Antigua
Admiral
Irons replacement search for a new secretary of industry was off to a rocky
start. Sandra’kall had recently resigned to join her family at the Nuevo B
colony and be a member of the ruling cabinet there. He still thought she would
have done better for her people in her previous position; however, she wanted
to be closer to her people and her family so he couldn’t fault that decision.
It was just unusual for a usually logical Centaurian to choose emotion over
cold hard logic.
Of
course, there might be something else involved he was not aware of. Not that it
was any of his business apparently. He glanced at the candidates. Sprite had
two dozen files from the literal thousands that had been initially generated.
Even more had applied for the position once it had come out that the Centaurian
was resigning.
He’d
thought they’d be able to fill her post before her departure, but apparently,
that hadn’t been the case. The first three candidates had not passed the
vetting process and the fourth runner-up had some issues that had come out
during the committee hearing with congress. It had been embarrassing enough for
the candidate to withdraw.
Of
course certain parties on the hill had gloated over that. He wasn’t certain why;
it meant the post was vacant and the star nation as a whole had a problem. Not
that they saw it that way of course. They saw it as scoring off of him and his
administration. Reining him in.
Petty
politics in other words.
<<V>>
Antigua
Jethro
continued to deal with the pain of loss of Lil Red. Shanti continued to blame
herself. Both had been to a therapist but it helped to talk to each other. “I
was supposed to keep her safe,” she said.
Jethro
shook his head. She sounded so … broken. Like it was her fault. It wasn’t; they
both knew that. She hadn’t been home; it had been a freak crash during an air
show that had killed their adopted daughter.
“You
can’t be blamed for a freak accident! Murphy maybe, but not you love. It
happened. We can’t wrap them in cotton and keep them safe forever.”
“You’d
think she’d be safe at home! I should have insisted she stay with you.”
“It
happened,” Jethro sighed. “It is something that … the rest of us will have to
live with. I love you,” he said softly.
“I
love you too,” she murmured back, kissing her fingertips and then holding them
out to him. He smiled tenderly to her holographic image.
A
blinking LED caught his attention. He knew it was time up. He reached out for a
phantom caress of her cheek. She smiled tenderly and closed her eyes and seemed
to rub into it.
“I
won’t tell you to stay safe. I know you too well,” he said.
She
chuffed.
“But
watch your six and kick ass.”
“Yeah,”
she said huskily. “We have to go.” She dashed a tear and then straightened up
and nodded. “Kick some pirate ass. I love you.”
“I
know and I will. And I love you too,” he said. “Thanks, Captain,” Jethro said
as he looked up.
“You’re
welcome, Chief. Terminating virtual chat,” Commander Enki replied.
<<V>>
Jethro
prepped for work quietly. “Was that mom?” Baghera asked sleepily. He was the
black panther male of the quartet. All four had a ways to go in the maturity
department. A bit of that was because he hadn’t been around to be a father. He
was trying to make up for lost time but it wasn’t easy this late in the game.
“Yeah,
she had to go; sorry, you lot were asleep.”
“Was
she here?” Bagheera asked, looking around in confusion. He sniffed the air, his
brows knit still in confusion. “Wait, I don’t smell her.”
“No,
it was a holo call. Brief,” Jethro explained patiently as he cleaned up the
kitchen.
Bagheera
blinked in confusion. “Oh,” he said.
“Red
is …”
“They
cremated her body and will ship it back as a diamond,” Jethro said quietly.
Bagheera blinked again and then yawned.
“Damn,” he muttered. “It is … is she really gone?” he asked and then ran a
finger under his nose as he snuffled.
“I’m
afraid so,” Jethro sighed softly. Some of the family were still struggling with
the loss. Red had been their adopted daughter and an older sister/aunt/sitter
to each of the litters. They were each dealing with the grief in their own way.
The FBI as well as the Cadre had each offered a grief counselor to the family.
So far he wasn’t aware of anyone taking them up on it.
The
first litter were buried in their work. They were more mature and knew
intellectually such things were bound to happen eventually. The sudden reaction
was what caught them off guard.
“Mom
should have left her here to be safe with us,” Bagheera muttered bitterly.
“Red
was an adult; she wanted to be with your mom to help her out and so she
wouldn’t feel so alone.” Jethro shook his head.
“Yeah?
And it cost her her life!” Bagheera flared.
A
corner of his father’s mind recognized anger as one of the stages of grief so
he kept to reason. He didn’t want to provoke the fragile truce with his son or
make the irrational anger turn towards him.
No,
it wasn’t irrational, the anger was real. It was just adrift without a target
as they all were, he reminded himself before he spoke.
“No,
a freak accident did. She was at home safe. It could have happened here as
easily as their or anywhere,” Jethro said, trying to keep his tone even.
Bagheera glowered at him. “When fate chooses to snip your thread, it's a part
of the circle of life.”
“Oh
gah, not that shit again,” the smaller black panther said voice rich with
disgust. He snorted harshly.
“It
is what it is,” Jethro said with an ear flick of a shrug as he felt his fur
stiffen. Bast shook her head on his HUD. He took it to indicate a lost cause.
“Some things are just out of our control. It sucks. Trust me, I’ve felt it. I
still feel it.”
He
reached out to touch his son but his son turned away and headed into the
bathroom. The door clicked shut with a sound of finality to the argument.
Jethro
escaped to his commute to work while he could.
<<V>>
Jethro
saw motion in the hallway near the floor as he walked through the new section
of the base. His attention flickered from thinking about the list of things he
had to do to prepare for the movement to curiosity. Bast rolled her eyes on his
HUD and highlighted a familiar feline figure crouching in the shadows.
He
chuffed softly in amusement and pretended to ignore her in passing. Ember had
figured out how to cloak in order to try to sneak out of the crèche again. She
was good, but she had been tagged with an IFF tag and her cloak was only good
if she didn’t move. She didn’t have implants or an AI to manage her cloaks so
everything ran on instinct.
He
turned suddenly and swooped in to catch her and swing her off her feet. She
growled in surprise as he held her with one arm under her armpits and the other
under her bottom as he leaned over her and gave his invisible prey a cheek rub.
She
mock growled and her ears went flat but he chuffed and purred. After a moment,
she started to purr in response.
A
tech saw him cheek rubbing something and holding it but whatever it was it was
invisible. The human stopped and stared until Jethro tickled his prey. Ember
growled and lost focus and faded into place in his arms giggling and squirming.
“Stop!” she said in a high pitch giggly voice.
Jethro
churred and laughed at her and hugged her tightly. The observer then blinked
and puckered his lips and looked away. After a moment, he shook his head and
walked off.
“So,
what are you doing out and about, young lady?” Jethro teased. “Aren’t you
supposed to be with your friends?”
“No
nap,” she growled as he slung her up to his shoulder. She began to play with
his ear in retaliation.
“Really?
You don’t like to nap?”
“No,”
she pouted as he walked to the crèche.
“Uh
huh,” he said. “Do they know you are gone?” he asked in a light voice. She
suddenly looked shy.
Bast
rolled her virtual eyes and sent a text out to the crèche as well as Zuhura.
Just
as she did a security alert came over the 1MC to look for a lost black kitten.
“I
think they know you are missing. Your mommy is going to be upset,” Jethro
warned.
Ember
looked a little contrite but then flicked her ears.
Find
out supposed to be in crèche. Snuck away in naptime.
Zuhura
arrived outside the crèche. She was clearly exasperated with her wayward
charge.
Jethro
play fought to hand her over, eventually relenting with a mock pout. Ember
giggled. The byplay lightened the mood.
“You
aren’t supposed to leave the crèche without an adult, young lady,” Zuhura
scolded.
“She’s
getting good at being sneaky,” Jethro said. “She almost got past me,” he said.
He shrewdly tickled her. “Almost,” he teased as she shrunk back and giggled and
then growled and play swatted at him.
She
might be playing but her eyes flashed, her ears went back and she started in
with her trademark head cock that said she was ready to get feisty.
“Uh
oh,” Zuhura laughed. “Now you’ve done it,” she chuffed. She pretended to hold
her charge away from Jethro as Jethro pretended to box with her and then hold
his arms out on either side and then move in to strike. She couldn’t look in
both directions and growled ears flat.
Zuhura
chuffed as her father used one hand to distract and the other to strike. The
head cock came out again.
“I
think they need to learn to wear this little lady out a bit more before
naptime,” Jethro observed.
“No
nap!” a certain kitten said, crossing her arms and instantly pouting.
“Yeah,”
Zuhura said with a snort as she took the kitten into the crèche. “Thanks, dad.”
“Anytime,”
he said with a wave to the kitten.
<<V>>
