Echoes in Time

Echoes in Time Chapter 13: The Lost

“Sir I believe we are going to have problems with this one, he seems to have run out of spunk, I doubt he’ll last the night.” There was a hush in the room, as the young man’s breath labored and only a faint sound of his moans could be heard. There seemed to be but a moment since the words were spoken, as the young man’s mind felt the searing pain across his back as the whip found yet another piece of flesh to mar. The young man tried to separate his mind from the physical pain reaching deep within his soul to more pleasant thoughts, thoughts that only earlier that day made him smile, grateful to be alive.

He was enjoying a day at the market on Aristia’s bustling capital island Isle de Dio, Martin and Jake were going to replenish their medicinal bags and enjoy the many sights and sounds before they headed off to board their shuttle along with their fellow medics. Owen would be pleased to know a new batch of medicinal creams and lotions from the hot springs were ready for him.

Owen wanted only the special creams from the mineral rich hot springs on Iason’s Estate. Iason had granted them permission to stock their medicinal arsenal indefinitely, along with special access to Armah’s Love. Such a privilege was only granted to the Royal family, however, as it was these very same minerals that saved his life under the care of Martin and his fellow medics. Owens waited at the boarding gate for Martin and Jake to board their ship, however they never made it back.

They group of Medics were answering an ad that requested a veteran medical team, and as far as they were concerned, they were proven veterans in every sense of the word, and looked forward to joining an “honest” crew that would not keep secrets. His previous employer turned up to be a mercenary and his perverted medical officer. All of them were relieved for the fortunate outcome of that job, as Commander Darius and his Medical Officer and lover, Victor, made the right choice in helping at the very last moment.

Jake had expressed concerns that their new jobs on board a Luxury Liner would make them all fat and sluggish, as only the finest and richest foods were served with no concern about anyone’s heath, and all about serving only the best that credits could buy. Jake would cook their meals as it was his custom, and they all looked forward to his cuisine.

They collectively decided on this new job, after all, it was a cake walk for a group of medics like them, and the pay would be great. After all, what kind of dangers could befall them on such a vessel? They all nervously nodded their heads in agreement, privately considering that it was probably what Lord Mink thought of the ill-fated Ios.

Owen kept looking into the crowd as if hoping to see Martin come running towards him, knowing he was cutting it short. Aristia’s main space port in orbit had suffered total destruction in the attack nearly 8 months ago, so the secondary port was now the main landing. This made the crowds larger than normal, as Aristia’s troubles rebounded with a great influx of tourists. Many wanted to see Lord Mink’s Estate, even if from afar, as no tourist were granted access especially during the months Lord Mink and Prince Oskuro stayed for their long awaited Holiday.

Jathan found this a bit overwhelming at first, as there was so much commotion with the return of his Master and his household. Owen recalled the young man’s exceptional manners, always anticipating the needs of everyone, especially Iason and Riki. Having so many injured and recuperating guests, was making the Estate into a medical center of sorts, however, the hot springs proved to be the real source of healing.

“Where could you be Martin? We’re going to leave any moment...” Owen whispered to himself as the hand of Gabriel touched his shoulder.

“Nothing? What could be keeping them? Perhaps Jake found the temptation of so many herbs irresistible, and they lost track of the time.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow trying to make light of the situation. “However, the shuttle is about to depart, and we must not delay any longer. It looks as if we’re going to stay a bit longer. Why don’t you go and get the rest of the team. Fran is in the cockpit bugging the pilot, the rest are in their seats.”

Owen gave him a nod and entered the shuttle off to collect the team. Gabriel was always the one Martin left in charge when he was away. It was an unspoken arrangement, as they had been long time friends, and more than likely were lovers at one time. But Jake had become his confidant since the day Iason was brought into the med-lab on that ill-fated kidnapping plot.

Victor proved to be an amazing physician, and performed incredibly as a surgeon, considering the grave injuries Iason suffered. However, it was Jake who prepared the special meals for Iason and helped Owen with the therapy sessions that made Iason’s recovery a speedy one. If he had not responded well to those mineral massages, Iason would not have healed as he did.

Gabriel now worried about his two companions. Did they encounter some trouble in the markets? He felt this was not likely, as Aristia was the example of civility and peace. It was unlikely that any harm could have befallen his fellow medics- surely. At least that is what he was hoping, and all this was just a simple lapse in judgment on Martin’s part.

A few moments passed and the rest of the medics joined him on the platform, their duffel bags in hand. So now what? Gabriel feared they knew no one on Aristia who might help them, though they didn’t even know if they were in need of help. He decided they would stay at the station for a while, in case Martin and Jake showed up. He would be pissed at having missed their shuttle which would delay their arrival on the luxury liner in orbit. However, there was still time, after all there was still one last shuttle available within the hour, so he made the choice to wait.

Meanwhile...

Martin coughed up blood as the whip continued to land on his shredded shoulders, there would be a need for some major Accelerator therapy he thought, as he let a small laugh escape his lips. Finding it amusing that he was assessing his own body as to it’s injuries, and the type of treatment he would give himself. Unfortunately, his captors would happen to hear this small and insignificant laugh, and unleash a new round of punishment on his backside.

“So you still have the energy to laugh do you? The tall and rather muscular man pulled back his whip and didn’t miss his mark, as he was really putting his back into it now. “Well, I don’t see anything amusing about your predicament, I guess I was wrong in saying you had no spunk left in you.” His smug voice echoed in Martin’s head, as if from across the room. His body trembled, and throbbed with the pain he was feeling, and felt he was going to bleed to death, as a cold chill ran down his spine.

Then a man stepped out of the shadows, in his hand he held Martin’s medicinal bag. His image was fading in and out of his vision as he closed his eyes, and in the next moment, Martin felt his hair being pulled up to force his attention. He was dressed as a Noble, being introduced by his assistant as “Lord.” His tormentor, a rather tall man dressed in more common attire with emerald green eyes was shaking his whip to remove some of the blood off it. His arms were sprinkled with Martin’s blood, and as this other man approached, he dabbed his face with a moist cloth.

Yes, he remembered this man being addressed as Lord in the market place. “L-lord...B-bastard? No, Bastian, yes, Lord Bastian was his name.” Martin recalled he was asking about the mineral creams he saw Jake holding. Jake was so excited about them, he couldn’t help but glow with pride. This man wanted to know where he could attain such products, as they were not being sold in the main market place. Martin had noticed he smelled of soap. Which was opposite of his surroundings, as the air was filled with the fragrance of herbs, flowers, and spices.

This Nobleman looked out of place. His clothes were almost regal, as if he held a high station somewhere. When Jake blurted out their access to the Mink Estate, this Lord Bastian nodded to his assistant and the next thing they knew, they were being dragged off to an alley and into a waiting shuttle. Everything after that became a blur. He looked towards a dim corner of the room and focused on Jake who was strapped in chains with his arms held high above his head. He seemed to be unconscious.

“You will answer when spoken to young man, or do you think you can handle more punishment?” The tall man with the emerald green eyes was about to strike Martin with his open hand when Lord Bastian spoke.

“That is enough Gerard, I want them alive, if not this will be a waste of time.” Lord Bastian walked up to Martin removing his gloves before he lifted his chin up. “I want to know all you know about Lord Mink’s newfound fame. It is obvious he was not like this when I saw him eight months ago, I want to know what happened, and more importantly, what ever became of the Vault of Specimens?”

Martin gasped as his body felt as if it would give out at any moment. He would never betray Lord Mink, for he knew there was importance in every thing he witnessed. No, he would not give in.

“I d-don’t know of what you speak of, we are just medics, we know nothing..”

Martin looked at Lord Bastian making eye contact for the first time since his torture began. This man was of some importance, as his facial features were refine, and his mannerisms were of an educated well-to-do man; one would never assume to be behind his kidnaping.

The only thing that was out of place on the handsome Lord’s appearance was the eye patch covering his left eye. There appeared to be several scars peeking from underneath the patch, on an otherwise flawless face. He had straight long black hair pulled back and held with a silver tie, and one rather long silver hooped earing. If he wasn’t about to scream at him, he would have thought him to be rather dashing.

“You lie!” Lord Bastian dropped his hand, and moved back as Gerard swung his clenched fist and struck Martin across the face. Martin once more spit out blood, but maintained his resolve to not give in.

“You will be talking soon enough young man. I promise. Let’s see if your companion is more cooperative, his mouth should soon sing the praises of your recent adventure I think.” Lord Bastian signaled Gerard, who now snapped his whip back angrily towards Jake who jumped upon hearing the crack of the whip.

“This should prove interesting young Martin- your companion was given truth serum, and should feel like a sparrow on Spring’s first morning, ready to sing his heart out.”

“Martin?” How did this Lord Bastian know my name? He further wondered of what importance two lowly medics could be to this man. Martin was relieved his torment was suspended for a moment, however, did not envy poor Jake who looked so disoriented and lost.

Jake’s hands were removed from the wall hook, and taken to the T-stand where Martin was chained. He was chained facing Martin, the drugs cursing through his body made his head feel light and agreeable, though his back was a bloody mess. At first strike, Jake cursed at his tormentor.

“Bloody Hell! What the fuck? Why are you whipping me? I didn’t do anything! Bastards!”
Jake now looked up and saw Martin who was inches away from his face. “Martin? What are you doing here? We’re gonna be late for the shuttle!”

Martin looked wearily at Jake, who had blood streaming down his back onto his waist. Jake had been drugged, yet had not been broken. Knowing Jake was given this drug, Martin hoped he would be able to suppress his thoughts. Lord Am had not removed the mental blocks he gave the team on Rhea, saying they could benefit from a good mental barrier, so there was a level of protection from mental manipulation, chemical or otherwise.

“Jake, are you ok?” Martin whispered to Jake who was now looking at Martin with a shocked expression. Martin was a bloody mess, and his little body trembled . He looked down to the floor and saw the puddle of blood beneath his feet. Jake found it hard to comprehend what was going on, but seeing Martin in the state he was in, made his medical instincts kick in.

“Martin? You are hurt, lemme help you, I’ll just get my bag and we’ll take care of you ok? What the hell?! Why am I chained this way?”

Jake was lost. Martin could only hope his mind was as strong as his own resolve. Why would this Lord Bastian want information with regards Lord Mink, and the Vault of Specimens? He knew they were important, and that Lord Mink’s abilities were no one’s business.

Gerard let the whip go once more striking Jake across the young man’s back, making Jake howl in misery. “Now Jake,” Lord Bastian spoke in a casual manner. “I need you to tell me every little thing you did for Lord Mink, I’m certain he found your expertise a welcomed relief, considering his injuries. Could you tell me all that you did?”

Jake looked at Lord Bastian with a confused expression. How can this man speak so graciously at him, while some muscle bound tormentor whipped him at the same time. Not only that, how did this man know about Iason’s injuries?

“What the fuck do you want?! I don’t know who you are, and I sure as hell don’t know what you speak of!”

Martin sighed a breath of relief. Jake was strong indeed. Jake looked at Martin and silently mouthed “Never, I will not break...” At which Martin gave him a weak smile.

Gerard once again pulled his arm back and landed strike after strike, until Lord Bastian raised his hand, signaling for him to stop.

Jake was trembling and his legs were becoming weak. Martin had closed his eyes, passing out. He wanted to break his shackles and take Martin away from these men. He could feel the drugs effects now hitting him strong, and yet he held his own thanks to Raoul's mind block.

In his mind, he pictured Iason and Riki as they bathed in the hot springs. Jake and the medics had gone down the long stairwell that led to the hot springs below Iason's Estate on Aristia. They hid at the bottom of the entrance and saw Iason and Riki bathed in moonlight. The cavern was softly lit with many candles, but it was their bodies that gave the softest golden glow, as they both enjoyed the rapture of their lovemaking. Jake remembered how they all privately thought...”

“They are Gods....”

“What was that? Speak up Jake, I did not hear you..”

Jake raised his head, and giving Lord Bastian a leveled look, then spoke.

“They are Gods.....and you are nothing.”

This shocked and angered Lord Bastian, who now did not look like a man of nobility. “Gods?! The are certainly not Gods, and you will tell me what I want to know, or watch your companion die!”

With that Gerard began to strike Martin once more, though Martin did not react. He had indeed lost consciousness. Jake worried this would be the end. He decided now, more than ever, to hold his tongue. Choosing death, instead of betrayal. He did not know these men, nor their importance. He certainly was not going to give in, not with all that Iason and Riki represent. This Renaissance he heard about at Iason’s Estate filled him with hope, and excitement. That an Ancient civilization, derailed by treachery, could be restored, was a secret well worth dying for.

“You can do as you please, death is a welcomed friend, compare to the likes of you!”

Gerard growled as he began to strike Jake in his lower back. “You will tell Lord Bastian what he wants to know you little whelp! Or by the Gods, I will paint a landscape on your flesh before you draw your last breath!”

Jake uttered not one more word. He closed his eyes and welcomed the pain. If he was going to die, he would die an honest and loyal man.

Lord Bastian noticed his silence and signaled Gerard to stop. He walked up to Jake once more and spoke. “You think you can hold out in silence? I’ll tell you now what will happen to you and your companion. I shall tear you limb from limb, and attach beacons to them and send the coordinates back to your companions, who I believe are rather frantic by now. Yes, I’ll leave a trail of breadcrumbs, a stellar map leading them to my destination!”

Lord Bastian walked away from Jake and composed himself, angered that he lost his temper. He then turned around and once again studied Jake’s face. He could see strength in those eyes, but also he could see resolve. He would have to think of another way to get his answers he thought, as the two men were entrenched in their defiance.

“But I’m not an unreasonable man, young Jake, I will let you and your friend gather a bit of strength. Yes, I’ll do that, after all, there is plenty of time.” With that Lord Bastian looked to Gerard, who awaited his orders. “Clean them up, and tend to their wounds. After all, we don’t want them to think we’re total barbarians.” Lord Bastian sneered at Jake, then put on his gloves, and left the room.

Jake breathed a sigh or relief. He would live yet for another day. He hoped Martin would also be able to keep his silence. They were taken to what looked like the brig and tossed on the cots. Gerard came in with two rather familiar canisters. Accelerator.

“Hold him down.” Gerard ordered two men watching over them. Jake closed his eyes, as he half expected to see Martin roused to consciousness and writhe with pain, screaming his discomfort. As luck would have it, Martin did not wake. He was thankful his friend did not feel the sting of the Accelerator. Jake however, was wide awake and knew he was next. He silently prayed that he would pass out, like Martin who now lay motionless.

Of course, the Gods would not answer Jake this time.

The Ios Tower...

Raoul walked slowly down the corridor, his mind was elsewhere as he headed towards the medical wing to escort Lord Oskuro and Lord Mink. He was now a bit anxious as to how he would feel about the two men, who knew him, yet he could not recall them at all. More importantly, the revelation that he was also an Ancient was making his head spin, as he pondered his own fate.

Would he awaken as Iason and Riki had? He knew they were “special” in that they were brought back or reanimated whole, without any characteristics filtered out, or manipulated. Jupiter’s statement that she hoped this generation - his generation- of Intellects would awaken upon being reunited with Iason and Riki, made his heart race at the thought of possibly having such powers as both Iason and Riki.

As Raoul was lost in thought, he turned into Lord Kai’s room to find him sitting in one of the high back chairs looking out into the Arboretum. Raoul stopped and quietly watched him. He recalled how Lord Kai looked at him as if he was an intimate friend, one who held a place in his life. Although he didn’t care for the way he and Lord Raimen smiled when they indicated they knew him well.

Raoul has always been the pursuer, the hunter when it came to carnal urges, and not the hunted. He could feel tension rise as the two men gazed sensually after him as he headed into the building. How would they behave towards him now? He was at a disadvantage having never seen them before this evening.

Raoul once again lost in his thoughts was unaware that Lord Raimen was watching him from across the hall. He saw Raoul stop at the door and felt his heart skip a beat. Kai and Raimen indeed have a history with Raoul, and it was more than just a passing fling.

Raimen knew his father, as Kai did. Although Kai knew Lord Am for a longer time. While Raimen lived, Lord Am was a trusted Sentinel, who oversaw security for all of Amoi, and its citizens. His son Raoul, was a young and aspiring offshoot of his father. Raoul’s gifts were of an intuitive nature, in that he could quickly assess a situation and make the appropriate changes to any security detail without anyone noticing.

Yes, Raoul was a Sentinel of the highest caliber, one any father would be proud of. Raimen did not know what transpired after his untimely death, but was told by Kai, that Lord Am died defending him, though he did not give the details, but that his death weighed heavily on his conscious. To see Raoul standing before him was amazing, as Raoul was stunning, his long hair graced his face as golden rays of light from the heavens, at least that is how Kai had described him earlier.

Raimen recalled many social occasions where Raoul kept their company in a very intimate way, as Kai loved his power, and control. Yes, if he was reborn as anything else, he would have made an equally stunning Warrior. Raimen walked up stealth-like behind Raoul, who was still lost in thought.

“Lord Am, I am happy to see you in our neck of the woods, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company?”

Raoul must have jumped nearly out of this skin, as Raimen gave him a huge smile, his eyes shined sweetly, seeing Raoul’s face blush slightly at being caught gazing at Kai.

“I-I’m here, to escort you and Lord Oskuro to Jupiter’s briefing. I just came from her chambers to inform you she is expecting you.” Raoul seemed to perspire a bit under the watchful gaze of Raimen. Meanwhile, Lord Kai had been roused from his daydream and now walked towards the two men standing at the door of his room.

“Why young Lord Am, I am delighted to see once again so soon. Kai also smiled sweetly making the already nervous Raoul swallow nervously. Yes, there was no mistaking the tone of his voice. But there was no time for this line of thinking as Jupiter did not like to be kept waiting.

“Lord Kai, Jupiter requests your presence in her chambers. I am to escort both you and Lord Raimen, so if you will follow me..”

Raoul turned to walk down the corridor, when he heard Lord Kai call his name.

“Lord Am, I know it may seem forward of me, but did you have an opportunity to search the archives?”

Raoul looked over his shoulder without stopping. “No my Lord, I have not had the opportunity. Now if you will both please join me.”

Kai felt a bit put off by Raoul’s cool response, then Raimen chimed in “See? You always scare them off! Can’t you at least wait until we’ve at least had a glass of wine with him? Now we’ll never get him to smile.”

Raimen’s rather animated gestures made Kai feel rather pathetic, as Raimen did not mask his voice and was certain Raoul heard that remark.

He was right.

Raoul felt the color rise in his face and was thankful his back was turned on the two Ancients, as he wanted to do exactly that. He wanted to sit at some terminal, any terminal for a that matter, and just read all there was to know about his newly found, past. But that would have to wait, as he was telling the truth, Jupiter did not like to be kept waiting.

In fact Jupiter was not far off, and had observed the whole exchange from the privacy of her stealth mode. It seems the only two who could really pick up her presence was Riki and Iason. She thought perhaps Raimen did also, but he was difficult to read, with all his fooling around. Kai on the other hand would have a difficult time in this briefing, but she knew it had to be done.

There was a missing piece to the puzzle and she wanted all the main components present. What she had really wanted was for the Queens to be awake, for the mystery lies with them. This subspace chatter was pushing her plans far faster than she wanted to move.

Omaki would be the one to have at this briefing, but she chose instead to keep him away a bit longer. He needs to make this breakthrough on his own, and no one was going to rush that possibility by means of anything unnatural. This has to come on its own.

Jupiter’s Missing Memory ...

Iason and Riki were seated at the conference table, they had been served some wine, and were enjoying each other’s company when Lord Hector Stone, Sir Luis Raymone and Sir James Earl of the Firm walked into the conference room as they discussed newly received reports of interest to Jupiter and the reason for their late evening briefing. The three elderly men stopped speaking as they noticed Iason and Riki sitting down, and bowed respectfully waiting to be acknowledged by the two Lords. Following closely behind were Lord Kai and Raimen being led in by Raoul who seemed a bit preoccupied with their conversation.

“Are you certain we can’t have you stay for drinks after the briefing Lord Am?” Raimen was heard pressing a flustered Raoul before noticing Iason’s pointed look at both Kai and Raimen. Raimen gave his son a “What did I do wrong now?” look as Iason shook his head. Riki couldn’t help but smile at Raoul’s predicament, as he was so use to being the “one in charge” and yet here he was being hunted down by ancient history’s greatest, if not most horniest lovers to walk the surface of Amoi. Iason sighed quietly to which Riki elbowed him.

“Aw, let them have fun, I personally love the expression on Raoul’s face, does he not look like a blushing maiden?” Riki couldn’t help but snicker quietly.

“Those two are going to turn all of Amoi on it’s head, I’ll let you know now my love. I know Raoul is unaware of it, but his Father was your Father’s most trusted Sentinel.”

Riki looked surprised by this, “Iason? Have you remembered more?”

Iason gave him a slight nod as he pointed to his head, “Yes, it appears, I remember a little bit more each day. I don’t know if its because I’ve healed more, or if awakening our father’s has done this, but yes, there are fragments here and there, but then at times, there is complete clarity in what I recall. For example, I had a vivid memory of our father’s enjoying a young Lord Am one evening, and as fate would have it, I am cursed to forever walk in on those two engaged with each other if not someone else.”

Iason felt one of his veins pulse in his temple as the image of Lord Kai thoroughly enjoying Raoul’s cock as his father took Kai from behind. Iason felt it was the universe’s personal - if not perverted- inside joke to have him always walk in at the most inopportune time.

Riki smiled, knowing Iason’s thoughts as he continued to snicker at Iason’s expense. The last members arrived, that being Odi and Ayuda who were escorting Elder Petros, and a miserable Lord Heiku Quantenin. Petros was ecstatic to hear about the Ancient Lords being brought back. He badgered poor Heiku to no end on exactly how this was accomplished, making Heiku look for the nearest bottle of wine. As all parties were now assembled, Jupiter made her appearance. She appeared in statuesque form, as Lord Kai’s thoughts would need to be focused on matters at hand, and not on the image of Lady Erin who was making steady progress, and would soon awaken.

Jupiter had purposely remained in stealth mode while everyone was en route to the briefing. She listened and observed all the various conversations between all parties and felt all was indeed falling into place, with regards to relationships, and memory. Especially Iason’s and Riki’s. Raoul was off his game a bit, but she allowed the playful teasing by Raimen, perhaps this would awaken Raoul. She truly hoped so, as well as Omaki, though he was a special case.

The room dimmed a bit and then hummed serenely as Jupiter appeared. Iason and Riki rose as both Kai and Raimen greeted her.

“Lady Jupiter, we are honored by your request at this late hour.” Raimen purred as he and Kai bowed slightly. Iason and Riki followed suit, as did all present. After all, Jupiter had been declared the “Fourth Clan” by the three Clans in existence at the time of her creation.

“Thank you my Lords, and welcome.” Jupiter looked across the conference room “Please, sit, all of you, we have much to discuss, and the hour is late. You may wonder why this briefing was set up at this late hour, no doubt you all have many questions, with regards Lord Kai and Lord Raimen’s reanimation, and what this means to Amoi.

However, there has been a recent issue brought to my attention. As all of you are well aware by now, the many events that occurred in Ancient Amoi, were a direct result of one man’s thirst for power for himself and his Clan. His selfish, and deliberate actions unleashed his Clan's powers, upon a peaceful and unified society.

Elder Eric’s actions set Amoi on the path of towards destruction. If it had not been for the brave actions of Lord Kai Oskuro, and the leadership of Lord Rene Am, the war would have been nothing short of complete annihilation, as all life on Amoi would have been lost, and the planet laid to waste and ruin. The circumstances of my matrix becoming sentient was by design I would dare to wager; for the stars would surely have had to be aligned, to grant Lord Iason’s creation life out of what truly were monumental events.”

Raoul seemed to perk up at the mention of his father’s leadership. “He was instrumental, alongside Lord Kai?” Raoul glanced over to where Lord Kai was sitting, and found he was also looking at him.

“I have assembled you all there for specific reasons. First and foremost, introductions are in order as our newest yet oldest citizens have awakened and are quite eager to meet you all.” Jupiter vanished, then reappeared next to Lord Kai and Raimen.

“Now see here Lady Jupiter, I resent being called old, I don’t care what century I come from!” Raimen feigned offense, but smiled nevertheless as both he and Kai looked around the room.

“Yes, well, there is a flaw with introductions this time around Lady Jupiter,” Kai followed next, “We seem to know them, but they are oblivious as to who we are. The only advantage they have is your archives, is this not so? Well, let’s not put off introductions, as I know Lord Heiku, who is sporting an odd limb, though that does not surprise me, he was always the daredevil with all his medicinal experiments, and whatnot, perhaps this is fate catching up. Seems the Heiku of old, was always blowing up the labs, we had to build him one near the edge of Ios, if not, he would have done us all in at the time! And I recognize Lord Am, the son, who doesn’t have the foggiest idea who we are...”

“Although we are working on that...” Raimen interrupted as he winked at Raoul, giving him a drop-dead gorgeous smile that would have made him curl his toes if he could remember them.

“Yes, well, it’s nice to know at least our son’s know us, well, mostly.” Kai seemed a bit agitated feeling as if he and Raimen had taken a nap and everyone was switched with strangers.

“Now love, let’s not get upset, these men can not be held at fault, you know this.” Raimen soothed. “But if we put this on a positive spin, we can get to know them all over again, and if we’re lucky, they’ll forget a few things about us altogether.”

Iason rolled his eyes at this remark, too bad he was remembering more each day, things he won’t soon forget now.

“Yes, my Lords, it is unfortunate that Amoi of the present will be difficult for your Royal Houses, but I hope to rectify that issue in time. I will ask you to be patient, as you both were only brought back in as many weeks. Amoi is not ready for you, although I understand your eagerness. Which brings me to the gentlemen to your right, Lord Hector Stone, Chairman of the Firm Shield of Honor, his Director of the Archives, Sir James Earl, and Lord Luis Raymone, Master of Defense. These gentlemen are remnants of the original Sentinels of Amoi. They have watched over Amoi for over 10,000 years, and are responsible with safekeeping young Lord Iason and Prince Riki.”

“See Kai? This 'Firm' is as old as us!” Raimen continued his attempts to lighten the mood. “Though we ought to change that statement when the Queens arrive, or we’ll never hear the end of that.”

Jupiter moved on to Raoul and Heiku, but deliberately skipped him. This was not lost to Raoul, and wondered why he had been skipped, though he did not react.

“Lord Heiku is in charge of the reanimation project, Lord Quiahtenon, can you give us the update on Lady Erin?”

Heiku raised his eyebrows, then spoke. “Yes, well Lady Erin is doing quite well as far as reanimation, however, I do have some concerns.”

“Oh? And what are those?” Jupiter inquired “I have not found any discrepancies with their reanimation sequence.”

Heiku rose and walked to a monitor and punched in his access codes. Immediately the monitor showed Lady Erin in her reanimation chamber. Her body was complete, and she was stunning. She had been dressed in a white silk gown for modesty, and her long ebony locks floated freely in the weightless chamber. Lord Kai nearly fainted when he looked at her breathing, he looked at all the monitors hooked up to her, and looked at Heiku who smiled.

“I-Is she alright? I mean, no injuries, nothing like that right? Is she aware yet?”

Heiku turned towards the group and spoke. “As I’ve stated, Lady Erin is doing well, she has weathered the reanimation as well as can be expected. However, there is the question of her mental status. As we have learned from Lord Kai and Lord Raimen’s awakening, it is different with each person. I understand her death was a quick one, so she may not have the extensive trauma as say you Lord Kai. She may awaken sooner than any of you, but I’m certain Lord Riki, would know before any of us, as he has been at her side from the beginning.”

Kai looked helplessly as all eyes turned to Riki. His expression was somber. “I have yet to detect her. Earlier today I sensed what I thought was her, but it turned out to be someone else.”

Riki looked over at Iason and Jupiter. Riki was talking about the reanimated young Elder, Eric who was held below for centuries, but said no more on the subject.

“My Lords, it seems like Lady Erin will be joining us soon. Which brings us back to introductions. Sir Ayuda Stone, and Sir Odi are the Sentinels assigned to Lord Mink and Prince Oskuro and were instrumental in retrieving Lord Iason from the Elders of Rhea. I dispatched the Firm along with Lord Am’s Intelligence Detail, and as you have learned, the Heir’s to Amoi were restored to us. In the process, Lord Iason and Prince Riki were awakened.”

Kai continued to listen, however when the Elders of Rhea were brought up, he became agitated, and this made Riki react. He felt his skin shiver, as he picked up on his father’s inner turmoil. Was all this too much for him? Was it too soon to hold this briefing considering what he witnessed in his mind earlier today. Riki wondered to himself, but his emotions were also being picked up by Iason who was in tune with Riki.

“What is it love? Why are you on guard? Did you pick up something from your father? I did notice his change of mood.” Iason spoke into Riki’s mind as Riki turned his head and nodded.

“Yes, something about the Elders made him really freak out. I thought it may have been the sight of my mom, though now I feel it is something else. But I can’t see what it is yet, perhaps we’ll see as the conversations continue. Your father isn’t too pleased with it either, though he hides it well” Iason returned the nod, agreeing with Riki that their fathers were indeed angered.

Jupiter continued her brief introductions, and as she came around to Elder Petros, once again, Kai became visibly agitated. Thinking to himself, his thoughts were not as pleasant, “Yes, he is an Elder, but to have one sitting in the same room as I, is a bit too much.”
Elder Petros knew how Kai felt about the Elders, and he did not fault him his feelings, after all, he did war with his Clansmen for nearly 500 years.

“How am I expected to react? It is a bit much to ask me to forget all I've just experienced..this would put anyone in a bad mood, to say the least- Just having one of those “monsters” sitting next to our sons as if they were old comrades makes my skin crawl!”

Riki, sensing the clear disgust coming from his father and now spoke up interrupting Jupiter’s introductions.

“It is not so dear father, not all Elders are monsters, in fact I owe my life, as does Iason, to Elder Petros and the Elders Council of Aristia. They were instrumental in giving Iason and I the power we needed to defeat them all on Rhea. So you need not feel as you do.”

Riki’s soft spoken words did little to calm his father’s agitation, but did move Jupiter to intercede for Lord Petros. Kai seemed surprised by Riki’s ability to know what he was thinking, recalling what Raimen had said about his empathic abilities and his connection with Iason. He thought if he was ever linked to Raimen as Riki is to Iason, he imagined he would probably kill the mischievous Blondie for all his crazy antics.

Riki giggled at the last thoughts he picked up from his father. Iason just rolled his eyes.

“Lord Kai, Petros is from a sect of Elders far removed from the Elder Clans of Amoi. They have embraced a peaceful lineage on Aristia for nearly 10,000 years refusing to use their inner powers, thus earning the censure of the Elder Clans. Elder Petros took a young Lord Mink into his protection and watched over his life from the sidelines as he ascended in his career track secretly hoping he was my Flame, and Riki was his Tempest.”

“Lady Jupiter, I have reviewed the archives, so yes, I know of the “Hope Prophesy” fulfilled by our sons, and I must say you do keep accurate detailed accounts of the war. However, I am not as easily convinced, and I will offer my apologies only to you Elder Petros. I battled your Clansmen for nearly 500 years, and to me it was but yesterday. I do not have words laced with honey, as I am still in battle-mode and it will take time for me to overcome my prejudice.”

Elder Petros bowed slightly at Kai's words, “I must tell you my Lord, your son's had to overcome much in the short time they have been awake. But the key to their acclimation was their basic instinct to love, when the last thing they recalled was the sorrow of death. I believe this will also be the path you will walk, if you are to move forward.”

“I can only say this young Elder, I watched hundreds of thousands of Warrior and Intellect alike, die in the most horrible ways ever conceived by the Elders whose minds were lost. The unaffected ones ran and hid like cowards in the mountains, while our world was torn to shreds for centuries. The only advantage these monsters had, was that they did not know what they were doing, or what their actions were causing. We had to put them down like animals, for that is exactly how they attacked!

But we, the ones battling them- we did know. We were reduced to savage hunters, and I’ll let you know something else - ALL of you- we knew each and every one of them, lived with them, broke bread and drank wine with them, for their families were all our Clansmen.”

Kai’s eyes betrayed the pain of his account, and Riki felt his heart ache, which in turn Iason also felt. The conference room became silent with his words echoing in their minds. Elder Petros could only look upon Kai, and hoped love would find a way to melt away his suffering. Jupiter appeared before Lord Kai and stroked his hair.

Riki and Iason stood up which brought everyone’s attention to them both. They began to transform, just enough to make their hair float serenely. Kai looked up at his son with such awe, as he's only seen this in his mind on both occasions, and was silenced by his appearance. Riki’s eyes grew dark as night as Iason’s became a darker shade of blue. Raimen smiled as he felt the love from Riki’s heart reach over to his father. Iason held Riki’s hand.

“You are broken dear father, and you need to be healed. Iason and I have found peace in our suffering, and grew stronger because of the adversity and anguish we suffered and overcame. We were also lost, broken, yes, dead once as you, and near death on too many occasions to mention, never really knowing what life we were to now have, since we knew we were alone.

But we now have you, and you Lord Raimen, we shall soon have the Queens, and our world will be restored. It may not be exactly as we remembered it, but we do have the one’s we love at our side, and the hope of many more is an assured expectation. You will heal as I have, as Mother will, and we will grow stronger in doing so.”

Iason tightened his grip on Riki’s hand as they both closed their eyes and in one gentle breath released a burst of energy from their hearts, and struck Kai, washing over him as a warm breeze, making his hair float serenely all around him. His hair swirled as if he was underwater, and this made the weary Warrior Lord sigh and release his anxiety. He sat quietly then smiled at Iason and Riki.

Jupiter watched the exchange and kept an eye on Raoul and Heiku. Would they also awaken she wondered? Sir Hector Stone and Sir Earl had never seen Iason or Riki transformed up close, and were awestruck by their appearance. They felt the warmth of their power, but more importantly, they felt their love wash right through them. Yes, they were powerful as was reported, but also, they were stunning in appearance.

“My Lords, this briefing will now continue, and we have much more to discuss. So please, let us return to our introductions. Lord Am as you both know is Head of Intelligence on Amoi, and has recently been merged with the Firm. I received an interstellar communication report from Lord Am tonight with regards to space chatter of some importance. With the exception of all present, only a limited number of people know of the Royal family’s reanimation. However, we received news tonight of chatter regarding the Queens.”

“What?!” Iason spoke up, as he and Riki were shocked as were their fathers. The four men looked at each other and Iason turned to look at Raoul.

“What is this report? Iason looked on as did everyone else in the room at poor Raoul who was barely introduced as the conversation went away from him and had moved on to Heiku, but now was staring him in the eye. He cleared his throat and stood up.

“Yes, there are some concerns about Lady Erin and Lady Yuri. Our Queens. I received a confidential message from Commander Darius Raymone, who has been following a lead he received near Sector 949.2 near the entrance to the lost quadrant Path of the Ancients. He informs me that space chatter regarding Lady Yuri Mink and a lost treasure. This treasure is said to exist and there has been an underground movement to obtain it. What has brought my attention to this matter is not only the identity of Lady Yuri Mink, but also an increase in search of any information with regards the Queens, their past wealth, including a Jewel of great worth, and all known travels they made centuries ago.”

Raoul paused for a moment, as Jupiter showed several graphs with regards traffic in the archives. There was some noticeable access by several high level citizens from several worlds, and their backgrounds. As the list was being shown, one particular name caught Iason’s attention.

“Lord Bastian?” Iason looked at Riki whose eyes lit up as he recalled the night of the attack, and how they were to dine with him prior to landing on Aristia.

“Lord Bastian was on the Ios before the attack, and his trade is in advanced technology. He also boasted association with Commander Voshka Khosi from Alpha Zen. However, he was insufferable, and a pompous windbag! I had my doubts as to his claims, however, he did have a sizable portfolio, and pursued me relentlessly on board the Ios.”

Hector Stone now addressed the issue as Lord Bastian’s holo-image and profile were brought up.

“Actually this Lord Bastian has been on the Firm’s watch-list for years, however, he had all but vanished prior to him surfacing once again with a larger credit line only a few months prior to the Ios attack. He has shadowed the Black Market and your activities in commerce, Lord Mink. He recently purchased several historical pieces of art from Amoi’s past, and only now has taken a liking to the precious stones market.”

Riki made a face as the image of Lord Bastian came up, although he did comment that the eye patch was an improvement. He did not care for the perverted blow hard who couldn’t keep his hands off Iason, or his ass. He also recalled arguing about the very same man with Iason the night of the attack.

“So this Lord Bastian, more than likely intentionally followed me on this trip? How can this be? He was seriously wounded according to this report. Why put himself in harms way?”

Raoul now spoke up once again. “All passengers and survivors alike were investigated in the months following the attack and subsequent kidnapping of Lord Mink. Lord Bastian returned to the Alpha quadrant as soon as he was physically able. There was great media attention of your captivity and rescue, and that is when the chatter began. The Vault of Specimens was not publicly discussed, so word got out either from Rhea, or from some unknown source on Amoi.”

“Even then, all information regarding the Queens, the return of Lord’s Kai and Raimen was kept under secrecy.” Lord Luis Raymone spoke up in defense of the Firm.

“The security of Amoi is not being questioned Lord Raymone.” Jupiter now spoke, “The chatter of the Queens my dear Lords- regardless of how it was leaked- is now the matter at hand. Lady Erin will complete her reanimation any day now, and her safety is our priority. I believe that this may be residual activity connected to Lord Iason’s capture, if not a backup plan to their original plot.”

Lord Kai became agitated once more, and he was not alone. Raimen, Iason and Riki appeared ready to transform and head out to where ever this new danger was looming, and to Riki’s credit, he stayed his anger, choosing to hear all that was being said. Iason on the other hand, being always composed and well mannered began to tap his fingers angrily on the conference table; as Raoul watched him. He knew Iason’s body cues well enough to know Iason was working things out in his mind. Lady Yuri was his mother after all, and he was not about to sit quietly.

But it was Kai who now spoke. “Lady Jupiter, I may have only awakened but a few days ago, but I distinctly recall that Sector 949.2 was sealed when war broke out. I also recall placing that command myself into your matrix. I would like to know how access to that forbidden path was breached, as it is not only a perilous path with little navigational charts, as the stars are never stable in their given positions, but also, there are uncharted worlds that had yet to be explored. I specifically sealed it to prevent the vermin remnants of the Elder Clans to escape destruction. That they, the cowards whom you expelled from Amoi, lived at all, and thrived for centuries on Rhea is bad enough- no offense to Elder Petros- but would you or anyone in this room care to explain this to me?”

Kai’s voice was calculated and steady. He was indeed on his guard, as he was about to regain his beautiful Queen back from the pits of Hell, yet he was hearing the possibility that an old evil was returning from the past? Just imagining this possibility was enough to make the Ancient Lord’s eyes turn dark as night, yet he held his power in check.

He looked at Riki who watched his every move. Perhaps his son was thinking he was about to come undone, that his mental state was unstable, and he was not in control. No, he would not do this, even though he could still hear the voices that haunted his mind. He knew Riki could hear them too if he was listening. But Kai was not to be taken lightly.

“Forgive me Lord Kai, access was granted to Sector 949.2 by myself in order to expedite Lord Mink’s rescue. Access was granted from Aristia to Rhea. Travel was made possible through beacons placed by myself centuries past when I considered exploring that region of space in the event, Amoi was found unable to sustain the lives of the survivors of the 500 Years of Woe. The only access granted was a one way trip by our Intelligence team, and once they arrived at Rhea’s sector, the entrance was once again sealed by me through the beacons. No one else had access to my knowledge.”

“Forgive me, Jupiter,” Kai countered, “But men are easily deceived by the lure of riches, and fame, and it may be blunt and not palatable to the sensibilities of the times, however, in the historical archives, I’m certain, there are hundreds of thousands of accounts from the dawn of Amoian history, where men fell to this lure, as it is only natural for men, to covet what they can not obtain by honorable means. We stand here as proof of such plots. I would wager, if you did a deeper investigation, that you will find the leak. I can assume that there were no breaches of security in the team that left Amoi?”

Jupiter began to hum angrily at Lord Kai’s comments, for it shined a negative light on Amoi’s Elite, and herself. She had already felt the sting of his words earlier, and now Lord Kai’s mastery in the rules of war were being seen.

This was hard to take for members the Firm, however, as all were direct descendent's of the Warrior Clans, they were seeing a true Warrior before their eyes. Lord Luis knew that Riki was indeed his father’s son considering Riki’s transformation on Rhea, and the way he handled himself in the heat of battle.

For Raoul it was all together a different experience for that matter, as he could not find fault in his words. Admiration for this Ancient was growing in his heart; for Raoul was naturally inclined to serve as Amoi’s Intelligence. Perhaps the Sentinel in him was hearing the call once again, as Kai’s words burned within his mind.

Jupiter continued in her defense, “If there is anyone who knows what men are capable of my Lord, it is I. These Elders of Rhea were evil and manipulative. They preferred to remain located at the entrance to Sector 949.2 despite the disagreeable location and the inability to travel through it. This sect was ancient and vindictive, which matched the darkness of Rhea’s people. Much is unknown about that sect, but they were known to have unholy alliances with the underbelly of civilized society for centuries. They raided the tombs of the Ancients, and destroyed their remains, while secretly keeping our children hostage in specimen jars. They also shadowed our retrieval of our kind, and had hoped their vault of specimens would be used to store and possibly reanimate their long dead Clans. This I would not allow my Lord Kai.”

Jupiter continued to hum angrily, as she now took the form of Lady Erin and began to pace the floor in uncharacteristic fashion. This made Raimen laugh out loud.

“Oh Kai! Now you’ve done it! She has put on Lady Erin and is pacing! This is exactly the look I was going for when I programmed her you know. She acts just like our lovely Queen did when you tried to sneak in to your Estate after a night of out.” Raimen quipped as Jupiter did imitate Lady Erin most accurately. “Although, she would toss things at us with graceful accuracy at the same time!”

Jupiter stopped as she noticed Iason and Riki also watching her pace. Riki raised an eyebrow as he did recall Lady Erin’s temper, and giggled at the thought of his mother locking his father out on several occasions.

“See Kai? Even the young Prince recalls our- er- I mean your less than stellar moments. I think she locked us out naked once...but that was my fault wasn’t it? I remember the day Ian and I uploaded that image hoping she would do this to you someday, guess it kicked in! You sure have a way with women living or otherwise my dear friend.” Raimen laughed out loud, trying to once again cool down the obvious anger of his lover and friend. But Kai was not about to hold back.

“You have not answered my question Lady Jupiter. Perhaps I can refresh the minds sitting in this briefing of Lord Am’s thorough and well documented report where he stated “There was a breach in security discovered while en route to Rhea, by our young Prince Riki, with regards to three Lords on board.” Kai looked at Raoul with kindness and then said, “It is truly amazing that some things never change do you not agree Lord Sentinel?”

Raoul blinked at this remark finding there was no escaping the Ancient’s admiration, and poorly veiled affection. He was about to speak up when Riki spoke up.

“Father, when Lord Saber was discovered to have betrayed our mission, we found no hidden plot within his mind. I believe he was a minor pawn and was used by the Elders to capture Lord Iason. If there was a deeper plot, as we fear is the truth now, then it did not come from Amoi. It may have been leaked after we left Rhea, as the Vault of Specimen’s was left behind for the team from Amoi to collect. It could have been anyone on Rhea, as the Elders were a boon to that planet, and once they were destroyed, we caused an economic fallout to it’s people who depended on their Black Market and their enormous fortunes to line their pockets and portfolios.”

Jupiter stopped pacing and once again took on a composed and cool appearance as she spoke. “Lord Kai, the Elders of Rhea were attempting to blackmail me into giving them the closely guarded technology to reanimate the dead. Amoi is the only planet that holds this technology, and Lord Mink knew we would never give in to their threats. I will also bring to your attention, that it was through the Elders' combined powers on Aristia, and Lord Iason and Riki’s newly awakened inner powers, that this evil was destroyed along with their Vault of Specimens.”

Kai gave Jupiter a leveled look, “I may be a bit rough around the edges Lady Jupiter, and I meant no disrespect for your watchful vigilance over our people. I may be centuries out of fashion, but I need not remind you of what you already witnessed once before. If there is a danger to our Queens, then we must ferret out this danger, and remove it before my Lady awakens.”

“Agreed. Lord Kai, this brings me to my next subject. While I was the Living Text, I was only allowed one function. To archive all data placed in my matrix, by the citizens of Amoi. I have since become sentient and for many centuries I have painstakingly gathered all possible data regarding the Son’s of Amoi, and their decedents. However, there is a deeper mystery I must reveal to you now, as I fear it will soon become of grave importance to us all.”

Silence was now all that was heard. Jupiter appeared next to Heiku as this issue needed to be placed on the table.

“My Lords, it has always been my deepest desire to return Amoi to its glorious past. In the 10,000 years I’ve been in existence, I was always able to, for a lack of better terms- breed our children and allow them to multiply in the most natural of ways. But at first this was difficult, as post-war epidemics hit the population nearly causing the extinction of our survivors. I was forced to birth our citizens artificially.

With the exception of most major cities, children were hard to birth. As Lord Heiku will agree, most of the Elite are sterile as it is widely known. However, there was a time not too long ago when this was not the case, as our Queens proved. What was left of the women on Amoi, gave way to very little fruit. While it is true that since then, much of the original Clans are watered down, and much intergalactic procreation has occurred. Our cities flourished once again. However, there are no pure blood Intellect or Warrior maidens as Lord Heiku will now explain.”

“Yes, I’ve studied the archives extensively for the reanimation of the Ancients, and found an anomaly in the gene pool that makes all Blondie’s incapable of siring children due to high levels of Agatha found in the soil. This very same toxin was used in the attempts to poison Lord Mink as you all know.

However, that inability to reproduce by Intellects, is limited to the women of our current era. That is why Intellect and Warrior children are rare, and only one or two entries document such births. But in my research, I found no data with regards to where any of the Intellect or Warrior Maidens were buried. There is a gap in the database.”

This news was of interest to all, as nothing has ever been told about the women. Jupiter continued as she walked around the conference room. “I have data missing in my matrix dating back nearly 10,000 years. All the archives have limited information, yet there are an infinite number of entries from the maidens from that era. But when a search is created, all the data, logs, and grave sites are missing.

I have never discovered where they were buried. Why were there no entries, no tomb locations, either on Amoi or anywhere else? The Intellects that traveled the stars, rarely took their families, so there is little if no word with regards to the maidens or any female children at all.”

Silence gripped the chamber room. The men all looked at each other as if the answer would be found in their faces. Kai and Raimen sat dumbstruck as they recall their world was enchanting due to the song of the maidens. To think they were erased from all records, was a blow to their hearts.

“However, my Lords, I do have one entry that will certainly shock you, if not truly amuse some of you.” Jupiter now played the journal entry.

“Jupiter, please encrypt this entry for my eyes only, should I - no, that is not right- when I die is more like it- so it is best not to set up a schedule. Yes, right- you are to seal this journal entry until such a time arrives when I return to you with the rest of the data. Of course if I am DEAD, we’re screwed anyway, so...oh hell! I’m not a strategist for heaven’s sake, I’m an entertainer! Why oh why me?! Never mind, leave this entry as noted, I know I shall not see you again you bucket of bolts, so I may as well say my peace no? Very well, I am off to dance with the ladies, and I shall not share their company with any of YOU sorry bastards! So if you want to dance, you’ll have to find me first!!”

It was as if the air was sucked out of the chamber, as everyone looked in shock at the one making the journal entry. It was none other than the image of Lord Omaki Ghan.

“OMAKI?!” Kai bellowed out to the surprise of Iason and Riki, that Lord Kai would know him. Omaki? That man is alive?! How can this be? Where is he, I’d like to kick his Lady-wooing-ass! Raimen, look at that! There is that mischievous entertainer, and notorious fox! Why have I not seen him yet?” An animated Kai was up and hollering before the image of Omaki’s holographic figure. He laughed and slapped his knee as he recalled some of the handsome Intellect's naughty pranks. “Look Kai, it’s Omi! He’s here! Maybe he’ll want to rekindle our wonderful private parties!!”

Iason and Riki were stunned into silence. For there was Omaki’s face and the journal was dated nearly 10,000 years ago, yet he looked just as stunning then as he did now, although his eyes were the clearest blue, compared to the present Omaki. But the bigger question was “What did Omaki know?”

Raoul all but fainted as the color ran from his face, and Heiku nearly spit out his wine as Omaki’s profile was being streamed beneath his face. So Omaki was an Ancient too.

“Jupiter, you must be mistaken!” Raoul roared to the amusement of all in the room, for everyone knew exactly what Kai was talking about in his animated outburst. “How can Lord Ghan be this Ancient? Why has none of this ever been mentioned before? We were led to believe that the Maidens did not survive the radiation at the end of the 500 Years of Woes, as it was told in our youth. Was this not so?”

“What Radiation?” Kai and Raimen stopped their laughter for a moment when this was spoken. “You mean to tell us, no Intellect or Warrior women survived?”

Jupiter was silent for a few moments, then accessed the archives. Within moments, the images of many maidens with radiant glowing faces adorned with gold or ebony hair of Intellect or Warrior lineage were shown for the first time. “My Lords, these are the Lost Maidens, hundreds, thousands, millions, all gone. This registry is all that is left before I came on line in the final eruption of radiation, that gave me life, yet took theirs. After this, there was no data on any of them, dead or otherwise. This is the first time, I have opened this archive. It is a mystery and I only have the one entry by Lord Ghan.”

“Then bring Omi here immediately Lady Jupiter! Why have you never done something about this? It is clear he knows something, for I know for a fact that Omi always said he was off to dance with the ladies...meaning our wives!!” Raimen’s beautiful blue eyes danced with delight, as he would welcome this entertaining fellow back with open arms.

“I’m sure he is out there somewhere wooing some innocent heart as we speak Raimen!” Kai said sarcastically. “For all we know he has some perverted Estate long buried with all our women! Perhaps he has a harem of beautiful young maidens as we speak, dancing the night away!”

Iason and Riki could not believe the turn of events. Raoul just hung his head wanting to go to the nearest bar and drink away this new tidbit of irony. Omaki, who is the most perverted of Jupiter’s Blondies holds the fate of their loins? Raoul glanced over to Kai, thinking he was better off taking those two up on their offer, than to see Omaki as a savior.

Iason carefully considered his next words, as the room was filled with emotion of both discovering that the fate of Amoi’s women was not as written, but more astounding was the fact that one of their peers was in the middle of such a discovery.

“Lady Jupiter, what is the current status of Lord Ghan? I know for a fact he has no recollection, as this would have come up before, and we have known Lord Ghan since our youth. Why have you kept us in the dark about him, and the Lost Maidens? Surely you know I’ve an affinity for archeology, yet never found one stone of the past that spoke of the fate of our women, only what is written in the archives and taught in the Academies. I presume you will now inform us of his situation. For starters, you can tell us where you found Lord Ghan's remains?”

Iason was amazed at this newfound mystery. For that would certainly change the dynamics of Amoian society. Although he knew his heart was only for Riki, they had yet to consider heirs in the future, as the Clans did in the past. With the facts as they knew them, that all Blondies were sterile, was it now possible that this might all change with the discovery of their remains? So again the question begged an answer, what did Omaki know?

Jupiter once again began to pace, and within moments, corrected her behavior as Raimen laughed quietly, as he watched her alter her appearance back to her statuesque form. “Lord Ghan, like many of my Blondies, was birthed, unlike Lord Iason and Prince Oskuro who were reanimated. I used what information I had, and took the chance that they would awaken at birth. Since this did not occur, I placed mental blocks to keep them safe.

However, in the past, I had filtered out most of the characteristics that came with each birth, although this never completely removed it from them, as I found they always returned to their former occupations.

I altered that procedure when I was informed that Lord Iason’s remains were found on Aristia. His ledger was buried with his remains, and that led us to Alpha Zen, where Prince Riki’s remains were found. I decided to birth the peers who lived during the time of Lord Iason and the young Prince. I had hoped that if my Flame and Tempest awakened, they would also awaken their peers. If successful, I knew this would happen to all my children.

I held on to this hope, that when Lord Mink awakened, he would complete my programming in the reanimation of the Royals, beginning with the two of you, my Lords Kai and Raimen. But Omaki was different. There were numerous entries by the Queens with regards to Lord Ghan, for he was the Lord in charge of the Lords Dance, held by the Queens.

He made all the preparations, and chronicled each Lord’s ascent into the Clans. He also chronicled the Maiden’s Song, the rite of passage for all Amoian women. Lord Ghan had made his final preparations for Lord Iason’s and the young Prince’s gala, however, it was never held. The Maiden’s Song has not been held in nearly 10,000 years. A deep sorrow I have held in my memory.

This is one issue I am attempting to correct now.

As you all know by now, Lord Ghan has been given the assignment of holding the Gala in honor of the Royal Heirs. Although this current Omaki has no memory of his past, I believe the trigger is present in you four. After each entry recorded by the Queens, with regards to Omaki, they called him ‘A Jewel among Intellects.’ There was never any indication as to how he got this title, so when talk of the Queen’s Treasure appeared in space chatter from across the known universe my Lords, there is reason to worry.

As for where Lord Ghan's remains were found, They were located a little over 300 years post-war. His skeletal remains were found in the wastelands between the Minus Quentu Mountains, and the Kattahar Mountain Range. Apparently someone found him and buried him near a cluster of boulders near the Yuren Oasis. I excavated the land for centuries with no luck. The wasteland that was once fertile grasslands, yielded no results either, and I've had men dig up nearly every stone on this planet.

Omaki was not given a mind block gentlemen, as I wanted him to be exposed to Iason and Riki without any barriers. I do have a man in place, although I had nearly given up hope, until early this evening, when I noticed a new query by Lord Ghan. He has been doing extensive research about traditional dances of the past, for the upcoming Gala, and out of nowhere, he accessed information regarding Lady Yuri Mink. This tells me that his mind was exposed to a trigger, and is perhaps looking for answers on it's own.”

Jupiter observed the expressions on the faces of all in the room. It was an array of emotions, as some were angry, confused, and mostly dumbfounded. She had held this secret far too long, and all the pieces of the puzzle were gathering, and the stars were aligned for all concerned.

“Omaki’s mind is to be left to unfold on its own. I have placed him in the midst of this mystery, as the presence of Lord Iason and Riki has already altered the behavior of this lost son. I will not risk this information from being extracted by any means, as it is too vital, too important to risk on artificial stimulation, and I will hold you all to my mandate. Omaki will awaken on his own, and we shall discover where my Jewel, has danced with the ladies. The Queens will not be able to tell us as their awakening is still a ways off, and this new threat must be taken care of first and foremost. It is my hope, and to your benefit as well, that Omaki awaken.”

Lord Kai threw his hands up in the air, “Well, if I know Omaki, there is no artificial stimulation that will bring his mind back, that perverted womanizer will no doubt have us all dancing on his cock to find their tombs! And by the expressions on all of your faces, I assume he has not changed a bit in over 10,000 years! Ha! Ha!”

“If you ask me love, I think between you and I we will be able to coax the truth out of him, and with this group, I have no doubt our Queen-loving-social butterfly, will be quite forthcoming.” Raimen pointed to all present.

Iason placed finger on his throbbing temple, he could feel a whopper of a headache coming if he knew Omaki the way he did, and there was no doubt whatsoever, that this “Gala” was going to be more than any of them bargained, if he was indeed in charge.

The briefing came to an end, as Jupiter reminded them that Omaki was to awaken on his own. They were not to speak of the Maidens, for Jupiter wanted no false memories to be implanted. The Firm was told to keep Jupiter up to date with their surveillance off-world, and Raoul was to keep Omaki under surveillance on Amoi. Raoul needed a drink.

Kai and Raimen were looking at Heiku's mechanical arm, teasing him with stories of how he was in his previous life, to which Heiku could be heard roaring with laughter.

Iason and Riki were instructed to get Omaki more involved with the Ancients. To invite him over to visit their fathers, and perhaps more of his memory would begin to awaken. Riki was quite excited over this, as Omaki was his type of people, naughty, and funny as hell. Iason was not too enthusiastic, knowing that putting Kai, Omaki and he father of all people under one roof was to be courting disaster, if not one of his notoriously perverted games.

Jupiter appeared by Elder Petros, apologizing for her outburst when challenged by Lord Kai, to which Petros replied, “It is only to be expected, Lady Jupiter, Lord Kai has centuries of trauma to his soul, and it can't easily be removed. Only time will heal it, and the return of his family, can undo much of what he suffers.

~*~*~

It was late, Omaki had fallen asleep in front of the warm fire having drank a bit too much wine. Images of all the research he'd been doing that night disturbed his dreams, and he moaned softly at the voices pressing him to awareness. It was Ru addressing Lord Jensen, as the exhausted Lord had just finished a late rehearsal and was eager to spend a quiet night with his newfound lover. Ru was just telling him his Master was resting, when Omaki walked into the grand hall.

“Forgive me Master if we woke you, I hope you are hungry, I've kept dinner warm if you are ready to dine.”

“Yes Ru, that would be wonderful. Argent, I am so happy you've come. Frankly I did not expect you to visit, as it was getting late.”

Argent walked up to Omaki and moved a strand of hair from his eyes. “I said I would come, late or not. I am glad you had not retired for the evening.” Argent stood oh-so-close to Omaki's face and nuzzled his cheek against Omaki's, taking the drowsy Lord by surprise.

“Hm, perhaps you are all I need to dine on my love, as I've not had pleasant dreams today, and would love to wrap my arms around something beautiful, and warm.” Omaki held Argent tight and gave the young Lord a long, gentle kiss, tasting wine in his lips of which he loved.

“Hm, looks like you've had some wine, you must taste heavenly elsewhere, shall we find out?” Omaki lowered his hands down to Argent's ass and pulled his hips against his.

“I would love nothing better than to do as you wish, my love, but I fear I will completely collapse if I don't eat, I am famished! However, I don't think you will mind an additional dose of sweet wine to your dessert?”

“Oh, Argent, if you were any sweeter, I'd never let you crawl out of my bed ever again! But you are right, we must replenish our bodies, for I want to spend the rest of the evening making sweet love to you.”

Ru softly chimed the dinner bell, watching the two lovers talk of lovemaking. He felt happy for his Master whom he knew was heartbroken by Enyu's betrayal. Argent to him, was a god-send, and he was hopeful, that the two of them would never part. Such was the hope of this Attendant.

As they two men enjoyed their late evening meal, Omaki was given into a sneezing fit, which made Argent snicker, having enjoyed several glasses of wine.

“Oh my, excuse me dear Argent, I have no idea what's come over me, perhaps someone is talking about me?”

Argent knew Jupiter was having a late meeting to discuss exactly that, but was not about to say anything. “Well my love, by the amount of sneezing you've just done, it is safe to say, the whole planet?”

Omaki finally stopped as he giggled, “Yeah, you'd think I was the talk of the town!”

Two days before the Gala...

Lord Jensen had become so busy with preparations, Omaki was feeling a bit neglected by his newfound lover, though he did enjoy teasing the young Lord by sending him a box of "toys" to get familiar with along with a note which read:

"Enclosed within are essential accessories if you are to keep up with me sweetheart. Fair warning, there will be a test, so practice, practice, practice."

Argent was so surprised by the box of goodies, he nearly spilled them in front of all the Pets who were rehearsing their dance in preparation for the Gala. He turned several shades of red, and each time he thought about his little box of goodies, he felt an erection come on, which of course made it difficult to concentrate on the rehearsals.

Omaki took every opportunity to ravish the young Lord, who was easily aroused whenever Omaki touched his body. Of course the mischievous Blondie enjoyed watching Argent become flustered, especially in mixed company and would laugh quietly at Argent's poor attempts to hide his aroused state.

The Pets were quite accommodating since they knew their very lives could depend on their cooperation, or Lord Steele would have their hides. Omaki did not calm their worries any less, stating that if word ever leaked out about the holopics, they would become better acquainted with the Taming Tower, prior to being handed over to their Masters. This last threat had the Pets trembling for hours prior to Lord Jensen's lessons in traditional dance.

Enyu was kept in seclusion as his Interval was nearly done, however, due to his state of arousal, Omaki had allowed Lord Steele to keep him in his suite which pleased the traveling hunter to no end. If all went as planned, and the holopics were all accounted for, Enyu would become the property of Lord Steele, and the Pets could all go back to their Masters and none would be the wiser.

It was a risk Omaki would have to take, although he would only be reprimanded, which didn't bother him in the least, no, what did worry him was the scandal and fallout this holopic would have on Iason and Riki. Not to mention it was his idea to snap the picture of Iason in the first place.

Omaki was busy himself, considering he loved to play the gracious host, but this event was one he would have loved to bow out from, however, with Jupiter footing the bill, and her explicit instructions, he had no choice but to do as told. He did however, have plans of his own. He would spend the next two days greeting dignitaries flying from all parts of the known universe it seemed, along with special guests from every corner of Amoi.

One guest he was eager to meet was Elder Petros and a small group of from Aristia's Royal Family. Omaki had never met an Elder, and with all that Iason and Riki experienced, he was unsure what to make of the tall elderly man with tattoos. The Royal Family would be staying at Iason's Estate, and Elder Petros looked weary of travel, and his late briefing soon after arriving on Amoi.

Omaki had invited Elder Petros to the rehearsals on Argent’s recommendation, as he knew the Elder was quite experienced with the traditional dances of many cultures, and had known Iason in his younger days when he was only a Liaison for Amoi on his path as future Head of the Syndicate.

Omaki had never met an Elder, and only drew on the information he had from Argent and the archives released by Jupiter. He could tell this man was of great importance as he held his own in the presence of Royalty, and dignitaries alike. What he also noticed, was the way he watched the Pet’s dance rehearsal. Omaki walked up to him with his most charming smile.

“Elder Petros, it is an honor to meet you at long last. I’ve heard much about you and the Royal Family from Aristia. I understand you were instrumental in the rescue efforts of Lord Iason and our young Prince Riki.”

Omaki looked at the tall man, considering his own stature, finding his gently green eyes comforting. His hair was long and the color of the sun setting, as his amber locks had faded with age. He was dressed in a midnight-blue long gray robe tied at the waist, with gold silk embroidered flowers that ran up the sleeves and raised collar. Modest, yet reflected is position of honor and respect. He wore a pair of simple black sandals.

“Lord Ghan, I have also heard much about you and this Gala. But yes, that all seemed like such a long time ago, as so much happened from the moment Lord Mink was kidnapped. Aristia suffered much in the days that followed, but I always knew the Heir of Amoi, the Flame of Jupiter’s heart would find his Tempest. We, the Elder Class of Aristia, long held hope that the two would reunite. It has been one blessing after another.”

Omaki felt as if this man held significant importance, in his humbleness, and the way he carried himself. There was a familiarity that escaped him, but was roused from his thoughts as Petros suddenly interrupted Lord Jensen’s lesson with the Pets.

“Forgive me Lord Ghan...but the sequence they are doing is wrong. The inner partner is to take the outer partner by the waist and left hand held delicately in front of them both....”

Omaki was left with his mouth open and in mid thought, as the tall elderly man made a bee line to Argent who stood in awe as the famed Elder now addressed him.

“Let me demonstrate, here, now you be the inner partner, and I the outer, now we will step together, switch foot, step together, and as we do this I shall place my right hand on your waist, and take your left hand in mine as I follow you closely...”

Argent blushed as the tall man did just so, and as they moved forward, Argent felt as if a part of the past was coming to life, as Elder Petros was indeed well informed as to the traditional dances.

Omaki stared at the two men as the dance continued and all the Pet’s lined up and began to do the as they were being instructed. He watched Argent’s beautiful smile as his eyes lit up with joy, for Elder Petros followed through with the next part of the dance without missing a step.

“You know, I once watched a very young handsome Lord Iason do this dance for the first time as if it was written in his heart, such a pleasure to watch him dance with the young maidens.”

As Petros was talking, he didn’t notice Omaki walking up to them and without missing a beat spoke:

“If I may interrupt Elder, may I have the pleasure?” Omaki looked at Argent who’s cheeks felt hot as Omaki’s eyes took on a different shine, nearly crystal blue. Almost as if he was on the hunt.

“Why of course Lord Ghan, after all, this is a dance for the young..”

Petros was surprised as Omaki bowed towards the tall Elder, “I’ve seen this so often these past several days, I feel as if I’ve always known these steps...”

Omaki took Argent’s hand and bowed, as he stood poised and attentive to his partner. He reached behind to place his right hand on his waist, and heard the quiet gasp of Argent’s breath as he now moved forward with the beat of the music. Omaki’s steps were graceful and without error, not one step was missed, in fact Omaki was leading Argent as if he was taking an evening stroll in a garden. Omaki’s eyes were gentle and sensually mesmerizing and Argent could not help but gaze into them.

Then Omaki did something unexpected, he began to follow through on the second part of the dance in which the lead spun his partner in a series of turns that made Argent’s golden hair flow beautifully as if they were in a trance and no one else but the two of them existed in the room with the music softly playing.

Argent hesitated after several turns, as his mind was now distracted by Omaki’s skills. Not that he didn’t think Omaki could dance, for his lifestyle oozed entertainment, and he knew of his reputation as a host, but this was a traditional dance, that has not been performed on Amoi for centuries, and he knew Elder Petros was educated in the Ancient traditions, thus his expertise was welcomed.

However, Omaki was neither educated in such traditions, and had been a constant whiner with regards all the pomp and circumstance that was being required for this Gala, and bemoaned the fact he had been studying nonstop for days. Yet here he was leading him in one of the oldest traditional dances and doing it as easily as if pre-recorded in his head.

Omaki was so caught up in the dance, the Pet’s had all stopped to watch Omaki dance, secretly loving how the tall handsome Lord looked leading their instructor with ease. It wasn’t until Omaki noticed no one else was dancing that he stopped abruptly and looked at Argent who looked surprised, and shrugged his shoulders.

“I seem to remember seeing you dancing alone the other day, I must have picked up a step or two...” Omaki blinked as if trying to find the words to explain how he knew the steps, when in reality he had never danced like this before.

Argent bowed “Well, yes, that has a lot to do with the teacher, so I must be doing something right.”

Argent smiled as he watched Omaki’s confused expression. Perhaps it was just as Jupiter spoke, that Omaki would awaken on his own, perhaps his being placed before Omaki was something to do with his own past also, but dared not give in to the possibility, for he wanted to see his lover’s eyes awaken to those old memories on their own.

Jupiter didn’t give much more information past that, only that his occupation as a historian and keeper of the archives would cross with Omaki’s path. Jupiter was insistent that Omaki not be told anything about his past, for she wanted his mind to awaken on its own, and felt that this Omaki might be the one, since Iason and Riki awakened, and the four Ancients would also return. Omaki’s part in this was crucial, to what end, she did not know, only that the mystery of what was in his mind, was of great importance to not only her, but to all of Amoi's citizens. The thoughts of what Omaki might have locked in his head was driving her crazy with curiosity.

That is, crazy as any sentient being could be, if it could be defined as her running diagnostics around the clock like a nervous parent-to-be waiting the birth of a child, Jupiter felt this to the core of her Matrix. Argent had indeed studied the archives, and although Omaki’s past was vague at best, the gap between his last entry and his death were unknown, as if he fell off the edge of the world, and simply vanished. Argent was to witness this firsthand, and possibly be the first to document the link between Omaki of Ancient Amoi, and the present Omaki whom he loved with his very being..

This was not lost in Elder Petros, for he recognized that blank stare in Omaki’s face. He had seen it before in one other Blondie not too long ago - that one being- a young Iason Mink. He felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the handsome Omaki walk away from Argent as if nothing was amiss. Argent made no scene, though he could tell Omaki was shocked to have just walked up and begin dancing as if it was second nature. Omaki walked towards Petros who watched him carefully.

“Forgive my rudeness, Elder Petros, I seem to have gotten into the spirit of the dance, and cut in out of nowhere, which is odd, since I really don’t care for all the pomp and circumstance of the event, but rather enjoy a less ‘traditional’ type of entertainment, that involves less skipping about and more consumption of wine.”

“Of course Lord Ghan, I have heard of your establishment even on Aristia, the world renown ‘Taming Tower’ is it not?”

“Yes, it does have quite a reputation, I don’t know if an Elder of your discipline would care to visit. Though I’m sure we could find something to your liking no?”

Omaki was teasing of course, finding Petros’ expressions quite funny, as someone of his background would more likely not enjoy the pleasures of the flesh, but perhaps preferred chanting rituals, and candles.

This last thought reminded him of something, it began as a distant memory of a woman surrounded by candles as she enjoyed a bath filled with flower petals and aromatic salts. She was familiar, and smiled with beautiful deep blue eyes. Just when he thought he might recall who she was, the memory was lost. Petros became intrigued as Omaki was lost in thought.

“You were saying Lord Ghan? You seem preoccupied yourself?”

“Oh yes, the Taming Tower. I would invite you to visit, as we do specialize in all sorts of entertainment, at every level of society. For those with sensitive sensibilities, we offer an array purifying saunas, and the gentle touch of a personal massage. I’m sensing you are quite fatigued, no doubt your attention to many matters has had you going in many directions in preparation for the Gala.”

“Yes, it seems as if I’ve not slept these past few days since arriving to Amoi. I may just take you up on that purifying sauna, we have wonderful hot springs on Aristia you know. The minerals of our world have healing propensities, and have helped many a weary soul find their path.”

Petros deliberately spoke as he studied Omaki once again. Jupiter’s orders were that no one was to tell him anything about his past, but were welcome to interact with Omaki in hopes of triggering his awakening. He found it exciting to be in the midst of yet more history in the making.

“It must be fate" He thought to himself.

Thanx for reading my story, please review...*bites nails nervously*