be from Lyconia. It will be from the Terrellian Star Driver and Pilot Guilds, but we will deal with that if it comes to it." "Captain, what the hell are you talking about?" demanded Cressida. She was beginning to get worried, had there been a threat made? "My Momma's are going to get married," said Natira. "It will no longer be a secret that the Lyconian Queen is Transgendered." "Do the other Queens know about this yet?" she asked with concern. "Cressida, they are waiting until after Mole's wedding to announce it," said Shasstine who was the Terrellian Crown Princess. "I just wanted everyone here to know that we stand ready to support Lyconia as does our Queen," said Captain Steel. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tove and Gnat stood with Shastarr as he paced around the room trying to finish clearing the remnants of his bachelor's party from his head. He stopped in front of the mirror for the hundredth time checking his dress uniform. "You're fine," urged Tove. "Stop pacing before you scare Gnat away from his own wedding." "That will never happen," chuckled Gnat. "I just hope that her Majesty Tweak Behaves. You know how Pixies can be." Shastarr turned red faced remembering the unplanned events of the night before. With Mole and Tweak here, other young pixies were able to jump to T4. Being promiscuous they of course decided to entertain at the Bachelor's party. Closing his eyes and shaking his head suddenly Shastarr let out a roar of laughter. "I cannot get those images out of my head." At first Tove had thought it was what had happened with the young entertainers sent with the Queens approval to her soon to be husband. Then he remembered and sat upright in his chair. "No one, and I repeat, no one mentions what happened," he looked around at everyone else. "If Cree were to find out that I had sex with Pixies I would find myself on the couch for a year." "But she bade you to enjoy yourself," said Gnat. "She even suggested you might find something young and fresh to tie with." "Son," said Shastarr. "You have a lot to learn about women. Our wives handpicked the approved entertainers with the expectation that we would have an orgy with them." "So why would they be upset about the Pixies?" "Gnat, did Mole send them to the party?" asked Tove. "Well no, I doubt that she would have." "Exactly my point son." Stated Tove. "Excuse me," they looked around to see the Pixie King, Dirk, husband to Queen Tweak. "I believe my Wife asked first if it would be permitted to send a few who wished to 'Spread' goodwill," he grinned. "So if we do not mention them to our wives?" prompted Tove. "It will be seen as a sign that you believed you did something wrong," finished Dirk. "In my own society it is expected that a husband will dally with each of his chosen mates closest friends before the wedding to assure them that he can satisfy her needs. It has been the start of many happy extended families as well." "So you are saying that if one of her friends decides to get married her chosen will be expected to try and sleep with your wife at his bachelor party?" asked Shastarr. "Absolutely, it would be a mark of honor to know that her husband satisfied the Queen. But also I would be honored to know that my wife is still desired by other males. Besides it is I that she will always come home to." He was beaming with pride and utter certainty. Another Pixie appeared and whispered into Dirks ear. "Thank you General, and the Troops who came with you?" "Have already acted to prevent any interference from the Star Drivers or Pilots Guilds," stated the new Pixie. "What interference?" asked Shastarr? "None now that their Security Shuttles have no keys left," grinned the Pixie King. "But Morraine wishes to meet her highness Tarriana after the ceremonies." Morraine was the Queen of the Terrellian Pixies, who had just recently migrated here since Tarriana offered to allow them to help with the forest management. "Darius, might you get a message to Tarriana through Cressida?" asked Shastarr. "Sure thing Dad, but I'll send Prissy. She can get through the halls faster," he grinned. Shastarr had been like a father to him from the day he entered the Academy. But before they could begin both Tom and Patches stepped into the room. "Da, ummm, Sir, the Academy just reported a group of Faye dropping a bag full of Shuttle keys on the Commandants desk," reported Tom. With a grin now Shastarr pulled Tom into a huge hug. "I hope that you will one day no longer feel uncomfortable calling me Dad in front of others." "But Shasstine and I are not married yet," he said. "You are still a son to me already. And the rest of the System needs to get used to that." said Shastarr. Then he pulled Patches into a hug, "The same goes for you too, Natira is my foster daughter as much as she is Tarri's." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Standing in the Academy Cathedral, Shastarr stood watching as the Brides procession wound its way through the streets. Not since Morella's wedding had a Brides Carriage been drawn by Goths. But here they were, twelve Goths drawing the carriage, one from each planet in the system. Following the carriage were the Queens Kittens, Princess Shasstine and the little kitten Prissy in the middle, supporting the train of her gown. All along the way Citizens cast handfuls of flower petals ahead of the Goths. As she ascended the steps to the Cathedral thousands of people sat on the edges of their seats crowded around giant view screens in establishments and in private homes. Even the IGP Transports seemed to come to a standstill for the event. Guardians lining the aisle snapped to attention, then with a flourish their Vershang extended upward to form an archway. Every attendee bent their knee in honor as she glided gracefully up the dais steps to the Alter where Shastarr waited anxiously. The vows were made, as each used the Ceremonial Dagger to nick a finger before pressing them together. "Do you Tarriana Lenorra Demure take this tiger, Shastarr Tiberius Currl to be your husband and mate?" "Yes I do," she answered. "And do you Shastarr Tiberius Currl take this Queen, Tarriana Lenorra Demure to be your Wife, and your mate?" "I surely do," he answered. "By the power of the bonding in blood, I now pronounce you Queen and husband," they shared a very long and passionate kiss to a loud roar of approval. As the happy couple rode in the carriage on their way to the reception at the palace a few short blocks away all eyes were on them. No one saw the figure as he stepped out onto a high balcony, the single shot osmium tube held in his hands as he sighted it in on the Queen standing, waving happily, and blowing kisses to the crowds. The first hint that anything was wrong was seeing Tarriana as she collapsed backward over the seat, the large red stain spreading on the front of her wedding gown. Pandemonium broke out as Guardians searched for the shooter, and any other threats. Still more guardians converged on the Royal Carriage to protect the Queen and the Princess. Burr stood frozen in shock, where were the rest? There should be nine others scattered though the buildings spraying osmium pellets into the other Royal Parties. But he was standing here alone, helpless. The sudden realization of what he had just done began to really dawn on him and he knew that if he didn't die in the next three minutes, his death would be long and painful. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Darius reacted by instinct as he took note of the surroundings, he spotted the lone gunman, pointing to where he was just now attempting to flee. Still he made himself heard over the screams, the wails of shocked and outraged Citizens. His guardians converged on the building. Goths scaling the walls to get there first. Shastarr held her in his arms, his tears flowing as he pressed his hand over the wound trying to stop the bleeding. "Get, get me out of here," she breathed weakly through the pain, her tears rolling down her face. "Momma, oh gods Momma, cried Shasstine, Cressida and the Kittens as Shastarr, continuing to hold her lept from the carriage headed for the palace. Captain Steel's Vershang swept in severing most the train from the wedding dress to fall forgotten in the streets. "I'm, I'm sorry," she breathed as her eyes closed, slumping into unconsciousness. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ There wasn't any need for the message that was transmitted to every IGP Transport. Everyone, everywhere had been watching the procession live on their view screens but still it was sent. "Attention!!!!!!!!!!!! Queen Tarriana the First, has just been assassinated during her wedding. All transports respond to T-4 for emergency response." "Oh my gods!!!!!!!!!!!!" cried Sanissa Demure aboard the Transport Terror. The Claw had just started her return toward Delphi when the announcement was made. "Lay in the Coordinates for T-4," commanded Marsh. "Activate the Jump Beacon, we don't want to get creamed by anyone else." On Tall Tree, Grief was the last Transport to know due to the delay. On Terrellia Four every citizen braced for what was to come. No one wanted to be anywhere near a member of the Guilds when the Princess released her vengeance. Morella and Cree had been instantly gathered with the Active Queens, a wall of mixed Guardians around them they were taken to safety. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I stood there in shocked horror, Donnie and Sophie holding onto me as I nearly feinted. Had I really just seen Queen Tarriana Demure assassinated in public on her wedding day? People were scattering quickly around us, searching the tops of the buildings, the alleys and any place someone could hide. She'd been turned towards me when it had happened, the red stain quickly growing in the center of her chest like it had just exploded. The scene playing over and over in my mind as I was led numbly from where we had been standing. We quickly made our way to the palace gates to await word. Guardians had quickly surrounded Shasstine, Cressida the kittens and the other Royal guests ushering them away from the crowds to safety. "Donnie my god, I can't," I began. "Shhh, we don't know anything yet," he said. "But they shot her. You saw were the bullet hit," I said. He cradled my head to his chest as my tears flowed. It was almost an hour later that a guardian came for us. "The Queen wishes to see you Ma'am," she said. The gate was opened and I was led inside, up the stairs and into the throne room where Shasstine stood speaking in hushed tones with Cressida and a group of guardians. Donnie and the rest held back as I approached her alone. "Your Majesty, Miss Malissa is here," said the Guardian and Shasstine rushed into my arms. She was so young, just like Mole Krill, too young to bear the Burden of State on top of her mother's death. After a few moments she let go and stepped back after whispering into my ear. "She's alive? Oh thank the gods," I was finally able to breathe quietly as I was led past the throne into a private hallway. Stepping into the room I saw her sitting propped up in the bed, her gown and corset lay on a table where it had been removed. Bandages wrapped around her, an IV in her left arm. Shastarr was beside the bed the little kitten Prissy lay exhausted from crying in his arms, and I could see it in his eyes, he wanted justice. To rip everyone involved to shreds. "You realize don't you that no one else knows yet?" she tried to smile, and I saw her twinges of pain as he tried to keep her from exerting herself. "I am just happy that you are alive," I said to the first real Queen I'd ever met whom I could actually relate to. Pointing to the corset she said, "That actually may have saved my life." The osmium round had hit the steel boning between her breasts and was deflected away from her heart. It was the shattering bead that had splattered to the sides piercing her breasts that had caused all the blood. "I have you to thank for helping me to choose it," I squeezed her hand. "I had no idea that someone was going to try to shoot you," I said. "Otherwise I'd have urged you to wear body armor." She smiled, her teeth gritted against the pain as she fought the laughter trying to escape. "Do you know what my Momma asked when she saw it for the first time during the final fitting?" I shook my head no. "Why is it, that men are so attracted to the body armor that we wear to lure them into our beds?" Now her tears flowed freely as she chuckled with the pain. "Well, a famous heroin of Earth once said that Corsets and fancy Gowns made her feel like a Mule in horse harness." Then I realized she had never seen 'Gone with the Wind', or 'Scarlet'. "Princess," a guardian interrupted us from the door. "The Council is gathered." "Daddy, Stay with Momma and Prissy. I will deal with them on my own," commanded Shasstine. "I mean it, you stay here with Momma and Prissy." Why was Shasstine being so protective of Prissy? Who was she to the Royal family, a niece? A cousin? "Shastarr, I will keep her safe," promised the Guardian Captain Steel. The guardian handed her a small transparent disc, which she pressed to a spot between her own breasts. "Don't worry Momma, I'll find every last traitor. Miss Malissa would you join me please?" She kissed her cheek then swept out of the room with an air of regal grace and confidence that I'd never seen before. The disc however I'd seen when given a demonstration of Goth Battle Armor. Shasstine wasn't taking any chances here. And I hadn't known that Goth armor could be worn by a non-Arachnid. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As she stepped up to the dais then took her seat on her mother's throne, one Councilor dared the question everyone was waiting to have answered. But he didn't ask it in a way that would leave the answer as a lie. "Is it true your Highness?" he simply asked. Real tears still in her eyes Shasstine lifted her face to those gathered, "Yes it is true. We need to prepare the Quadrant for the things to come." Her nose twitched in agitation before she stood up then quickly left the room in tears. "Well at least the Princess shouldn't be as difficult to control as her adopted sister," I heard, but didn't see the speaker in the crowd. "We'll meet in an hour," said someone else as the councilors were all leaving. "Princess," I turned to see my youngest sister standing in the corridor. Her four swords strapped to her back. "We have those who were at the center identified." "You were not asked to intervene and you will stay out of our Business," said Shasstine. "My guardians will deal with the Traitors to the Crown." She swept past Stephie without another word. "Malissa?" Stephie tried to reason with me. "Sis, this is a matter of State, it has nothing to do with maintaining peace." I said. "I beg to differ. None of those identified will live long enough to see a trial," she informed me. "Oh they will be tried, you have my word on that," promised Cressida as she stopped near us. "We made a promise to Momma that she could be there to look into their eyes as she gave them their sentences." "She's still alive? But Shasstine just said," began Stephie. "She only gave a vague answer to a vague question," answered Cressida. "She never lied, though she was certainly prepared to do so as was I." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Malissa what's going on?" asked Donnie and Sophie. "Shasstine is handling things, but my sister is not happy. The followers of the way are being excluded from what is about to happen here," I told them. "Is it safe to have the kids here?" asked Donnie. I realized I hadn't seen any of the other Royals who were here for the wedding, especially Natani who was like a real sister to Tarriana. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Princess, we are ready to mount the raid," stated Darius at the door to the Queens private study. "They are all there as well as the Star Pilot Guilds Armed Security Guards." "Good, I'm going with you," Shasstine declared as she grabbed her Vershang slinging it across her back. "Wrong, we are going with you," added Cressida in the hallway. Looking past her she saw her mother's kittens gathered ready for a fight. "Cress, you and Bree, but I want the rest with Momma and Daddy just in case," stated Shasstine as she handed her Vershang to Bree and led the way to the throne room and the waiting Guardians. As she passed the throne she extended her hand upward toward the Vershang on the wall. "High Treason, Attend," she commanded and it was ejected from the wall rack to be captured by her hand. Now Cressida grinned. Shasstine had been paying attention after all whenever her mother had practiced for retrieving her blade in an emergency. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ There was no warning, everyone thought it would be at least another day before anyone could get organized enough to really search. Suddenly the walls of the compound were exploding inward, IGP, Cadets, and Guardians from every Quadrant were swarming through the breaches. Kobold stood in shock seeing the figure out front leading the charge. There was no mistaking Shasstine as she wielded the Queens Vershang, cutting down all who came before her as if they were paper practice targets. Princess Natira, Maleeza Pierce and the other Tracker Scouts flanking her as she cut a path straight for the Head Offices. The Chief Traffic Controller at the Star Pilots Guild stood behind the banks of special radars watching in disbelief as not just Romancer but five other ships of the Demure Fleet ignored his orders to stay clear of the planet's atmosphere over the capital city. He felt a short spite of relief as he watched Chief Trackers speeding in toward them, even as the heavy lift shuttles began to drop from the huge Moving ships. If they were to bunch together overhead there would be no way for the guilds own space fleet to leave their planetary port. "Pilots to your ships," someone screamed over the intercom as the sounds of IGP Ion canons began to tear holes in the heavy walls around the compound. Most of the shuttles had dropped off the space radars now. The Tracker Ships chasing in behind them. He switched to his ground to air radar to see that everything was lost. The Heavy lift shuttles, larger than their own were overhead, their Grappling Beams locking onto the smaller fleet shuttles and Ships ripping them to pieces as the Tracker ships landed on the field. His external cameras now showed hundreds of IGP Troops converging on the buildings. The Guilds Armed Guards falling like a wave before them. Goths, Howlers and Gambichow's were wreaking havoc. Those not killed in the fighting were being subdued or throwing down their weapons and running. The Supreme Executives of the Pilots Guild now crowded into the control room with him and his controlling staff. The cameras from the hallway outside showed the group advancing through the hallway toward the door. His eyes grew huge seeing the figure at the head. Her Vershang weaving the deadly dance as she cut down everyone that dared to get in front of her. The Crown Princess, who would be their new Queen now that the guilds had eliminated her mother. The Princess these same Guild masters had been so confident that they could control was now coming for them with a vengeance. "Help, we need your help now!!!!!!" Keesler yelled into his phone. What were the two top Drivers Guild Masters doing here at this closed meeting? "Sorry Keesler, if you are at the Pilots Guild you are shit out of luck you filthy Bastard," spat Cream one of the recently appointed Female Driver's Guild Masters. There was no escape, all was lost. All their efforts to return the Quadrant to Male control washed away by this upstart of a Princess before she was even crowned. He realized he'd thrown his life away with the wrong lot. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Cream and the other Female Guild Masters quickly subdued those few males left after their earlier attempts at overthrowing the Crown. The three left hadn't realized that the drivers and owners Loyal to the Queen had all decided to stop in at the Guild rather than the freight terminals or Truck Stops. Their own security had been overpowered without a fight. Now Cream sat in the Chief Guild Masters chair in his office downloading files linking both guilds with incidents in the past, as well as future planned events. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ One week later; Stepping into the Royal Council Chambers Racine looked nervously at Cream moments before the curtain behind the throne fluttered. Instantly everyone bent their knee as they knelt heads bowed before their Queen and the Princess as they entered. As soon as Tarriana was seated with Shasstine standing at her right side, the Kitten Prissy standing beside the Chancellor, Cressida Demure as she called, "All rise." "Today's Council meeting will be conducted by the Princess. Shasstine, please continue." Stated Tarriana. "Thank you Momma," she stepped forward to the podium. "The Star Pilots Guild is hereby being placed under command of Lady Racine Demure. By royal Decree all ships and crews are hereby to be turned over to the ownership of the appropriate Female Captians. In the case of large family owned Fleets, those ships come under the ownership of the eldest Female of the family." Silence followed. "If the Males insist on owning ships, they can purchase ships that they themselves can learn to pilot." Cream looked around nervously now, was she about to have Leadership of the Star Driver's Guild thrust upon her shoulders now. There was a small disturbance at the back of the room and those gathered parted to let Shasta Shaye make her way toward the front. "Ahh, just in time. Shasta Shaye is now the Chief Guild Master in charge of the Star Drivers Guild." She held out her hand toward her and a pair of guardians helped her up the short steps. "Councilors, Scribes, please pay very close attention to what Guild Master Shaye has to say." "The star Drivers Guild, hereby transfers legal ownership of every Terrellian owned truck registered with the guild to the Registered Drivers. Not their husbands or fathers or uncles, or Transportation and Shipping Terminals." Shocked dead silence followed. "Thank you your Highness," she said. "What about the IGP Transports?" one councilor finally asked. Now speaking again Shasstine stated, "The IGP Transports belong to the IGP, and are owned by the Queens of the Quadrants who 'Paid' for their commissioning, with the exception of the Human owned Transports. Those three will continue to be owned by the registered Owners." "Three? There are only Two Human Transports." She ignored it realizing that still no one outside the IGP knew about Shimmer yet. "I stand corrected, there are Two Transports that were commissioned and will be owned by the Queen of the Delphi System. Backlash and Storm Chaser," she deflected the attention away from the Human Transports. Turning now she said, "Commanders, the Claw is now free to take you to Kelvin Nine, and thank you for your assistance in our recent difficulties." She addressed the Commanders and crews of the two Delphinian Transports. "Commander Blackstar, Romancer is transporting your new Headquarters, would you care to hitch a ride with me?" asked Racine. "We will arrive in plenty of time for the Royal Wedding." Tarriana was recovering quickly, and being seen in public and hearing the support Shasstine was getting helped a lot. It had been Shasstine's decision to make the recent changes within the Guilds, and those owned by males who were not guild masters, were in full support of letting their wives and daughters own their own trucks and individual ships. This was Shasstine's first Royal Decree. She looked over at her mother who was remembering the day that she had made her own first Decree as Princess Tarriana, allowing Females to own family fleets of ships when the eldest head of the family was a female. Already in Racine's own fleet, many of the pilots already owned the heavy lift shuttles that they flew and contracted to Demure Intergalactic.