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Chapter Fourty


Keeping her strides even and graceful, Valyr Shesh enters the office chambers of the Supreme Ruler of the Kuati people. Her deliberate movements are an attempt to not appear apprehensive about her having been summoned to her father’s office, but her state of mind is not hidden from the man who knows her better than any other being in the galaxy; her father. 

His chair begins to turn around very slowly and his presence becomes known the instant he calls to her, “How long did you intend to hide your failure from me, my Dear First Child?” 

Stopped cold in her tracks by his words, she attempts to recover, “Honored Father, it was never my intention to keep anything from you… I merely believed this to be something within my power to deal with…” She struggles with the right closing for this admission, “My failure is only that of the faith I held in my abilities, Dear Honored Father.” 

Nodding his head in affirmation, “Then you have seen your error, and you intend to learn from it, First Daughter?” His condescension is ripe with every syllable. 

“As you have instructed, First Father…” She bows her head and awaits his permission to rise and continue. 

“Very good, First Child… Please,” gesturing for her to take the seat at his right, “continue to inform me of your plans to deal with this problem.” 

As you wish, First Father… I believe that the whelp has left the planet. No one has heard from or caught sight of her since the incident. Also, there have been no reports from our dealers in regards to unauthorized repairs or modifications. As a result, I turned to outside information and discovered that there have been no further modifications performed since that incident.” 

Vanquar the Greater positions his hands in a thoughtful pose, “And what conclusion have you drawn from this information, my Dear First Daughter?” 

“It is my belief that our problem has left Kuat.  However, I also believe that we shall have no further complications from her work.” Valyr speaks with the authority with which she has been instructed to always conduct herself. 

“And what makes you think this way, my Dear First Daughter.”  

His lack of response makes her believe that perhaps she has made an error. “For her to continue her work, she will reveal herself to our operatives. Doing so would be much the same as signing her own death warrant.” 

From behind one of the many tapestries hanging in her First Father’s office chamber a sinister and foreboding voice reveals the presence of another being for this meeting, “Or perhaps her disappearance is an omen of your death warrant, child.” 

As the figure begins to withdraw from the shadows, standing to meet this being, Valyr is struck with the aura of darkness surrounding the visage of the pristine and sultry older woman gracefully stepping into the dim light. “Who are you, and how did you get here?” Valyr is about to call out for the guards when her First Father raises his hand to motion for her to take her seat once more. 

“My Dear Lady Lusankya, please forgive my First Daughter her ignorance…” Vanquar the Greater stands with all regality, “Please, will you join us in the discussion of our plans?” Motioning for the woman to take a seat beside Valyr, Vanquar the Greater attempts to salve the situation. 

Slowly moving to the proffered chair, “Your plans?” She ends the question with a careful and deliberate raise of her left eyebrow and an icy chill goes up Valyr’s spine. “It was my understanding that you were proceeding with the plans that I have laid out for you, Ruler Shesh.  Have I been misled?” Her words are laced with so much condescension and vitriol that Valyr is immediately uneasy about her position in this conversation. 

“Certainly, Milady… We have made all of the preparations according to your prescription. The ships are in place and at your disposal.  We merely await your request for assistance.” For the first time in Valyr’s life, her First Father actually seems ill at ease. When suddenly it dawns on her the reason for his discomfort: she is a Chandrillan Noblewoman!

Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer) 

 

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