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Cougars and Cubs, 3 Looking around the reception area she saw the way the seating was laid out. Each chair had a plush pillow next to the right leg, and a little end table to hold drinks or treats for those who waited. The waiting area didn't have that many people yet, but still there were almost a dozen pairs waiting, a mix of Cougars with Kittens or Cubs. The Kitten or Cub knelt at the cougar's feet facing them. She knew that Vera was close behind her as she led the twins toward the Mistress Kitten's desk. "Captain Starla Mills, a pleasure to see you." She looked over the pair of Cubs, then back to her paperwork. "I see you need two forms," she handed over an electronic pad and stylus. "Please fill out the enrollments and have a seat. There are refreshments while you wait." The sounds of the heavy lift shuttles setting the new buildings outside was barely audible. But Starla knew that Racine's Kitten Wife Felisha was here as Racine's representative overseeing the setting of them. Romancer was two days out with the Dining facility, and had dispatched the shuttle Claw to oversee things until she arrived. "Oh, here you are, you'll need another pillow." She handed one toward the pair of twins. "Thank you, Mistress." Brody bowed as he took the offered pillow. "Mistress Stella?" called the Mistress Kitten at the desk near the middle office. She watched as a Mistress wearing the uniform of an Academy Guardian stood up, a young cub jumping up to fall in behind her. "Headmistress will see you now," announced the Mistress Kitten. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Stepping into the office, Stella saw that Kitten Mika sat at a small desk to the side. "Mika, would you take Cub James to see Dr Wells for his Physical, please?" "Yes, Mistress Mommy." She curtsied and held out her hand for the leash. "James, behave. I'll catch up as soon as I'm finished here," Starla said. "Stunner, you behave too, and follow Cuddles directions." After the four left the office Tyrea got down to business. "Please have a seat Stella. I wish to offer you a teaching position." "A teaching position? But I'm just a Guardian," she said. "Yes, but you have been a Guardian for how long?" asked Tyrea. "Since I graduated from the Guardian Academy on Demonia, twenty-seven years ago," she answered. "And you have served the Academies well, but we need you as a Teaching Mistress. Cub Mistress Brennie has asked for you personally to be her Mistress of Etiquette and Discipline." She watched the woman's eyes as she thought the offer over. "The job comes with a private cottage, and your Cubs tuition on top of the increase in your pay." "Thank you," she realized the new benefits she would be able to offer James on top of his education. She would be able to send him to one of the finest university's when he graduated. Tyrea stood up and went to a locker on the left side of the room. Reaching in she removed a new riding crop braided with a blue and black checkered design. Then she handed it to her, "I'm sure you wish to keep the old one as a keepsake. But I would like for you to get used to carrying this one." Before, all the Teaching and Mistress Kittens, had carried Pink and Black checkered crops. Now she realized that the color scheme set her apart from other Teaching Mistresses. "The classrooms have been redesigned this year, due to the number of accompanying Companions. There is a ledge at the back of each room where they will be required to stay, as well as stay visible," stated Tyrea. "No more stumbling over one as you wander the room during class." "I'm used to Chows and Goths and where they prefer to wait during class," stated Stella. "True, but we have a pair of Howler/Goths, and if I am not mistaken a few Howler's as well," stated Brennie as she stepped into the room. "Howler/Goths have the same ability plus a few that most people do not know about." "Oh," Stella expressed her surprise. "They have the ability of speech, as well as telepathy. That is why we are requiring them to remain at the back of the room during classes," Brennie informed her as she entered the office. "There were a pair in my office during your interview with James." Brennie watched her eyes with amusement. "That's right, when camouflaged, not even the Chows can detect them." They continued to talk and Stella began to understand why she was needed as well, wanted as a Teaching Mistress. Aside from Brennie, she was the only other faculty at the Academy with a Cub. "Thank you for asking me, I will strive to do my best for you, and for Brennie," answered Stella. "I understand that you had been following James for quite some time before he impressed Stunner," commented Tyrea. "Yes, the moment I saw Stunner, and Grace informed me of the impending bond I knew it was then or never. I was afraid I had waited too long," she admitted. "Headmistress, Mistress Felisha reports that the first year Cub Dorm is now active," reported Lorissa. "Thank you, Kitten," she responded. "Is Commander Lash still here?" "Yes Mistress, She, is accompanying Commander Shaye and the goths in inspecting the new buildings." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Transit Outpost 13; Tripler's Crossing; It was one of a string of supply and refuel outposts along the Freeway Void between Rixxia and New Haven. Life out here was scarce, and between outposts, it was almost nonexistent. This route had been discovered by Transport Commander Tripler of the IGP Transport Threshold before it was lost exploring another blind Portal some five years later. The sun was just beginning to climb toward its zenith as the Terrellian Transport Grief exited the portal speeding toward the Portal headed for Outpost 13 then Rixxia Four. Jazz, Reacher and Curly had been friends long before they got into trouble the first time. They'd never done anything serious, but no one appreciated their mischief, especially out here in the wastes. Every time they ended up in trouble, they got three to six months in Juvenile detention, before being sent to another Foster Home. But this time it hadn't been their doing, they had been sent to a Foster Home way out here to help a farmer trying to scratch out a living in the barren waste land. The Judge had said he doubted even they could get up to mischief out here. And then just yesterday, they'd awakened to find the old man had had a heart attack in his sleep. Reacher had called it in to the Owner of Outpost 13, then the three had taken off in the old man's Speeder headed for New Haven. But then the Speeder had crapped on them, so they were now walking, no real idea how far they would have to go to reach Outpost 12 and the portal to New Haven. "Molli, read that flash from Juvenile Corrections again," requested Commander Tarra Demure. "We are to pick up the three teens, and transport them to the Iridani Kitten Academy, where they will be turned over to Headmistress Tyrea." She shook her head in confusion, "These are three boys between fourteen and fifteen, 'Not' young Kitten hopefuls." "Try to raise Reaper, maybe my parents have some idea what's going on," she suggested moments before Driver Anissa locked up the trailer brakes as the front brakes began their emergency braking stabilization. The sudden application of the emergency braking system triggered an alert to the nearest Transports. They'd barely stopped before Anissa was out the door, rushing with a med kit, elbowing other troopers out of her way as she searched for the three young boys. She knew she'd hit at least one, Griefs impact notification system had registered it. But there were only two boys at the edge of the roadway, now a feeling of horror crept up her spine as she turned back toward the front of the Transport. Hurrying she was stooped over, looking underneath as she made her way to the front. Near the front drive tandem's, she found him, white as a sheet, his eyes as big as saucers, holding his right wrist. "I need a med team, STAT," she called as she crawled under to reach him. He'd reached out with his hand even as he collapsed to the ground. The front bumper had hit his hand, the magnetic field in the Debris deflector had locked onto the heavy bracelet he wore, and dragged him several feet before his weight had pulled him free. The other two had jumped out of the way in time. It hadn't taken Jazz very long after being given a shot to numb the pain in his broken wrist, to begin joking about seeing the look of horror on her face through the windscreen. She had no idea why she'd done it, but seeing this foolish young teen as he laughed about having scared the hell out of her Driver, not to mention almost getting himself killed triggered her feral instinct. Tarra Demure reached out and grabbed his ear as she pulled her belt free. Quickly she wrapped it around his neck like a collar and leash then dragging him to the command chair where she turned him over her knee and began administering a well-deserved spanking. The first spanking any of them had ever received she surmised by his reaction. Then carefully her belt still loosely about his neck, she let him slide off to sit in the floor at her feet. "Tarra?" she turned toward the sound of her Birth Mother, Jr Commander Dessi Demure's voice coming from the view screen. "M, Momma. Ummm, he deserved it," was all she could think to say. "I know you were to pick them up and deliver them to Iridani to be evaluated as Cubs, but are you sure about claiming a Cub for yourself?" asked her First Momma, Saniya. "Tarra, we'd love to meet your new Cub," stated her grinning father, Otru. "Dessi, plot an intercept course with Grief. We'll meet them enroute." "Saniya, would you call?" "Otru? Is there something happening?" asked Tarriana, a toddler in her arms and a pregnant Glorri Steel standing behind her. "Tarri, we just wanted to let you know that Tarra has taken a Cub," said Dessi. "Oh, he'll be the first one in the family. Please let me pay his tuition to Iridani," stated Tarriana. "Do you think I could meet him after he's enrolled, before the next school year starts?" "You mean they really are going to teach Cubs at the Academy this coming year?" asked Saniya. "Tarra," she looked at the image of her Aunt and Queen. "Please allow me to send you an appropriate as well as, fitting Collar for," she consulted her own view screen, "Cub Jazzy Demure." She found herself agreeing, though she hadn't really intended to take a Cub, everything was just happening so fast. But then she'd never seen a Kitten that she'd wanted either, not every adult female in her family had a Kitten, though most had spent their high school years being educated at the Terrellian Girls Academy, (TGA) or at the Kitten Academy (TKA) that was across the road. She'd only meant to use the belt around his neck as a means of humiliation and restraint while he was processed into the Transport as a detainee. Now she sat thinking about him, about her actions, why had she really done it? True, he was half Terrellian as were the other two boys. But there was something different about Jazz, his scent, his mischievousness. It reminded her of someone else from her past, someone who had broken her heart. She'd been thinking a lot about it, then noticed that he was kneeling next to her command chair still. "Jazz, go to the galley and get something to eat," she directed. Twenty minutes later he returned with a Rutter Meat Sandwich on a plate, carrying a mug of coffee. "M, Mistress." He set it on the fold out tray beside her armrest. Then she smelled it, Brazenberry sauce. "So, who helped you fix this the way I like it?" she asked curiously as she took a bite. Brazenberry wasn't something Terrellians usually spread on their sandwiches. "My, my Dad always made them like this." He blushed. "It's probably the only thing he managed to teach me." "And who was your father, Jakzin Kale?" She smirked half-heartedly, then the last name hit her. "No, Jarzin, his twin," he answered. "But I heard all about my Uncle Jakzin. Dad said he was a Transport Gunner on Threshold." "Oh shit," breathed Molli Turrni as she watched the tears slowly begin to trickle down her commander's cheeks. She'd fallen in love with Jakzin, sneaking off for bouts of forbidden sex. She knew she wasn't his only fling, but she was a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, in love with a newly graduated IGP Transport officer just like her Daddy and Mommas. "J, Jazz, come with me, please." She stood up and started toward her personal quarters. Molli sliding into her seat, waited only until she was sure her commander was in her room. "Shimmer, I need a private word with Reno, please." She sent her message as she raised the privacy screen around the command chair. "Molli? What's happening?" Reno looked at her from the screen. "Is there a problem with my sisters Cub?" "Do you remember Lieutenant Jakzin Kale?" "Yeah, he ripped her damned heart out before he was lost when Threshold went missing," she could see the concern in his eyes now. "Jazz is his son," she said. "No, mom and Dad have already looked into that when they saw the name," he said. "His father was Jakzin's twin Jarzin, Grief sent the DNA registration after his broken wrist was seen too." "Yes, who was sterile. I should know, I dated him at the same time Tarra was seeing Jakzin." "Does Tarra know that?" he asked. "She's the one that got me past my own crying jag after he showed me the proof from the doctors." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Jazz, look at me," she said as she sat down on her bunk. "Are you, did I do something wrong?" He was worried now seeing her tears. "No, you didn't do anything wrong," she assured him. "I should have looked closer at your records before we came to pick you up, is all." "You don't want me for a cub," he thought, and felt his heart sinking. "Actually, I want you to make me a promise." She held his chin between her thumb and finger as she looked directly into his eyes, "Please don't turn out like your father. I couldn't handle that twice." Now it was him holding her as she lowered her head into her hands crying. "I loved him so much, and, and he just used me to get his appointment to Threshold." "Rixxia Portal in five minutes," announced Neida from the driver's seat. Tarra pulled him over onto the bed to sit beside her. "You best strap in, we'll talk more about things after we make the shot, ok my Cub?" then she headed for the command deck. No one said a word as she passed, not even Molli as they traded seats. She reached out and took hold of her hand, "Thank you Molli." "Ma'am Shimmer is standing by to linkup," reported Nita on Communications. "Thank you, acknowledge the linkup request. Molli, thank you for calling Reno, now strap in," she directed, sometimes the Rixxian Portal Transitions weren't as smooth as the others. Twenty minutes later Shimmer had linked with Grief from the rear, and both Reno and Daisy had made their way forward leading two young teens. The two teens, Viki and Rusti had been picked up on Styer's Anvil as they were passing through. Viki had seen the Kitten Safe Logo on Shimmers passenger side lift above the number two fuel tank and sought a ride to one of the Academies. Rusti, had been pilfering items from unlocked hover cars in the back lot when Beki noticed him as he switched from Lycan Form to Rixxian and then to human as he began watching Cord and Tessa talking to one of the FJ Tanker drivers. "Momma, there's a girl pretending to be a boy that just jimmied the lock on a Speeder," she sent the location to her. Rusti's transformation, while being quick, wasn't quite as smooth. There was still the brief, moment as his body flashed back to his natural gender before assuming the male form he'd chosen. Renita and Quee Varda had jumped to him just in time as two burly miners had also noticed his breaking into their hover speeder. To say he was scared when they grabbed him and he was suddenly inside Shimmer would be an understatement. "Reno." Tara was hugging her brother, then Daisy. "Come along you two," directed Daisy. "Sis, we were actually heading to Iridani," she stated. "With other stops in at Lyconia and Terrellia," added Tessa and Cord as they joined the group. Tara took one look at Tessa and she couldn't hide the growing grin. "Am I the first one in the family to offer congratulations?" Molli quietly sent a request to Driver Onna, aboard Howler for a status update, Howler had been at Tank Electronics getting an update to one of their programs. "What's going on?" Onna requested knowing that Grief was in the Rixxian Quadrant. She also knew the conversation was in private mode and quickly switched her own to her communications implant. "Can you guys please delay leaving Iridani until Shimmer gets there? I think Commander Tessa Lightfeather has something she needs to tell her mother about," she asked as she leaned to the side to allow her view screen to pick up a profile of Tessa behind her at the back of the command deck. "Oh, hell yes," she giggled as her fingers flew across her keyboard. "Howler just developed a Steering control problem," she giggled again as Howler stated, 'I have no such problems.' As two others in the command crew saw the profile shot of Tessa with her slight abdominal protrusion. "Howler, I definitely felt a tremor during our last Portal Shot," added Niesha the second driver. 'That is a falsification of Maintenance Reports,' stated the Transport. 'I need a good reason not to report this.' 'Howler, I am sending a medical report,' stated Shimmer joining the conversation. 'Please keep it confidential. They wish to inform Commander Yorre in person.' A moment later a red light began to blink on the Driver notification panel. "Thank you, Howler." Both Drivers leaned forward and kissed the dashboard. "Onna, what's going on?" demanded Dinessa. "Commander, both Onna and Niesha brought a concern to my attention. I ran several diagnostics and have discovered the reason for the vibrations felt during our last four Portal Transitions. I have a failing Gravity Stabilizer on the Driver Side," he reported. It was one of the things due to be replace in four months during their next Maintenance Refit. But it was a routine switch out for a new 'Upgraded' Stabilizer. The big thing though was that they would have to wait until the part could be shipped in from Kelvin Nine. And the Transport was now restricted from shooting a portal because of it being reported. "So, we have at least another Week of down time?" asked Dinessa. "Yes Commander," responded the Transport. "Thank you, please notify Shimmer that we will be here when they arrive. I'd like to take the opportunity to visit, and notify Lyconia Maintenance and IGP Headquarters of this new development." As she headed for her quarters she muttered, "Instability my ass, I have a new grandchild on the way." She'd caught the medical report from Shimmer on the Driver's screen of updates before she let them know she was standing behind them. In her quarters, she sent a notice to Tyrell aboard Lifeline. 'Tessa has a family announcement to make when she gets here. But 'do not' spoil the surprise.' The response came back quickly. 'I already know about Daisy. Are they going to announce it to her parents?' She was only caught off guard for moment. 'I think so.' "Niesha," she patted the command chair as she returned. "Onna and I will be at the diner if anything pops up. Onna, come with me, let's have dinner at the diner." She wanted to find out if the Lightfeather's knew why Shimmer was coming here. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Bianca sat on her sister Tyrea's patio watching with growing curiosity as her littlest sister Chantilly Lace and her niece Mika held a tea party with six other Kittens. Her Niece Mika seemed to be instructing Thomas as the young Cub moved around the table with a serving tray, a tea towel draped over his arm pouring the tea and passing out little plates of Pastries. And then the unthinkable happed, the serving tray tilted and a plate of pastries slid off it. Fortunately, it hit the ground rather than one of the kittens. Unfortunately, the bone china plate shattered on the paving stones. She could see the depth of Thomas's embarrassment even as Mika began to give advice. Then she realized that the other Kittens were House Kittens, and one was being glared at by both Mika and Chantilly as she giggled at his mishap. "Momma, I will be back in a bit, I'm going to help Chantilly and Mika with something," she said as she grabbed a stack of disposable cups from the counter. The tea party had been Mika and Chantilly's idea to help Thomas begin to learn etiquette. In fact, Mistress Gwendolyn and Tyrea were sitting inside with Brennie watching everything on the security cameras. "I'm sorry Tyrea, I'll try to replace that plate," offered Brennie beginning to stand up. "Relax Bren, that is a training service, it isn't real china. I'm more concerned with what Bianca is doing," stated Tyrea pointing to the screen. Everyone on the patio jumped to their feet as they saw Mistress Bianca headed their way. Thomas straightened up from where he was trying to clean up the mess. "Mistress Bianca." They all curtsied in unison, Thomas bowed politely. "Good afternoon, Kittens, Thomas," she acknowledged them. "Thomas, leave that for now. Mika, I require nine trays from the dining hall please. The metal, not the plastic." "Momma, what is she doing?" asked Brennie. Tyrea almost snorted with laughter, "Oh, my, gods." Gwendolyn and Brennie both looked at her as she burst out laughing. "Tyrea, what is so funny?' demanded Gwendolyn. "Tea Service Boot Camp 101," snorted Tyrea as she tried to regain her composure. "Please explain, I will not have Thomas made fun of." Brennie's hackles were up. "Trust me, Bianca is not about to embarrass him. I do almost feel sorry for Kitten Mistie though," she snorted mentioning the kitten that had giggled at his mishap. "Sadie, remind me to pull the security footage for use in next year's classes." "Ty, remember that you are still my Kitten," stated Gwendolyn. "And tell us everything." "Ok," she pointed to the stack of plastic cups. "Bianca's first year, there were several Kittens who picked on her because she wasn't as graceful as the rest. You told me to work with her and to help her out, remember?" "Yes, I remember, you were trying to get back into my good graces after failing to help her set up her wardrobe on her first day." "I used a tea service from Home Ec, and took her to the Athletic stadium. I made her practice carrying the tray with cups filled with water, up and down the steps, and through obstacles, in three-inch heels until she had it down." "So that's how she learned overnight." Gwendolyn was grinning ear to ear as she kissed her forehead. "Dillandra, I believe Mistress Bianca is about to be giving a course of instruction that we need to incorporate into our curriculum," stated Tyrea. "Please see to it she and those with her are not interfered with." Mika had done more than she'd been asked, she'd figured out what her aunt really wanted to do upon seeing the disposable cups. When she returned, each twelve-inch round tray held six tea cups filled with water. The trays stacked atop each other were then set on the table. "Thank you, Kitten," praised Bianca. "Did my sister tell you that was what I needed?" "No Mistress." She smiled shyly. "Mommy put me through this same course last year. Are we going to the stadium bleachers?" Bianca grinned with pride. "No sweetheart. We are going to the Administration building. We have more natural obstacles there to learn with." She turned to Chantilly. "And have you had Tea Service Boot Camp as well?" "No Mistress." She curtsied. "Very well then, Mika you will assist me in training everyone here. Now everyone, please collect a tray. Thomas, you too Honey." The sidewalks fell silent as Bianca led her procession toward the main building, each carrying a tray balanced on one hand. At the foot of the steps she turned to them as a group. "You will watch Mika as she ascends the steps in a true lady like fashion. You lose points for spills as well as lack of grace and unlady or gentleman like movements. Mika, please proceed," directed Bianca. Mika practically floated up the steps. Then Chantilly, she wasn't quite as graceful but made it without mishap. One by one, each kitten followed suit. Then at the top they protested that it wasn't fair, Thomas wasn't wearing heels and a short skirt. "Not fair, kittens?" She gestured to Thomas' tray. Not on drop was spilled, not even from the cup that had been balanced atop three others. "Anyone else feel up to the challenge?" Mika promptly balanced her tray as she rearranged her cups then added one atop those in the center. Chantilly quickly followed suit. Bianca quickly rearranged her own so that she had a tier three cups high. "Mika, you are the trail, everyone, follow me please." At the door, Thomas balanced his tray as he held the door for them. Cougars, Kittens and staff stopped and watched as she led them through the ground floor of the building, and then up the stairs, past the upper reception Mistress to the refreshment tables where Bianca paused to choose her next route. Mika, Chantilly and Thomas blushed and giggled as Mika quickly changed out their own cups with ones filled with tea, and little plates of pastries. Only the grin on Bianca's face showed that she was aware of what was happening behind her. Without turning she said, "Mika, Chantilly and Thomas, each take a section of the room and serve those waiting here. You have four minutes, then the next three will pick up where you left off." She set her own tray down then began greeting those in the waiting area. Mika was like an elegant dancer as she moved through her section, serving fresh tea and pastries as she collected empties. Chantilly was a bit slower, but still graceful. Thomas matched her in both charm and gracefulness. They returned to empty their trays of the collected cups and plates. "Well, what are you waiting for? Hop to Kittens, you have guests waiting for you." She directed the next three. She kept them at it for nearly an hour, as she moved through the room setting out obstacles for them to navigate around and over. As Mika, Chantilly and Thomas began their second round, they had each added a tea towel over one arm and a cleaning rag to wipe up any spills as they went. Bianca had told the waiting guests that they were free to add any distractions so long as it was kept within good taste. Bottoms were caressed and pinched, Thomas had his package stroked more than once and there had only been one mishap when Misti had dropped her entire tray. At the end, she gathered them at the refreshment station, then holding her hand above each one's head one at a time, she waited as each cougar, Mistress or Staff member held up a number. "Those who got a combined rating less than five, I will see you here again tomorrow after noon. We will continue the Tea Service Boot Camp then. Now please go get ready for dinner." She released them. But before they got very far, there was a standing ovation of clapping Staff, Cougars and Mistresses. Gwendolyn, Tyrea and Brennie stood with tears in their eyes, praising their performances. "Excuse me, Headmistress, is that going to be part of the new curriculum for Kittens?" asked a Cougar. "Tyrea is the one you need to ask," stated Mistress Gwendolyn. "Very much so, for both Cubs and Kittens," stated Mistress Tyrea. "For the Cubs?" "We expect Kittens to perform Maid duties for Tea and Dinner parties, Cubs should be able to perform as Butlers?" reasoned Mistress Brennie. "But we are still building their curriculum. And another thing," she paused, "The senior Cub in any group should always hold the door, it's polite manners and shows respect." "What about Discipline?" many wanted to know if that would be changed. "The same as for the Kittens, BARE BOTTOM Spankings when needed," stated Mistress Stella. "What about their Athletic requirements?" asked someone else. "Will the Kitten Academy be entering a team in the Vershang competitions?" "We have Track, Volley Ball, Gymnastics and Ballet already," stated Tyrea. "But Gymnastics, Ballet and Volley Ball are primarily for the Kittens." "Commander Trace of the Lyconian Royal Guardians has offered to send us two instructors to teach Vershang," stated Brennie. "And," she held up her hand for attention, "Colonel Pierce has offered to send his Fencing instructor twice a week to teach the sport of Fencing until we can obtain our own instructor." "Vershang is not a fitting sport for a Kitten or Cub to learn," stated a Cougar. As Mistress Tyrea started to respond Mistress Stella began to laugh watching the responses of six visiting Royal Kittens. "Might I remind you," began Kitten Bree. "Two years ago, there was an attack on My Mistress, Cressida, a former Royal Kitten. She and I stood shoulder to shoulder with the Guardians during that Attack." "Bree, your hackles are up," stated Lady Cressida. "Sorry Mistress," she curtsied. Kitten Zindy, a Lyconian Kitten on summer vacation stepped forward. "Every Royal Lyconian and Terrellian Kitten learns the Vershang," she stated. "They are trained by the Royal Guardians personally." "If that is true, why haven't we had any entered into competitions before?" asked a curious new Cougar. "Because the competitions are for amateurs, not Professionals trained by Royal Guardians," stated Mistress Stella. "There is a difference, not even the IGP Academies compete with the other University Level Teams." It was true, the IGP Academies only competed against the other IGP and Guardian Academies. What no one else knew, was that those Academies also taught the other blade competitions as well, Fang Spurs, Sabers, Laser and Finger Blades and now Fencing. Dagger Darts, Knives, and Hatchets were also a sport, but not one that had an Intergalactic Sports following outside of the IGP and Guardian Academies. Now it seemed the Iridani Kitten Academy was going to be entering the competitions as well.