ALTERNATE TALES OF THE STAR FORCE

STAR BLAZERS—RADNAR’S GAME

Being the sixth part of THE NEW COMET--- BY: Frederick P. Kopetz


This Act is being completed with the Cooperation and Assistance of Derek A.C. Wakefield (as usual)---Freddo


ACT FOUR: STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT


 

I. FREEDOM

 

Planet Earth

 

The Great Megalopolis

 

Central Hospital

 

April 26, 2207

 

1130 Hours: Earthtime

 


 

In what was now a familiar ritual, Nova was lying in bed in her room in Central Hospital with her pajamas off getting an exam from Doctor Sane, with only Derek and Dawn Westland present.

 

She hoped this would be the last one for a little while, because, as Derek stood there beside her bed holding her hand, she was hoping she would get the word that she could be released today.

 

“Hmmmh,” said Doctor Sane as he ran a portable scanner over her bare stomach. “This is very good. The babies are now completely out of distress.”

 

“I could have told you that,” teased Nova. “I’ve been feeling them kicking away in there again today.”

 

“Everything we’ve been picking up indicates that you shouldn’t have any more problems with your pregnancy…as long as you don’t catch more poisoned daggers in your shoulder, that is,” said Dawn.

 

“”You’re now five and a quarter months along in that pregnancy,” said Doctor Sane. “And, your shoulder wound is fully healed now, thanks to our plastic surgery techniques and growth factors, along with your generally healthy constitution,” he added as he poked Nova’s bare shoulder.

 

“All I can see there is a small dimple,” said Derek. “That’s really amazing.”

 

“I’m going to discharge you today,” said Doctor Sane as Nova smiled. “I will want to see again you in two days on an outpatient basis. For the next week, just be careful, Nova, about lifting heavy loads, and I’d wait about two more days until I resume being physicially initimate with the Commodore, just to be safe,” he added. 

 

“Okay,” she said as she began to get dressed in her undergarments, followed by a sailor-style maternity dress her mother had dropped off for her. She finished off by stepping into a pair of sandals and putting on a cute wide-brimmed hat.

 

“You look good enough to eat,” teased Derek as he gave his wife a kiss after he helped her zip up her dress.

 

“The papparazzi are out by the main entrance,” said Homer as he came in with Wendy Singleton. “I found a side door that we can slip out at.”

 

Commodore Wildstar pulled his flight jacket on over his white turtleneck sweater and jeans. “Well, let’s get home before they get wind of us.”

 

“Good idea,” said Nova.

 


 

The press was either tipped off by someone else, or they were just good at finding their quarry, because a bunch of photographers and reporters were waiting for the Wildstars, Glitchman, and Singleton on their way out of the hospital with Doctor Sane.

 

This was the media’s first sight of Nova pregnant, so a lot of pictures were taken. The questions were equally silly.

 

“Mrs. Wildstar, how many children are you having?”

 

“How far along are you?”

 

“Were the babies geneticially enhanced?”

 

“Will they be born in space?”

 

“No comment,” said Nova. “I really don’t want to talk now…thanks…”

 

Their security helped push away the reporters as the two couples squeezed into a borrowed EDF staff aircar that Wildstar had brought. Soon, they drove off.

 

The Wildstars were going home.

 


 

Later, at home, with their shoes kicked off, the Wildstars were looking over both their paper mail and e-mail with their guests sitting in their living room.

 

Nova’s eyes went wide as she found an envelope with the return address: EARTH FEDERATION CENTRAL MEDICAL COLLEGE.

 

“I wonder where this came from?” said Nova. “I don’t remember applying there…or writing them…I was going to apply there when the war hit…but never did it.”

 

“Isn’t that the Federation’s top medical school?” said Homer.

 

“It is,” said Derek as he looked at the envelope.

 

“That’s my fault,” said Doctor Sane with a toothy laugh. “Nova, while you were in that sleep tube, I transmitted an application, your test scores from a year ago, and letters of recommendation for you. You might like the answer…open the envelope!”

 

Nova did so, and she read:

 

Lt. Cmdr Wildstar:

 

We are pleased to inform you, after a due consideration of your application, that we are offering you admission to the Class of 2211 of the Federation Central Medical College as an M.D. candidate.

 

You admission is contingent upon your acceptance of this offer, and also upon your availability for duty, pending a release from your Commanding Officer. This offer may also be deferred for one year, placing you in the Class of 2212, upon your request, given the current war emergency…

 

Nova looked at Derek. “I have no idea what’s going to happen next, so, I’ll have to defer the offer.”

 

“Defer it?” said Derek.

 

“Yes. After our leave, aren’t we going out again on the Argo? I can still serve…”

 

Derek had to think hard about this. Finally, he said, “Nova, if you feel well enough to serve…”

 

“Thanks,” said Nova as she kissed her husband. “But, for now, while the Argo’s in refit, I’m looking forward to a vacation.”

 

“Where were you going to go?” said Wendy.

 

“Maybe Europe,” said Nova. “There’s lots of places I’d like to see, now that I have the time, for once…”

 


 

II. WAKEFIELD’S PLANS…

 

Space Battleship Arizona

 

Saturn-Titan Space Station

 

April 27, 2207

 

2130 Hours: Earthtime

 


 

The Arizona had stopped over on its homeward cruise at Saturn-Titan space station.

 

While the ship was on Titan, Deke Wakefield couldn’t wait to get off the ship to get to a comm booth.

 

When he found a comm booth, he called Lynn Westland.

 

As he waited for the connection to be established, Wakefield thought, I hope I can talk to Lynn tonight. I want to find out from her where Dawn is so we can meet up, and I can put some closure on our relationship and at least know where we stand, as friends, enemies, lovers? I’m just so damn confused….I hope Lynn knows where she is…

 

Lynn Westland came through on the screen a moment later. She looked surprised to see Deke on the screen.

 

“Deke?” said Lynn.

 

“You look shocked,” said Wakefield.

 

“Where are you?”

 

“Saturn-Titan. We’ll be back on Earth sometime tomorrow. How are you?”

 

“I’m fine. You look even more mature than ever. How’s the service been treating you?”

 

“Fine. I’m a squadron leader now, Lynn. Where’s Dawn? Is she in San Diego? I was thinking of coming…”

 

“No, Deke.”

 

“No?”

 

“She’s not in San Diego.”

 

“I thought she wanted to work at San Diego Central Hospital?” said a confused Deke.

 

“No. She went into military training, Deke.”

 

Military training?” said Wakefield, who was dumbfounded. “With her attitude about the military?”

 

“She was sent to Pensacola Space Naval Station to learn how to fly medical boats to become a flight nurse.”

 

“How did that happen?”

 

“She was drafted, Deke,” sighed Lynn. “Because she accepted a WHO commission after graduation, she had no choice but to accept whatever assignments they dictated. Her grades were good enough, and there was a shortage of flight nurses, so she ended up being drafted to serve with the EDF.”

 

“Okay,” said Deke, who shook his head as he took all of this in. “Where did she get assigned?”

 

“I’m not sure, honestly,” said Lynn. “After she graduated from flight school, all Dawn told me was that she was being assigned somewhere she wouldn't be able to write or phone me.”

 

“So, where is she?”

 

“I have no idea,” said Lynn. “But, I have a hunch that I will be hearing from her soon. When I do, I’ll let you know where she is, Deke. Okay?”

 

“Thanks,” said Deke as they shared some more small talk and then cut off while he hoped that her hunch was correct.

 


 

III. THE BEST OF TIMES: THE WORST OF TIMES

 

Space Battleship Arizona

 

The Tokyo Megalopolis

 

April 28, 2207

 

0800 Hours: Earthtime

 


 

Deke Wakefield couldn’t quite believe it, but the Arizona was finally back home on Earth after a very long cruise.

 

He and the rest of the crew were mustered for one last time on the foredeck, looking up at Captain Mark Venture, who stood up on top of the Number One main gun turret. The ship was already docked under the lights in a huge underground spacedock right next to the Argo, which also sat there under the lights undergoing a refit.

 

Venture was speaking to the crew about what a fine crew they were, and what a great job they had done in the past few months, and how much he looked forward to serving with them again. But, Wakefield was barely thinking about the speech as his mind was a welter of emotions and thoughts.

 

Part of him was thinking of Sasha and meeting up with her again.

 

Another part of his mind was thinking about Dawn and what they might have to say to each other when they finally met again, as he was sure that they would.

 

Part of him was just thinking of getting out of the Megalopolis ASAP (after staying in the BOQ overnight) to get “home” to San Diego for several days’ or weeks’ worth of leave in the sun, waves, and surf. Deke heard cheers as his mind switched to listening to Venture for a moment.

 

“In light of your fine service,” said Venture. “All of you are granted four weeks’ worth of leave, commencing now. Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a tough cruise, and we have earned it. You are free to go as soon as we are mustered off the ship. All in all, I’d like to say…”

 

Applause filled the docking bay as the crew couldn’t wait to get off the ship.

 


 

Ninety minutes later, Wakefield had his leave papers, suitcase, flight bag, and seabag, and he was a free man.

 

He took an airbus to the Bachelor Officers’ Quarters, checked in, and went to get a late breakfast as he thought about San Diego and his past.

 

If only he knew what Dawn was up to that afternoon….

 


 

Dawn Westland couldn’t quite beleve where she was at 0800 Hours on the previous day, local time in Las Vegas (April 27th).

 

She was in Las Vegas, with Jefferson Hardy, in an outdoor wedding chapel.

 

The sun and breeze blew against her legs as she appeared before Hardy and the preacher in a long white wedding dress, wide-brimmed hat, and pumps. She took Hardy’s hand as he stood there in his blues and his navy blue peacoat, smiling as he squeezed close to her before the priest.

 

“Do you, Jefferson Davis Hardy, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, until death do you part?”

 

Hardy gulped a little and then said to Dawn and the priest, “I most certainly do.”

 

“Do you, Dawn Westland, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, until death do you part?”

 

“I do,” said Dawn with a shy smile as Jeff slid a wedding band onto one of her fingers.

 

“Then, with the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, the Earth Federation Government, and my church, I do pronounce you, Jefferson Davis Hardy, and Dawn Hardy, husband and wife. May no man put asunder what God hath put together. You may now kiss your bride, Mister Hardy.”

 

Jeff smiled at Dawn, and the two of them shared a long, sweet, searching kiss. The little group of waiting couples applauded. Then, Dawn and Jeff left, running hand in hand to a waiting aircar. They got in, and then drove off together to a hotel-casino at the city limits where they would enjoy a long lunch as the first part of what would be a wonderful honeymoon.

 

Dawn was incredibly happy. And Deke Wakefield hadn’t crossed her mind once today.

 

Considering her attentive new husband, it wasn’t hard to see why…until it crossed her mind, just briefly that…

 

It was five years ago today I broke up with Deke, she thought. And I thought we were going to get married like this, sooner or later. Well, that never happened…and it never will happen, now…

 

“Dawn?” said Jeff. “What was on your mind?”

 

“Nothing,” said Dawn. “Nothing at all…”

 


 

Early that afternoon, after they had visited Doctor Sane together (and Nova had gotten the OK from him to resume all of her normal activities “within reason”), Derek and Nova sat eating lunch together at an outdoor café’ in the Megalopolis to celebrate her recovery and the beginning of their shared leave. Derek wore his peacoat, Command whites, and brown boots, while Nova wore a pink and white sundress and exercise sandals.

 

“I have a lot to do today, Derek,” said Nova as she smiled at her husband over a cup of tea and a dessert that Derek noticed was a bit larger than her usual after-lunch dish. She’s eating for three, he remembered.

 

“I know. I’ve got a lot to do, myself,” said the Commodore as he finished up his pie.

 

“When are you meeting up with Mark?”

 

“Within the hour by Headquarters,” said Derek.

 

“I’ll be meeting Holly downtown,” said Nova with another little smile. “Then our little conspriracy will start up.”

 

“I like conspriacies,” whispered the Commodore.

 

“So do I…when we’re helping out our friends,” said Nova. She waved to the waitress robot and said, “Check, please?”

 

“Of course,” said the “female” robot.

 


 

A little later that afternoon, just as Deke Wakefield was beginning to settle down to read a book in his room at the BOQ, someone began banging at his door.

 

Whatthehell?” he cried, startled as he dropped his book. “I’m coming!”

 

The banging came again as Deke got to the door. An annoyed-looking Wakefield opened the door, and immediately snapped into a salute when he saw Commodore Wildstar and Captain Venture standing there in their peacoats and standard Command whites.

 

“Uh…what brings you two here, sirs?” said Wakefield.

 

Derek and Mark grinned at each other.

 

“What’s going on?” said Wakefield.

 

“This,” said Wildstar as he handed Wakefield an elaborate, engraved envelope. “Open it.”

 

Deke did so, and he pulled out an elaborate invitation marked with the Presidential Seal that read:

 

To Lieutenant Deke Wakefield

 

Greetings

 

Your presence is requested tonight at the Presidential Palace for a reception at 2100 Hours with the Federation President and his staff.

 

Uniform of the Evening will be full Mess Dress Whites for male military personnel, and appropriate formal dress and Mess Dress White jacket for female military personnel.

 

Appropriate Formal Dress for civilians, please.

 

Please RSVP our automated telephone system at 2-(673)-802-5533 by 1600 Hours.

 

I anticipate your arrival.

 

Best wishes,

 

James R. Mendellsohn, President of the Federation of Earth Governments

 

 

 

“Dress Whites?” said Wakefield. “I don’t even possess a set of Mess Dress Whites, guys. How can I show up there in a regular uniform? I can’t…”

 

Derek said, “We can take care of that. And bring your medals and decorations. You’ll be buying a dress uniform today.”

 

“I don’t know if I can afford to lay out that much, sir.”

 

“I’m buying,” said Wildstar. “It is very important that you be there tonight…for more reasons than one…”

 

“The conspiracy,” whispered Mark.

 

“Conspiracy?” said Wakefield. “What’s going on?”

 

“Something interesting,” said Wildstar. “Get your medals, Deke. Don’t make me make this an order.”

 

Wakefield got his medals a moment later. He didn’t have that many. He had a Good Conduct Medal, a Purple Heart, a Medallion of Merit, the Gamilon decoration that Desslok had given him, and a Second Cometine Campaign medal. He put his five decorations into a presentation case and tucked it into a pocket inside his flight jacket.

 

Then, to his shock, Nova showed up in her civvies and she said to Derek, “My preparations are almost complete at my end, Operation Princess is about to be initiated.”

 

Derek kissed her and said, “Good job.”

 

Nova winked at Wakefield and said, “I think you’ll like what’s going to happen tonight at Presidential House, Deke.” Then, she winked at him and gave him a hug before she left.

 


 

Wakefield had no idea what was going on or where Wildstar and Venture were shanghaing him that afternoon until he found himself in a very high-toned part of the Megalopolis that he had never seen before.

 

Deke found himself in front of an tony-looking store known as “Marks and Westland”.

 

Marks and Westland? Deke thought. Same last name as Dawn. The place looks expensive. What the heck do they sell in there?

 

Wakefield soon found out that this store sold tailored military uniforms. Very expensive ones by the look of the place.

 

A while later, after a robot tailor worked on him, Deke found himself in a new set of Mess Dress Whites. The men’s version of the uniform looked a bit like a white tux, with his medals worn on the small white high-collared tux-like military coat that had a bright red collar and lining.

 

“How do I look?” said Wakefield.

 

“You look good,” said Venture. “I didn’t own that kind of uniform until recently, myself.”

 

“And I didn’t own this kind when I married Nova,” said Commodore Wildstar. “I got mine after I got my flag rank in late 2202. Mark, did you reach Holly, yet?”

 

“I did,” he said as he put away his portable phone. “She says that Nova is there and the operation is going well.”

 

“What kind of operation is this?” said Wakefield.

 

“You’ll find out,” said Wildstar as he dialed a number again on his phone. “Venture, I still can’t reach Hardy. I have no damn idea where he is.”

 

“Things’ll work out, Wildstar. Chill out,” said Venture.

 

“Well?” said the proprietor of the uniform shop.

 

“Wrap it up, we’ll take it,” said Wildstar. “I’m paying, of course.”

 

“Yessir,” said the proprietor.

 


 

Sasha found herself surprised that morning when Nova Wildstar and Holly Venture showed up at her dorm room inviting her to go shopping. Nova also gave her an invitation to attend the reception at the Presidential Palace.

 

“How did I get invited?” said Sasha as she looked over the invitation.

 

“You know why,” said Nova with a wink. Fortunately, her roommate was not around to hear this, and Nova had just let Holly in on Sasha’s “secret” with Derek and Mark’s permission. “We need to get you a formal uniform jacket, gown, and shoes today, along with a facial, manicure and pedicure, and we need to do a little something with your hair.”

 

“Do you have any medals?” said Holly.

 

“Yes, this Good Conduct Medal; that’s it,” said Sasha.

 

“Bring it,” said Nova as Sasha got up from her desk in her dorm room; she had on shorts, a t-shirt, and was padding around in her socks. Nova said, “The shorts are OK, but put on a nicer top, and take your socks off and put on a pair of sandals.”

 

Sasha nodded, getting the necessary things out from her locker. Finally, after putting on a sailor-style top and a pair of white sandals she had just bought the other day, she said, “This is OK?”

 

“Sure is,” said Holly. “Let’s go.”

 

“But I was supposed to go to class today?” said Sasha. It was a Tuesday, so this was a legitmate concern for Sasha.

 

“I’ve arranged for you to have an excused absence from class and drill today,” said Nova. “Let’s go…”

 


 

Sasha was then dragged to a number of places; she was taken to a hairdresser’s place, first, where her long hair was washed, trimmed, blow-dried, and carefully brushed out while Nova and Holly also received similar treatment. Next, Sasha was taken to another place for a careful facial and manicure and pedicure; she sat laughing as she got her nails polished. Then, she was taken to another shop where Nova and Holly purchased long ball gowns and matching heels for themselves and Sasha.

 

Finally, Sasha was taken to Marks and Westland, where she and the others were fitted for female dress jackets similar to those the men would be wearing. Sasha’s jacket had cadet markings and her single Good Conduct medal; while Holly and Nova, of course, had more decorations.

 

When she was finally dressed up in her blue ball gown, matching high-heeled sandals, and dress jacket, Sasha looked at herself in the mirror and thought, I really look like a Princess, now, while Nova and Holly look like royalty with all those medals. Nova and Holly had similar outfits, with Nova wearing a pink gown and heels and Holly clad in a green gown and shoes.

 

On the way out, Nova ran (running as fast as she could run in her heels) into a jewelry store nearby and came out a few minutes later, smiling to herself like a cat that ate the canary with a very small bag.

 

Nova then left them for a time to meet Derek at home while Holly took Sasha to the Ventures’ house in her gown, where she and Mark met and prepared to go.

 

Sasha wondered why she was tagging along (even though she had an invitation like the others) but Holly caught the quizzical look on her face and told her “Sasha, you are here tonight for a very good reason.”

 

“Oh,” replied Sasha. “What is it?”

 

“You will find out soon enough,” said Holly. Then, Holly and Mark smiled at each other, but Sasha’s senses were weirded out. Even a half-Iscandarian like her had no idea what to make of this.

 

A few minutes later, Sasha was driven to Presidential House. When she arrived there, she had to pass through many checkpoints before reaching the East Room of the Presidential Palace, where an elaborate ball was in progress.

 

Sasha gave up her invitation to a uniformed Special Services Guard, who scanned it and let her pass. Sasha looked around. Most of the people here were far older than she was, and the women looked (to her) even more elegant than she did. It seemed to Sasha that she was the youngest one there.

 

Sasha again looked down at her outfit; blue gown, open-toed blue heels, white dress jacket. I feel weird in this, she thought. I feel like a fish out of water here tonight. Why am I even here? I wish I knew why I was here tonight…

 

Then, she looked over. Derek and Nova had come in together, followed by another young man who was also in Dress Whites like her uncle was. Sasha looked at him, and then she realized who it was.

 

Deke? Sasha thought in confusion. You were going to be here tonight, and you didn’t even tell me? You didn’t call, or anything? What is going on?

 


 

IV. THE DARKEST OF PLANS…

 

Pariantha House

 

Planet R’Khelleva

 

April 28, 2207

 

2045 Hours: Earthtime

 


 

Piper Sandberg, long-time traitor to Earth, had been living on R’Khelleva for about five years now.

 

It was his adopted home, since he knew he could never return to Earth under the current government without being arrested and then put on trial for his life…but he hated the place.

 

R’Khelleva had been, for many centuries, the home of the priestly caste of Ekogaru, fanatical psionics, fanatical warrior-priests as cruel as the harsh, stinking air of the planet.

 

Sandberg knew that R’Khelleva had once been a pleasant, green world like Earth. But, many centuries worth of mining, building, and fleet production on this world when it had been a cornerstone of the Rikashan Star Empire had defiled the air and water of the place.

 

It had become even worse in the five years since R’Khelleva had refused to listen to the Rikashan edicts that banned the Cult of Ekogaru and had decided to simultaneously secede from the Rikashan sphere of influence and to declare itself the true capital in exile of the Rikashan people, which it had then declared a holy war upon. The R’Khells considered the now somewhat-peaceful Rikashans of the Rikashan Federation heretics and traitors since they had broken free from Ekogaru’s influence, and the Rikashans considered their terroristic one-time brothers enemies and killers of the worst sort.

 

Sandberg sat with Marshal Lecha Voton, leader of the R’Khells, in a meeting in Voton’s palace of Pariantha House.

 

What he heard was quite interesting.

 

Voton said, “I have a unit on its way to Earth now to join up with the Josiahite cultists to assassinate some people.”

 

“Earth?” said Sandberg. “Who’s leading this mission?”

 

“The clone of Yvona Josiah created by the Lord Ekogaru. His son, Erugar, is the second-in-command of the mission. Arrogant lad. I wish he had died at birth.”

 

“That is a vile wish, Marshal.”

 

“He, Sandberg, may grow enough in power to supplant us.”  Voton mused into his cup of wine and said, “I wish we had an assassin there to assasinate the assassin, Sandberg.”

 

“These things have a funny way of playing out, Voton,” hissed Sandberg. “See how the boy does in this mission. If he survives, maybe I could arrange an…accident for him when he comes home?”

 

“An accident,” hissed Voton. He laughed and said, “Aye, Sandberg. I like that! An accident! Ha ha ha ha HA…”

 


 

V. A NIGHT OF HOPE AND DESPAIR…

 

Presidential House

 

The Tokyo Megalopolis

 

April 28, 2207

 

2105 Hours: Earthtime

 


 

Sasha continued to sit mystified as Deke Wakefield and Nova Wildstar walked up beside the President’s podium together.

 

There, Deke finally had his Navy Cross pinned to his jacket by the President after he pinned the Federation Medal on Nova’s dress jacket. Both officers saluted the President as the dance orchestra played the EDF March and everyone applauded.

 

A few minutes later, Deke and Sasha were dancing together.

 

Then, Sasha finally got the opportunity to speak with Deke as they danced close in each other’s arms.

 

“Deke, why all the secrecy? Why didn’t you let me know you’d be here?”

 

“I wanted you to be surprised,” he replied.

 

“Well, you sure did surprise me,” said Sasha. She stumbled a second.

 

“Are you all right?” said Deke.

 

“Sorry, I’m not the world’s best dancer,” she replied with a blush.

 

“Neither am I,” said Deke.

 

They smiled at each other and laughed as they continued dancing.

 

Not far away, Derek and Nova were dancing sweetly with each other; Nova had removed her dress jacket, and was dancing in her husband’s arms with a protective hand of his on one of her bare shoulders.

 

“This will be a night to remember, Derek,” whispered Nova as she snuggled close to her husband.

 

“It sure will be. You were decorated, honored in public for your sacrifices at the conference…sacrifices that almost cost me your life…” said Derek with a hitch in his voice. He stroked Nova’s pregnant chiffon-clad stomach as they danced. “I’m so glad they’re fine…”

 

“Me too,” said Nova. “But…this gown…it’s beautiful, but it is feeling too tight. I just want to burst out of it when we get home tonight…”

 

“And?” whispered Derek.

 

Nova just smiled back as she kissed Derek on the nose. “I think you can guess what I want tonight…”

 

“Me too…about time I gave you a very belated birthday present…”

 

Nova then blushed and whispered in Derek’s ear. “Yes. The kind I can accept only in my birthday suit…” Then, Nova kissed Derek’s earlobe and nibbled at it.

 

The feeling of his wife’s sweetness made Commodore Wildstar shiver. He responded by sliding his hand down his wife’s back to her bottom as she danced. The touch of his hand there sent shivers down her spine that made her toes curl up with delight as they danced.

 

And so it went as the song played on…and another one began as Deke and Sasha and Derek and Nova danced again…

 


 

After their dance, Deke was surprised again when Nova grabbed him and led him off to a far corner of the room through a crowd where high Government officials and legislators, judges, bureaucrats, and industrial bigwigs were smoking, laughing, and drinking wine, brandy, sake, and other such refreshments. Nova was avoiding those; she had a glass of fruity punch in her hand (although it was garnished with a little paper Japanese umbrella stuck in a pineapple slice).

 

“Nova, why did you drag me away from Sasha like that?”

 

“I have something to give you,” she said as she quickly put a small box into his inner dress coat pocket. “Derek and I were hatching a plot while we danced.”

 

“What is it?”

 

“Oh, nothing much. Just a gift from us to give Sasha?”

 

“Sasha?”

 

“Of course. You were away…we could spare it….and…well…I think you and Sasha have a future together. A very bright one.”

 

“I…the….”

 

“Deke.” Nova said. “She is crazy about you. Don’t deny it. You feel the same way about her. I saw the way you were holding her when I was dancing with Derek. Getting a little harder to dance for long because..mmm…” Nova paused to pat her stomach. “They’re throwing me off balance a bit tonight. And they’re letting me know they like the music. Anyway…I have a vested interest in you and Sasha. After all, Sasha and I are related, so….”

 

Related?” said Deke.

 

Nova blushed and put up her hand. “Oops. You weren’t supposed to know that….uh….she’s a distant relative on Derek’s side of the family. Very long story, but I’m sure Sasha will tell you soon..if she hasn’t already. Has she told you where she’s from yet? Just say yes or no…”

 

“Uh…no….not really….she said something about it being interesting, but…there’s some mystery involved. Nova, what is she keeping back from me?”

 

“Long story….nothing really bad….just….different.”

 

“Nova, is she gay or something?”

 

Nova Wildstar looked at Deke with a look similar to the sort she might have given her Federation Medal if it had started talking to her. “No,” said Nova, who then hid her face in her hands and giggled nervously. “It’s not that at all. I swear, you and Derek…you should get together sometime…”

 

“Uh?”

 

“I had a talk somewhat like this with our dear Commodore back in 2199 when he could not figure out I was wishing on the Voton Star that he’d fall in love with me! You men, you pilots,  are so dense at times! No, Sasha is very attracted to you.”

 

“And I’m dating Derek Wildstar’s ninth cousin to the nth degree?”

 

Then, Sasha turned up. “Nova, Deke, my ears are burning. Like mad. Are you talking about me?”

 

“Yes, but it’s good,” said Deke. “Just weird..”

 

“Weird?” said Sasha. “Deke, what are you and Nova talking about?”

 

“You,” said Nova. “All right, Sasha, the cat?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“He got out of the bag.”

 

“What?” said Sasha, who was looking very annoyed. “Nova, do you have brandy in that damn drink?”

 

“Can’t, I’m pregnant. I slipped because I’m getting stupid in my old age.”

 

“What old age, you’re just twenty-nine! You were sort of asleep when it happened…”

 

“You’re not much older than I am, and you know what I mean,” snapped Nova. Deke was feeling like he was at a tennis match as the two young women argued.

 

“I may be younger than you but I have more sense, even if my mind feels that this whole night is weirder than my dress,” said Sasha. “Nova, how much does he know?”

 

“That you’re Derek Wildstar’s ninth cousin to the nth degree or something like that and I think you’re not from either Japan or America,” said Deke. “If you’re from Russia, I don’t mind that. Petrovsky sounds like a Russian name. Although I never knew Wildstar had Russian relations.”

 

“Derek has relations all over the place, scattered to the four winds,” said Sasha. Then, she decided to use the “Purloined Letter” tactic (expose the truth in plain sight but do not point it out) as she said, “I have family in St. Petersburg, the Tokyo Megalopolis, Boulder, Colorado, Seattle, Washington, Iscandar…”

 

“Iscandar?” said Deke. “Whaaat?”

 

“A relative of hers is assigned to Iscandar,” said Nova in a smooth voice. “It has to do with scientific research and diplomatic relations.”

 

Sasha giggled hard at that one. “Liar liar, pants on fire!” she said, sticking her tongue out at Nova for emphasis.

 

“I’m not wearing pants, I’m wearing a gown,” snapped Nova. “Sasha…remember…”

 

“Oh…yeah,” said Sasha. “Trying to…”

 

“What is going on?” said Deke.

 

“Lots,” said Sasha as she grinned at Deke. “Want another dance?”

 

Deke nodded dully as Sasha pulled him away from Nova, who was shocked and surprised to see her own father there. Nova and Karl Forrester began an animated talk while Derek Wildstar showed up to listen as Deke and Sasha danced again.

 


 

Sasha and Deke ended up back at a table a few minutes later. Whatever apprehension and strangeness Deke had been feeling about Sasha’s possible distant relationship to the Wildstars was alloyed a little by her talking with him and using the sweet spell of her eyes on him as she held him close while they had danced. Deke felt intoxicated by just looking at his girlfriend as they sat there talking while Nova and Derek showed up again at their table. Mark and Holly followed, while Sasha said to Deke, “I will take you where I come from…not too long from now. There’s beaches there with lots of white sand. I think you’d like it.”

 

“Is there surfing?” said Deke.

 

“Plenty of it, although the idea is still catching on,” said Sasha as she felt something digging hard into her toes under the table (the heel of Nova’s dress sandal as she tried to get Sasha to stifile it). “Uhh…what about our future together, Deke?”

 

“You mean?” said Wakefield. “Well…I’d love to know about what you’ll be doing with the Academy…”

 

“Possible early graduation at the end of the semester or sometime in the summer,” said Sasha. “They haven’t made it clear yet. I’m supposed to be doing my summer cruise aboard a space battleship with part of the Fleet, and when I know which ship it is, we can and will keep in touch. And you?”

 

“I think I’ll probably be reassigned back to the Arizona,” said Deke. “Where we are going after that…I don’t know…”

 

“None of us do,” said Derek. “We have no idea where the war is taking us…although it seems to have slowed down…”

 

“Maybe the war will just end with a whimper, not a bang?” said Sasha.

 

“I hope so,” said Nova. “I’d love to have my children at home on Earth, maybe after a short patrol cruise with Derek. I’ve been feeling…romantic lately…”

 

“Me, too,” said Sasha as she looked at Deke. She smiled at him and looked over as Venture was about to say something but shut his mouth.

 

“Sir?” said Sasha.

 

“You were going to say something to Wakefield,” said Venture. “Don’t let me stop you.”

 

“Yes…” said Sasha. “Deke, I love you…lots…and lots…and lots…”

 

“Sasha,” said Deke as he stammered a little. He put his hand in his pocket and felt a small box. It was covered with velvet. He immediately had a good idea what he was being set up to do. He held Sasha’s hands and just looked into her eyes as the table went quiet with anticipation. “I….there’s….something….something I want to ask you, Sasha.”

 

“Yes?” said Sasha in a sweet, quiet voice. “What is it, Deke?”

 

“Sasha…I wanted…I wanted to…just,” he said as he fumbled with the box. Sasha’s eyes lit up when she saw him beginning to pull it out. “Sasha…Midshipman Sasha Petrovksky…I wanted…it is my duty to…I wanted to ask if you’d…”

 

“yes,” said Sasha in a very small voice, completing his thought for him as she unabashedly read his mind and helped him.

 

“…what?” said Deke.

 

“I’m good at guessing things, Deke…I said…”

 

“But, Sasha, I never got to finish…I want to ask you if you’d want to…”

 

“I said yes,” she whispered again. “I can guess what you’re fumbling with, Deke. Not loose change…” she said with a smile.

 

“I…” stammered Deke as he struggled with the box.

 

Then, Wakefield felt a hand on his shoulder as the table went quiet, and he saw everyone around, Sasha included, stopping in their tracks to snap a salute at someone behind him.

 

“I…?” said Deke. “Who..?”

 

“Lieutenant,” said the voice of Commanding General Hiram Singleton as Deke flipped around and immediately saluted.

 

“SIR?” said Deke. He knew he couldn’t say anything to the Commander for interrupting things…when he had been about to propose to Sasha.

 

Deke also thought, Why did she say yes before I got all the words out? Or even the ring? Or did I hear that right?

 

“Sir,” said Sasha in a tremulous, angry, and close-to-tears at once voice. “You’re interrupting something important, with all due respect. Can it wait?”

 

“No,” said Singleton. “Lieutenant Wakefield, I must discuss something with you alone, in confidence. I am sorry for the bad timing, but what we must discuss requires an answer by 2300 Hours if it is to be implemented. Would you come with me, please?”

 

“Yessir,” said Deke after a moment. “Sasha…I’ll be back…I’m sorry…”

 

“That’s all right,” said Sasha as she bravely tried to smile.

 

When Deke left, Sasha put her head on the table and began to cry her eyes out as Nova came up behind her to put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

 

“What a moment for a damn Command meeting!” wept Sasha. “Nova, why couldn’t he have waited…for one minute….? Mother, why could he have NOT WAITED???” she cried as she shocked Nova by balling up her fists and looking up at the ceiling. “Mother, why?”

 

Nova sighed, “Sometimes…things…have to wait in a war…”

 

“But why?” wept Sasha. “WHY?”

 

Suddenly, outside, there was a thunderclap. Lightning came from nowhere outside, and the noise of the clap of thunder from a clear night sky made the whole large hall go silent for a moment. Then, the conversation slowly cranked back up when they realized that Earth was NOT under some strange attack…

 

…as Sasha just sat there and cried and muttered strange things under her breath in some unknown language.

 

Only Nova caught it. She knew at once that Sasha was so upset that she was openly sobbing in Iscandarian to her Mother.

 

And far away, in the Great Magellenic Cloud, her mother had been roused from sleep because of her daughter’s psychic pain. For a terrible moment, Queen Starsha’s rage and pain had actually touched Earth, too far away in itself to harm anything, but enough to terrify many partygoers with lightning from a clear sky at night.

 

“This is horrible,” said Derek as he came over and tried to hug Sasha, only to be pushed away.

 

“You’re right,” said Nova after a long moment. “Absolutely, positively, damn straight right!”

 

Nova then banged her fist on the table in a gesture of rage that shocked everyone there, even Derek.

 

“Derek,” she snapped. “We have to fix this.”

 

“Fix this?”

 

“Fix this so they don’t have to wait?” snapped Nova. “Derek, how do you think I would have felt if I’d been interrupted when you had proposed to me? Even if it was on the bridge of a burning space battleship?”

 

“You’re right,” said Derek as Holly tried to console a crying Sasha. “We can’t leave them here like this. They should have at least been able to finish proposing to each other…”

 

“I’d love to just…I like the Commander…but that was just…horrid,” stammered Nova as she began to cry. She went to Sasha. “Sasha, what do you want? You count more than the rest of us…”

 

“What I’d want…” said Sasha…”Is for him to put that ring on my finger and then marry me tonight. He’ll be leaving tonight, won’t he?”

 

“Sasha, how do you know that?” said Holly.

 

“I just know,” said Sasha. “I can practically hear and see that Commander giving Deke some new damn emergency assignment to some squadron or something. Okay, maybe he has to go. Can’t this suspense end and can’t he become my husband?”

 

“How do we set this up?” said Nova. “Go…to…”

 

“…the President,” said Derek. “It may screw my career, but decisions can be changed. We know that, Nova, Mark….don’t we?”

 

Nova and Venture nodded. “You’ve done it before, Wildstar. Why not do it again? Because if it won’t work out…”

 

“We can steal the Argo again and shanghai you and Deke into space and marry you aboard the ship!” laughed Commodore Wildstar. “If we have to…”

 

Nova clapped her hands and said, “I’m in…”

 

“Have all of you just gone stark raving mad?” said Holly Venture.

 

“I need an assistant pilot if Eager won’t come along,” said Mark. “Holly?”

 

“I..guess…” said Holly. “But shouldn’t you see the President first? And who’s gonna perform a wedding at short notice? I don’t think you have a preacher in your purse, Nova…”

 

“Was I called?” said Father Likanski, the genial priest and chaplain in his EDF greens and clerical collar who had married Derek and Nova as he came up with Karl Forrester in tow.

 

“Oh, thank you, God!” laughed Nova as she jumped up and hugged and kissed the priest and then her surprised father. “You are an answer to an unspoken prayer, sir! Up to some work tonight, Father Likanski? Dad, up to a party?”

 

“Is it for a good cause?” said the priest.

 

“Is this some madcap scheme of my daughter’s, Derek?” said Karl Forrester as he adjusted his glasses and noticed that something good had to be happening if that blonde girl named Sasha had suddenly stopped crying and wiping her eyes. In fact, she was beginning to smile.

 

“Sure is,” said Derek over the music of the band. He noticed the time was now twenty-one forty hours. “Let me explain…”

 


 

Unaware of the change of course outside, a seething and shocked Deke Wakefield sat drinking a cup of coffee alone in a small side office in the huge Presidential House with Commanding General Singleton. They had ended up there after a long, silent walk down many corridors.

 

Singleton said, “I hate to have interrupted things, Mister Wakefield, but what I have to talk about is important. Earth and Iscandar are both in dire need.”

 

“Why?” said Deke.

 

“We have received intelligence from the Gamilons that the Cometine forces are trying to organize some sort of offensive in the Great Magellenic Cloud, and that, even stranger than this, they seem to be at war with each other.”

 

“I thought that Invidia person had an iron hand over them,” said Deke, who felt both guilty and angry as he thought of Sasha crying out there…because of this war. “Why does this affect me, sir?”

 

“Please, Mister Wakefield. Patience,” said the Commander. “Our scientific colony, and the security of Iscandar, are guarded by several Gamilon and Earth Federation fighter groups. Desslok has to withdraw one of them in the next month to supply two new carriers, and another one will have to soon be reassigned to Gamilon. This has created a danger to Iscandar and a political crisis of sorts between Iscandar and Gamilon that we have to step in to fill up. To fill this gap, two Earth Fighter Groups are being reassigned to Iscandar to complement the Groups already there. These Groups are in need of a commanding officer. One of them is scheduled to leave Earth tonight.”

 

“Tonight?”

 

“Aboard the Spacecraft Carrier Wasp, Mister Wakefield. Of course, she will just be ferrying this Group there. This first Group is a Group of twenty-four Cosmo Tiger IIB all-purpose strike fighters/recon planes known as the Trojans,” said Singleton as he pushed a folder at Wakefield. “The Trojans need a Group and squadron leader with a great deal of flight experience and recent combat experience against the Cometines. Scheduled liftoff from Earth is 0800 Hours tomorrow morning, Wakefield. I am offering you this command and immediate emergency promotion to Senior Lieutenant. Will you accept?”

 

Deke sat and thought hard for a moment. Finally, hoping he wasn’t burying his career, he said, “Yessir. I am considering accepting. Upon three conditions.”

 

“They are?”

 

“Sir…,” said Deke as he struggled to keep his temper in check. “First, sir…I ask to be permitted to finish proposing to Midshipman Second Class Sasha Petrovsky.” Deke pulled out the box and opened it. “This was purchased for me to give to her, and I accepted the idea and she seems to have accepted the notion as well. Let me, for the love of God, not leave here without putting that ring on her finger.”

 

“Granted,” said Singleton in a quiet voice with his eyes closed. “Second?”

 

“That I be permitted some time alone with Miss Petrovsky to soothe her feelings tonight. Especially since if I am going to Iscandar, God knows when I will see her again.”

 

“Granted,” said the Commander. “Third request?”

 

“Find me Lieutenant Jere Marrable, if you can. If I ship out tonight, he goes with me, damnit, if he wants to. I need a second flight leader I’d trust with my damn gonads, and that man, well, he fits the bill…”

 

“Granted,” said Singleton as the door burst open and the President burst in. “Hiram,” he said as he shut the door hard. “The Alliance has taken another shot tonight. We have a very upset Princess out there. Said Princess has already conferred psychically with her Mother. We are trying to raise Starsha of Iscandar again right now in my office on the hot line. Prince Consort Wildstar is on the phone here on Earth and Commodore and Lieutenant Commander Wildstar have a solution to this crisis, but…”

 

“Sir?” said Wakefield. “There’s an even more upset cadet out there that needs my help. What does some Princess from Iscandar or one of its allies have to do with this?”

 

“Everything,” said President Mendellsohn. “Singleton,” said the President. “Wakefield is cleared by my authority, to know everything about Operation Shuri Castle and Operation Diamond effective at once. He has the same clearance the Wildstar family has. Total and complete confidence. To be shared only on a need-to-know basis. The Venture couple has the same clearance, along with Karl Forrester, Father Likanski, and whoever else Wakefield and Petrovsky, so-called, may invite to this. If it comes off. It is the Wildstars’ idea. It solves things perfectly. There is a major crisis because of this faux pas of yours alone, your fault, and yours alone, Hiram,” snapped Mendellsohn. “You may have caused a diplomatic rupture tonight by interrupting something that Queen stated to me personally on the communicator was “ordained for two years, and your Singleton…he has just damaged Destiny.” The Royal Family, for the first time, Hiram, we have offended the Royal Family.”

 

“what is going on?” said Deke, who was feeling as if he had just stepped into a big pile of something that smelled very nasty. “What does this have to do with Sasha and I? She is some cousin of Wildstar’s…I think…”

 

“How much did she tell you, Wakefield?” said Mendellsohn. “I mean, Petrovsky. What did she give as an account of herself?”

 

“That she was related to the Wildstars,” said Deke. “What does this have to do with Iscandar? She said she had family serving there, at the base, I think,  but…”

“God,” said Singleton. “One thing at a time! Mister President, how bad is the diplomatic rupture?”

 

“Bad. The Princess herself, who is here, communicated with Her Highness through her link, and she is very upset. Her Highness communicated the news to her husband and Gamilon. Desslok knows of this, too. Desslok is outraged. He has warm feelings and regards for both Petrovsky and Wakefield. There has been word the Gamilon Ambassador may show up here tonight with a Note of Protest. Same with Crown Princess Astra.”

 

“Because I should have kept my big mouth shut for two minutes?” said the impressive figure of the Commander before his President. “Sir, if that is what I have done, I hereby tender you my resignation and my retire…”

 

“Don’t fall on your sword yet, Hiram!” barked the President. “The Wildstars propose fixing this by letting things just play out. He is not going anywhere until tomorrow, right?”

 

“Yessir,” said the Commander.

 

“Then he can stay here a bit longer. Good. Hiram, get Petrovsky in here and leave her alone with Wakefield. When things are done, I will step back in. I think I can make things up for our offended Royals. And tell Petrovsky she can finally tell Wakefield everything. As of right now. Wakefield, you may soon hear some startling news. Tell no one.”

 

“I’ll have Nova bring her in, sir,” said the Commander. “I am not sure I want to show my face around her for a while, and…”

 

“Oh…sorry,” said the President. “Minor matter. Does Wakefield accept the new assignment you offered him?”

 

“Yes….that…,” said Singleton. “Wakefield. Do you accept command of the Trojans?”

 

“I guess,” said Deke. “Okay. Will Sasha explain to me what she has to do with Iscandarian bloody Princesses and Royalty and diplomatic protests? Did some love-struck alien Princess out there see our proposal and get mad when it was interrupted?”

 

“No, it is far worse than that,” said Singleton. “You are about to discover the truth about what you’ve dared to play with.”

 

The Commander left, slamming shut the door.

 


 

VI. SECRETS

 

Presidential House

 

The Tokyo Megalopolis

 

April 28, 2207

 

2200 Hours: Earthtime

 


 

Deke waited. He had no idea how long.

 

It was only nine minutes. A clock in the room chimed twenty-two hundred hours, as Deke abstractedly thought. Five years ago tonight, at this very moment, Dawn began to formally break it off with me after a very bad day together. Is this the night I lose Sasha, too? What is going on?

 

The door opened, and Sasha came in. holding hands with Nova, and looking very sheepish.

 

“Sasha?”

 

“hi, deke,” she said in a very tiny voice. “Your President just ranked me out in his office. But…I couldn’t help it?”

 

“Help what?” said Deke.

 

“There is a lot going on,” said Nova. “Sasha, he’s cleared. Tell him everything…He has to know.”

 

“Yes, Auntie Nova,” said Sasha in a tiny voice as Nova kissed her on the cheek and left.

 

“Auntie Nova?” said Deke.

 

Sasha nodded. “I’m surprised you didn’t start putting two and two together yet, Deke. And I’m so scared.”

 

“Scared of what?”

 

“Scared of what you will think when I tell you…”

 

Deke knelt before Sasha, hugged her, and rocked her for a long time. “Shhhh…I can’t stay mad at you.”

 

“You will be. Okay. They made me do it.”

 

“Do what?”

 

“Lie. You’ll see. Deke?”

 

“We have unfinished business, first, Sasha. I mean to finish this.” Deke swallowed hard and took out the box. “Sasha, if my temper, my warlike actions, my rage, my hatred for the Gamilons, and my contempt for Queen Starsha for using Earth and the lives of our race and my family as a toy to make a point…if that does not scare you away, I, Sasha Petrovsky, humbly ask you if you will become engaged to me for…for the purpose of marrying me?” Deke then opened the box and said. “Sasha…this ring…”

 

“I already told you that I accept…out there,” said Sasha as Deke slid the ring onto her finger. Deke dropped the box, and they embraced. Soft music came up from outside as Sasha said, “Deke, your anger does not scare me. You have every right in the world to be angry at my mother. She should have had Astra come here sooner and offer you more help. And I have argued hard with her about it…where I come from.”

 

“Wait?” said Deke. “How did your mother have anything to do with Astra of Iscandar, the first one…?”

 

“Astra was my mother’s sister. My mother is Queen Starsha of Iscandar, Deke,” said Sasha in a small monotone. “I know you hate Iscandarians. Please do not hate me. I am half-human. My father is Prince Consort Alex Wildstar, Commanding Admiral of Iscandar’s Royal Defense Forces. Derek Wildstar is my uncle. Nova Wildstar is my aunt. I am not Sasha Petrovsky, but Sasha Wildstar, Second Princess of Iscandar, Midshipman Second Class of the Earth Defense Forces. I am half-Iscandarian, Deke. And I am only about three of your Earth years old. I am a member of the Iscandarian Royal Family. I was so upset tonight when Commanding General Singleton interrupted us that I could not help myself and I cried out to my mother through my psionic bond with her. I have offended her. I should be put to death for offending her. And you should have this ring back.”

 

Deke said, “Sasha, I’m sorry. You are NOT giving that ring back, unless you really want to. I don’t want to break off anything.”

 

“You don’t? I lied to you..” she said as she looked down at her toes. Deke, only then, noticed she had taken off her sandals and went barefoot. Somehow, it made her look very small and forlorn.

 

“You couldn’t help it, I guess. But why?”

 

“The Earth Government ordered me to keep this a dire secret from everyone…even you, Deke. Even you. I have been pleading with them and my mother for months to tell you the truth. But they didn’t let me. Until now. Mother finally relented.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“She told me in here, silly,” she said as she pointed to her own head. “Any more questions about your lying, freaky, weird Iscandarian fiancee’ you want to know, Deke?”

 

“Yes. How can you be just three years old?”

 

“Iscandians grow to maturity in their first year, Deke. In one year, I developed from babyhood to the equivalent of sixteen or seventeen of your years old. Then, the rapid aging gradually slowed down and stopped. I am the rough equivalent of twenty-one Earth years old now, if you are wondering. And I’m not a virgin.”

 

“Why do you seem to loath yourself for that? A lot of women..experiment. Like men do.”

 

“I slept with two men. One was an Iscandarian I fell in love with named Talva. He was a sweet young man. He died later in a swimming accident on Iscandar, but I was with him several times. About five. The other time was with a Gamilon.”

 

“Sasha…how and why?”

 

“It was on Iscandar,” sobbed Sasha. “He gave me a drugged drink. The so-callled honorable Gamilon was an officer named Baron Harmen Rizak. He used words, flattery, and a spiked drink to lure me into bed with him. When I woke up, he was doing the most disgusting things to me in bed while I was waking up! It would have made you sick. I ran away from him naked and ran home like that down the beach. Nudity on the beach is not that uncommon amongst Iscandarians. Our beaches are warm, isolated, beautiful, and the surfing is great. When I was very small, Aunt Nova taught me how to swim like that. What upset my father was seeing me crying and naked. He spoke with Desslok. I heard later Desslok slashed Rizak’s vile face with a saber for this violation…”

 

“Never thought I’d say this, but good for Desslok,” said Deke as Sasha smiled a little.

 

She continued with, “And then, Desslok put one of his eyes out and exiled him to a battle area at the edge of the Empire someplace for that. I never saw him again, thank the gooddess. At the space school, I got harassed a lot. Teased, just for having long hair and being female. You have some good people on Earth, and some vile ones. A few other midshipmen played roaming hands with me on so-called dates. You never did. I love you for that, Deke. And, yes, I want to marry you. If you’ll have me. If you’ll have a freak of an Iscandarian ditz who can see into the future and acts weird…”

 

“I sure will,” said Deke. He gulped and said, “I’d marry you tonight if I could.”

 

“You would?” said Sasha as tears of joy ran down her cheeks.

 

“I would…but…where do we get a religious figure or…?”

 

“That can be arranged!” laughed Sasha. “Tonight, then?”

 

“Yeah, if Brew can be here to be my best man,” said Deke.

 

Then, a knock came at the door. “Are you two done yet?” said Nova’s voice through the door. “I hope you two are decent…”

 

“We sure are!” laughed Sasha as Nova peeked in. Nova then opened the door and Sasha got up and hugged her as Deke was shocked as a stunned Brew walked in behind her.

 

“Uhhh…something about a wedding, Deke?” said Brew. “What the hell is up?”

 

“Well, Brew, I am leaving tonight. Mind being assigned as a flight leader and second XO of a Flight Group they’re giving me?”

 

“Not at all. Who’s getting married?”

 

“Us, we think…” said Sasha. “Brew, he wants you as best man…”

 

“Uh…okay,” said Brew as he fixed his blue and red peacoat. “It’s about Goddamned time you got married! Is she your squirrel for good now, Deke?”

 

“Yes, she is my squirrel. Forever and ever,” said Deke.

 

“Hollleee shit,” laughed Brew.

 

“What is this squirrel business?” said Nova.

 

“Long story,” said Deke.

 

“Mind me as matron of honor?” said Nova as she hugged Sasha.

 

“Not at all, Auntie. You’ve been like Mom to me here on Earth…who’ll give me away?”

 

“You father, silly,” said Nova. “We’re agreed, then? You two are no longer upset?”

 

Deke and Sasha nodded, and then they kissed.

 

“I’ll go tell the President,” said Nova.

 

“Thanks,” said Sasha. “And please ask Desslok and Mother to withdraw those silly diplomatic notes?”

 

“I sure will try,” said Nova as she ran off.

 

“Mother?” said Brew. “Girl, who’s your mama?”

 

“Another long story,” said Sasha. “I’m really a Princess and my mother is Queen Starsha of Iscandar and my father is Alex Wildstar…”

 

“Sheeeit,” said Brew.


“It goes like this,” said Sasha as she began to explain.

 


 

Five minutes later, as President Mendellsohn stood in his office with Singleton beside him waiting as he faced down General Kalnaz, a Gamilon Consul from the Embassy in full uniform, and, of course, Alex Wildstar, who stood there in his black uniform and red and black peacoat that looked somewhat like the coat he had worn a long time ago as the Captain of the missile destroyer Paladin. Nova ran into the office and said, while catching her breath. “Mister President, Commander, Deke Wakefield and Princess Sasha have agreed to their engagement, with their marriage to follow as soon as it can be arranged. Princess Sasha asks the Governments of Iscandar and Gamilon to withdraw their protests against the Earth Government for upsetting her and her mother.”

 

Kalnaz and Alex looked at each other in shock and then, Kalnaz said, “I will ask Leader Desslok to withdraw the protest.”

 

Wildstar shut his eyes and said, “Very well. I withdraw our protest pending word from Queen Starsha.”

 

Commodore Wildstar came in, saluted, and said, “Iscandar is on the line, Mister President.”

 

Mendellsohn nodded and flicked on a small panel on his desk. “Ah, Queen Starsha…greetings.”

 

Starsha said, “Alex, I have just picked up your thought. You would withdraw our protest?”

 

“Yes, Starsha. Apologies are being made; Sasha is now betrothed to the young man, Deke Wakefield.”

 

“He is the one I have been having dreams about,” said Starsha. “The one from whom the Shadow is slowly withdrawing.”

 

“Yes,” said Alex.

 

“I hope they marry tonight,” said Starsha.

 

“That is being arranged, Your Highness,” said Singleton.

 

Nova, is she ready for this?” said Starsha. “You know I have charged you with her care.”

 

“Yes, Starsha,” said Nova. “She was upset. I was remiss in letting things be interrupted. But, things are working out. The future, I think, will be bright.”

 

“Good. The future is not clear,” said Starsha. “But, one possible path of the futire I see…I see our child a year from tonight, on a bed, naked, pregnant as you are, Nova, about to deliver Deke Wakefield his child. Now it makes more sense to me. Please let them consumate their marriage tonight, as well.”

 

“I will arange that,” said Nova. “Mister President?”

 

“The rooms I thought I had are not available, after all. Have you room in your home for them tonight?”

 

“We do. And Alex is staying with us,” said Nova.

 

“That makes it better,” said Starsha. “Nova, I know you know how important peace, quiet, and seclusion are for a wedding night.”

 

“I sure do,” said Nova with a deep blush. “They will spend the night at my home, then. After…uh…Derek and I enjoy our night of seclusion..uh….I will even get up to make them all breakfast.”

 

“I like that,” chuckled Alex.

 

“Good,” said Mendellsohn. “Singleton, when was the Wasp scheduled to lift off for Iscandar?”

 

“0800 hours tomorrow morning,” said the Commander.

 

“Hold them until 0900 or 1000, to give Wakefield a little more time; at least the night and morning with his bride,” said Mendellsohn.

 

“Yessir,” said the Commander.

 

“I forgive you, General Singleton,” said Starsha. “I know now you acted only in the trouble of your heart in wanting to assign Deke to his post. I thus consider this matter closed. I…”

 

Then, another signal came in, and the screen split slightly as the image of a familiar blue face appeared. “Ah, General Kalnaz?” said a mellifluous, somewhat mocking voice. “Has the matter of this little insult to Iscandar and to the pilot Wakefield been solved yet?”

 

“It has, Leader Desslok,” said Kalnaz. “The Earthlings’ mistake was not intentional. It was more of a matter of timing than anything else. Starsha is now calm, and her daughter is well, as is, I understand, the Earthling boy Wakefield. They are making plans to let them marry tonight as compensation for the upset.”

 

“Is this true, Starsha?” said Desslok.

 

“Yes, it is,” she replied.

 

“Desslok,” said Alex. “Once again, my little brother and his wife have set things up and smoothed over the rift in the Alliance.”

 

Desslok laughed a low chuckle. “It appears young Wildstar and young Nova may have missed their true calling. They should have been diplomats. But, no. Derek Wildstar is too much like me. A warrior filled with honor. That is why he can do it. Very well, President Mendellsohn. Gamilon considers this matter closed if you do.”

 

“We do, sir,” said the President. “The first squadron leaves for Iscandar tomorrow morning so you can recall your 189th Squadron when they arrive.”

 

“My thanks. My best wishes to you, Wakefield, and Sasha,” said Desslok. At that, his part of the screen went blank. Starsha nodded and smiled once to Alex, and said, “Alex, make our child happy. I was always against her being on Earth. But…it seems…it has served a beautiful purpose, after all. Destiny will not now be disturbed.”

 

“Thank you, Starsha,” said Alex. He bowed his head as her image faded away.

 

“So what do we do now?” said the Commander.

 

“No more thoughts of resignation, Singleton. We need you, and it is forgiven,” said Mendellsohn. “Get my staff in here. We have a wedding to arrange.”

 


 

2300 Hours…

 

 

The lights were dimmed in the President’s office as Deke Wakefield stood nervously before the President’s desk with his heart pounding.

 

Behind the desk stood Father Likanski, who had put a blue stole on over his shoulders. He held a small book and stood in silence. Beside him, stood the President.

 

Nova had cleared a space to the right of the great desk of the President, and she stood there in silence, with an acoustic guitar strapped on over her gown, her feet bare, and with her eyes closed with Singleton and her father beside her. Derek stood near Brew, and behind them stood Mark and Holly Venture.

 

Then, as Deke whispered, “Brew, this waiting is driving me nuts…we’re breathing air way above our pay grades…” two knocks came at the door. “Enter,” said Singleton.

 

The door opened, and IQ-9 came in, carrying a small cushion with what Deke guessed were the rings. The small robot came up in relative silence and then said, “Mister President, Nova, when the second set of knocks comes, it is them. Nova, begin the music then.”

 

“Thank you,” said Nova in a soft voice.

 

A long moment passed, and there were two more knocks. Singleton barked, “Orders, HUT!”

 

Everyone executed an about-face and faced the doors as Nova strummed a few chords, and then began to quietly play a simple, sweet solo guitar version of Mendellsohn’s “Wedding March,” as tears ran down her cheeks as she played her gift for her niece.

 

The door opened, and to the guitar music, Sasha entered, walking on her father’s arm.

 

Deke was shocked and pleased. They had found Sasha an appropriate white gown from somewhere that looked almost Iscandarian. She walked holding a tiny bouquet of flowers, and had no veil, but there were a few flowers in her hair. The gown was simple, unadorned, and stunning. It clung to every curve in an almost innocent fashion, leaving Sasha’s arms bare. The gown went down about to her ankles, and Deke saw her toes showing with each step; she still went barefoot, but she no longer looked very forlorn.

 

Sasha looked solemn, but then she began to smile through her tears as she came up beside Deke. Nova then finished her song as Sasha and Deke turned to face each other before Father Likanski and IQ-9. She and Derek and the Commander, accompanied by her father, then stood behind Sasha and Alex while Brew, Mark and Holly Venture stood behind and beside Deke.

 

Finally, Likanski said, “This is a happy but somewhat out of the ordinary occasion. This is the second member of the Wildstar family I have had the honor of attending at the wedding of. For those who do not know, I officiated at the wedding of Derek Wildstar and Nova Forrester in 2201. It also looks as if, if we come through this war all right, by God’s grace, I will have the honor of attending at the baptism of their children. Mister President, has the Marriage License been issued?”

 

“Yes, under special emergency dispensation, the normal examination procedures and blood tests have been waived, Father. I have also briefed all parties to the true identity of Miss …Petrovsky. There will be two marriage licenses…a public one for the normal records with the “Petrovsky” name on it and a birthplace of “St. Petersburg, Soviet Federal Union,” and the true license, with Princess Sasha’s true name, title, and birthplace, which will remain a classified and sealed court document. Karl Forrester has notarized both documents under Court Rule 825. The Commandant of the Space Fighters’ Training School also agreed to waive Cadet Conduct Regulation 625 and has agreed to a PRP waiver for both Mister Wakefield and Miss Wildstar countersigned by Commanding General Singleton. Miss Wildstar is also granted twenty-four hours worth of compassionate leave for a “family emergency”, and Mister Wakefield has been granted ten hours’ liberty.”

 

“Very well. We apologize for the legalities and delay,” said Likanski. He cleared his throat and said, “Dearly beloved, we stand here assembled in the sight of men and God in order to consecrate the love of Senior Lieutenant Deke Wakefield and Midshipman Second Class, Her Royal Highness, Sasha Wildstar into the bond of holy matrimony. Marriage is an honorable and holy estate, not to be undertaken or entered into lightly. Have you two agreed to consider the needs and wants of the other in this marriage?”

 

“We have,” said Deke and Sasha together as they held hands.

 

“The traditional Church posting of the banns of marriage in public for two weeks has been waived by me tonight. However, we need witnesses who will testify to the good character of the marriage candidates. Captain Mark Venture, do you swear and stand forth for the good character of Liuetenant Wakefield?”

 

“I swear to his good character,” said Venture as he cleared his throat.

 

“Commanding General Hiram Singleton, do you swear and stand forth for the good character of Midshipman Wildstar?”

 

“I swear to her good character, Father,” said the Commander.

 

“Very well. If there be any man or woman present who has just cause why these two should not be married, let him or her speak now or forever hold his peace.”

 

There was only silence. Thank God, thought Deke, who was irrationally afraid of Dawn somehow bursting in and putting a stop to the whole thing.

 

“We shall proceed. They look like they want to get out of here, and this office is very stuffy,” said Likanski as the others chuckled. “Lieutenant Deke Wakefield, do you swear to have and to hold, to love, honor, cherish, and obey Sasha as your lawfully wedded wife?”

 

“I do,” gulped Deke as he wiped away his tears and Sasha’s and looked into her beautiful eyes as she began to smile.

 

“Midshipman Sasha Wildstar, Your Royal Highness, do you swear to have and to hold, to love, honor, cherish, and obey Deke as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health for greater and for lesser and for richer and for poorer, until Death do you part?”

 

“I do,” said Sasha as she wiped away Deke’s tears with a flower she had plucked out of her hair.

 

“The rings,” said Likanski as IQ-9 raised his arms and presented the rings.

 

Sasha took the first ring, a silver ring that fitted Deke perfectly, (and which symbolized the diamonds of Iscandar) and she slid it onto his finger, repeating after the priest as she said, “Deke, with this ring I thee wed…in sickness and in health, for greater and for lesser and for richer and for poorer, until Death do us part…and…well…you know…” She just gave up and smiled at him.

 

Likanski nodded, and Deke took a smaller silver ring and slid it onto a ring finger occupied only by an engagement ring that Sasha had worn for maybe ninety minutes. With the priest’s help, he stammered, “Sasha, with this ring I thee wed…in sickness and in health…for…for…greater and for lesser and…and… for richer and for poorer, until Death do us part…and all that stuff…”

 

Then, Likanski smiled at them. “It is my happy and sacred duty to pronounce you man and wife. Mr. Wakefield, you may now kiss Her Royal Highness Mrs. Wakefield.”

 

Deke and Sasha stared at each other, embraced, and kissed as everyone applauded. Then, a staffer of the President’s came in and said, “Sir, Senator Garrison wants that meeting now, and demands to know what the damn hold-up was.”

 

“Tell him it was personal business,” said Mendellsohn. “Oh. By the way, what just happened here now is classified. You may now leave…”

 

“See you back on the ship…Dekesticks!” laughed Brew. “Man, you are sure one lucky dog! Gonna do the deed tonight?”

 

“What do you think?” said Sasha with a big wide grin through her tears. “We have a spare room waiting at the Wildstars’ tonight.”

 

“Man, you’d better not screw this up!” laughed Brew.

 

“I do not plan to,” said a blushing Wakefield as he kissed Sasha again.

 

Then, the group began to clear out of the office of the President as the business of State went on.

 


 

April 27, 2207 (at the same time)

1950 Hours

Las Vegas

 

 

“Well, what do you think?” said Jefferson Hardy as he hugged Dawn against him in bed. They had a suite in a casino in Las Vegas, in beautiful surroundings.

 

The bedclothes were rumpled, their clothes were strewn about the place, and Dawn lay totally naked (having even taken off her star pendant for once) sweaty, achy, and yet very satisfied on Jeff’s naked stomach like a cat as she lifted a bare leg slowly, wiggling her toes as she felt both a blessed combination of a little pain and much pleasure in her body; the usual portion of a newlywed wife…a young woman who had not been initmate with anyone for many years.

 

“I think you gave us a great time tonight,” said Dawn.

 

“The feelin’s mutual, Missus Hardy,” said Jeff as Dawn traced a little figure 8 around his navel. “Hey…that tickles!”

 

“I like making you smile,” said Dawn. “Aches a little…no one’s been through that particular pair of gates for a few years…”

 

“And…?”

 

“I don’t want to talk about my prior lovers anymore, Jeff. They don’t exist. Only you exist now.”

 

“That’s good,” he said as he kissed Dawn’s hair again. “That’s…very good….”

 

And, at that, they kissed again. They would rest tonight, but not sleep…

 


 

2346 Hours

Tokyo Megalopolis….

 

Nova Wildstar was crying with utter happiness under the warm water of the shower in the bathroom in their master bedroom.

 

She and Derek and the others had been home for maybe ten minutes.

 

In the privacy of their bedroom, the young lovers had shed their formal clothes as quickly as they had been able to without tearing them off.

 

Then, they had ducked into the shower, where they had decided, that with Doctor Sane’s permission, they would begin re-consumating their marriage.

 

Their passion had been quick, insane, and breathtaking. Nova had read about how pregnant women became more…responsive…because of the hormonal changes, but she would have had her socks knocked off (if she had been wearing any) by the sudden intesnity of her responses as Derek stroked and caressed her under the warm water. She reciprocated with him, and there was barely enough time for him to take her standing up in the shower before their dance ended with an explosion of pleasure that almost knocked them over.

 

They were weeping with pleasure a minute later as they dried off.

 


In the meantime, unaware of the goings-on in the Wildstars’ master bedroom, Deke Wakefield was taking a new look at the Wildstars’ living room as Sasha walked him around. (Through her senses, Sasha had a better idea what was going on; she was feeling enough of Uncle and Auntie’s passion to drive her out of her mind, as if being with Deke and awaiting her wedding night was’t bad enough…)

 

When they had gotten here, Nova had asked them to wait for a moment. When they were allowed in to one of the spare bedrooms, they found a sweatshirt and sweatpants of Derek’s laid on the bed for Deke, and Sasha found a shorty white bathrobe trimmed in baby blue with a blue belt for her; it was actually some of Nova’s wardrobe. Sasha had excused herself, going into the small bathroom in the corner of the bedroom while Deke had taken the hint and changed into the battered but comfortable white sweat outfit.

 

Deke and Sasha held hands as they looked at things, stopping every now and then to kiss or hug. Deke was interested in the curios, but he found Sasha’s long bare legs to be somewhat more interesting. She was showing a bit of cleavage at the neckline of the robe, and while they had embraced at one point, Deke had run his hands under the robe at the hem just far enough to find out that beneath the robe, Sasha went naked in a fashion that seemed almost startlingly innocent.

 

A vidscreen was on, and not far away, Alex Wildstar sat in a large recliner in a t-shirt and jeans, holding a beer in his hand and watching some late-night video talk show comedian or host give a dumb monologue he didn’t seem very interested in.

 

“Where’s the man of the house?” said Deke as he and Sasha looked at Alex.

 

“Derek’s getting Nova ready for bed. Little brother did say he’d be out with Nova to give you a few good wishes as you launch the ship of your marriage. Then they have business of their own to tend to…”

 

Then, a moment later, Derek Wildstar came into the room holding hands with Nova. Derek had on sweatpants and a t-shirt, while Nova wore a robe similar to Sasha’s, except that hers was trimmed in pink with a pink belt.

 

“Well,” said Nova as she ran a hand through slightly damp hair. “It looks like we won’t be long…just wanted to say…good night…and good luck to the newlyweds…”

 

“Thanks,” said Deke who noticed that Derek’s hair was also wet.

 

“Auntie, are you all right? You’d better sit down,” said Sasha.

 

“Sorry, just a bit..shaky…long, long day,” lied Nova as she swayed a little on her bare feet, stretched, yawned…and then, her robe popped open for a moment.

 

Fudge,” said Nova as she fumbled around for her belt. Derek ran up behind her and covered the worst of the damage with his hands while Deke gallantly looked down at the floor for a moment. Still, he had seen enough to recognize that even with a baby bump, Mrs. Wildstar still made a rather nice image of femininity.

 

Alex looked at Nova’s stomach and said, “Hmmmm…you know, sis, you remind me a bit of Starsha like that?”

 

“Oh? I’m flattered…I didn’t think I was as tall as she was,” said Nova in a sleepy voice as she yawned again. “Got the other end of the belt, Derek?”

 

“Uh-huh,” he said as he helped her. Sasha grinned when she saw her Uncle looked more embarrassed than her Auntie did!

 

Alex looked on like the older brother he was and said, “It looks like you’re carrying the babies high like Starsha always did. Sasha, your mother looked a bit like that when she was carrying you. I wonder what you’ll look like, when…”

 

“When what?” said Sasha while Derek gave Nova a quick kiss. He finished helping her with her robe while she shook her wet hair.  

 

“When your husband makes you pregnant, Princess? It is bound to happen sooner or later…”

 

“Oh…,” said Sasha as fear ran through her like cold water while Nova and Derek prepared to leave the room. Then, Nova stumbled and fell against a chair, banging her hip against it and falling to the floor abruptly. Nova looked shocked and angry…she had landed rather hard on her butt when she fell. She punched the cushion with a sudden abrupt fist, and then, she just gave up and put her face into the cushion and began to cry while Derek ran to her side.

 

“Is she all right, Derek?” said Alex.

 

“DAMNIT, DO I LOOK ALL RIGHT?” Nova screamed in a voice that made Deke jump.  

 

“You’ll be okay,” said Derek as he kissed her.

 

“Sorry, just landed hard,” said Nova

 

“Yeah…” said Derek. “Just really tired. Nova, I’ll take you back to bed…c’mon…,” he said as he helped her up.

 

Then, they kissed again, and then they vanished, not to be seen again until after dawn.

 

Deke and Sasha then looked at each other and looked at Alex. “I’m all right,” said the older Wildstar. “I’ll finish my beer and get to bed in about half an hour. We have to be up early tomorrow morning. And this is where I butt out. I’m sure you two know what to….do. Now, I strongly recommend, Sasha, you get in there and do it.”

 

“Yessir,” she said, saluting her father.

 

As Deke left, holding Sasha’s hands, Alex winked at him and gave a thumbs-up. Deke did the same, sending back the near-universal pilot’s signal for “have a good mission.”

 

He was sure they would have one.

 


 

In their bedroom, Deke and Sasha faced each other with the door closed and the curtains and shade at the window drawn. Deke had removed his socks, and he dug his toes into the buff-colored carpet, surprised at its thickness as Sasha gently kissed his cheek.

 

“What a quiet place,” he said.

 

“This is my room here when I stay over on liberty or leave and get away from the Academy,” said Sasha. “It’s always been quiet. There have been times I’ve had this whole house all to myself when Auntie and Uncle are away in space. I sort of house-sit for them. Uncle Derek has a beautiful house. I hope ours will be just as beautiful.”

 

“I’ll do my best…my salary…well…it’s not the greatest…”

 

“Don’t worry; I’ll buy it for us here on Earth after the war’s over,” said Sasha as Deke’s eyebrows went up.

 

“I thought you said once you were barely getting by…”

 

“With what I have, it’s true,” said Sasha. “In theory, I have several million credits in some kind of Trust Fund in some bank or something set up by the Royal House. I really don’t know how it works, but I’m very rich on paper. In actuality, it’s very hard for me to access it. I mostly get by on my cadet stipend and a little allowance Nova gives me. Of course, I couldn’t tell you that…but now you know…”

 

Deke smiled. He noticed one sound; the ticking of a small clock up on the simulated-walnut wall of the bedroom near a built-in bookcase. The nautical-looking clock chimed midnight with soft, sweet little bells.

 

“I think that’s our signal,” said Sasha. “Untie my robe,” she whispered.

 

Deke, with shaking hands, undid the bow on Sasha’s robe and let the velvet tie slip to the floor.

 

He finally looked at her naked body for the first time as the clock stopped chiming and April 28th ended at last. A new day had just begun, in more ways than one.

 

Sasha, naked as he had guessed she was, simply popped out of the robe a moment later as she went up on her toes and stretched.

 

Deke looked at her with utter disbelief; he had seen her form many times, swathed in her skin-tight Midshipman’s uniform, but he had never guessed how elegant, long, and curvy she was. Her breasts were firm, round, and quite pert; she had a flat, well-defined stomach, a navel like a doll, hips that curved just right, and thighs and legs that seemed to go on forever.

 

“I’m hot in this,” she whispered as Deke noticed she was trembling. “Please make me naked, Deke…”

 

Deke laid his hands on her shoulders and kissed her cheek, and then her neck, going over to her mouth as he stripped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet.

 

Deke was feeling as if he was going to burst out of his sweat pants when Sasha pulled them down with one hand like a drowning woman.

 

“Those must have been driving you mad,” she said in a soft voice as she beheld him exposed for the first time. “You’re beautiful, Deke…”

 

“Uh…thanks…”

 

“Shirt off, too,” said Sasha as they both worked to strip Deke of his shirt. “Good, good,” she whispered as she cuddled against his well-defined chest and kissed it. “Now carry me to that bed…please…”

 

Deke did so, and as they fell into bed together, they noticed they were shaking.

 

The way Sasha fell on the bed, her legs were natually open for him without an ounce of shame. He lay beside her and began to stroke and tickle her inner thigh as she shifted her leg, shut her eyes, and wiggled her toes. Sasha kissed Deke, and shocked him a little as she touched his most sensitive spot and let her hands wander.

 

“I hope I’m not hurting you,” she said. “I’m really clumsy at this. Kind of…out of…practice…”

 

“Am I hurting you?” said Deke as he finally caressed her most tender parts and saw her gasp. “I’m not exactly in practice, either. Hell, I haven’t been with a woman for five years ago as of today.”

 

“Exactly?”

 

Deke nodded. “My old girlfriend…right before we broke up that day, let me sleep with her one last time in the afternoon. She took it like she was getting a flu shot. I knew then something stank in Denmark.”

 

Sasha gasped, “Deke, what you’re doing to me, does not feel like a flu shot!”

 

They laughed and fell against each other. “Ready?” whispered Deke.

 

Sasha nodded. “But I’m scared. We didn’t think of contraception…not at all. I could end up pregnant tonight.”

 

“Whatever will be, will be,” said Deke. “I’m…scared…too…”

 

“Let’s be scared together,” said Sasha. She smiled and shut her eyes as she opened her legs and awaited her husband as, a moment later, as they trembled with fear and anticipation, he took her with all of the gentleness of a man deflowering an utter virgin.

 

The rest…

 

…was pure bliss….

 

They barely slept at all that night.

 

They did not need to sleep.

 

Nor did they want to.

 


 

Deke Wakefield sort of got to sleep at last around 0430 that morning. His sleep was so hazy and weird and filled with strange dreams that he didn’t know where reality ended and where fantasy began.

 

The alarm went off noisily at 0530. Deke sat up in bed, covered with sweat, covered with all sorts of things, and he was shocked as hell to find Sasha dozing innocently on his chest.

 

“Is it morning, yet, ddeeeekeee?” said Sasha in a tiny, slurred voice.

 

“Then I wasn’t dreaming that part?” he said as he looked at his new bride’s naked body.

 

“Oh, it was a dream, but it was very, very real,” said Sasha as she kissed him. She looked at the clock. “Some honeymoon,” she said with a half-smile and a half-grimace. “0530. That old clock said 5:30 in the morning. You’d better start getting ready. Nova’s up already making breakfast.”

 

“How do you know that?”

 

“I can sense things…hear things…remember? You get the shower first…I’ll follow. Your..uniform…is in the bag. Try not to put your heavy boots on; Auntie doesn’t like us wearing shoes in the house most of the time. The most she wears are slippers or flip-flops when the floor is cold.”

 

“Okay,” said Deke as he kissed Sasha and they parted.

 


 

A few minutes later, after which Sasha followed him into the shower, Deke came out in his EDF blues and socks and he went downstairs to the kitchen.

 

He beheld a scene that made him smile a little.

 

Nova was up, clad in a white minidress and flat pink sandals, and she was busily frying up bacon with one hand at the large stove built into the modernistic countertop while she balanced an enormous bowl of cereal on the counter and attacked it with a spoon as she cooked.

 

“Morning,” Nova muttered with food in her mouth. “Sorry for eatin’ like a pig. Kids are making me so hungry.”

 

Deke looked at the counter and saw a small jar of pickles sitting there. It was empty.

 

“Sorry,” laughed Nova. “That was my appetizer. This Quisp is my salad, what I’m making along with the eggs and sausage and pancakes is breakfast. I made plenty of coffee. Attack the pot. There’s lots of cream and sugar.”

 

While Deke was making coffee (and was grateful for how strong it looked, knowing he had to fly a mission today on little sleep) Derek came in, wearing jeans and an old striped rugby shirt. He grinned wickedly and turned on a rock station at full volume.

 

Nova screamed, abandoned her food, and whipped the nozzle attached to a hose meant for spraying down dishes out of the sink next to the dishwasher. While Derek laughed, Nova squirted his shirt and face with the hose.

 

“Good morning!” said Derek.

 

“Good morning, cowboy of outer space!” said Nova with a big smile on her face. “Why’d you have to scare me like that?”

 

“How’d you know it was me?”

 

“Only you put on that stupid station on the radio,” snapped Nova as she ran over and put on a station playing sprightly chamber music on violins. After Nova changed the station, she stuck out her tongue at her husband and Deke looked very amused as he stirred up his coffee..and then felt very depressed. These two were on leave and would go back to their simple married life together for a bit after Deke went on that Godamned Carrier.

 

Sasha would be here on Earth, waiting for him…by herself.

 

Deke felt very morose as he sat down at the table and drank his coffee.

 

A moment later, Alex Wildstar came into the room; all approximately 6 feet 4 inches worth of him, dressed in a plain white button-down shirt, grey pants, and bare feet. To Deke’s surprise, he looked at Derek and said, “Morning, little brother. Knock knock.”

 

who’s there?” responded Derek.

 

Nova rolled up her eyes, and as she sidled beside Deke, she whispered. “Those two flag officers are idiots. Ignore them. They’re reverting to their childhood together.”

 

“Lettuce,” said Alex in his deep voice.

 

“Lettuce who?” said Derek.

 

“Lettuce in, it’s cold out here. Your turn, Derek!”

 

“Okay, knock knock!”

 

“Who’s there, Derek?”

 

“Isabel.”

 

“Isabel who?” said Alex.

 

“Isabel working, I had to knock!”

 

“BOOO!” yelled Nova. “That one stank!”

 

Then, Nova ran to her food and flipped it in the pan as she heard the chamber orchestra on the radio beginning to play a strings’ version of Bach’s “Passicaglia and Fugue in C Minor.”

 

“Yuk,” said Nova. “I don’t want to hear that this morning.”

 

“Why?” said Deke.

 

“That was Lord Ekogaru’s favorite, played on some mad church organ-like instrument he built into that Fortress of his. He was very weird,” said Derek.

 

Nova finally got a station where some contemporary blues band was playing “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down.” Nova sang along in a cute, sort of sleepy and scratchy alto as Sasha came into the room.

 

She was simply dressed in a blue top, white shorts, and white sandals. She ran over, kissed Deke, and said, “Careful with the hair, it’s still wet, deekee…”

 

“Deekee?” said Alex with his eyebrows going up. “That’s a new one.”

 

“Should I tell them all what Starsha calls you, knucklehead?” said Derek with a grin.

 

“You’d never dare!” screamed Sasha.

 

Misha,” said Derek with an evil grin.

 

Alex glared at Derek while Deke said, “Guys, I’m missing something. That sounds Russian or something.”

 

“It’s Iscandarian,” snapped Sasha. “Diminutive form of rabbit. We have similar animals on Iscandar, called Mishink. They eat the grass on the hills. I once had a white one as a pet. She also uses the English Terran variant of it, best translated as…’honey bunny’…”

 

Deke looked at the tall, imposing form of Alex Wildstar glaring at them, and was incredulous to learn that the Queen of Iscandar called him “honey bunny”.

 

“If this ever gets out in the Fleet,” said Alex. “All of you are dead. Dead, dead, dead!”

 

They laughed at that over breakfast.

 


 

Deke was very morose when they left the house with his bags and DJ. His expensive dress uniform and some other things had been left at the Wildstars’ in the closet in Sasha’s room.

 

Derek was driving, Nova was in the front seat with him, and Sasha sat with Deke in the back of the aircar. For security reasons, Alex had remained at home and said his goodbyes to Deke (his new son-in-law, a fighter pilot like himself..) privately.

 

“This is supposed to be a six-month deployment; maybe longer,” said Deke.

 

“I have that last year at the Academy to complete…maybe,” said Sasha. “I’m going to miss you so much, darling…”

 

They embraced and cuddled. What a damn short honeymoon, he thought. Before they had left, Nova had taken a lot of pictures of he and Sasha together, and quite a few pictures of Sasha alone.

 

Because things were classified, and because Sasha was still a cadet, Deke was also not able (for now) to tell anyone except Brew (who already knew) that Sasha was his wife now. Sasha thought the idea of a secret marriage was rather cute and romantic, but Deke wasn’t sure he felt that way.

 

When they got to the dockyards, Deke shouldered his bags and DJ and began to go up the gangplank. His plane was aboard the carrier already, but after liftoff, after he checked in on the ship and verified his new Group’s flight plans as commander, he would have to fly off the Wasp, land at the fighter base, pick up the rest of his squadron, and then fly them to the ship, which was in orbit. And that would just be the first of his flying chores this day.

 

For once, Deke was not looking forward to flying as they walked down the quay to the Wasp where lots of other loved ones were being seen off by their wives, girlfriends, parents, and families.

 

Sasha held his hand as they walked along in silence. She was smiling, but tears were running down her face.

 

“Why are you smiling, Sasha?”

 

“Trying to cheer you up. But I don’t feel much like smiling…”

 

“Me, neither,” said Deke. Sasha saw that he was crying, too, even though the breeze coming in from the sea was pleasantly cool and the sun was pleasantly warm.

 

It’ll be a beautiful day here on Earth; and the surfing would have been perfect with Sasha at my side, thought Deke. Instead, I have to go on that damned ship…

 

When they got to the gangplank, Sasha was openly crying. Deke looked at her, hugged her, kissed her, and held her.

 

“I wish I could take you with me,” he said.

 

“We know that can’t happen,” she said. But, then a vision came to her mind. “But, I think we will meet again…”

 

“When?”

 

“In the next few months…it is not clear. This is goodbye, Deke, my love, my husband,” she whispered. “It is not farewell…”

 

He kissed Sasha again and stepped away, as a crying Sasha went to her aunt’s arms for comfort. Then, Nova, who was crying herself, hugged both of them very hard, and he got to kiss Sasha on the mouth one more time, and accepted a kiss from Nova (his Aunt Nova, now..) on his cheek.

 

Then, Derek shook hands with him. “We’re going to miss you, Deke. I hope we can beat them soon so we can all be together again…”

 

“Yeah, me, too….sir…”

 

“Oh, cripes,” said Wildstar as he grabbed Deke in a rough brotherly embrace. “Be a great pilot,” he whispered. “Come back home safe to your wife, got that…? don’t leave her a widow…”

 

“I got that, Wildstar,” Deke replied.

 

“Good flying,” said Wildstar.

 

Wakefield stood back, and snapped a proper salute.

 

Wildstar responded, with his face looking very grim under his Naval cap.

 

Deke nodded, and did an about-face and didn’t dare look back.

 

He didn’t know for sure, but he swore when he looked at Wildstar for the last time that tears were going down his cheeks, too.

 

The great hero, the cowboy of outer space, crying for me and Sasha? Deke thought. Must be his way of saying he knows this sucks for all of us.

 

And it does…

 

…it just sucks…

 


 

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