Chapter 13: Face-to-Face

Chapter 13: Face-to-Face

Going To Bed

It was a long day for Mia. After more than two days of discussions, everyone decided to adjourn, and continue later. Mia mused that the ability to cram and pull all-nighters was the specialty of the young, and she ruefully admitted to herself that she might have lost the talent.

Earlier on, Mia gave instructions to OConnell to change around the duty shifts on the bridge, and was not surprised that OConnell had taken care of it already. With that settled, for a change, Mia planned to stay in her cabin tonight and to catch up on some sleep. She had been going for more than two days straight now, having to manage all three teleconferences with just short naps and breaks from time to time. It had taken its toll on her. And it would be more of the same tomorrow.

She closed her cabin door and breathed a sigh of relief. Alone, finally. At least for a little while. She sat on her bunk and pulled off her boots. Her boots didnt feel too different from her old ones, although they had higher heels maybe a couple of inches higher, but she was used to them by now. They were also a lot narrower than her old boots, but they suited her remodeled feet well.

She took out the hairpins that kept her hair up and out of the way, and the blonde locks cascaded down her back. She scratched her head vigorously and felt relief as she allowed her scalp to breathe. She took off the rest of her uniform as well, making sure to take out all the pins and other devices before dumping it in the laundry chute. It left her clad in underwear and thigh-high stockings, and she felt relief in finally getting out of her uniform.

She didnt used to feel that way - she used to feel comfortable enough to be in the same clothes for days on end. She wondered if this was a female thing.

Well, whatever. But it sure felt good to be rid of the sweaty clothes. She also decided to take off her bra, which felt warm, sweaty and a little itchy, and used a little terrycloth towel to wipe the underside of her breasts, which felt the most sweaty and itchy. She supposed that it was because she was still new to female clothing. She dropped her bra and the little towel in the chute as well. Sitting by her desk, she picked up her comm-computer, programmed her on-line auto-assistant to wake her up six hours later, and dropped the little device on the cluttered desk.

As she stood to go to her clothes cabinet, she caught her reflection in the floor-length mirror tacked to the back of her cabin door. She was used to how she looked now, but noted again the major differences. She kept her long, strawberry-blonde locks (she still remembered when it used to be brown) well below her shoulders now, and it was now brighter, thicker and shinier than ever before. Her general lines were also longer and leaner now, more along the lines of someone like her friend, Jennifer Priestly, except, of course, Mia was so much taller than Jenn. Part of her remodeling was the reduction of muscle mass and the remodeling of many of her bones. She was now closer to the modern idea of female physical perfection than any woman she knew.

She leaned closer to the mirror and examined her face more closely. Her new face reflected the changes that were recommended by BuMed that she had okayed - a feminine heart-shaped face, a higher hairline than before, finer eyebrows, larger-looking eyes, smaller and narrower nose, more prominent cheekbones, smaller mouth and a less prominent chin.

The doctors were somehow able to keep close to her old look as well, so she was more-or-less still Bill, though a pretty, female version. At the very least, she looked like a close relative - a very good-looking close relative.

How everyone thought of themselves was usually connected to how they looked, even in this new, more liberal and emancipated age. But as she told her best friend Walter Thorpe thousands and thousands of times, looks shouldnt count - it was who he was inside: his heart and mind are what make up the true person.

But looking at her new physical self now, Mia was starting to doubt her words. Because she felt lost. In her short life, she had always comported herself as the best man she could be, perhaps mostly to please her parents, and she had reaped recognition and rewards for it, and made friends and developed relationships as a man. The way she related to people then, and how they related to her - it was as a man. But having lived as a woman these last few weeks, to her dismay, she had found that there still were roles that society still has pigeonholed as male roles, and others as female.

She had generally believed, like most humans of post-apocalypse Earth, that gender didnt count anymore. And for the most part, it didnt - opportunities and possibilities abounded in the twenty-fourth century and gender was largely not a factor - only skill, knowledge, ability, drive, and heart. Likewise with opportunities to advance professionally. And it was this belief, and the belief that there wouldnt be any major changes in her life, that made it easy for her to decide to transition to being female. But she did not expect the relationships, the personal connections that shed made in her life as a man to change. Oh, she was realist enough to know that a few adjustments had to be made. But it turned out that she had underestimated things.

Her relationship with her friends from CETI, for example - Jerry, Phil and the others: there were changes, some subtle, some major, and some both. Sure they relied on her advice on professional matters as always, but she wasnt a buddy and close confidante anymore. The two would never again include her in late night barhopping. Never again would Jerry talk to her about his relationship with Anushka, his wife. Never again would Phil ask for dating advice. Never again would Marc wax lyrical about the inscrutable female mind as he weathered another bout of arguments with his wife. Never again would Jennifer make a pass at her.

How could things remain the same with her looking the way she did now? Among all her friends, only her relationship with Sahsha and Allie had not changed, or at least not a lot.

And shed lost Miriam...

Never again would women find it chivalrous for her to help them with doors. Never again would she ever feel comfortable swearing, or maybe she just needed a new vocabulary for that, she laughed. Never again would Admiral Silverman confide in her about his hopes and aspirations for the military, or for her; never again would he invite her over to Sunday dinner with his wife and daughter. Or maybe he still would. Time would tell.

And her new relationships... She had always prized having good relationships with her staff, and had always found it easy to do that. But with her new crew, even though she did her best, especially with OConnell, it was like she was getting the cues wrong. She suspected that she was still behaving like a man with them when they were all expecting something else. She should try behaving like a girl, but she didnt know how.

Her mother and father were geniuses that valued being able to get along with people as important as intelligence or skill, because they believed that it was the only way for society to progress. So she grew up to be the Bill Steele that everyone knew - intelligent, capable, reliable and affable - she tried be the best man she could be. That, and because she had a seemingly innate need to try to do the right thing. But now...

Now she was a woman. How did she do that now? What did she know about being a woman? Oh, how she would dearly have loved to get her parents advice right about now...

Most men would never have considered becoming female, especially if the only reason to do so was because of an abstraction - an intellectualization. But she was William Steele, someone whose life was built on intellectualizations, and trying to do the right thing. Of course shed change genders.

It seemed to be the correct decision at the time, but now that she had, and that she had lived as a woman for a while - she felt... lost. For the first time in her life.

The rules she had always followed as a man, all that she had done, from the time of her birth, all gone. Miriam Bidwell, too - gone. Everything.

She tried to change her train of thought, and thought of what had gone on today, of everything that had happened. She also thought of all the people that had died, and she felt shame because she realized that she was grateful almost all the deaths were those of aliens and not humans. She felt guilty that she felt that way. Was it a kind of bigotry to feel that way?

Years ago, during the Asteroid Wars, she, or rather he, had struggled with similar thoughts when he fought for the side of the Allies, that he did not feel as bad if it was the enemy who died. But he was able to sublimate any guilt he felt with the belief that what he was doing was a necessary thing, that it was his role to fulfill. He had contented himself with a resolution not to kill except as a last resort, and, by and large, when he needed to, he was able to rationalize his actions this way - he rationalized that he was a patriot and not a murderer.

After the wars, though, he had tried to atone, and as a result, in recent years, he had become one of the leading advocates for peace.

So, no, she reasoned - much of her current... malaise couldnt be coming from this. But where? Eventually, she realized that it was coming from worry about the future. Not just hers or her familys or her friends, but everyones. And what if what she was doing was wrong? What would that mean for them?

She had to laugh - she sounded so egotistical - that she thought everything was all on her shoulders. Her parents would not approve, she chuckled in a sad kind of way, but she knew it was mostly true. No one else could do what she needed to do. But could she even do it? She didnt even really know who she was anymore.

She again looked at herself in the mirror. She was beautiful. Almost perfect, although just a touch too tall for her taste. The doctors were geniuses. She brought her hand up and touched her left breast, and then the other. They felt natural, like she had been born with them. They even felt good. But she wasnt a girl. In her innermost core, she was William Steele, not Amelia. Or was she?

She touched her long hair. It felt softer. She moved the thick mass so that the ends of it lay on her upper chest. She had always liked how Miriam looked when she had her hair in this position, though Miriam had significantly longer hair. Maybe she could grow her hair as long as Miriams.

Mia is pretty, she thought. She didnt know that she was thinking of Mia as if she were a different person.

She traced her new, incredibly feminine curves. Her skin was so smooth, sensitive and soft. It didnt used to be.

She looked down. Navy-issue underwear, she thought, and laughed a little. She placed her palm on the front and between her legs, and was amazed, as always, that it was flat, except for a small mound with a cleft. She quickly stooped, pulled down the white panties and threw them into the laundry chute. Nothing wrong with her aim.

She looked at the entire her - nude save for her stockings, and incredibly beautiful. The doctors did good work, she thought again.

She reached up to wipe the wetness from her face. As she did, she looked up. Why is this beautiful girl in the mirror crying, she thought. Can I help her?

She reached out to the mirror with her other hand. Dont cry, pretty girl, she thought. Dont cry. But all she could touch was the mirror.

After a while, she turned away. She went to the head and grabbed some toilet paper, wiped her face and blew her nose. She went to bed, curled up into a ball on her side, and continued to cry silently. Eventually, she fell asleep.

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The soft but insistent chimes of her comm-computer (most called them CCs nowadays) woke her up. She didnt feel all that rested, but at least she didnt feel as tired as she did yesterday. And it was 6AM already, her CC declared.

With a sigh, she sat up. She shook the cobwebs left over from last nights panic attack and squared her shoulders - her sense of duty again overriding any personal concerns. She was starting to get worried, though - this was the eighth panic attack this month. Maybe Ill give Dr. Puerrot a call when Im Earthside next and have the time, she told herself sarcastically, since it was unlikely she ever would anytime soon.

She looked down and noticed that she had fallen asleep above the sheets last night. And naked. First time she'd done that. Things were getting worse... She thought of that visit to Puerrot more seriously, and got up.

She stretched, switched off her CCs alarm, took off the stockings and went to the little shower-bathroom alcove for her morning routine. After a while, she stepped out, finished drying her hair with a blow dryer, and then hung up her towel to dry. She went to her cabinet and picked out a fresh service uniform. As she started getting ready, she switched her intercom to survey mode and watched some live video of the main sections and departments of the ship - something she did regularly to check how the ship was doing.

As she was getting ready to fix her hair into the updo she usually wore, she noticed the styles that the female crew used for their hair, and it gave her the idea to change hers, and maybe break herself out of her current funk.

She especially liked the hairstyle that the pretty medical officer currently on duty in sickbay was wearing: the girl basically kept her blonde hair loose with just a couple of barrettes at her temples, and it swung saucily as she went about her routine. Though it was well within regulations, she still managed to look very pretty, in a clean-cut kind of way. Mia thought it looked somewhat like the style that the Elyran Princess wore.

Mia decided to experiment a bit and copy her style. She combed her hair straight down, fluffed it up with her fingers and then parted it on the side. She then took out a couple of red barrettes that were in her suitcase - something left over from the hair and makeup kit the nurses had given her while she was in Bethesda.

She tucked the hair behind her ears and then clipped the barrettes by her temples. She looked at her reflection and decided that it was cute. She shook her head a little bit; the barrettes didnt come undone, and they kept the hair from her face as intended. She smiled and decided to wear her hair that way for the rest of the day.

She finished getting dressed and decided, at the last moment, to swap the pants for the uniform skirt instead. She also decided to wear the higher-heeled boots. Sahsha would have said it was a dressier outfit than her usual ensemble, but regulations allowed this, especially since there were dignitaries on board, and they'd been secured from General Quarters for a while now.

As a finishing touch, she spritzed herself lightly with some perfume, also a leftover from her time in Bethesda, picked up her CC and left her cabin.

The crew saluted her as she made her way forward, and she acknowledged them with crisp but friendly nods.

As she stepped onto the bridge, one of the on-duty officers exclaimed, Captain on the bridge!

As you were, she said automatically. Everything all right, Commander? she said to Kajima as he came over to report.

Kajima nodded. Aye, sir. Nothing to report. Alls well.

Very good, Commander. Thank you for taking my duty on the bridge these past few days. I had to run the... meetings with the aliens...

Aye, sir, but no need to explain.

All right then, she smiled. Ill be going down to the mess for some breakfast in case you need me.

Aye, sir.

After she had left the bridge, one of the officers in battle ops said quietly, Did the Captain change her hairstyle?

Another quietly replied. Shes very pretty this morning. Especially with the skirt and the high-heeled boots.

Kajima growled. I suggest that we keep our discussions to a minimum, people, and pay attention to our work. Thats our captain youre talking about. Show some respect!

Aye, sir. Sorry... the one who spoke first apologized. The other one nodded a little sheepishly.

After a few moments of nervous silence, Kajima regretted his words. It was only natural for the crew to comment on their COs looks, and they were respectful enough. So he relented.

I especially like the barrettes, he said. And after a beat, everyone laughed lightly, and broke the gathering tension.

At the moment, their subject of discussion was making her way to the officers mess, but she detoured first to the enlisted personnels mess. It was a routine of hers that most had come to know. Like Kajima, she took the crews well-being seriously, and she believed being visible to the crew would foster esprit de corps better than any order she could give.

Mia always marveled at how many of the crew ate breakfast so early in the morning. Shift change was at 0900, and it was only 0700. Still, the mess hall was full. Knowing that officers were normally not admitted in, she politely asked permission from the duty crewman by the door. By custom, he pressed a buzzer and waited for a moment. An answering buzzer sounded and he saluted and passed his captain through. Mia smiled her thanks as she walked in.

Mia gave a nod to the petty officers sitting by a table near the coffee urns.

Coffee, Captain? one of the petty officers asked, and stood to pour her a cup even before she could respond.

Thank you, Petty Officer, Mia said, and accepted the proffered cup. She got several sugars and dropped them into the cup, as well as pouring in a generous amount of cream. It was her way of managing the strong and heavy brew that seemed to be the trademark of the Seeker.

She took her time with the coffee and asked after the crew - at least those she could talk with. Many asked about the aliens, and she told them all she could, which was not a lot since most of the discussions were confidential.

She worked her way from the front of the mess hall to the back, saying a friendly hello to those who greeted her, and left her by-then empty cup with one of the ratings.

She then proceeded to the engine section and visited with the Chief Engineer. She was pleased to find that all the modifications had been holding up well, and that Seeker was just ticking over as she nursemaided the alien ships through Earth territory. She then went to life systems, sickbay, and then to hangar deck, checking over everything. Most everyone knew this morning routine of hers well, and everyone tried to act busy and to keep everything shipshape when she would make her informal visits. OConnell was known to do the same thing from time to time, but Mia did it almost regularly before she would take the con in the morning (she hadn't been able to do this for the past few days, however).

After her last visit of the morning, she made her way to the officers mess and sat down at her customary place. The stewards were all set, and served her breakfast as soon as she settled in. As usual, the chief cook anticipated her order. She nodded hello to the officers who were there just finishing their own breakfast.nove(l)bi(n.)com

As they were all leaving, OConnell came over.

May I join you, sir? she asked.

Of course, Beth, Mia said pleasantly, and gestured at the seat to her right. She tried to make it a point to call her immediate staff by name when not on duty. A steward came, laid out a place for her and took her order.

Thank you, sir. OConnell said. I hope you had a good rest... Commander Stevens was worried, she said, referring to the short discussion she had with the ships doctor. He knew that you hadnt had any sleep for about three days now.

Yes, he called me last night. Now, how do you suppose the good doctor found out about my lack of sleep?

I told him. OConnell said, deadpan.

After a bit, both of them chuckled. They became quiet as the mess boy brought OConnell her food.

Thank you for the concern, Beth, Mia said as soon as they were left alone, but I am fine. But you should take care of yourself, too - I know you havent been getting enough sleep as well.

Yes, the doctor called me about it last night, too. He said you told him.

Mia laughed at that. Well, the ship cant afford you being tired and performing below par.

Touch, OConnell smiled.

After a few bites, OConnell cleared her throat. Ummm, Captain - the Arachnians have a request.

Yes?

Theyre saying they want to have access to... Earther visual entertainment...

Huh?

They want to watch TV...

TV, huh? Mia smiled at OConnells dated choice of words. How... fancy of her. Howd they find out about TV?

OConnell shrugged. Maybe from one of the crew? There were several ratings in their quarters yesterday, installing additional video screens for the conferences. Maybe one of them?

Mia sighed. Cant be helped, I guess. Theyre bound to find out about us eventually. Okay, run it by the CETI people, and ask them which channels are all right to feed into their quarters.

OConnell nodded. Aye, sir.

Im terribly sorry about sticking you and Kajima with the con for the past couple of days, Mia said. The conferences...

No need to explain, sir. Seems to me, theres been lots of progress made.

Mia gestured at the stewards, and they left Mia and OConnell alone. Sometimes officers wanted to discuss confidential matters, so they were used to it.

I think so, too, Mia responded to OConnell, continuing their conversation. But there are lots of things remaining to be done. What Im really worried about, though, are the Empire ships. Whats the latest from Solar Tracking?

He listened with quiet amusement when the First Ambassador of the Arachnians spoke of Earther television programs, and how entertaining they were. Even in that, their technology enabled them. Ren thought of this TV for a bit. He told himself that he must ask later if this could also be extended to the Talon.

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The Captain explained that the current network was based on fairly new technology. Previous to that, they used a system based on the transmission of electromagnetic radiation, of wavelengths below visible light, which they called radio waves. Ren checked the details, and he noted that this was what Empire and Federation communications were currently based on.

But, considering interstellar distances, radio communication was not up to it. Federation citizens were painfully aware of this since they had to use couriers or automated ships to get messages across the void. Even if just across interplanetary distances, the several hours time lag was inconvenient, to say the least. The Federation and the Empire had to make do since there were no other options.

Humans also had to make do in this same way as well, until the creation of their Seren stations.

Seren was the Irish word for star, and it was the name its inventor, the noted physicist Doctor Ava McCarthy, gave the new system.

There used to be five Seren stations in the Solar System - one in orbit around Venus, another on Phobos near Mars, and three others in orbit around Neptune, Jupiter and Earth.

A Seren station was a kind of wormhole generator that allowed electromagnetic waves to go through before the wormhole closed. Though the wormhole remained open mere nanoseconds, the collapse was predictable, without any unusual effects when it does, and it could be re-opened at will.

Seren transmitters worked in pairs - one on each end of the wormhole tunnel. Since the tunnel remained open in infinitesimally short segments of time, the transmitters had to be synchronized very precisely, especially the wormhole collapse, so the transmission and reception of light pulses or electromagnetic waves could be coordinated properly and then reassembled correctly at the other end.

The transmitters were able to provide near-instantaneous communication between six of the seven major planetary settlements: Earth, the moon, Mars, Venus, Jupiter and Neptune, with Saturn the only other major one remaining unconnected.

The stations required a lot of power to operate. Fully half of the entire systems aggregate power output was used to run them. But even so, the humans thought the cost well worth it: It was a major boon to solidifying the major human settlements into a system-wide community.

But with Steeles discovery of Phase-Wave, the Seren stations were retired, freeing up trillions of joules of energy that could then be used for other things. Captain Steele, however, didnt talk about Phase-Wave even though Ren and his associates pressed her on it.

Captain Steele distracted them from asking about it further by saying she had gotten permission to offer Seren technology to the Federation. She told them that Earth scientists were in the middle of translating the material to Elyran, using equivalent Elyran scientific and technical terms and concepts. She said the material should be ready in a week or so. In his mind, Ren thought getting this technology might actually make this a profitable expedition.

After a short break to allow the aliens to talk this through and to allow their excitement to die down, discussions resumed and they segued into matters of defense.

The Federation envoys were flabbergasted to learn that the humans had more than one hundred thirty capital ships (more than 200 in Elyran Base-8). The exact number was carefully hidden, of course. But that was almost twice the size of the entire fleet of Elyran starships, which happened to be the largest fleet in the Federation. But Ren took comfort in the fact that the combined ships of the Federation outnumbered the Earth ships by a factor of sixteen-to-one. Still - one hundred-thirty... (Mia neglected to tell them, of course, that nearly two-thirds of these ships were not yet ready and were, in fact, still undergoing construction or shakedown, and the ones now available were outdated thirty to fifty-year-old non-FTL ships.)

All throughout Mias talk, the aliens interrupted often, but Mia was patient, and answered all that she could except those touching on their ships motive power, speed, armament, complement of on-board ships or range. That truncated the discussion and the Captain decided to break early for lunch.

When they reconvened, It was the aliens turn. Ren offered to be the one to brief the Earthers about the Federation. Like Mia, he began his talk by saying he would also not disclose everything because of security reasons. Everyone nodded at that, and settled down.

Like Mia, for those pieces of information that he couldnt disclose, he tried to be vague or non-specific, or to actually say that he couldnt tell. Ren covered most of the same areas that Mia had discussed and tried to be as thorough as possible (or as un-thorough as the case may be), but his talk was longer than Mias as he covered some material concerning the other member races of the Federation. Occasionally, the Earthers would jot down something he said, but they were curiously quiet the rest of the time. He had the impression that the Earthers knew already, even during those times when he broke down in a bit of frustration and disclosed something he wasnt supposed to.

In fact, one of the Earthers even corrected him when he mentioned an erroneous number for the standard range of Detterex Defiant-class cruisers. There were also several telltale questions, such as when someone asked how the two thousand-plus Federation ships were deployed throughout Federation territory when the number of ships was supposed to be confidential. He was greatly surprised by this, and the implication was that Earthers knew more than they were saying. He hid his suspicions, however, and continued on.

Because there were minimal interruptions, Ren finished more quickly than he expected. At the end of his talk, and before adjourning for the day, Captain Steele transmitted to them several reference documents that had more specific information about the things that they talked about, without the confidential items, of course.

He looked to the back of the room he was in. One of his assistants looked up from a terminal and a printer spitting out sheets and sheets of paper, nodded and made a gesture like a stack of books a meter high. Ren smiled and turned back to the screen. He made a decision.

The Federation thanks you, Captain Steele, Ren said. We were unprepared and cannot reciprocate. Our team will try and get together our own documentation, and have it ready in, at most, a few days. We would also like to invite you to a more through tour of our ship as soon as feasible.

Thank you, Highness, the Captain said. How about tomorrow?

Tomorrow? For the books?

Ummm, no. I was referring to the tour.

But...

We can perform the same maneuver that Hermes did, but we will need some information about your ships defense field generator. Afterwards, we can tour your ship.

Ren looked at the Captains image on his screen. After a moment, he made a decision. He nodded and snapped a finger at one of his assistants and whispered in his ear. The assistant scurried away.

Please have your engineer call our pilot at her earliest convenience, Ren said. Our pilot will give her whatever information is needed.

The Captain nodded her thanks and subsequently ended the meeting for the day.

Being Catty

On Channel B, Princess Tasha and Jennifer Priestly were wrapping up as well. It was obvious that the discussion didnt go as well as it could have, as the Princess was less than cordial. Still, a lot was accomplished since everyone tried to be cooperative despite Tashas mood.

From the information gleaned by Jennifers team in this one session, a lot of CETIs then-open questions about Elyran society were answered. They were starting to feel confident that they now had a good handle on what Elyrans were all about until Jennifer made her unintentional gaffe.

Jennifer gave a lot of credit for the days progress to the Elyran sociologist that accompanied the Princess. Ben seemed to know his stuff and was eager to expand his knowledge of the Earthers. He tried to smooth over the Princesss catty behavior to keep the discussion from stalling out, for which everyone was grateful.

Making conversation after the meeting, Jennifer learned that this young sociologist named Ben was actually Prince Rens contemporary in the Elyran Institute of Science. He specialized in languages, and had met the Prince when he was retained by the Royal Family to help translate documents their spies brought back from the other side. From then on, he was part of the familys staff.

Ben commented that some of the Earthers he met had names that curiously sounded familiar. Jenn said she felt the same thing about Elyran names. She told them that Ben was actually a very common name on Earth, and the little Elyran male seemed oddly proud of that.

Ben is actually a nickname. Its short for Benjamin, Jenn explained, which meant the favorite son in the olden days.

Jenn was surprised when the Elyrans suddenly became quiet and the young scientist blushed, ducked his head and look shyly away.

Jenns eyebrows rose. Something was wrong. Umm, Im sorry. Did I say something wrong?

No one answered.

If I did, I apologize. My grasp of Elyran is clearly not perfect.

You didnt say anything objectionable, Doctor, Tasha said. Not exactly. What you said was actually a kindness... of a sort.

What do you mean, Your Highness?

The name you mentioned? To us, it sounded like you said, Ben, zhem ain. It sounded like you said, Ben, my love is yours forever.

Ben excused himself and left the room.

This was one of the few times Jenn was caught without anything to say - she was definitely caught off-guard. She looked at her team and they, after looking through the language databases in their CCs, were shaking their heads.

Your Highness, Im...

Do not fret, Doctor. It is not surprising that you did not know. It is in the formal ancient tongue, not in common use anymore. In formal Elyran, the phrase translates to Jem eem zheh taime, which is very different from what you said. The ancient form, however, is an expression of love reserved for ones bonded mate, from ones bridge. No one else may presume to say it.

Jenn gulped. Your Highness, I did not know. Please believe that I intended no insult. Please tell Ben...

Tasha raised her hand. Do not worry, Doctor. Ben knows, and does not blame you. But he is unmated. Please give him some time. He needs to compose himself. So let us continue tomorrow?

Of course, Your Highness. The screen blacked out when the Princess abruptly switched off from their side.

She turned to her team. What the hell happened! she cried.

I dont know, Doctor, one of the CETI scientists replied.

What does any of this mean? Any ideas?

He shrugged. And whats the implication of being unmated...

Stop it, someone else said. Its useless to speculate.

This is bad, Jenn said. Better tell Mia.

Tell her what?

Well, everything!

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Tasha went out into the passageway outside the little conference room they were using, and found Ben. She saw him huddling in a corner, crying. The people in the passageway were looking at him sympathetically, but didnt know how to help.

Tasha grabbed a passing steward. Find the Prince, she said quietly. Bring him here quickly. He is needed.

Tasha approached the stricken little scientist. Dear Ben, she said, putting a gentle arm around his shoulder. She knew it was safe since she was already mated. The alien scientist didnt mean it. She didnt know what she was saying or doing. She didnt know...

I know that, Your Highness. he said. Normally, I wouldnt have been...

Of course...

But she is a bridge, It is hard not to...

She gave him a sisterly hug. I understand. Everyone understands.

Its like all the Earthers are bridges! He started crying. I want my mother.

Im sorry, she isnt here, dearest.

I know, he sniffed. But I really wish she was. Id be happy to even just talk to her. The Earthers are so lucky, they can talk to anyone they like anytime they want.

Maybe theyll teach us how to do that soon.

Tasha felt a touch on her shoulder. Looking up, it was Ren.

Its my turn to help, my love, Ren said. Thank you for being here for Ben.

Tasha stood and gave her husband a kiss, relinquishing her place. Ren kneeled and gave Ben a hug. He pulled the crying man up.

Come on, dear, he said. Lets go to my quarters. Im sure we can both use a cup of krahnng.

She looked in fondness at her husband as he helped his friend to their cabin. If anyone could understand what Ben was going through, it was Tashas mate.

As royalty, it was important, politically, for men like Ren to remain unattached for the longest time possible, so as to give royal families the hope of possibly allying with theirs. This was explained to Ren when he entered puberty, so Ren understood the reasons why. But it became more difficult when they discovered he was a bridge. Bridges were the most attractive individuals among Elyrans, not just from a purely physical point of view, but also in most other aspects where sexual attractiveness was a factor. And as the more passive of the genders, male bridges still unmated after puberty were especially at risk from more powerful, inconsiderate female bridges.

Ren was taught how to cope and resist other bridges. So despite being so in demand, his training gave him the ability to remain unmated for as long as possible, and to select his own partner instead of others forcing themselves on him. In the end, it allowed him to discover true bonding with his eventual mate. For which Tasha was grateful.

Bens life was a bit similar - he was a scientist and had taken a vow of celibacy as part of his matriculation. Because of this, he only discovered he was a bridge relatively late in life when, in the course of his work, he had to associate more and more with the opposite sex, and, as a result, he never learned to manage his urges nor manage the advances women made on him.

Ren knew what the brilliant young man was going through and felt for him. He made him part of his royal staff, and during their off days he tried to help him by teaching him the concentration and focus techniques he learned, normally only taught to royalty. And with it, Ben had been able to cope most of the time. But as he got older, Ben found these techniques less and less effective. He knew that he would need to choose a mate soon. Sooner more than later.

But his control was still good enough that he felt he didnt need to worry about it for a while. The thing was, it didnt occur to him that the Earthers would turn out to be a race of bridges (he knew that was impossible, but that was how it felt like). Ren could imagine what Ben was going through, and the kind of self-control he needed in order to cope. He must be going mad with frustration, Ren thought.

As Ren walked his friend to their quarters, he thought of his beloved. He knew his love for Tasha was true - the visceral biological urges were undeniable. He and Tasha would have succumbed as well to the attraction the Earthers couldnt help but exude, but they were mated: the Earthers effect on them was as negligible as the effect other bridges would have to any mated pair. He thanked the gods for that, and that Tasha had allowed him to come with her on the expedition.

He shrugged that all aside as he helped his best friend to their quarters. It would be a long night of counseling, meditation, and providing a shoulder to cry on.

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After a panicked call from Jenns assistant, Mia punched up Jenns personal number on her CC.

Jennifer! Mia exclaimed. Whats the matter?

A frantic Jennifer told her all the details. Mia was puzzled. I dont get it, she said.

I know. Were missing something, Mia, and I dont know what it is.

All we can do is to apologize again, and hope that they accept it.

I guess...

Try and leave it alone for now.

Okay... Mia? Can you pass your chair to your assistant tomorrow, and join me on Channel B?

That may not be possible but Ill try. In the meantime, Jenn, get Jerrys and Phils people together, and see if you can figure this out. And keep it confidential.

Right away. And Jenn unceremoniously hung up.

Mia thoughtfully walked to the bridge, wondering what it was all about.