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The following is the electronic Advanced Reader Copy originally sent to my Beta Readers in December. Take a look, and if it interests you, the final version is available for purchase now.<\/p>\n

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I learned something at Arnami Prime. The Arnam are not simply humans with blue skin and black eyes as many think. They are truly alien in a way most of us never realize. They don\u2019t show it to us when they come to our space. They try to act more like us. They wear sunglasses to avoid disturbing us with those black orbs in their eye sockets. And they rarely walk around in large groups to betray their unconscious uniformity of actions and movements. But the truth is that they are born soldiers, designed from the ground up by long dead aliens to be the ultimate weapon in a war long over. And two thousand years later we\u2019ve found them another war to fight.<\/p>\n

I<\/p>\n

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Rainbow light invaded normalspace, heralding Normandy\u2019s<\/em> arrival at a distant star thousands of lightyears from Earth. She was months of travel and hundreds of lightyears from the Peloran Gateway, deep in Arnam space.<\/p>\n

It was the very deepest part of it, in fact.<\/p>\n

Director Malcolm McDonnell leaned against the bridge\u2019s rear bulkhead and watched the main screen render the Arnami Prime system, home of the Arnam race, in all its glory. It was probably one of their most heavily defended systems. It was certainly the busiest one he\u2019d seen in the last few months.<\/p>\n

Hundreds of spaceships plied the lanes between planets, asteroid belts, and moon systems. Miners, transports, and warships called out their presence via transponders, while defense stations drew lines in space where no ships dared pass.<\/p>\n

It was an impressive sight.<\/p>\n

It looked much like the swarm of ships always moving around Earth, but there was something different here. It lacked something.<\/p>\n

So Malcolm watched and tried to puzzle it out. That had always been his job in the old days. He was the watcher. The one who looked and analyzed things. Charles had been the thinker. The one who came up with the plans. His brain shied away from the third member of their group. The one who had done things.<\/p>\n

Malcolm blinked that thought away and let his eyes unfocus. He sat still and the lights representing thousands of spaceships played over his eyes. He frowned. There was a pattern. He just couldn\u2019t see it on the wall. He blinked again as that thought came to mind. He wondered what it meant. He examined the thought, looking at it from every angle to see where it could go.<\/p>\n

And that is when he recognized the problem.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould you show that in three dimensions?\u201d Malcolm asked.<\/p>\n

The bridge crew looked towards Captain Olivia Wyatt and she raised one eyebrow in his direction. Normandy<\/em> and her sisters had been designed as flagships for the Republic of California, complete with full flag bridges, but Malcolm had signed off on Olivia\u2019s request to repurpose their flag bridge years ago. The Peloran had heavily upgraded the standard bridge they stood in now, but it was still old and small compared to modern starships. It hadn\u2019t been designed for the full holoprojection he was asking for.<\/p>\n

She met his eyes, and he let her see his very real concern. She nodded after a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cMake it so,\u201d she ordered and waved towards the screen.<\/p>\n

Lieutenant Anton Lee ran his fingers over the sensor station. The screen took on a third dimension and expanded out towards the center of Normandy\u2019s bridge, where it quickly engulfed Olivia.<\/p>\n

Olivia pursed her lips, stood up out of her chair, and strode back to the bulkhead Malcolm leaned against.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you looking for?\u201d she asked and turned to face forward again.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat,\u201d Malcolm answered as he analyzed the pattern he\u2019d sensed but not seen.<\/p>\n

Now he saw it in all its glory. The entire Arnami Prime system was a machine. It moved like a metronome, each part taking a step in the larger pattern. Ships, stations, moons, and even planets took their place in the tapestry that was a living star system. It was like the Arnam were one giant life form and every step they took was part of the whole.<\/p>\n

It was an amazing sight, marred only by the handful of ships that didn\u2019t follow the pattern. Like the small fleet hovering around the Class One Colonization Ship Wolfenheim<\/em> that stuck out like a sore thumb.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow,\u201d Olivia said in an awed tone. \u201cI feel like I arrived at the prom without my dress on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is<\/em> a beautiful sight,\u201d Malcolm agreed absentmindedly as he continued to study the plot.<\/p>\n

She turned another eyebrow at him.<\/p>\n

He had the distinct feeling she was considering whether or not to see if he could breathe vacuum, so he quickly replayed their conversation in his mind. Whereupon he realized that his statement could be taken wrongly.<\/p>\n

Or very, very rightly.<\/p>\n

He did not blush. Malcolm McDonnell had grown up in one of the Great Families of Earth, where three of the most important lessons to be learned were control, control, and control. So he answered her eyebrow with a light smile and waved his hand at the projection.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s one sure way to make an impression with the visiting barbarians,\u201d Malcolm said with a deprecatory wave at himself. \u201cThough I find myself wondering if even the Arnam<\/em> could do something like this on purpose<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia held his gaze for two long seconds before smiling. \u201cI agree. The planning it would take is\u2026awe inspiring.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat it is,\u201d Malcolm said with another smile. \u201cThough we all know the power of the subconscious mind. It can make us do things we would never knowingly plan to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you care to speculate?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

Malcolm looked away and nodded towards the projection again. \u201cYou\u2019ve seen how much the Peloran and Arnam promote order, calm, and cooperation in their daily lives?\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis could be just like that, only magnified to the scale of a star system.\u201d Malcolm shook his head. \u201cThey may not even think it is abnormal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia turned her attention back to the holofield and let out a long breath before whispering in his ear. \u201cWe\u2019re going to need to go over the records.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo see if the other systems we\u2019ve gone through are like this,\u201d Malcolm finished for her.<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt least we know the Aesiran are made of different stuff.\u201d Malcolm pointed towards a large group of ships orbiting Arnami Prime. They had their own order, but it was pure chaos compared to the rest of the system, now that he knew what to look for.<\/p>\n

Two dozen Aesiran freighters held a good formation over Arnami Prime, and a dozen nimble warships patrolled its edges. Strobe lights on their curved hulls emitted psychedelic rainbow hues in every direction. They sported a hypnotic beauty unlike anything the Peloran or Arnam bone-white spires could claim.<\/p>\n

Malcolm had to admit to himself that they were beautiful ships.<\/p>\n

Lieutenant Lee cleared his throat and spun to aim a hand at another set of ships that did not match the Arnami pattern.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve localized eight Pennsylvania Star Fleet vessels, Ma\u2019am,\u201d Lee reported. \u201cThey are in standard planetary orbit at this time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo Murphy beat us here again,\u201d Olivia said with a shake of her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe is a determined individual, isn\u2019t she?\u201d Malcolm asked as he examined those eight dots. Each one represented a single Austin<\/em>-class destroyer. Those shark-like ships and hammereaded prows carried enough firepower to blow his scratch-built little fleet out of space if they ever caught him.<\/p>\n

When they caught him.<\/p>\n

Olivia turned a measuring gaze on Malcolm. \u201cYou sound proud of her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am.\u201d Malcolm shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s a pleasure to be stalked by a capable opponent.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis capable opponent could end everything right here,\u201d Olivia said with a raised eyebrow.<\/p>\n

Malcolm smiled. \u201cNot with the Arnam watching. She doesn\u2019t want that kind of diplomatic incident.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAll she has to do is follow us out, and she\u2019ll be able to catch us at her leisure.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich means we just have to lose her tail long enough to get away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia snorted. \u201cYes. That\u2019s all<\/em> we need to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm smiled. \u201cI have faith in your ability to run away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d rather fight her and be done with it,\u201d Olivia growled back.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have faith in that ability as well,\u201d Malcolm said in a softer tone.<\/p>\n

She paused and met his gaze with wide-open, unguarded eyes for a long moment.<\/p>\n

Malcolm had to admit that he loved it when she did that. She spent so much of her time measuring people like she was forecasting the moment when they would betray her. It was good to see her completely forget that cynicism, even if only in such brief moments.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut even if we win, we\u2019ll be weaker and they\u2019ll just send someone else to do their job,\u201d Malcolm said with a shrug. \u201cWe need to find a way to resolve this that doesn\u2019t include shooting each other into tiny little bits.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia\u2019s response was cut off when the communication\u2019s officer raised her hand to her ear in the universal sign of an incoming signal. Then she blinked and looked over to her captain.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe local defense commander, a Tarian ap Seren, welcomes us to Arnami Prime, Ma\u2019am,\u201d Lieutenant Eva Jones reported. \u201cBy name. He requests Director McDonnell\u2019s attendance for dinner in three hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cInteresting,\u201d Malcolm said and turned his gaze back to Olivia.<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed,\u201d she said and turned her face back to him. \u201cDo you know him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm shook his head. \u201cNever heard of him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you need to make yourself presentable,\u201d she said with a wrinkled nose. \u201cI don\u2019t want you making my fleet look sloppy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d Malcolm began in an outraged tone. \u201cI don\u2019t have a single sloppy bone in my body.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia smiled. \u201cI would never accuse you of having only one<\/em> sloppy bone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm raised one finger to register the fair hit and gave her a wink as he turned towards the lift. She was right about one thing. He really did need to spruce himself up if he was going to meet the neighbors.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

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Malcolm adjusted the black tie of his double-breasted business suit and followed his Arnam guide through the space station that comprised the heart of the Arnami Prime’s defense network. The light was far dimmer inside that station than he was used to, but his eyes had already adjusted to it. Mostly. His leather shoes squelched with each step on the wet, spongy material that made up the Arnam station\u2019s decking.<\/p>\n

Thank God for waterproof leather.<\/p>\n

A hatch opened in front of the guide, and the dark blue man stepped to the side before waving Malcolm onward.<\/p>\n

Malcolm nodded his acceptance and thanks to the alien and strode through into the small meeting room on the other side.<\/p>\n

The Arnam dominating the room was powerfully built with short, bright blue hair, contrasting against his dark blue skin. A dark blue skinsuit covered most of his body, leaving only his head, hands, and feet free. The fingers and toes were long and supple, and infinitely black orbs rested where other humans kept their eyes, making him look undeniably alien.<\/p>\n

Malcolm knew they’d been designed to live deep under water, and their eyes were built to draw in far more visible light than other humans. Their multiple eyelids would close when in bright light, which the current dim lighting undoubtedly was for them.<\/p>\n

Unlike most Arnam Malcolm had met, this man wore no sunglasses in an attempt to hide the eyes that unsettled many Earthborn humans. Instead he store straight at Malcolm with those dark orbs, as if daring the Earthborn human to say a word.<\/p>\n

Malcolm accepted the challenge inherent in that gaze and met it without hesitation.<\/p>\n

The Arnam smiled and held his long-fingered hand out towards Malcolm. \u201cI am Commander Tarian ap Seren. It is an honor to meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am Director Malcolm McDonnell,” Malcolm returned the formal introduction and clasped the alien hand. \u201cThe honor is all mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for agreeing to join me for dinner,\u201d Tarian said with a nod.<\/p>\n

Malcolm cocked his head to the side. \u201cYour invitation was so polite, I could hardly refuse.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed.\u201d Tarian gave him a wry chuckle. \u201cYou\u2019re advance team came through a few months ago and I had the pleasure of speaking with your John Clark. He is…quite the character.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey broke the mold with him,\u201d Malcolm said with a smile. \u201cThank God.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian laughed out loud at that and nodded. \u201cI enjoyed his presence. And I promised I would help you when you arrived. So now I must apologize in advance for any duplicity you may think I have performed this day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDuplicity?\u201d Malcolm asked as his paranoia went into overdrive. He felt no danger from the man, and had long since learned to trust the extra instincts that came from his particular reaction to the Peloran Treatments. The man\u2019s apology seemed genuine.<\/p>\n

The Arnam smiled at him. \u201cI did not invite you to dine with me alone. The others have already arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOthers?\u201d Malcolm repeated again, hoping to draw an explanation out of the alien.<\/p>\n

Tarian raised a single eyebrow at him. \u201cOthers who have already been informed that this is a neutral<\/em> meeting ground.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNeutral?\u201d Malcolm asked as he considered that addition. The only outsiders he knew of in system where the Aesiran and Murphy. That brought interesting thoughts to mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll who come in peace, may go in peace,\u201d the alien said with thin lips. \u201cDo you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do.\u201d If Murphy was willing to accept that, then so was he.<\/p>\n

Tarian aimed a long gaze at Malcolm before nodding in decision.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Please accompany me,\u201d he said in commanding tone that put the lie to the courteous words and turned to lead Malcolm towards a hatch on the far side of the room.<\/p>\n

It opened as they approached, and Malcolm followed the alien through it with all of his senses alert. The room on the other side was far larger, built to host a throng of people at once. Beautiful art on the walls, floor, and ceiling told him it was probably used for grand balls and similar ceremonies.<\/p>\n

Only two other people stood in the room, making it look even larger than it probably was.\u00a0\u00a0 He was entirely unsurprised by exactly who one of them was.<\/p>\n

The woman wore short, black hair, and sported brown eyes, a slim build, and a pale face his subconscious mind recognized from long ago. He\u2019d last seen her wearing the uniform of the Pennsylvania Star Fleet while trying to convince him to surrender. Today she wore a far more civilian skirt and blouse that looked amazing on her.<\/p>\n

Malcolm thought she could make a newspaper look amazing.<\/p>\n

The man was a slight surprise in that Malcolm didn\u2019t know him. Other than that, he was exactly what Malcolm expected to see. The man towered above everyone in the room, a body the Greek gods would have envied sticking out of his brown jacket and pants. A shock of brown-blonde hair topped his head and a brightly colored tattoo peeked out from under his grey shirt, while bright blue eyes met Malcolm\u2019s gaze.<\/p>\n

He was an Aesiran, and Malcolm had to admit the man was an impressive sight.<\/p>\n

Tarian led Malcolm across the vast, empty room towards where the two humans waited for them. He waved a hand at the larger man and gave Malcolm a smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cDirector Malcolm McDonnell? This is Yarl Erik Torson.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYarl,\u201d Malcolm said in his light baritone and held his hand out.<\/p>\n

\u201cDirector,\u201d Torson returned in a deep basso that reverberated in his bones while he took Malcolm\u2019s hand and shook the world around him.<\/p>\n

Malcolm extricated his aching hand from that powerful grasp when the world stopped moving. Then he surreptitiously flexed it to make certain it still functioned.<\/p>\n

The hand, not the world.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I believe you already know Commodore Caroline Murphy,\u201d Tarian said with another wave of his arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have met before,\u201d Malcolm said and held his hand out. \u201cCommodore?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDirector,\u201d Caroline said and took his hand. It was a gentle, smooth hand, filled with firm power and delicate precision at the same time.<\/p>\n

Malcolm held onto it longer than the strict rules of formality decreed, and one of her eyebrows rose as a wicked twinkle entered his eyes. He brought the hand up and kissed it in a far older ritual than would usually be performed in an occasion like this.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is a pleasure to see you in the flesh,\u201d Malcolm said.<\/p>\n

She extricated her hand from his with a look that seemed hauntingly familiar and shook her head very slowly. \u201cYou never change, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm wished he knew what she meant by that, but whatever memories of her might be hiding in his mind were still maddeningly hazy. He could see a slight twinkle in her eyes that suggested she might have a favorable opinion, and realized in that moment that he sure hoped she did.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you want me to?\u201d He turned to face the only table in the grand room and held his arm out for her.<\/p>\n

She gave his arm a long look before bringing her eyes up to his. \u201cYou do realize I\u2019m here to arrest you, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you are,\u201d Malcolm returned with a beatific smile. \u201cBut that\u2019s no reason to forget our manners. And escorting a beautiful lady to her seat is the height of manners for any well-bred man.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are hardly well-bred,\u201d Caroline said with an arched eyebrow.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrue.\u201d Malcolm shrugged and kept his arm out. \u201cBut common courtesy and strict training demands that I act the part when in company as polite as yours. My lady?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCharmed,\u201d Caroline whispered and slipped her arm in his.<\/p>\n

Electricity ran through his body and he knew he\u2019d done this before. He\u2019d held countless ladies over the years just like this, but the feel of her skin pulled memories he couldn\u2019t quite see from the depths of his mind. They were there, flitting from side to side and daring him to catch them, but they disappeared before he could.<\/p>\n

But as he walked with her, as he felt the swap of her gait next to him, he knew<\/em> they had walked together before. His eyes met hers, and there was memory in them as well. Strong memories. Both good and bad.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was also trained to treat all kinds of disreputable folks with the utmost courtesy,\u201d Caroline said with a measuring look at Malcolm.<\/p>\n

\u201cDisreputable, am I now?\u201d he asked in a tone of mock offense, and decided it was time to probe her for information. \u201cThat\u2019s not what you said the last<\/em> time you expressed your true feelings for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She skipped a beat. It was done and gone so quickly he barely had time to notice, and he wondered if anyone else had. But he\u2019d felt it in the drag of her hand and knew he\u2019d touched on something. Her face was a mask of vague pleasantness by the time he managed to turn his gaze onto her, but the slightest tint of what might have been a blush colored her cheeks.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I was obviously mistaken, then,\u201d Caroline said. \u201cBecause only the most disreputable of louts would use it against me like this. Or run so far to stay away from me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm placed his free hand over his heart to register the fair hit. \u201cFive thousand lightyears and counting. How much farther can you chase me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can chase you for another five if that\u2019s what it takes.\u201d She spun and stepped close to press her body against his. He felt every curve under that dress for a moment before she looked straight up into his eyes to deliver the messaged that she wasn\u2019t bluffing.<\/p>\n

Oh such wondrous deep brown eyes they were.<\/p>\n

\u201cTen. Twenty,\u201d she whispered. \u201cYou name it, and I will follow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPromises, promises,\u201d Malcolm said amidst hope that she couldn\u2019t feel his heart skipping beats like an entire tap dancing troupe.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing but truth,\u201d Caroline said and stepped away to slip her arm back into his.<\/p>\n

\u201cTruth is the foundation of all human relationships,\u201d he said and continued leading her to the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd here I thought it was lies,\u201d she said while looking straight up at him.<\/p>\n

She was right. He remembered well how politics inside the Hurst Family were pursued, and her eyes betrayed the toll they\u2019d leveled on her. Malcolm met her gaze without hesitation and told her the complete and total truth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will never lie to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes widened in surprise. It was only a moment, but it was impossible to miss when staring directly into them. He knew in that moment he could spend a lifetime lost in them and never regret it.<\/p>\n

Her eyes focused on him again and she smiled before slashing back with her own verbal riposte. \u201cHence our lack of a relationship.\u201d<\/p>\n

That sense of familiarity and truth skittered down his spine again. She was right in their lack of a relationship, but warnings told him she was not being truthful about the reason. Which meant he had an opening to change the truth if he did it right.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, but there you are wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

She raised one eyebrow at him, welcoming him to continue before she cut him off at the knees.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are pursuing me. And I am leading you on a chase.\u201d He winked at her. \u201cThat is the very definition of most relationships I\u2019ve seen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline\u2019s eyes twinkled with amusement. \u201cWell, put like that, I guess you have a point.\u201d Then they hardened towards him. \u201cBut not all relationships are mutually beneficial, or even mutually permissive, and I\u2019m very much afraid that ours cannot be.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm leaned away with good grace, willing to give her some of that point in exchange for her admission. Not all of it though. If he let it stand without any challenge, it could be laid in stone that would be far too difficult to change.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, but there you are wrong,\u201d he said with another wink. \u201cI give you full permission<\/em> to pursue me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline rolled her expressive eyes in a way that said he had no say in the matter. But she did not correct him, accepting his modification to the relationship with good grace.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow what benefits could be entailed in this relationship of ours?\u201d Malcolm asked.<\/p>\n

Her eyes hardened at his questioning tone and he leaned in to keep speaking before she delivered on any perceived promise to kick his knees out from under him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do believe that negotiations conducted in good faith can create beneficial results for everyone involved.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes softened again. \u201cAnd you would negotiate? In good faith?\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm smiled and held his eyes on hers. She needed to see that he meant them. That they were the most honest words he could use in the moment. And that he believed them all the way to his core.<\/p>\n

\u201cWith you? I will always act in good faith.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes softened at that, as if remembering something pleasant. The smile that touched her lips made him wish he could share it. Then she nodded and turned to lean against him in a most pleasing manner.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou lead, kind sir,\u201d she whispered and grasped his arm with both hands. \u201cI shall follow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Electricity ran up and down his arm and his body thrilled to the feel of her brushing against his hip, memories flittering in the back of his mind. Malcolm remembered falling in love at first sight. He must have done it half-a-dozen times before he turned thirty. This was different. This wasn\u2019t the first time they\u2019d seen each other. But he let himself be lost in walking with her just as he had in those other times, as he tried to remember why he wanted to.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour seats,\u201d the Tarian said, bringing Malcolm out of his introspection. A wave befitting that of the best hosts aimed towards the cozy little table with four chairs arranged around it.<\/p>\n

Malcolm released her arm and pulled a chair out for her in his best gallant gentlemanly pose.<\/p>\n

Caroline smiled and met his eyes again. \u201cThis does not change our relationship, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt changes everything, actually,\u201d Malcolm returned<\/p>\n

She raised one questioning eyebrow at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s much harder to shoot someone you\u2019ve eaten with.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes flashed and she looked away for a moment. Then she reengaged her lock on his eyes with a determined nod. \u201cYou do have a point there. But I could manage pulling the trigger if you proved too difficult to deal with.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure you could,\u201d Malcolm said with a smile. \u201cSo I will endeavor with all my considerable charm to be less difficult.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd your considerable modesty, I see,\u201d Caroline said with twinkling eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would never be brash enough to say that,\u201d Malcolm answered and waggled his eyebrows in an outrageous manner.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you wouldn\u2019t,\u201d she said. Then she lowered her magnificent eyes, and her equally magnificent frame, onto the chair with all the grace and dignity of a scion of one of Earth\u2019s most powerful families.<\/p>\n

Malcolm leaned forward to push her in, to find that she\u2019d followed protocol perfectly. She managed the precise task of keeping her weight off the chair long enough for him to slide her forward without resistance so smoothly that he wouldn\u2019t have known she\u2019d done it if he didn\u2019t know it was the way it was supposed to be done.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s amazing how polite their warning shots are,\u201d Erik\u2019s deep basso rumbled from the side.<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed,\u201d Tarian returned. \u201cIt almost makes we want to watch them fight for real.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot me,\u201d Erik said with a shudder. \u201cThe last<\/em> thing I want is to be nearby when those<\/em> two start shooting for real.\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline smiled and turned to brush his ear with her lips. \u201cI think we have developed some fans.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor certain definitions of the word,\u201d Malcolm returned and straightened his posture as he stepped away from her. He raised a hand to touch his burning ear and turned away from her, his spine tingling in realization.<\/p>\n

She was taking advantage of him. She was using the memories he couldn\u2019t recall to control him. And he was letting her. He was playing with fire and he was getting burned. He walked to the other side of the table to open at least a little bit of distance between them and sat down with lips as dry as the Sahara. It took all of his control to keep from licking them as the gravity of his situation hit him like a ton of bricks.<\/p>\n

The Wolfenheim Project depended on him to keep his mind straight. His people depended on him. He could not fail. He looked Caroline in the eyes and determined that he would<\/em> not<\/em> fail. Whatever the cost.<\/p>\n

Tarian shared a wry look with Erik before waving the larger man towards the chair on Malcolm\u2019s right.<\/p>\n

Caroline cocked her head to the side and a slow smile twisted her lips before she mouthed two words. \u201cSo determined.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlways,\u201d Malcolm mouthed back.<\/p>\n

Erik sat down gingerly in the chair that looked far too small for his massive frame.<\/p>\n

Caroline nodded her head in acceptance of Malcolm\u2019s promise.<\/p>\n

\u201cDirector,\u201d Tarian said as he sat down in the last chair, tearing Malcolm\u2019s gaze from Caroline. Tarian aimed a long look at him before turning his gaze to Caroline. \u201cCommodore. I think we each understand what we are all doing here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both Malcolm and Caroline pursed their lips at the blue alien.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut to be clear,\u201d Tarian continued in Malcolm\u2019s direction. \u201cYour fleet is here to found a new Terran colony in our space. It is a worthy goal, and one we agreed to aid you with when word of your mission reached us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline opened her mouth to protest but Tarian silenced her with a look.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd your fleet is here to capture the colony fleet and take it home. I understand there is some question as to the\u2026legality of the funding used to start this project.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm considered speaking up, but looked at Caroline first. She was already looking at him, and they shared a quick look. Then she shrugged at him and he shrugged back before they nodded at Tarian.<\/p>\n

Erik raised his hand. \u201cI\u2019m just here on a trade mission. Nothing special about me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm turned his gaze on the large Aesiran and knew without a doubt that the man was lying through his gleaming white teeth and friendly smile. On the one hand, he\u2019d always been good at spotting liars. On the other hand, people with \u201cnothing special\u201d about them would never have been invited to this little dinner chat. So both of his very capable hands knew the friendly lie for what it was.<\/p>\n

Erik leaned back in his chair, causing it to groan against his bulk, and raised a single goblet in salute. The man knew that Malcolm knew he was lying, which made it less of a lie and more a friendly misdirection.<\/p>\n

Tarian raised a single eyebrow at the larger man before continuing. \u201cThe question I want answered is why each of you<\/em> are here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm smiled and purposefully misunderstood the question. He pulled a memory of an old American Astronaut\u2019s words and misquoted them almost accurately. \u201cI think we’re going to the stars because it\u2019s in the nature of the human being to face challenges. It\u2019s by the nature of his deep inner soul\u2026we\u2019re required to do these things just as salmon swim upstream.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian looked to Erik with a question in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Erik nodded.<\/p>\n

Tarian sighed and shook his head. \u201cDid you know we have no word for \u2018wanderlust\u2019 in our language? I\u2019ve never understood the concept until, perhaps, right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour people are at peace with themselves,\u201d Malcolm said with a smile. \u201cI\u2019ve seen that in action on Earth. We wish we could be as calm as you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe.\u201d Tarian shook his head. \u201cAnd maybe you wouldn\u2019t if you walked in our footprints.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm nodded his acceptance, if not understanding.<\/p>\n

Tarian pulled in a long breath. \u201cI am very much afraid that our lack of understanding what is so natural to you will be the nail in the coffin of my entire race if we do not change.\u201d<\/p>\n

A shiver ran down Malcolm\u2019s spine as he recognized the complete and utter truth in the Arnam\u2019s statement.<\/p>\n

Then Tarian turned to Caroline again. \u201cAnd would you care to explain why you<\/em> are here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline smiled. \u201cAs you said, I\u2019m here to custody of this man and his ships and bring them home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian sighed and lowered his head to rub it very slowly. When he raised his head again he appeared tired. \u201cYou two are very good at purposefully misunderstanding me, so I will cut to the meat of the issue. Neither of you were picked for your missions by drawing names out of your proverbial hats. You know each other.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm looked at Caroline again and she gave him a minute nod.<\/p>\n

Tarian turned to Malcolm again. \u201cSo I ask again, why are you<\/em> here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm let out a long breath before answering. \u201cBecause the heir to the Hurst Family trusts me like a brother and knew I would turn Heaven and Earth to fulfill his vision.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian considered the answer for several seconds before nodding. \u201cThat is a worthy reason. And you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline pursed her lips at his gaze, glanced at Malcolm, and visibly decided to answer as candidly as he had. \u201cBecause the head<\/em> of the Hurst Family thought I would have the best chance of bringing him in without shots being fired and damaging his expensive, and hitherto unknown, investment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian smiled at her sideways comment, but didn\u2019t let it divert him from his line of questioning. \u201cIt is obvious that you two know each other.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm met Caroline\u2019s gaze and knew without question that Tarian was right.<\/p>\n

\u201cI assume you were friendly with each other in the past. Perhaps more than friendly?\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline frowned and turned back to the Arnam. \u201cThat doesn\u2019t matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian sighed and aimed a look at Erik. \u201cA particularly gullible two hundred year old might fall for that. Would you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d like to think I wouldn\u2019t have fallen for it when I was one<\/em> hundred,\u201d Erik rumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed,\u201d Tarian said and turned back to Caroline and Malcolm with a grim expression. \u201cIt matters, my dear boy, and my dear girl, because if you two were once extremely friendly and are in some way unhappy about how you stopped being friendly, you are more likely to shoot<\/em> each other while in my territory. I know many such relationships and they are trouble! It is my supreme wish that you do not follow in their wake while in Arnam space. Do I make my concerns on this matter clear enough?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMost clear,\u201d Malcolm answered quickly.<\/p>\n

\u201cClear as glass,\u201d Caroline added.<\/p>\n

Tarian stared at them for several seconds, and huffed when they said nothing more. \u201cWell? Do I need to worry about you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm turned to Caroline and their gazes locked for a moment. And in that moment, he knew he didn\u2019t want to hurt her. Whatever had happened in the past, there was no animus from him. \u201cNo. I won\u2019t start anything with her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian nodded and turned his questioning look to Caroline.<\/p>\n

She let out a long breath before answering. \u201cHe has done nothing that would make me wish to harm him any more than any other human being.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm kept his face calm as he frowned on the inside. She was skirting something with that statement. He could feel it.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you? Have you<\/em> done anything that would make him<\/em> wish to do so?\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline twitched at the direct question, but shook her head. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was a simple statement, a declarative statement, and a wrong statement. Malcolm could feel it in his Ageless bones. But it wasn\u2019t a lie. He could feel that too. It was a step removed from a lie, but it wasn\u2019t entirely truthful either.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you know someone who did,\u201d Tarian said, cutting straight to the meat of the matter.<\/p>\n

Caroline met Malcolm\u2019s gaze once more and nodded. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian turned to Malcolm again. \u201cDoes that make you wish to hurt her?\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm pursed his lips and examined Caroline for a long moment. He knew her. He recognized every curve of her face, and remembered more than one of the curves under that dress. He could almost remember being with her. He knew he\u2019d loved it. But he didn\u2019t know how he felt about how it ended. Why? He found the question that might just answer his concerns in that moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould you have stopped it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Caroline bit her lip and he knew in that moment they were related. She knew why he couldn\u2019t remember her. She knew what had happened. And she knew who had done<\/em> it to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she finally whispered and shook her head with profound sorrow. \u201cI couldn\u2019t have saved your memories if I\u2019d tried.\u201d<\/p>\n

And there it was. She knew he didn\u2019t remember her. She knew someone had taken his memories from him. And she hadn\u2019t even tried to stop it. A part of him wanted to lash out at her for that. But the rest of him recognized the guilt she carried in her soul.<\/p>\n

He understood.<\/p>\n

Some battles could not be won. Sometimes you had to withdraw from the battlefield in hopes of preserving your ability to fight in the future. He was in that position right now. No matter what he\u2019d said aboard Normandy\u2019s<\/em> bridge, he doubted his fleet could win a fight with Murphy\u2019s squadron. And so he understood her better than he had even a few moments ago.<\/p>\n

He looked her in the eyes again. \u201cWe are only guilty for the things we do. Not for what others do, even those we know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian continued to look at him, and Malcolm had the indefinable feeling that his answer wasn\u2019t correct. It was truthful. And it was right. But it was\u2026incomplete. He cast his mind around for how, and then it came to him from that part of his mind that he couldn\u2019t reach. It might be wrong. It might be right. He didn\u2019t know, but he\u2019d learned to trust the whispering voice in the back of his mind long ago.<\/p>\n

\u201cEven when they do it in our name,\u201d Malcolm finished.<\/p>\n

Caroline\u2019s eyes opened wide.<\/p>\n

It was only for a moment. Her eyes flashed back to normal in an instant, but Malcolm knew he\u2019d scored a direct hit with that volley.<\/p>\n

Caroline let out her breath again and gave Malcolm a long look. It promised nothing but said much. Her face was amazingly expressive. The problem was that he didn\u2019t know her well enough to understand her. But there was something in there that told him he had in the past. And he just might in the future. Maybe. If he didn\u2019t mess everything up. If she didn\u2019t. If other people didn\u2019t interfere.<\/p>\n

There was reason to hope. And somewhere in the back of his mind, a part of himself he couldn\u2019t remember latched onto that hope like a drowning man reaches for a rope.<\/p>\n

Tarian cocked his head to the side as something caught his attention.<\/p>\n

Malcolm heard a faint murmuring coming from the air next to the Arnam, but couldn\u2019t make it out.<\/p>\n

Erik shifted in his groaning seat as someone began telling him something as well.<\/p>\n

It had to be a report of something happening from his ship.<\/p>\n

Caroline brought a hand to her ear and her eyes went sideways as she concentrated on the new voice in her ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cMalcolm?\u201d Dawn said in his earbud.<\/p>\n

Malcolm smiled and answered softly enough that he wouldn\u2019t interrupt the others.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was wondering when I\u2019d hear from you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSeveral Shang battle groups are entering the system,\u201d Dawn said in a concerned tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cLovely.\u201d Malcolm leaned back from the table and picked up a water-filled glass to wet his lips. \u201cHow many ships?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFive hundred warships have been identified so far.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm\u2019s heart nearly stopped at that number. And then he heard the clarification.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo far?\u201d he hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are more arriving as we speak.\u201d<\/p>\n

Malcolm looked over to Caroline and her shocked gaze met his. Then they both turned to Tarian.<\/p>\n

The Arnam sighed. \u201cIt would seem the Shang were impolite enough to interrupt our dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarian rose to his feet and Malcolm saw millennia of worry bearing down on his shoulders. It was in that moment that Malcolm knew without reservation that this man was one of the oldest Arnam he\u2019d ever met. This man\u2019s body had not aged a single day since the aging process designed into his body simply stopped. That was normal for the Arnam. But this man remembered the war that killed his creators. He\u2019d fought in it, and lived. And now he saw war coming for his people again.<\/p>\n

The old warrior stood tall and determined as he aimed a long look at each of the people at his table. And then he spoke in a calm voice that promised so much more than any words uttered in anger that Malcolm had heard in his entire life.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should depart this system while I explain to them how badly they have miscalculated.\u201d<\/p>\n

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