Eternity (Warhammer High)

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Someone else.'s conclusion to his Warhammer High stories.

Eternity

College

Kouthry

Jake sat beside the others in his program in the Kouthry field house. The Institute President was talking about how the man next to you could be your best friend at graduation, and how nothing was more important to a successful career than blah blah blah. As hard as Jake was trying to listen, the occasional outbreaks of excited whispering from his classmates or applause from the audience of adoring parents was drowning him out.

“It’s like they’re the students,” the kid next to him muttered.

“I know,” Jake said under his breath. “Your parents out there somewhere?” he asked.

“Somewhere, yeah,” the other boy said back. He scanned the crowd. “Can’t find ‘em.”

Jake eyed the bleachers. Vulkan wasn’t there in person, naturally, and he couldn’t spot Alpharius or Corax either. Then, that was often the case. Misja was there, he could see, and though he had never met Cora’s or Alpharia’s mothers, the clouds of Treasury agents near them (and more covert plainclothesmen around them) helped him pick them out.

The convocation address drew to a close, and all the students rose and cheered in unison, while the bleachers erupted in flashes from cameras. Jake waved to his parents as the students started filing out by row, and try as he might, he couldn’t find any of the three girls he knew in the crowd. Of course, they were all different programs. Cora was in one of the civil engineering programs, he knew, and Alpharia had mentioned Education. Venus was in Inorganic Chemistry, while he was in Consumer Design and Practices.

His own row was called out, and he walked out of the room with the others from the convocation address. He flinched as he entered the open air of the Kouthry campus, shying from the light and sliding his sunglasses on. Even after an entire summer out of doors, it seemed, his mild myopia wasn’t going away.

“You got bad eyes or something, man?” the other kid asked.

“Eyesight’s fine, I’m just light-sensitive,” Jake said. “My parents got me these sunglasses as a going-away present before I went on a road trip this summer.”

The other kid nodded. “Cool. What’s your name?”

Jake held out his hand. “Jacob Seager. Call me Jake.”

“Aaron Wabash, call me Aaron,” the other kid said, shaking his hand with a grin. “If you were in my block, you’ve gotta be in the design program too.”

“Well, sort of,” Jake said. “Technically, I’m staff here, not a full-time student. I work in the bio labs. I just take classes too.”

“Cool,” Aaron replied. “Do you live in the city?”

“Student housing,” Jake said. Aaron had a look he was quite familiar with about him: old money. From his watch to his clothes to his hairstyle, he looked like a male Lyra.

“Mmm.” Aaron shrugged. “They make everyone live in the student dorms for freshman year. So annoying.”

“Annoying how?” Jake asked.

“It’s so…cramped,” Aaron said. “My closet back home was bigger than my dorm. I don’t mind my roommate, though,” he added as they walked over to the dorm buildings, down the nearly third of a mile road to the residential end. “He’s a cool dude. Smart as hell.”

“That’s always good,” Jake said. “I’m rooming with my girlfriend from high school.”

Aaron glanced over at him. “You got a job at the same place your high school girlfriend went to college? How much did THAT take?”

“Not much. Her dad and I get along really well, and he’s a school sponsor and alumnus,” Jake said. It happened to be true. “Besides, I REALLY wanted to work here. It’s perfect. And staff get a huge discount.”

Aaron nodded. “If you say so. What do you do?”

“I work in the bio labs, like I said, mostly just cleaning up. No research. I start Wednesday. Mostly midday classes for now,” Jake said.

“Huh.” As they wandered down the road to the dorms, the thousands of students in the campus buzzed all around them, partaking in Orientation activities, exploring the campus, and otherwise taking in the gorgeous day. “Lovely campus, isn’t it?” Aaron asked.

“Fantastic. Reminds me a bit of my high school, though, internally. The buildings and shit,” Jake said.

“What city are you from?” Aaron asked.

“Hive Tetra, actually,” Jake said. “I went to school at Imperator, in Startseite.”

Aaron looked over at him, surprised. “You’re a hiver?”

Jake glanced back, a bit coolly. “That a problem?”

“No, just surprised, is all,” Aaron said quickly. “You don’t act like any of the hivers I’ve ever met.”

Jake let the moment drag on before dropping it. It certainly wasn’t any different from anything he had had at Imperator.

As they reached the dorms, both stepped aside as a row of about ninety men in camouflage shirts trooped past. “Reservist guys, I guess,” Aaron commented.

“Or Officer trainees,” Jake said. “Though with the daughters of three Primarchs on campus, there’s some Treasury around too. You see all of them in the crowds at the convocation?”

“Yeah,” Aaron said. He watched the soldiers go with a somewhat disgruntled look, but didn’t elaborate. “Which ones are here again?”

“Venus, Cora, Alpharia,” Jake said immediately. They had been playing cards the previous night, after all.

“Right. Shame Victoria’s not here, too,” Aaron said wistfully.

Jake smiled. “She’s taking the year off,” he said.

“Ah well,” Aaron chuckled. “Any of them in our program?”

“Nope,” Jake said. “You know, they went to Imperator too,” he said. “I was in their class.”

“Oh? Cool,” Aaron said. “Out of how many people?” he asked as they reached the dorm buildings.

“Around a thousand,” Jake said.

“I can’t imagine going to school with the same people so long,” Aaron said. He held the door open for Jake. “This’ll be a learning experience.”

“That’s college, all right,” Jake laughed.

A Treasury agent walked past them as they left, carrying several empty plastic bags. Jake nodded to him as he passed him, but got no response. As they reached the stairs, Jake peeled off. “What floor are you on?” he asked.

“Fourteen,” Aaron said. He chuckled. “Room with a view.”

Jake blinked. “Me too! What’s your number?”

“Zero seven one four eight eight,” Aaron supplied.

“Oh, that’s on one end, isn’t it?” Jake asked. “You get a corner dorm, at least.”

“Yeah.” Aaron tapped for the lift.

“Bah, take the stairs! Commemorate your first day with a workout,” Jake said.

Aaron looked up the massive stairwell. “No thanks."

Jake sighed. “Fine.” The two of them walked into the lift, making room for a group of departing parents, their arms filled with suitcases.

As the doors started to close, however, the ambient noise in the lobby dropped off a bit. Cora emerged from the throng of people around the door and started walking towards the elevator. Jake held his hand over the door and she sped up, sliding in with a grateful nod.

“Thanks,” she said.

“What’s your floor?” Jake asked as Aaron stared, eyes wide.

“Uh, fifteen,” Cora said. “I’d take the stairs, but I have to get this message off before they lock up the package delivery room for the weekend,” she explained. She tapped her pocket. “Damn post office taking weekends off on move-in day.”

“What floor is Alpharia on?” Jake asked. Aaron’s wide eyes turned to him, shocked that he would have the effrontery to ask a Lady Primarch where her relatives lived.

To his manifest surprise, Cora answered. “Top floor, twenty, I think.”

“Heh. There’s a funny coincidence,” Jake chuckled.

“Yeah,” Cora said with a grin. She glanced over at Aaron. “Who might you be?”

“Uhh…A-Aaron Wabash,” the tanned teenager answered shakily. “Your Highness,” he added hastily.

“Mmm. Corvus Cora.” The liftcar fell silent as they arrived on the fourteenth floor and both boys got off.

Aaron heaved a sigh as she vanished behind closing doors. “Well. That was…interesting,” he said.

Jake shrugged. Aaron stared at him in reproach. “You shouldn’t have been so frank,” he said.

“What?” Jake asked.

“You asked her where Princess Alpharia is staying! That’s none of your business!” Aaron said, clearly perturbed by his brush with royalty.

“Whoa, man, cool off,” Jake said, putting a hand up. “I told you, we went to school together. She knows me.”

Aaron shook his head. “Right. Sorry, that was just…and she lives above us?”

“Yeah. Room over mine, actually, I think,” Jake said. “You want to just hang for a while? You look spooked.”

“Sure…why not,” Aaron said, shaking himself loose. “Sure. I should make sure nothing got damaged on the flight, too,” he said. “I flew in from Arcadus, over on the Farwest hives.”

Jake followed his new friend to his dorm and glanced over it. Pure stock, all of it: two elevated beds with computer desks underneath and a holoscreen set against the wall on a table, with a wide window at the end of the room. “I’ve stayed in hotels worse than this,” Jake said. “It’ll be home in no time.”

“No offense, dude, but you live in a hive,” Aaron said.

“Not for the last three months,” Jake said. “I went on a road trip with my girlfriend and a few of her cousins. We were all over the place, none of it hives.”

Aaron picked up one bag and unzipped it. “Still.” He looked over his bed and sighed. “I don’t get why we’re not allowed to bring our own furniture.”

“Besides the fact that they provide you with plenty?” Jake asked drily. “Well, think about the logistics. How would Moving Day look with every student bringing their own shit?”

“True,” Aaron conceded. Jake followed him in and looked out the window.

“Your room has a better view than mine, all I can see is the wall around the school and the buildings past that,” Jake said. “At least you can see the campus.”

“Your room faced east, right? You get the sunrise,” Aaron said.

“Ugh, not with my schedule,” Jake groused. “Up at five, work from six to nine, classes ten to noon and one to five, work from six to seven, in bed by ten.”

“That sucks, all right,” Aaron said. “No time to do your own shit except late at night?”

“Well, yeah, but I get weekends off,” Jake admitted. “That will be homework time, I fear.”

“Hah. Probably.” Aaron glanced back at him and his eyes went wide. “Oh man…don’t look now, but Primarch number two is en route,” he said.

Jake glanced back. “Oh, yeah. Hey, Venus!” he called.

Venus looked up from their door. “Oh, there you are,” she said, walking up to him as every other person on the floor stared. “What are you doing over here?”

“Just meeting the neighbors,” Jake explained. He gestured at Aaron. “This is Aaron. Aaron, Venus,” he said.

Venus stuck her hand out. Aaron went stock-still until Venus shook her hand in midair a bit for emphasis. Aaron snapped free and gingerly took her hand, flinching at the heat. “Nice…nice to meet you, Princess,” he managed.

She sighed slightly. “Yeah, nice to meet you. You in Jake’s program too?” she asked.

“Y-yes, your Highness,” Aaron said.

“Venus, please.”

“Uh…Venus,” Aaron said, shaking his head. “Sorry. Uh, yes, we’re both in Consumer Design and Practices.”

“That’s cool.” Venus leaned back against the doorframe. Her illuminating red eyes flooded the room with light.

Aaron straightened up as his confidence returned a bit. “What are you here for?”

“Inorganic Chemistry,” Venus supplied. “Maybe stay for a Masters, too, I dunno. I’m only on this floor because my roommate is too.”

“Oh. Well…” Aaron said, his seventeen-year-old chemistry and upbringing driving him towards a single converging destination. “I’m looking forward to living with you, Venus,” he said, sliding easily into the effortless schmooze-mode of a born socialite.

Venus shook her head. “No, my room’s down the hall.”

“Right, but I mean on the same floor. Will you be at the floor meeting tonight?” he asked.

“It’s mandatory, so yes. Then I’m heading out to a little get-together in the city,” Venus said.

“Ah, cool. Do you need someone to go with?” Aaron asked.

Venus allowed the faintest hint of a smile to reach her lips as she divined Aaron’s ultimate desire. “No, my boyfriend already said he’d go,” she said.

Aaron deflated, his momentary lifelong dream wilting away. “Ah.”

“Why, did you have nothing better to do tonight?” she asked jokingly. Jake rolled his eyes.

Aaron shrugged, somewhat bashfully. “Can’t blame a man for trying,” he said.

The night-black young Salamander laughed. “Nope.” She turned to Jake. “Can you help with the computer desk? I swear one of the legs is broken,” she said.

“Oh, sure,” Jake said, following her down the hall to their room. Aaron tagged along to see the room looking rather disassembled.

Jake lay down on his back under the computer desk and clucked his tongue. “Ah. Yeah. Gimme a knife or something? The screw’s loose.”

Venus crouched down next to him and slid a pocket knife into his hand. Jake reached up and tightened the screw, then tapped his hand on the leg. It didn’t budge. “Problem solved.”

“Awesome.” Venus grabbed his hand and hauled him up. “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Jake said. “I unpacked quicker last night. Then, I had less to bring. The thing I had to fix was the bedframe,” he joked.

Venus looked back at where their single beds had been pushed together under the window to form a double bed, and the two mattresses laid side by side with a single sheet over both. “Inventive.” It was certainly preferable to the twin beds they had had before.

“Wait, this is your room?” Aaron blurted.

Both of the others looked over at him. “Yeah, it is,” Jake said.

“Then…how did you know his computer desk was broken?” Aaron asked Venus.

“That one’s mine,” Venus said. She gestured at the identical desk next to it. “That one’s his.”

Aaron stared at them both. “…So when you said you came here with your girlfriend from high school,” he said slowly.

Jake nodded, holding in a laugh at the look of stupefaction on the other man’s face. “Yeah.” Refraining from his impulse to do something as cliché as smack her ass, he simply winked at Venus and left her to unpack, closing the door behind himself. “I’ve had kind of an interesting four years.”

Aaron shot the other boy a look of absolute disbelief. “Don’t take this the wrong way, man, but…what the hell hive did you live in that you got a Lady Primarch?”

Jake raised one eyebrow. “‘Got?’ Hey, Venus, can you still hear us?” he asked, his voice at no more than conversational levels.

“Loud and clear,” Venus’ voice said from the other side of the door.

Aaron blushed bright red and scampered back to his room. Jake chuckled and pushed the door open. Venus was sitting on the bed, glaring at him. “Jake, that was mean.”

“‘Got’ you, come on,” Jake said. “Sorry if that was over the line, though.”

She shrugged it away. “I’ll go be nice to him later or something.” She laughed. “I bet you got asked that by half the boys at Imperator, too.”

Jake shook his head. “Not once, actually.”

“Really?” Venus asked.

“Nope.” Jake crossed the distance between them and stood in front of the bed as the door swung shut behind them. “Hmm. That’s a good sign,” he said, looking at the bed where Venus was sitting.

“Hmm?”

“The bed.” Jake gestured. “It’s at the perfect height for me.”

Venus looked down to where she was sitting, then up at him with a look of strained patience that he needed no psychic power to see was completely forced. “Subtle,” she said flatly.

“What? I know how we both like it,” he said playfully. He stood in front of her and grabbed her by the hips, scooting her across the bedspread until her legs fell on either side of him. His hands travelled up to her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. “So…Kouthry,” he said under his breath, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I’m fucking stoked.”

“Yeah.” Venus hugged him back. “Your schedule is nasty, though.”

“I’ll deal,” Jake said. “We had a worse one on Fenris.”

“You weren’t getting paid to work on Fenris,” Venus pointed out.

Jake squeezed her shoulders. “I’ll make it work. Trust me, I’m not letting your Dad down.”

“Or me,” Venus said. Her voice was confident and even eager. “I’m looking forward to this too.”

Jake knelt before her at the bed. “Say, this is a good height for you too,” he said playfully. “Think they design the beds at the perfect level for sex on purpose? It is a college dorm.”

“They’re supposed to be bunk beds,” she giggled, “but they are modular, so who knows?”

“Good thing I gave you that step-by-step lesson about silence back before the road trip,” Jake said solemnly. He rose to his feet. “I’m sure you remember it well.”

Venus rolled her glowing eyes. “Quite. Eidetic memory, gotta love it.”

“You bet. We’ll need all the help we can get to survive in this den of dangerous and well-moneyed social predators,” Jake said. “I mean, that guy didn’t even check to see if you had a last name and he was already fantasizing about spending…gasp…TIME with you!” he said, all fear and worries.

Venus stared at him with all the emotion of a block of rock salt. “Jake, I know you’re excited, but try to restrain yourself,” she said flatly.

“So sorry, dearest, but I extract such a joy from alarming the Terran rich with my tawdry and low-born origin stories,” he sighed. She snorted. “Oh, all right, fine, no more games,” he grumped. He smiled suddenly, stepping back from the bed a bit. “The floor meeting isn’t for four hours,” he said. “What did YOU want to do until then?”

Venus looked away, as if conceding the point was a major effort. “Well, I suppose your idea isn’t ENTIRELY without merit,” she said under her breath.

That evening, both teens were sitting in the chairs in the floor lounge when the last of the residents wandered in. The RA clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “All right, folks, welcome aboard. Before we get started, I want to thank your Orientation Assistants for getting us this far,” she said, waving to the group of upperclassman volunteers who had shepherded the freshmen about. As they acknowledged the hearty applause directed at them, the RA gestured in turn to the two older people standing near the doors. “And I’d also like you to thank the two tireless Facilities staffers who keep our floor clean. So, thanks to Ally and Keiko!” she said, waving to them.

The two custodians waved to acknowledge the good-natured clapping of the assembled students. As it died down, the RA turned to Venus to introduce her to the other students, only to see her shake her head and draw a horizontal line in midair. The RA blinked, but didn’t miss a beat. “Well, now that we’re all here, I think it would be a perfect time to lay down the two campus rules, then do some icebreakers. So first, I’ll start us off: does anyone remember Nicholas? He moved in yesterday,” she said.

A few people nodded. “Great. Well, forget him: I’ve already had him expelled for coming in stone drunk,” the RA reported. Several people made noises of surprise or disgust. “Yeah. So there’s rule one: no drinking on campus. Rule two, and I suspect this one will be bigger: violators of the quiet hours rule will be penalized with academic demerits,” she said. “I mean it, folks, silence is golden. That said, outside of quiet time, doors should be open! We’re living together, we should all get along. My door is always open, too, if anyone needs to talk,” she concluded.

“Now, let’s get the icebreakers underway,” she said. “I’ll start us off. I’m Angela,” she said, eliciting a grin from Jake and Venus. “I’m from New Arks, so I’m a townie. I’m a fourth-year Composite Design major. My favorite color is green, and my favorite song is ‘Cascade,’” she said. “Who’s next? And remember that this is no-décor. We’re all friends all here.”

A few other students introduced themselves in turn, until Jake piped up. “I’m Jake. I’m from Hive Tetra, went to school in Startseite. I’m a freshman in the Consumer program. My favorite color is blue, my favorite song is ‘Underneath the Citadel.’”

Venus spoke next. “I’m Venus. I’m from Startseite too, and I’m a freshman in Inorganic. Favorite color…never thought about it, guess it’s green. Favorite song would be ‘Black Sands,’” she said.

“Wait, if you’re Inorganic, how come you’re on this floor?” someone asked.

“I made a roommate request,” Venus said with a shrug.

After the other students made their own introductions, the RA clapped for attention. “All right, my friends, that’s that. I’m sure you all have things to do before quiet hours, so I’ll see you all tomorrow,” she said.

The group broke up slowly, as people wandered off chatting. Venus stood and stretched, idly flipping open her vox. “All right…Jake, you wanna go track down the others?” she asked. “Looks like a message from Cora here.”

“I ran into her in the elevator, too. I think I do,” Jake said. He checked his own vox. “Oh, hey…message from Alex.”

“Alex? What’s up with him?” Venus asked.

“He shot me a notice that he’s sending me a package,” Jake said. “Huh. Well, we’ll see what it is when it gets here.”

Above, Alpharia settled on her bed. The dorm was a bit stifled, to her tastes, but only because of its other occupant. Her roommate, it seemed, was incapable of parting with her mountains of furniture. Her name was Maria, it seemed, from somewhere in one of the satellite cities of the Iberos hives, and she smelled like a hoarder to Alpharia.

But maybe that was just because she had only ever had one roommate herself before. Her sister Omegan was off at another school entirely, now, and Alpharia was alone. There were a few moments when the idea of being cut off from her twin felt like a punishment, almost, especially since her sister’s emotional troubles were only eased by a familiar environment. Still, what was done was done, and now they were starting new lives apart.

Maria bounced back into the room with yet another armful of crap. “Do you mind if I just put this in the closet?” she asked.

“Yes,” Alpharia said. “I do mind. That’s my closet.”

“But…you haven’t put anything in it,” Maria pointed out.

“Not yet. I will,” Alpharia said. She looked at the teetering piles of things on Maria’s half of the room. “Isn’t the point of college starting afresh, without the burdens of mementos weighing you down?”

“I know I’ll use all of it!” Maria exclaimed.

Alpharia stared at the piles of suitcases and carry-alls. “Sure.”

The door knocked. Maria turned to the eyehole. “Uh, it’s some guy I don’t know,” she said.

Alpharia stepped past her to open the door. The non-descript man beyond immediately smiled. “Alpharia.”

“Hi, Graham,” Alpharia said happily. “Seeing me off?”

“Yes,” the plainclothes Treasury agent who had been Alpharia’s shadow for thirteen years said. “I’m flying out to see your sister tonight, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

“I will be, if we can get the territorial disputes settled,” Alpharia said cheerfully. “Same thing that’s happened at every college since the dawn of time.”

“Grand.” The Treasury agent shook Alpharia’s hand once. “Goodbye, Alpharia. You take care now.”

“I will,” Alpharia promised. The guard bowed briefly and walked away.

Alpharia let the door shut and sighed. “My ex-bodyguard.”

“Wow.” Maria stared. “What was it like growing up with one of those?”

“I don’t know. Not like I have anything to compare it to,” Alpharia pointed out. “But we all got to know our guys pretty well. Trusting someone with your life like that tends to make an impression.”

The door knocked again. Alpharia peeked through the keyhole to see the hallway empty. She opened the door, curious, to see Cora standing there in plain view, smiling innocently. “Hey, Alpharia,” she said happily. “All moved in?”

“Did you duck below the eyehole or something?” Alpharia asked.

“Perhaps. Come! Dinner! Schmoozing!” Cora proclaimed. “Just you, me, Jake, and Venus, dinner in the Furnace.”

The white-haired girl blinked. “What the hell is the Furnace?” Alpharia asked.

“I’m told it’s the nickname for the dining hall in the basement,” Cora said. “Because of the split-level windows that face east.”

“Charming.” Alpharia shrugged. “Sure…I guess.”

“Awesome, grab your shit.” She peered past Alpharia to where Maria was arranging her computer things. “Are you her roommate?”

“Yeah, I am,” Maria said. “Who are you?”

“Cora,” she answered. Visually, she couldn’t have been more of a contrast with Alpharia, either: hair darker than Venus’, skin paler than Jake’s, while Alpharia had her mother’s white hair and her father’s eternal deep tan. “Want to come along?” she asked.

“No thanks,” Maria sighed. “I have so much unpacking to do.”

“Sure. Later,” Cora said, steering her cousin out into the hall. “By the by,” Cora said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial level, “have you seen the others on your floor making the same mistake as they are on mine?”

“What mistake?” Alpharia asked.

Cora affected surprise. “Why, addictions, of course,” Cora said. “Now, I may have a cogitator in my arm, but these kids have them in their eyes. Look at that,” she said, pointing into one open room, where two boys were already clicking away on their computers. “First day in college and they’re not doing shit with each other, they’re just type-type-typing! Shameful,” she said with a shake of her tightly-cropped black hair.

Alpharia managed a tiny grin. “Gad you’re having fun, at least,” she said as they entered the stairs.

“Oh yes, Alpharia, lots of fun,” Cora said. “So many new things to do.”

“That’s good,” Alpharia said. “I’m still a bit nervous.”

“You? Nervous? What for?” Cora asked.

“Just…I dunno. I like new things too, I just have a lot of trouble making friends in new places,” Alpharia confessed.

“You’ll be fine,” Cora said confidently. She smiled wistfully as Angela’s words from nearly four months before returned to her. “Angela was right. This is exactly what I needed.”

“Yeah? What did she say?” Alpharia asked.

Cora grinned coyly. “Oh, nothing,” she said.

Jake dropped into a seat at his table with a tired sigh. The others looked askance at the pile of food on his tray. “Getting a headstart on the Freshman Fifteen?” Venus asked.

Jake glanced down at the food. “Uh…now that you mention it, this is a bit much,” he said. He shrugged. “Well, I just won’t have dessert.” He chuckled self-effacingly. “I’m still not used to the idea of a place where you can have literally infinite food.”

“That will wear off quickly,” Alpharia said. She sipped at her soda and discreetly glanced down the long table. Groups of other students were throwing glances their way, but none had worked up the stones to talk to them.

Venus made a choking sound from across the table, and her eyes widened. “Oh my…look. Slowly. Turn around and look carefully at the guy at the pasta bar.”

The others turned to see a man in a ragged-looking shirt and no shoes at all waiting in line at the pasta counter for his food. He seemed oblivious to his state, which was disheveled at best.

“Oh, exquisite, we’re sharing our food with a caveman,” Alpharia said. “That’s always good to know.”

“Pay seventy five thousand credits every four months to come to this place and he can’t even justify shoes,” Cora said. She turned back to her own food with a shake of the head. “His parents must be so proud.”

Jake shivered. “Fuck, is that what you people are paying? Remind me to send another thank-you to Vulkan.”

Cora chuckled. “I’m on a scholarship, too, it’s just token. Something to put on a resume. No actual money.”

“Then…what’s the context?” Jake asked, confused.

“The Ralner Memorial Forensic Scholarship,” Cora explained, shoveling mashed potatoes into her mouth as she did. “I was a forensic science nut in junior year.”

“Surprise, surprise,” Venus said drily. “Still, that’s pretty cool. Does this school have a forensic science program?”

Cora shook her head with a smirk. “Know what my department head said when I asked him that?” “What?”

“‘No, dammit, and that stupid holo program about forensics means that someone asks me that every year,’” she said in a forced, somewhat whining voice. “I mean, he’s ex-Mechanicus, I can’t blame him, but still,” she added.

Jake smirked. “Perceptions from holos probably throw a lot of things when it comes to criminal justice,” he said.

Venus’ eyebrows rose as Aaron appeared at the end of the table and hesitated. He started to sit down, far from the Royal trio, when, to his astonishment, Venus beckoned him over. Disbelief etched on his face, he picked his tray back up and gingerly sat down beside her. Jake kept a grin at the poor kid’s expression carefully hidden.

“Aaron, right?” Venus asked.

“Yes, Your…Venus,” he said. “Sorry about my presumptuousness before,” he said contritely.

Venus’ eyes flicked over to where Jake was determinately not listening. “You were baited. Forget it. We still have to floor together.” She turned to smile at him. “Might as well be friends, right?”

Aaron stared at her for a moment before hesitantly smiling. “Thank you, Venus, that’s very kind.”

Venus shrugged, digging into her food. “So, where you from?” she asked.

“Arcadus,” Aaron said. “A city built over the Farwest hives.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s the one with the gigantic museum in it, right?” Cora asked brightly.

“Yes, it is,” Aaron said. “Have you been?”

“Nope. Always wanted to.” She downed her drink and stared over the rim of the cup at the others in the room. “Quite a mix in here. That’s good.” “Mix of what? Majors?” Venus asked.

“Planetary origins,” Cora said. “It’s all in the accents.”

“You can pick them out at this range?” Jake asked.

“Some more than others.” Cora shrugged. “Still. I was afraid it would all be locals.”

“Why?” Alpharia asked.

“Nothing wrong with locals, but part of the idea of college is to be exposed to new stuff, right?” Cora asked.

“True enough,” Alpharia said. She rose from her seat. “Well, I’ll see you guys around the campus, I guess.”

“You’re leaving?” Cora said. “Stay for dessert!”

“No thanks,” Alpharia said, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. “I should go make sure Maria didn’t occupy my closet or something.”

She walked off with her tray as Jake looked pensive. “‘Occupy My Closet’ would be a great name for a band,” he observed.

“It would,” Venus agreed. “Do you keep a list of these things?”

“Nah, I just forget them after a while anyway,” Jake said. “I’m a shit musician anyway.” He glanced over at Aaron, who was still avoiding eye contact with the girls. “You play anything?” he asked.

Aaron blinked. “Er, no. Never had the patience for it.”

“I played bit of guitar when I was a kid, but I hated practicing,” Cora said idly. She bit into her popsicle dessert as the number of people in the room started rising. Some Orientation activity must have just let out. “Venus is more into percussion,” she quipped.

“If you can play it with hammers, I’ve mastered it,” Venus said, straight-faced.

“Man, we’re on a roll tonight,” Jake said. “‘Playing with Hammers’ is also excellent.” Venus choked on her water.

“I will end you,” she said, glaring daggers at her boyfriend. Jake sniggered.

Let's Meet Grandma

Christine Donnelly coughed as the nurse adjusted her IV drip. “Good morning, Thomas,” she said to the nurse.

“Good morning, Doctor Donnelly,” the nurse replied. “How’s your throat today?”

“Sore,” Christine said ruefully. “Very much so.”

“I can get you a bit of painkiller if you think it would help,” the nurse commented.

“No, I want to have breakfast first,” Christina said from her chair in the room that constituted her world now.

A quiet knock on the door drew the nurse’s attention. He peeked out the eyehole, then looked back at Christine. “Ma’am, there’s a guest here for you. Your husband, I believe?”

“Let him in,” Christine said, straightening up happily.

A man in a somewhat faded-looking Imperial Army jacket appeared at the door, grinning faintly. “Hello, Chris,” he said softly. The orderly made his discreet exit.

“Honey! Come here,” Christine said, rising to her feet. She hugged her husband around the shoulders, showing surprising strength in her failing arms. “Thanks for coming in. How did it go?” she asked.

“The procedure was a success, Wally’s fine,” Eric said. “And look,” he said, digging a packet of holos out of his pocket. “I brought some ultrasounds of Mizuki,” he said. “She’s coming well on her way,” he said.

“Aww, she’s only three months from due, isn’t she?” Christine said, looking over one of the holos. “Hard to believe. I feel like Hajime and Alice only met a few days ago, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s been longer, though, I’m pretty sure.” Eric shook his head as he took back the holos. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, I haven’t,” Christine said. “Have you?”

Eric smiled. “Actually, I invited Jake and his girlfriend to join us, if you’re all right with that, and she wanted to cook.”

“Jake, and…Lady Primarch Venus?” Christine’s eyes widened, and she stole a look at the hallway outside. “Oh, you didn’t.”

Eric’s grin grew wider. “You could say no, but Jake’s only in town another day before he has to go back to school, and he wanted to introduce her to you.”

“And it’s not a bother to her?” Christine asked.

“No, she wants to meet you too,” Eric said. He snorted at his wife’s expression. “I know, I know, but she’s a really nice girl. She wouldn’t be put out.”

“Well…I guess I’d like to meet her too,” Christine said.

“Good, because she’s on her way with Jake,” Eric said brightly. Christine sighed, well used to her husband’s antics.

A few minutes later, Jake arrived at the little apartment where Christine lived in the hospital of his hab, a bag of food under his arm. Venus tagged along behind him, being stared at by everyone in the halls and ignoring them, by and large. “So just so I don’t trigger any awkward pauses,” Venus said under her breath, “what exactly is she in for?”

“Gerbin’s Disease, degenerative ligament disorder. She’ll have trouble standing and talking, but not much else,” Jake said in the same tone. In a more normal voice, he continued. “She’s a doctor, by the way, in Architecture. So it’s Doctor Donnelly.”

“All right.” Venus lifted her own bag of goodies and squared her shoulders. As they approached the room, Jake knocked once and waited.

“Come in,” his grandmother said.

Jake pushed the door open and grinned. “Hi, Grandma,” Jake said, dropping his food on the table by the door and walking over to her.

Christine rose to her feet and hugged him despite the visible strain it caused. “Hello, Jake,” she said back. “How’s Kouthry working out?”

“They’re really working us in the labs, but it’s fun,” Jake said. He retrieved the bag of food and delivered it to the counter in the tiny kitchenette of the two-room long-term-residence apartment. Venus appeared at the door with her own bag, and Eric had to place a restraining hand on his wife’s shoulder to keep her in place.

“Doctor Donnelly? Hi, I’m Venus,” she said, walking up to where Christine was sitting and inclining her head. “Nice to meet you in person.”

“I’m honored, your Highness,” Christine said, averting her eyes from Venus’ fiery gaze.

“The honor’s mine,” Venus said, setting her food down on the same table where Jake was busily preparing the meal. The food they had brought was no banquet, but compared to the reprocessed protein blocks that constituted food in the hives, it was gourmet cuisine. “Jake and I are having a lot of fun at Kouthry,” she continued. “Where did you earn your doctorate?”

“Here, your Highness, 19889 Polytechnic,” Christine said.

“Cool. And call me Venus, please,” she said, dragging up a chair.

Jake spoke up from the kitchenette. “Hope you guys are hungry, I think we may have brought too much,” he said, bringing the tray over to where his grandparents were sitting.

As they ate, Jake was practically bursting with anecdotes and stories to share. “I never thought the Mechanicus would allow a private school to have such broad-capacity gene sequencing equipment, but they do. And the labs are so generalized, you can do any sort of research in them if you have a bit of preptime,” he said eagerly.

“That’s nice to hear,” Christine said as Eric munched on his toast. “Do you like the classes too?”

“So far…well.” Jake looked aside for a moment. “Kind of. Some of my teachers are clearly just there to do research. But the ones who really like teaching? Sure, I like their classes.”

“That’s good.” Christine finished her toast with some difficulty. Jake tried not to look like he was staring. Eric barely noticed. “What about you, Lady Venus?”

“Just Venus. And I love my classes, but I think I picked the wrong minor,” Venus said. “I had this crazy idea that Criminal Justice was a good minor for me.”

“You don’t like it?” Christine asked.

“It’s kind of samey, that’s all. It’s just the teachers, the subject is fascinating,” Venus said. “I think I’ll switch over to Sculpting instead. I prefer working with my hands.” She held up her palms to reveal the tracery of tiny scars, burns, and other marks of hard work that she had earned with nearly fifteen years of forging.

Christine stared. “Goodness. Your hands look like a map of Terra.”

Venus smiled. “Well, I’ve been working in a forge or welding since I was four. It shows.” She lifted a tiny golden bauble from her pocket and placed it on the table between them. “Here. Look.”

Christine lifted the little golden object and looked it over. It was a pendant, she realized, embossed with two golden letters: E and C.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Christine said. “You made this yourself?”

“I did. With some assistance from Jake,” Venus said. “He provided the holo.”

“Holo?” Christine looked askance at the seemingly solid piece of metal, until Jake gently took it from her hands and pressed the clasp that held the chain.

The pendant swung open, becoming a locket. Inside was a tiny holo of Eric and Christine standing together at their anniversary party just before Christine had been hospitalized.

Christine looked up at Venus, as did Eric, both stunned. Venus smiled. “Call it a gift,” the pretty young Salamander said.

“Oh…oh, your Highness, I couldn’t even…begin to…” Christine managed. Eric felt his eyes tearing up.

“Hush. I make these things because I love doing it. And what good is making them if you don’t share them?” Venus asked. She decided not to mention that it had been the work of perhaps an hour in her forge, the first place she had visited upon coming home the previous day from the distant college where she lived.

Eric covered his mouth with his hand, stifling his tears, as Christine clutched the golden chain with her shaking hand. “Venus, I’m…overwhelmed,” Christine said, starting to tear up herself.

“Good. I hope you like it,” she said happily, and returned to making herself a bagel as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

Jake and Venus didn’t stay much longer. Both had work to do before they went back to school, and Jake had promised Vulkan a full report on the lab Vulkan had ordered built with his money on the Kouthry campus. As they stood up to leave, though, Jake hesitated. “Venus, baby, I’ll see you in the car, all right?” he asked.

“Sure. Goodbye, Sergeant Donnelly. Nice meeting you, Doctor,” she said to the Donnelly couple at the table.

“Thank you so much for this, Venus,” Christine called after her.

“You’re very welcome,” Venus said, as she vanished out the door.

Jake turned to his ailing grandmother. “How are you doing, Grandma?” he asked quietly.

“Jake, sweetheart, did you tell Her Highness I would have liked this?” Christine asked, staring at the little pendant.

“Nope. She’s just a sweetheart like that,” Jake said honestly. “You know jewelling is her hobby, right?”

“But I met her today,” Christine said, clearly having as much trouble coming to terms with the fact that she had been given a gift by a Lady Primarch as any hiver would.

“And she’s a sweetheart like that,” Jake repeated, grinning. He stood. “I watched her make it, you know. That’s twenty-two karat solid. She has entire drawers of jewelry she makes every time she comes home.”

Christine stared. “You’re in good hands, Jake,” she said at length, a smile appearing on her face at last.

Jake grinned. “You’re fine too, then? Good,” he said. He leaned down to hug her. “I’ll see you at the end of the next break, all right?”

“Absolutely, Jake, and tell her not to bring me anything next time, I’d feel terrible if she made a habit of this,” Christine said.

Jake snorted. “Okay.” He turned to his grandfather. “All right, Grandpa, I have to run. Goodbye,” he said, shaking his hand.

“Goodbye, Jake,” Eric said. “See you in a few months.”

As Jake walked out the door, Christine sagged back into her seat. “Wow.”

“Yeah, she’s quite something,” Eric said. “This was as much a surprise to me as it was to you,” he added. “It’s gorgeous."

Christine held it up the light over the table. “Isn’t it?” she asked. “What a fine gift.” She pressed the button on the top of the locket again, and it popped open along an invisible seam, to reveal the picture of the two of them in their finest at the dinner. “Do you want to keep it at home? I’m afraid I’ll lose it here.”

Eric shook his head. “No, no, keep it here. I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said.

The two of them sat in silence for a while, looking at the locket. The image of the two of them didn’t fade at all, and reflected the love they shared as brightly as the gold of which it was made.

The Visitor

One evening, as Jake and Venus were just sitting down for dinner in their apartment, there was a loud banging on the door. "I'll get it!" Jake called out, wondering who it could be. He pushed the door of the tiny apartment he shared with Venus open and looked at his guest.

Before him stood a man in an armored bodyglove of studded leather and armor links, with a waist-length cape of mustard yellow hanging from his shoulders. It took him a moment for Jake to recognize him. “Julius?” he asked.

“Hetman Pius.” Julius smiled. “Good to see you, Jake, it’s been a while.”

Jake leaned back in his chair and gauged the board in front of him. He was getting reamed.

Julius slid a piece across one of his and captured it. “So, it’s been a rough start, but it’s getting smoother. This is luck, really,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting to get leave on Terra this soon.”

“We’re glad you did,” Venus remarked from the couch in the apartment.

“Yeah, it’s been too long,” Jake said, sliding a piece out of danger. “When do you find time to practice at checkers?”

“It’s the fastest board game to set up,” Julius explained.

“I guess.” Jake watched as Julius moved a piece into position to bait out one of his kings. “So…you’re already a Hetman?”

“Technically. I’m kinda new, though, so I’m hardly high up on anyone’s priority lists,” Julius said.

Jake moved a piece, refusing to take the bait. “Not what I hear.”

“Pardon?”

“I hear the Uxors make a ‘priority’ out of every Hetman they hire,” Jake said mildly.

Julius rolled his eyes. “Give it a break.”

“Gotta say, you’re the envy of rather a lot of Terran men right now,” Jake continued. “Armfuls and armfuls of fresh, lascivious young psychic women around every corner.”

Julius glared at him. “Shut up.”

“Never a chilly bed, never a restless night,” Jake said dreamily as Venus chuckled.

“Shut your damn fool mouth,” Julius muttered. “They’re all bloody crazy.”

Jake sighed wistfully. “And no ovaries! You can boink all day, and never hear a baby’s squeal.”

Julius grimaced. “They’re all nymphomaniacal psychic killing machines. Trust me. The risks outweigh the rewards.”

“You really do make a habit of looking gift horses in the mouth, don’t you,” Jake laughed.

Julius glared at him again, but he couldn’t hide a smile. “You’re not an easy man to distract, are you, Jake?”

Jake lurched backward, his eyes flying open. “What?! Who are you?!”

Venus buried her face in her hands. Julius rolled his eyes. “Funny, mate.”

“I know, right?” Jake looked back down to the board. “So what brings you by, anyway?”

Julius sighed. “To be honest, my deployment orders are looking harsh. I may not get a chance to drop by Terra for a long time. Eighty Geno companies are off to some hole called 63-30, to polish off a mutant enclave that escaped the Sixtieth Expeditionary Fleet in the First Great Crusade.” He moved a piece and kinged it. “It’s really a chance to say goodbye to everyone, since I have no idea when I can come home again.”

Jake stared. “Wow. Which Astartes unit is attached?”

“Why would we get one?” Julius asked, a trace of bitterness in his voice. “We’re on our own, Army and Navy. No Astartes.”

“Harsh sounds like the right word.” Jake looked up at him. Julius seemed more resigned than angry. “Well, then we’re glad you could stop by.”

Julius nodded. “I am too, my friend.”

The Proposal

It was funny, really, how the question hadn’t felt sudden at all.

They were sitting at the counter of the apartment they shared at Kouthry. Jake had had the first shift rotation at the labs in the biomedical sciences building, so for once they had risen together. The smell of the tea Venus was drinking drifted into the air, filling the room with a fragrant steam.

Jake looked up from the slate he had been reading, a thought drifting into his mind. “Venus…I just thought of a question,” he said.

“A dangerous pastime,” she remarked.

“Why haven’t we gotten married yet?” he asked.

Venus looked up at him, her eyes widening. “I…we’ve been busy, you know.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we have…but the school year ends in one week,” Jake reminded her. “This summer, we could just pick a date.”

“I guess…we did talk about it, didn’t we?” Venus asked. She set her teacup down and cradled it in her hands. “Wow.”

“I know.” Jake leaned over the tiny breakfast table and squeezed one of her hands. “So…will you marry me?” he asked.

Venus looked up at him and smiled. “Of course.”

Jake brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, resting it against his lips. “Then…let’s,” he said.

Venus stood, letting her hand fall away. “So…do you want to be Prince of Nocturne?” she asked formally.

“I do,” Jake said, feeling a thrill of excitement race through him. It was finally happening. He stood too. “What next?”

His new fiancé wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close. “Now, baby, we go make some very complex vox calls home,” she said happily. “And then we go see how long we can go before we tell everyone in your lab,” she added with a smirk.

“Do I get to learn Nocturnean?” Jake asked.

Venus grinned. “Dad will insist.”

Jake shook his head. “I bet.” He grinned broadly, the tension his stomach fading to a thrill. “Thank you, my love,” he said quietly.

Venus rested her head on his shoulder and squeezed him around the middle. “Thank you, too,” she said in the same tone. She let her eyes slip shut. “You were right. This was the right time.” 

Gettin' Hitched

Jake Seager bowed his head before the robed Judge, his heart hammering. “By the authority vested in me by the Imperium of man, I pronounce you husband and wife,” the Judge intoned.

Jake turned and embraced Venus, as the room filled with muted applause. The conference hall of a hotel was hardly an auspicious place for a wedding, but then, this was just where the ceremony was being held. The actual wedding and reception were being held at far more appropriate locales: Nocturne and Vulkan’s home, respectively.

The newly wedded husband felt Venus’ tear on his cheek, and he squeezed his eyes shut, overwhelmed. As he gently pulled back, and the Judge bowed out, the radiant grin on his wife’s lips lit the room almost as much as her eyes. “We did it, baby,” she whispered softly.

Jake leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers, overwhelmed completely. “We did it,” he said. “I love you, now and forever.”

Jake’s mother brushed a tear from her own eye as she watched her son growing up. George, his father, squeezed her shoulder, biting back a sob too. Vulkan and Misja didn’t even bother, as they watched unobtrusively from the back of the room.

The room was filled with chairs and small conversation tables, by Venus’ specific request, instead of the usual large conference tables. Even as Venus and Jake slowly made their way over to the seats, and Venus dropped into one, dazed and happy, Freya Russ leaned over the back of her chair and gave her a gleeful hug. “Congratulations, Venus!” she said eagerly. “Oh, I’m so happy for you!”

Venus closed her eyes and squeezed her cousin’s hand. “Thanks, Freya.”

Farah Manus offered Jake a quick hug as he moved to sit beside her. “You looked great up there, Jake,” she said cheerfully. “Congratulations.”

Jake beamed. “It seemed awfully short for all that planning, but there it is! Thanks so much for coming,” he said.

“My pleasure,” Farah said. She had selected what Jake assumed was a Medusan formal outfit for the occasion, and it matched Venus’ Royal uniform well. Jake felt almost paltry in his tuxedo, but Venus had informed him that he’d receive a uniform like hers upon their move to Nocturne, which pleased him immensely. Now that he was married, that is.

Jake felt the unfamiliar weight of the rings on his hands. On Terra, it was customary for a husband and wife to wear their marriage rings on the fourth finger of the weaker hand, and the wife to wear an engagement ring on her left hand. On Nocturne, however, the tradition was different: both partners wore wedding rings on their left hand, and the wife wore her engagement ring on the same finger, while the husband wore his on the right. Jake actually liked the tradition, and had acceded to her request to uphold it. It was a fair price to pay for having the ceremony on Terra instead of the world he’d be co-ruling.

CO-RULING! He nearly laughed, giddy. From hive scum to Bond Prince. What a life.

His father walked up to him, grinning from ear to ear. Jake extended a hand from the couch and shook it wordlessly. Both men shared a grin of amazement and pride that needed no narration. Sandra brushed past George to wrap Jake up in a hug, nearly lifting him from the couch. “I love you so much, baby,” Sandra whispered.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jake said, rising to his feet. “I couldn’t have done it without you two.”

“Not so stylishly, anyway,” George quipped. Jake rolled his eyes.

Venus paused in her tour of the room to offer her father a formal bow. He had dressed in an undecorated formal uniform of the Legion, not feeling Power Armor appropriate for a wedding. His eyes glinted as she approached him. “I am very proud of you, Venus,” he said in Nocturnean.

“Thank you, Father,” she replied in the same language. “It’s going to be an adventure, even if it doesn’t feel it yet,” she said, switching back to Gothic. “I mean, we’ve been living together for four years already,” she added drily.

“Right, but it’s legal now,” Misja said with a laugh. She drew her daughter into a hug, wrapping her arms around Venus’ armored torso. “We’re both so pleased by this…you picked very well,” she said happily.

“I did indeed,” Venus said softly. “Lucky me.” She drew back and glanced over to where Jake was shaking his new sisters-in-law’s hands, one by one. “Dad…do you think he’ll be a good son?” she asked.

“I have no doubt at all, now,” Vulkan said.

Venus smiled happily. “Good. Let’s head home and get the real party started, hmm?”

As the procession of cars appeared over the horizon of Startseite – that being, the nearby hive walls – a Treasury guard raised his wrist to his mouth. “Sire, the convoy is here.”

The Emperor, who had decided not to attend the wedding so as not to overwhelm the guests any more than a few Primarchs being there would have already, nodded from his seat in the greatroom, where he had been sitting alone for several minutes. “Very well.”

“How late will you be staying, Sire?” the guard asked.

“Not long. Long enough to offer congratulations, then depart quietly.” The Emperor rose from his seat and, with a thought, donned his sorcerous guise. He had chosen the same one he had used at Morticia’s trial for the occasion. “This isn’t my day,” he said. “This is theirs.”

The guard nodded and lowered his vox. The cars settled outside the manor, and jubilant guests filtered in. Venus and Jake were first in by their own design, since Venus wanted to change into something less ornate than her uniform. As they entered, both spotted the man with the black ponytail and gilded uniform shirt standing in the far side of the room, and Venus beamed a grin. “Grandfather, I’m glad you could make it!”

“I would have been remiss not to offer my congratulations,” the Emperor said, making his way over. “In that spirit…congratulations, both of you.”

Jake bowed his head, a little overwhelmed. The Emperor found himself glad that he had chosen an appearance even as unassuming as he had. “My thanks, Sire,” Jake said quietly.

“And Venus, does this mean that you will be returning to Nocturne to begin ruling formally?” the Emperor asked as other guests started streaming in.

“Oh, no, Grandfather, not for over a year,” Venus said. “I have obligations here I won’t abandon.”

The Emperor nodded. “Very well. You know that when you return to Terra, for whatever reason, I may well have some responsibility for you as well, yes?” he asked.

“I sort of suspected,” Venus admitted. “What would they entail?”

“Nothing too strenuous, at first, but as your father and uncles divest themselves of the workings of the Administratum, I will find roles for you and your sisters. Assuming, of course, that you do not simply enter the military, as your sister Hana has chosen to do,” the Emperor said.

“Well, that needn’t concern you,” Venus said. “I love my brothers in the Legion, but I’ll never be one of them.”

The Emperor smiled slightly. “So your father assures me.”

Venus rolled her eyes, probably. “I bet.”

A few other guests walked up to where the three of them were standing, and the Emperor stepped back, sensing his presence becoming a distraction. “I’ll see you soon, I’m sure,” the Emperor said.

George Seager walked up to Jake as Venus made a discreet exit for her room to change. “Jake, I can’t say it enough, congratulations,” George said, clasping his son’s shoulder again.

“Thanks, Dad,” Jake said. He turned to face the Emperor again, reaching out a hand. “Have you met Venus’ grandfather?”

George turned, absolute awe forming on his face. The Emperor hid a sigh and nodded politely. “Sieur Seager.”

“Dad,” Jake said under his breath.

George shook himself, nodding back. “Your Royal Highness, I’m honored,” he managed.

“The honor is Jacob’s and Venus’, today,” the Emperor deflected neatly. “Now…Jacob, if you’ll pardon me, I must return to the Lunar Conference. Again, my congratulations.”

“Certainly, your Highness, I’m glad you could make it at all. And thank you for the token,” Jake said, patting his pocket.

“Of course. Farewell,” the Emperor said, walking back towards the door.

George watched his liege disappear, stunned. “What token is this?” he asked, finally.

“The Emperor grants all of his new grandsons-in-law one of these,” Jake said, lifting a tiny silver chain from his pocket. A small metal token in the shape of the Aquila was attached, and its surface was mottled with inbuilt circuitry. “They grant access to the Palace hangars from a distance,” Jake explained, putting it away. “Anyway.” He broke into an ecstatic grin as the moment returned. “Fuck, I’m actually married!”

“I know, how did that happen?” a new voice asked. Remilia appeared at his side, smiling smugly. “I mean, nobody saw it coming.”

“Hey, Remilia,” Jake said, offering his new sister a hug. “Thanks for being there,” he said.

“Are you kidding? Wouldn’t miss it!” Remilia was decked out in a gold-lined dress tunic and a beautiful layered dress shirt below it, her loathing of traditional ‘girly’ clothes extending even to wedding wear. She was joined by Angela, who was beaming as widely as her cousin.

“Jake, congratulations,” Angela said happily. “You’re in for a beautiful future.”

“Is that a prophecy?” Jake asked, half-grinning.

“Nope, common sense,” Angela said cheekily.

Jake chuckled, then looked down and clasped his hands over the warm, dark arms that had appeared around his chest. Venus pecked him on the cheek as she hugged him. “Hey, sweetheart, are you ready to go?” she asked quietly.

“As soon as you’re ready,” Jake said under his breath. They had decided to postpone a formal honeymoon until after their education had concluded, and were going to spend the summer on Nocturne, instead, allowing them both to begin the process of acclimating themselves to the world’s climate and politics. They were going to leave as soon as the party was in full swing, in traditional Terran style, since they were planning on having a formal ceremony on Nocturne as soon as they arrived.

Remember That One Time

Jake tapped his finger on his knee, nervously staring at the camera. “I’m still not used to those,” he muttered.

“Holocams?” Venus asked.

“Yeah. When have I ever needed to be filmed, before?” Jake asked.

His wife rolled her eyes, probably. “Don’t worry about it,” she deadpanned. “We’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want to embarrass you,” Jake said quietly as the excited reporter shuffled some cards with questions on them.

Venus smiled. “You won’t.”

The reporter sat down across from them and gestured to the sound technician to start their microphones. “All right, your Highnesses, I’m ready if you are,” he said, steadying his hands as he did so. It was a rare day that a member of Lord Primarch Vulkan’s family consented to an interview.

“Sure, roll it,” Venus said, straightening up. Jake glanced sideways at her to see how she was sitting, and she looked relaxed. Her eyes were focused on the reporter, and her hands were crossed in her lap. The interviewer’s clothing was incongruously casual from the waist down, he noted with a grin. Then, if the camera only recorded from the belt up, who would know?

“Welcome back, my friends, and tonight we have a very special guest, or two,” the interviewer said happily. “It is our profound honor to welcome Lady Primarch – and Princess of Nocturne – Venus, and Bond Prince Jacob.”

The camera facing them lit, and the two newlyweds smiled. “St’eng, it’s a pleasure,” Venus answered for them both.

“May I be the first to say, your Highnesses: you have my earnest congratulations,” St’eng said, inclining his head for a moment.

“Well, I’m afraid a few of my cousins beat you there, but thank you kindly,” Venus chuckled as Jake held back a laugh. At least half of the crew of the ship they had taken in the way from Terra to Nocturne had said nearly the same exact thing.

“I see, of course,” the anchor said. “Does your recent move to Nocturne precipitate a permanent move here?”

“Sadly not, actually,” Venus said. “We both have some educational obligations back on Terra.”

“I see. Would you be willing to speak of them?” the reporter asked.

“Well, I have one year left in my Masters’,” Venus said. “A Masters of Science in Inorganic Chemistry.”

Jake spoke up next. “I’m in for a Bachelors’ of Fine Arts in Consumer Design,” he added.

“Interesting choices, my Lady, Lord,” the interviewer said. “No politics?”

“Having a Primarch for a parent sort of prepares you for that on your own,” Venus said drily. “I’m quite well-versed. Besides, I won’t be assuming actual control of the system for several years; Regent No’dan will be ceding his authority gradually as I take up the reins.”

“If I may, Princess, you’re referring to yourself only. Does this mean, Lord Jacob, that you will not be taking a role in the system’s governance?” the interviewer asked.

Jake shrugged awkwardly. “I will be quite happy to do so if I feel needed, but I don’t have Venus’ training.”

The reporter nodded again. “Where will you be basing yourselves, your Lady and Lordship?”

“Venus and Jake work fine, actually, it’s less of a mouthful,” Venus said. “And Themis is the answer. We’re going to take up residence in the city Castle for now.”

St’eng smiled at the apparent lowering of formality. “I appreciate that. Might I ask why you selected Themis as the city of choice for your residence? Traditionally, King Vulkan selected Hesiod as his home.”

“And I respect that choice, but I’m not my father,” Venus said. “We want to make a fresh start.”

“I can certainly understand that,” St’eng said. “What was your life on Terra like?”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly describe it all in one sitting,” Venus said. Jake nodded, not adding anything yet.

St’eng turned to him, oblivious to his nerves. “And you, Prince Jacob, what was your own experience on Terra?”

Jake shrugged awkwardly. “Well, I was born there, that was a highlight,” he said. He coughed as Venus rolled her eyes. “But if you meant later on, well, we lived together for four or five years before now, ever since the end of high school.”

“What is the high school system like on Terra?” St’eng asked. “We don’t have them here.”

“Essentially, from the age of around twelve or thirteen to sixteen or seventeen, you attend the same school, and take sequentially more difficult classes, usually in a pretty diverse array of fields,” Jake said, picking up steam now that they were discussing something safe. “After the end, you graduate, and go on to the military, a job, trade, university, a professional school, what have you.”

“And am I to understand that you were not a member of the Imperial nobility, like Princess Venus?” St’eng asked.

“No, far from it,” Jake said. He shifted a bit as the conversation turned to his own origins again, despite his best attempts to avoid it. Trolling college buddies was one thing, but this? Technically, St’eng was one of his subjects.

“Truth be told, it came in handy once or twice,” Venus said, detecting his discomfort.

“It did?” Jake asked, turning to her in confusion.

“Yeah. Remember the movie theater near the campus?” Venus asked slyly.

Jake laughed, breaking his tension. “Oh, wow, that was insane,” he chuckled.

Venus turned to the bemused interviewer. “See, Jake and I both love riffing terrible old movies. You know what riffing is? Well, there was a movie theater near our college home that had a habit of running movies long after the audience had already moved on, and so there would be times when the theater would have completely empty rooms. We would use that opportunity to go watch movies together, and if we had the place to ourselves, we would just riff the hell out of it.”

St’eng raised his eyebrows. “Really? They let you do that, your Highness?”

“Well, if nobody’s there, sure,” Venus said, smiling. “Except…”

“Except for that one time,” Jake finished. “That was pretty hilarious.” He turned to the newscaster and continued. “See, one time, Venus and I were watching a movie, and a guy in the projection booth overheard us. He was really confused by all the talking, so he came down into the theater and found us sitting there, just laughing our asses off at each other.”

“We thought he was going to be so mad,” Venus laughed. She shook her night-black hair in amusement. “Instead, he grabbed a video camera and joined us.”

“So it was just me, Venus, and this random employee, sitting there in the theater, recording ourselves riffing this awful movie,” Jake said, grinning at the memory. “The recording is still floating around out there, somewhere.”

“Ah, that was fun,” Venus said cheerfully. “Can’t do that here, sadly.”

“We can’t?” Jake asked.

“Nope. I’d get recognized in an instant here, even with my disguise,” Venus said.

“Ah, true,” Jake said dolefully.

St’eng shook his head, chuckling as well. “I see. I’m glad to see you had fun, at least,” he said. “Did you ever try anything like that again?”

“No, but occasionally, my cousins and I would turn our powers against one another,” Venus said, glaring at Jake with mock resentment. Jake affected surprise. “Really? The clock?” Venus deadpanned.

“Oh, right, the clock,” Jake said, as if he had just remembered. “The clock was great.”

“See, my old alarm clock had a port on it, for firmware upgrades or something,” Venus said to St’eng. “And I went to bed after he did and woke up after he did for classes. So one evening, my dearest fiancé here decides that my clock wasn’t good enough. So, he and my cousin Cora put some batteries in it, unplug it from the wall, connect it to his computer, and load a selection of animal noises onto it,” she continued. St’eng gaped as Jake held back a gleeful giggle. “Then, she puts it in a hamster ball or something like that, along with a mousetrap, and they put all this at the bottom of my laundry hamper.”

“So, the next morning,” Jake said, picking up where Venus had left off, “when her alarm goes off…” he had to pause to bite back another spate of giggles. “We take a trip to the zoo in our laundry basket,” he said, and lost the battle. He clamped a hand over his mouth, laughing into his hand.

“As you can imagine, I was so incredibly confused,” Venus sighed. “And when it went off, I had to go rooting around in the laundry hamper, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, all while trying so hard not to wake him up. So hard!”

“See, I was supposed to be asleep,” Jake said. “Of course, I’m wide awake, and I’m struggling not to laugh and give up the game.”

“And then, when I find the damn thing, the mousetrap goes off and launches it clear across the room,” Venus said. “It caromed off the walls a few times and lands under the bed.”

“So I’m lying there, shaking with laughter, just dying inside, while she’s rooting around under the bed, trying to find the damn clock and pry the ball open,” Jake said, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “And when she finally digs it out, and turns it off, I sort of raise my head and go ‘what happened?’” he said, miming exhaustion.

Venus sighed as Jake broke out in laughter again. “I was ready to kill Cora after that. And you too,” she said, glaring at Jake.

“Ah, you’d miss me,” Jake said, playfully squeezing her hand. She jerked it away, pretending to grumble.

“So…you had an eventful college career, I take it?” St’eng finally managed.

“Oh yes. Especially when I found a way to load the animal sounds onto his vox,” Venus said. “I made sure to call him at work the next day.”

“Yes, that was a confusing few seconds,” Jake laughed. “I’m standing there in the lab, and pawing frantically at my pockets, while all sorts of baffling noises are happening, and everyone’s staring at me. And then, I whip it out, and press ‘talk,’ and I just ask, ‘Hi, Venus, what’s up?’” Jake said, miming a vox to his ear.

“Isn’t that still your ringtone for when certain people call you?” Venus asked.

“Yes, my parents and one of my old poker buddies,” Jake said. “Good times,” he said with a rueful chuckle.

St’eng looked from one laughing Royal Family member to the other, slowly picking his jaw up off the floor. “Well…this will be an interesting reign, won’t it?” he asked aloud.

“One hopes,” Venus said happily, as Jake squeezed her hand again. “I’m certainly looking forward to it.”

Adulthood

An Ethical Dilemma

Eternity. It was a bloody long time.

Jake leaned back against the black leather of his chair. The ice in his cup creaked as it melted into his drink. He set it down on the table beside him, slowly rubbing his moist fingers together. He wondered. Would he still feel the cold?

Venus sat across from him. The interlocked gold and silver rings on her finger bespoke the three years they had been married. The tiny trail of Nocturnean diamonds around the single blood-red ruby on the silver ring chased the blank gold in a beautiful contrast.

Jake and his wife were a visual contrast as well. His pale, almost ill-looking skin and curly light brown hair were as different as could be from her coal-black skin and long hair, and glowing, uniform red eyes. To the wrong viewer, she looked daemonic, terrifying. To her friends and family, she was an easily likeable young woman.

Jake, however, had other things on his mind. His wife and her appearance were among them, certainly, and so was he. But the main thought in his head was eternity. Life everlasting, youth unending, healthiness forever. It was his, if he wanted it.

Did he want it?

He had no idea.

His wife’s eyes were dimmed and narrow. For once, the lack of a glow in her eyes was borne of something other than contentment or exhaustion. She was angry, she was apprehensive, she was frustrated, and she was confused. For her, Jake’s choice was an obvious one. However, she was a bright girl, and knew that his perspective was radically different from hers. Normally, Venus had the patience she had been gifted by her father. Today, that patience was drawing thin.

Jake’s jaw tightened as trains of thought chased themselves through his head. His choice should have been so simple. Life with the woman he loved, and the chance to start a family with her…or ignominious death, in the knowledge that he had broken her heart.

His stomach roiled. He grimaced and ran his hand over it. Venus’ eyes dimmed a bit more.

“Why is it a difficult choice?” she quietly asked.

“Because…because, baby, I’ll give up the body I was born to. My appearance, part of my identity.” He met his wife’s eyes, flinching away from the light from them as he did. “My mother gave me these eyes. My father gave me this hair, my skin, my voice. I might lose them.”

She stayed quiet. He leaned forward, pleading. “Never think that I DON’T want to spend forever with you,” he said. His voice was a rasp. “If ‘Til Death Do Us Part didn’t have to come to pass…I’d be on it like a shot. But it’s not a guarantee,” he said.

“The odds of failure are tiny, but grow bigger the longer we wait,” Venus said. She sighed as his jaw tightened again. “Sorry. I just don’t understand why this is hard for you. Michael and Nathaniel accepted in an instant.”

“I’m not Michael, and I’m not Nathaniel,” Jake said coldly. “I’m not willing to abandon my body without thinking all of the act’s implications through to their end.”

“They were?”

“Michael was. Nathaniel…he was smarter, but he still did it.” Jake sat back, tired and angry. “Venus. Please…just…let me think.”

She stared at him, her eyes flaring a bit. Slowly, she rose from her seat. “I don’t understand…but I can respect that you need time. The Emperor doesn’t want an answer right away.”

“Thanks, Venus.” Jake sipped from his drink, feeling the frigid alcohol slide down his throat. “I love you.”

“I know you do, Jacob, and I love you too,” Venus said. Now, she sounded just confused instead of angry. It wasn’t an improvement.

She walked out of the living room into the hall, closing the door behind her. Her hand lingered on the knob for a moment, before tightening in frustration.

The vox rang. She snatched it up from its cradle by the door, answering it before the first ring had ended. “Hello?”

“Hello, Venus,” Angela’s voice answered.

Venus walked briskly down the hallway towards the entry. “Hey. What’s up?”

“I wanted to know if you and Remilia were back in town. That confirms that,” her cousin drily observed.

“You couldn’t tell?” Venus asked.

“Yes, the emotional groundswell from Jake is pretty much blotting out that whole area. What’s got him so scared?” Angela asked.

Venus sighed. “The Emperor made him the offer.”

“Oh.” Angela went quiet. “I hope he accepts,” she finally said.

“Me too.” Venus sank into a chair in the open kitchen. “Did you say scared?”

“Yes. You can’t tell? He’s terrified. It feels like when Morticia was hurt. His soul is screaming in fear,” Angela said gravely.

Angela was many things. Prone to hyperbole? Not amongst them.

Venus swallowed a thread of guilt. “I don’t understand why he’s having a hard time. It’s everything we’ve ever wanted.”

“Interesting choice of words,” Angela observed. “Is it everything he’s always wanted, for himself?”

Venus sighed. “I don’t know. I thought so.”

Angela nodded. “May I come over?”

“Angela…”

“I want to help. Do you want me to help? I think a quick trip through his fears will expedite this.”

“Angela, you’re a sweetheart, but I can’t decide that for him,” Venus said. Her stomach tightened. “I’ll ask.”

“Please do.” Angela muted the vox and looked down the road from her home to Venus’ (relatively) modest manor. “Quickly,” she added under her breath.

Jake listened to Venus approach and closed his eyes. He wondered which of her cousins wanted to weigh in now.

“May I come in?” Venus asked from behind the door.

“Of course,” Jake said. She walked in, gesturing with the vox.

“Angela wants to come over. Is that okay?” she asked.

Jake smiled inwardly. He had hoped one of the psykers would call. “Sure.”

Venus lifted the vox. “Come on over,” she said.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief. She unmuted the vox. “Great. I’ll be right there.”

She and her husband Michael were only a minute away. Their regal cousin and brother-in-law arrived and made themselves at home in the living room as Jake explained his conundrum.

Michael, who had undergone the surgery himself years before, listened intently to his friend’s tale. “Well…I suppose, really, you’re to be congratulated. It’s a rare offer,” he said. The surgery certainly hadn’t had any negative impacts on him, Jake noted. The tall, handsome nobleman had accepted his grandfather’s offer in under an hour, and the procedure had gone flawlessly. He had always been easy on the eyes, but now he projected a totally confident air that had lined the pages of many tabloids aimed at hormonal girls. His eyes were a brilliant, piercing blue, now. They had been green before.

“It is. I have to know, Mike…just how bad does it hurt?”

“It’s horrific. But…only for a day or two. After that, it feels amazing.” He held his bare arm out to his old friend. “Jake, the sensations are better, I’m stronger…I swear I’m smarter. There’s not a single drawback to a successful operation.”

“Not unless a changed appearance is a drawback,” Jake noted. “Man, you always looked like Sanguinius. I don’t look a THING like Vulkan, and he’ll be the donor. My hair, my eyes, my skin, my voice…they’ll all probably change.”

“Well…that’s fair. But if it’s the pain you’re worried about, don’t. I actually feel better now.” He leaned forward with an easy grin on his lips. “Jake, my friend, it’s something to look forward to.”

Jake nodded. “I see.”

Angela slowly inclined her head to him. “If you’d like, Jake…I can help a bit.” Her implication was clear.

“I’d like that, I think,” Jake said. Michael nodded and rose, trusting his wife to her word. Venus lingered in her seat.

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I want to help Jake see what it looks like,” Angela said. She turned her smile to her cousin. “I promise I won’t raid his memory, or anything personal. I just want to impart a bit of understanding. I swear it.”

Venus nodded. “All right…Jake?”

Jake had already made up his mind. “Do it,” he said. He paused to squeeze Venus’ hand as she rose from her seat. “I’ll be here, don’t worry,” he said.

“I know.” She pulled her hand loose. “I’ll be in the family room if you want to find me,” she said.

The door closed behind her as she and Michael walked down the hall. Jake looked back to his sister-in-law, his heart picking up. She rose and crossed the room, sitting down next to him. Her wings fluttered a bit as she made herself comfortable next to him. “Jake…I promise, I won’t give you a reason not to trust me,” she said. Her voice was quiet, respectful. She understood that he was asking her to invade his privacy.

“You’re like a sister to me, Angela,” Jake replied. “I trust you. What do I do?”

“Thanks.” She grabbed a pillow from the end of the couch and slid it behind his head. “Here, just relax. You might actually fall asleep.”

“Okay…” Jake lay down a bit, staring up at his deific guest. “What now?”

“Now you hush up and relax,” she said warmly. She rose and knelt at his side next to the couch, looking down at him. “Let me know, and I’ll stop.”

“I will,” Jake said. Her eyes flared bright, unnatural blue as she slid her mental projection across his mind, easing herself in. He gasped through his teeth. “I’ll never get used to that,” he whispered.

Angela let her own eyes slide shut. The roiling, twisting ball of fear at the center of his mind was glowing like a raging fire. She could have found it if she were unconscious. She slid her hands together over her belt buckle and relaxed, trying to find a way into his memories.

“All right…that doesn’t hurt,” Jake reported.

“Good, it’s supposed to be relaxing,” she said. He cracked one of his own eyes open. She was sitting still, her eyes glowing purple through the lids. “There…I’ve found it. Does that feel bad?”

“No…” Jake felt sudden knowledge flow into him, like a breath of hot air. Her own understanding of the process the Emperor could bestow, and the ways her life had changed since Michael had undertaken it, blossomed in his mind. More than that, he felt the emotional mess in his head fade a bit.

She opened her eyes and stood. “And done. Not so bad, was it?” she asked.

“Didn’t feel a thing after the first few seconds,” Jake said, sitting up as well. He reviewed the burst of knowledge with a nod. She had imparted her sense of relief at Michael’s own apotheosis, and the sense of certainty she felt when they thought of the future together. “So you think it’s a no-brainer, huh.”

“I think it’s something you should have talked about before,” Angela gently chided.

“Probably.” Jake sighed. He patted the seat next to him. As she sat, he looked at her sidelong. “Angela…I think, to an extent, it’s the implications of success that get to me. My parents think it’s an abomination. My cousins think it’s the coolest thing ever. My wife thinks I’m an idiot if I refuse, and my mother-in-law thinks I should say no and move on with my life.”

“Misja, George, and Sandra aren’t here,” Angela noted. “And I didn’t hear Vulkan on that list.”

“He thinks it’s a grand idea. But…he can think in the long term.” Jake ran a hand through his hair. “You know…that’s another thing.” He looked over at Angela again. “You and the other Progenitors can think in terms of eternity. You’re mentally capable of it. When I sit down and think about…I mean, THINK about it…it scares me.”

“I could see that.” She grabbed his hand and held it between her own, trying to still his fear. “Jake…all psykers have to think about eternity. Whether they’re immortal or not. It drives some crazy. Others, like me…it’s a mystery to solve. Lord Regent Malcador, before he died, he said that it was something he liked to think about. He was a bit weird, sure, but he always liked puzzles. You and Michael…you only have trouble comprehending it because your minds and bodies didn’t evolve for it. Maybe I can’t show you the limited understanding of eternity I have…but I bet if you ask Michael, he can tell you what he thought.”

Jake nodded. He felt the vaguest feeling of placation at the edge of his mind. “I understand. Is that you?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry, force of habit.” The thought disappeared. “Look…I’ll get Michael. He’ll be better at this than me, I think.”

Jake stood. “All right.” As Angela rose, he gingerly caught her in a hug below the wings. “Thanks.”

“No problem, Jake,” she said. She returned it quickly, and parted with a beatific grin. “Any time you need me.”

Michael downed a shot of bourbon as Jake tried to explain what Angela had given him. “Well…I can tell you now that our circumstances are a bit different,” he started. “Jake, Angela and I have been sharing minds since we were fourteen. We had literally no reason not to do it. It sounds like you might.”

“Really, dude?” Jake looked pained. “Man, I can’t even THINK about living forever! How did you do it?”

“I can do it now,” Michael pointed out. “One of the things the Emperor changed was my ability to comprehend my own lifespan. How do you think men like Lord Luther or Lord Phaeron can handle being four thousand years old without getting made into Astartes?”

“Why didn’t Malcador do it?” Jake shot back.

“Never asked.” Michael set his glass down. “Believe me when I say, Jake, that it’s only scary beforehand. I’m looking forward to it now.”

Jake grimaced. “Well…that helps. It does.” He looked back up at his friend. “What else changes?”

“Well, my senses are sharper, like I said. I feel like it takes me less time to solve problems, too. And…well.” He coughed into his hand. “I understand that it makes me genetically compatible with Angela. We’re in no hurry to test that.”

“Wait, really?” Jake asked. “I knew it would make me compatible with Venus, but I thought Angela was close enough to baseline…”

“She’s just out of range.” Michael shook his head. “Not important.”

“What about your personality?” Jake asked. “Did that change? Or your memories?”

“My memory’s actually much better now. As for my personality…” Michael hesitated. “I don’t know. I asked Angela to mention any changes, and she hasn’t, so I assume all’s well.”

“So…as far as you know, in your case at least…no drawbacks,” Jake said, just to be sure.

Michael nodded. “No drawbacks. Everything feels fine. Better, even.” He paused. “If you want another perspective…I suggest you speak to Nathaniel.”

Jake huffed. “That’s part of why I’m nervous.”

“Magnus’ donation went…oddly. Nate didn’t, you know, mutate, or anything…no extra eye,” Michael joked. “But he has a lot of trouble sleeping now. I think that’s worth it. And you wouldn’t have that problem anyway,” he added.

“Yeah.” Jake thought back to what the Emperor had told him. “Still…what odds did he quote for you?”

“The Emperor? Ninety seven,” Michael said.

Jake shot upright. “What? He told me I had an eighty five percent chance of success!” Jake said, astonished.

“Different DNA, different donor, different age…that stuff matters,” Michael awkwardly said. “If it makes you feel better, Nate had a seventy nine percent chance and it went pretty well.”

Jake stared at his friend, before sinking back into his chair, grinding his hands into his eyes. “Ugh…”

“Man, I’ve said my piece.” Michael stood. “I think you need to talk to Nate.”

“No, the one I need to talk to is my father,” Jake groused. “He thinks it’s a crime.”

“Whoa. Why?”

“He’s a baseliner. Always was.” Jake thought back to when his father explained why he had chosen to raise his family in the hives instead of Mars. “He refused to enter the Mechanicum seminary, even though he had a guaranteed seat, because he hates augmetics.”

“Oh.” Michael thought that over. “I think…huh. I think I’m beginning to sense the root of your problem, here,” he weakly joked.

Jake managed a snort. “Maybe a little. Angela knows, too. She’d probably say I should go talk to Dad.”

“Wise words.”

Jake grabbed his friend’s hand and levered up out of the seat. He paused as he did; glancing uncomfortably into the eyes Michael hadn’t had a month before. Michael grinned wistfully, instantly realizing what Jake was doing. Jake searched his face for a moment in silence, before nodding.

“All right. Thanks, Mike.”

“My pleasure, Jake.”

George Seager opened the door of his new apartment and breathed the filtered air. The ambient noises of the hive were so much fainter here. He had an actual, dedicated landing pad for his aircar. Sandra could walk to her job; it was so close to the apartment.

It was Jake’s gift. After the wedding ceremony, Vulkan’s family had given Venus a generous dowry of sorts, to make a home on Terra. Choosing to build in the new surface city of Cordoma, six hundred miles from Startseite, she had selected to construct a relatively small summer home, to complement her permanent home on Nocturne. She and several of her cousins had chosen to do that to retain some connection with their homeworlds and Terra, where most of their families lived. Jake had obtained Venus’ permission to send some of that money to his parents, both in payment for his years of residence there, and because he felt guilty about living like a king – or Prince, specifically – while his parents stayed in the hive.

George and Sandra had chosen to buy a much nicer apartment, five cubes up from where they had lived before, and used the money to buy it in full. The rest of the Seager family was just a few button presses on the autopilot away, after all. Now they had a separate kitchen and sitting room, bedrooms larger than prison cells. It felt like opulence.

“Hey, Uncle George!” an eager young voice piped up. George looked down and beamed at his niece, Mizuki. Her mother Alice was Sandra’s younger sister. Alice and her husband, along with Sandra’s youngest sibling (of two), Walter, who was really only a few years older than Jake, had come over for a housewarming.

“Hey, Zuki, great to see you!” he said, scooping the bubbly toddler into his arms. “How’s life treatin’ ya?”

“Good! I start first grade in two weeks!” Mizuki proudly declared.

“Well, that’s exciting!” George said. He smiled over her head as Hajime, Alice’s husband, emerged from the parking area down the street. “Is your Mom around?”

“She’s in the car,” Mizuki said, pointing back to the lot. Alice and Walter were emerging too, and so was-

George tightened his grip on his niece, quite unconsciously. Jake was with them, and Venus was also. He looked down at the little girl and tried to keep smiling. “Hey, when did your cousin Jake get here?” he asked.

“He got here when we did!” Mizuki eagerly said. “And Venus too!”

“Good,” George said, letting Mizuki down. She scampered over to her father and walked behind him to the apartment.

Hajime smiled at his brother-in-law, shaking his hand. “Hello, George.”

“Hi, Hajime, glad you could make it,” George said.

Hajime glanced over his shoulder to where Venus was porting a bag of something up from the cars. “Princess Venus is here…I’ll never get used to thinking of her as family.”

“It takes a while,” George said. He managed to keep all the bitterness out of his voice.

Sandra welcomed her family in unreservedly, even Jake and Venus. When Jake paused to shake his father’s hand, he caught the flash of suppressed anger in his father’s eyes, but chose to ignore it. Venus dismissed her guard detail, and they vanished into the crowds of people outside the apartment like ghosts.

While Walter and Jake chatted about the end of the summer and Walter’s new job, Sandra and Venus unpacked the food Venus had brought. “Hope you don’t mind, but I felt like bringing something,” Venus said, pulling a bag of homemade rolls out of the larger canvas sack.

“Of course not, honey, it’ll get eaten,” Sandra pointed out. “How was your trip?”

“Awesome. You should SEE the things we have under construction in the Expansion Zone,” Venus said. “The new colony habs are amazing. Makes me wonder if the older colonies will demand them from the Mechanicum.”

“Probably.” Sandra watched as Venus’ red gaze darted away from where George and Hajime were standing. “Something wrong, Venus?”

“I’m sensing some hostility from George, and I don’t think I need to guess why,” Venus confessed.

Sandra tutted. “Don’t talk about it. If George wants to be truculent in the apartment you paid for, let him. He can talk about it like an adult.”

“Sandra, Jake paid for your apartment. It was his money to do with as he saw fit.” Venus nodded as she unpacked some more food. “All I did was give it to him. And even then, it was a present from Dad.”

“Well, thank Vulkan for us, then, because it’s much better than our old place.” Sandra’s head turned as the front door opened. “Grandpa! Come on in!”

Venus tilted her head up. Sandra’s recently widowed father, a long-since-retired Crusade veteran from the Imperial Fists Army Group, was walking in. He started to salute by habit as he saw his Royal granddaughter, but Jake’s abrupt bear hug and Mizuki’s joyful squeeze of the leg interrupted him.

“Hey, kiddo! What are your parents putting in the soylens they feed you? You’re as tall as I am!” he said, ruffling his granddaughter’s straight black hair.

“No, Grandpa Eric, I’m not yet!” she pouted.

“Well, you will be soon,” he promised.

With the family assembled, they sat around the new table in the middle of the greatroom. Mizuki scrambled into Venus’ lap as she did, as Venus discreetly slid a few napkins under her to block the heat. Eric smiled indulgently at his granddaughter. “Mizuki, you must be ready to start elementary school by now.”

“Two weeks!” Mizuki announced.

“Well, that should be fun.” He glanced up at Jake. “How about you, Jacob? How was your trip?”

“Surprisingly productive.” Jake leaned back in his chair and smiled as his mother passed him a roll. “The work they’re doing with the new construction teams in the Expansion Zone is breathtaking. So much new design. It’s pretty encouraging.”

“I always thought that’s what you would wind up doing,” Walter said. “You loved that stuff.”

“I still do. The new setup we have on Nocturne has a nice design suite. You are all invited, by the by,” Jake said, sweeping his hands over the room’s occupants.

Mizuki’s eyes bugged. “REALLY?!”

Jake shrugged. “If your parents are okay with you traveling through the Warp, sure.”

“Bah, I’ve been through the Warp more often than you have, Jacob, it’s a walk in the rec zone,” Eric said dismissively.

“That’s Hajime and Alice’s call,” Venus said firmly.

After dinner, Mizuki curled up on the couch with Sandra as George showed the others around the new apartment. Jake sank down next to his little cousin and grinned. “Hey, Mizuki, how was your summer?”

“It was okay, I guess,” she said sleepily. “I met a few new neighbors.”

“Yeah? Any your age?”

“No, they’re all little kids,” the six-year-old grumped.

“For now,” Jake counseled. “But you can be like a big sister to them in a few years.”

“I don’t wanna be a big sister,” Mizuki complained.

Jake nodded, offering up a knowing grin. “Not yet. You will.”

“If you say so,” the little girl said. Jake smiled fondly.

“She’s growing up quick,” he said as Mizuki wandered off to the bathroom.

“It’s uncanny,” his mother said. She looked over at Jake as the tour group returned. “How about you, Jake? Do you have any plans?”

“Yeah, when do I get to be a great grandfather?” Eric quipped.

“Hmm.” Jake looked up at Venus, as if in contemplative appraisal. Discs of red light arced across the ceiling as Venus rolled her eyes. “Might be worth a try. Of course…there’s that other issue,” he said.

“So…the Emperor really did make an offer?” Sandra asked, a tone of awe creeping into her voice.

Venus nodded. “Yes. He offered Jake the same thing he offered Nathaniel and Michael.”

Silence met her proclamation. “So…you gonna do it?” Walter hesitantly asked.

“Not sure,” Jake admitted. “I want your opinions.”

“The hell for?” Hajime asked. “It’s your decision.”

“Of course it is, but you guys will always be my family.” Jake’s voice hardened. “And if I do this, I may watch all of you die. So I want to know. What do you think I should do?”

“Go for it,” Walter opined. “How often do you get an offer like that?”

Sandra shook her head. “Not very…”

George shook his head. “You know my opinion,” he said coldly.

“I don’t understand it, though, not really, Dad,” Jake said. “What about it makes you so angry? You barely looked me in the eye when I walked in.”

George did now. “It makes me angry because there’s nothing wrong with the body you’ve got! You’re in perfect health. Yes, you’ll die someday…but so does nearly every other person in the universe! It’s natural!”

“And I’m not?” Venus ground out.

George flinched. “Sorry, Venus, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Maybe not consciously, but it’s an easy conclusion to reach. I don’t remember you complaining about my biology when we met, though, or for the next eight years. Yet, now that Jake has a chance to live life eternal, suddenly it’s an issue,” Venus pressed. Her eyes flashed red. “Care to share, George?”

“Venus.” Jake’s quiet word was a request. She was instantly silent, but seething. “Dad. I want to live my life with Venus…and if that means extending it, I can live with it. No pun intended. And it will mean we can have a family. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“It means more to me than I’ve probably implied,” George admitted. “But I made a conscious choice not to twist myself with augmetics when I left the Mechanicum. I was practically thrown out of the seminary for that. And Dad…Carmine never fully forgave me for it.”

“Do you really want to end things between us on the same note?” Jake asked softly. George glared at him, but didn’t say anything.

“I was ready to commit to a relationship I knew I would outlive,” Venus said. “The Emperor thinks it shouldn’t end like that.”

“As well he should!” Eric suddenly said. Every eye turned to him. “Damn it, George…when Christine died, I thought I was going to…” Eric’s eyes were watering. His voice caught. “I thought I would go mad. I was married to her for fifty one years. When I was off on tour, she was always there for me. She never lost her faith, her trust…we built a family together. And when she died of some…some stupid virus…” He paused to wipe his handkerchief across his face. Alice and Sandra were both tearing up themselves. Walter’s eyes were screwed shut. “I lost half my life when I lost her. Don’t you even THINK of trying to make Venus go through that too,” he said. Venus looked away.

“Eric…” George tried to snap something back, but couldn’t do it. “It’s not like Christine ever got the chance Jake has.”

“What difference does that make?” Jake asked.

“Jacob, I can’t change your mind. If you want to do this, then do it. But you wanted my opinion. You have it,” George said. He didn’t cross his arms, but he did look like he was sulking.

Jake shut his eyes, trying to reconcile the patient, ferociously clever father he loved with the bitter old man in front of him. He couldn’t. “What do I not know, Dad? Please tell me,” Jake said. “Why did you decide not to get augmetics?”

George sighed. “They’re unnecessary,” he said tightly. “More than that, they’re dangerous. And even if bio-modding isn’t the same, it’s still turning something that works into something that works differently. Besides, it’s unfair. Someone with augmetics or gene-mods can out-compete someone without them. And the MANIA the Mechanicum and…” he trailed off as he tried to choke out the word. “And even the Astartes have for them; it’s repulsive. It smells like religion.”

“With whom, precisely, is Jake going to be competing?” Venus asked coldly. “No, really, I’d like to know.”

“Fine, he won’t be.” George huffed.

“Aunt Alice, you’ve been quiet. What do you think?” Jake asked.

“Me? I think you should do it.” Alice said. “What are the side effects?”

“Well…no way to know until you try, but my brother-in-law, Mike, he has it. He had no negative side effects at all. His eyes changed color a bit, but other than that…he says he feels like a new man,” Jake said.

“Then why would you have no way to know until you try?” Hajime asked.

Jake shrugged. “No two people have identical DNA. Well, Alpharia and Omegan, maybe,” he joked. “But I’d be getting my upgrade, basically, from a donor, and he has very different DNA. It might change mine a bit.”

“How much is a bit?” Sandra asked.

“What are you guys talking about?” Mizuki asked from the hallway.

Everyone looked over. “We’re just wondering if Jake and I should have a kid, and how it could change things,” Venus said.

Mizuki sank back onto the couch. “Would it change stuff that matters?” she asked reasonably.

“Maybe a lot,” Jake said.

Mizuki shrugged. “Like what?”

Alice squeezed her daughter’s hand. “Mizuki, come on, that’s private,” she shushed.

“How much is a bit?” Sandra pressed. Clearly, she wanted to keep talking in front of her niece.

“Potentially, my hair, voice, face, eyes, and skin will all change a little. Darken, deepen,” Jake said.

George shook his head. “You won’t even be the same person anymore!”

“Will I still be your son?” Jake demanded point blank. George glared at him, leaning forward to deliver a hot retort. “Careful, Dad. I may spend the rest of time with your answer,” Jake cautioned.

George froze, his teeth clamped together. Eric stared at his grandson, white as a sheet. “Jake…how could you even ask that?” Eric managed.

“You…Jacob, you will always be my son. But I may not know you any more,” George finally said.

“According to Mike and Nate, the surgery has no impact on personality. None. Even psychics can’t tell the difference; believe me, I’ve asked.” Jake leaned back. “All right. Hajime?”

“I think you deserve it, Jake.” His uncle met his eyes. “I think…if anyone deserved to enjoy that life, it’s you.”

“Mom?” Jake asked.

Sandra shook her head. “I think…Jake, I think Dad is right. My Dad. I think you should take the chance.”

“All genemodding has a chance of failure,” Walter pointed out. “What are your odds?”

Jake sighed. “Eighty five percent chance of perfect success. Two percent chance of partial success; that is, I live forever, but don’t stop aging. Three percent chance that I die on the table. Ten percent chance of perfect success, but physical changes occur.”

His mother paled. “Five percent chance of a fate worse than dying normally,” Sandra said.

“I came here because I genuinely wanted to know what you all thought,” Jake asked. “I guess now I know.”

“Are you leaving?” Mizuki asked.

Jake smiled down at her. “Nope. I wouldn’t miss a housewarming party…that I paid for,” he continued so quietly only Venus could hear it. She sniggered.

“Can we go outside?” Mizuki asked.

“Have you been to this cube before?” Jake asked.

“No, I mean to the surface,” Mizuki pressed.

Jake paused. “…I think that would have to happen some other time,” he said.

“Yeah, honey, let’s go later,” Hajime said.

The little girl yawned. “What’s it like?”

“Bright,” Jake said. “Very bright. I had to wear dark glasses the whole time, first few years I was up there. You get used to it, though.”

“How come you went to school up there?” she asked.

Jake grinned. “I won an award at middle school and got to go to any place I wanted for high school.”

“I hope I can go to school on the surface,” Mizuki tiredly said.

The conversation was turning to something that was actually more uncomfortable than surgery. Jake grimaced at the irony. Alice noticed. “Honey, are you tired? Do you want to go home?”

“I’m all right,” she said, stifling another yawn. “Can we stay a little longer?”

“Of course, Zuki,” Sandra soothed, shooting her son and husband a glance. “You can stay as late as you want.”

A few hours later, Mizuki was out cold, the food was all eaten, Sandra’s siblings were gone, and Eric, Jake, Venus, Sandra, and George were the only ones left. Jake and George were in the kitchen, having decided that their conversation had upset the others quite enough.

“Dad, let me make something clear: do not disrespect Venus’ origins like that again,” Jake quietly said.

“I didn’t mean to offend her before, no,” George said. “But I meant what I said about you getting this surgery. You won’t thank yourself.”

“How else can I not break her heart, Dad? How else can I get her pregnant? For that matter, how else can I fulfill my new responsibilities?” Jake asked. “I’m a Prince now. The Nocturneans have lived under immortals for over thirty six centuries.”

“Fine, I can’t speak to that,” George said. “But you know my opinion, and I’m sticking to it.” He stared at his taller son. “Jake, why do you even want to know what I think? You’re a grown man now.”

“I will ALWAYS care about your opinion, Dad, don’t think I won’t. I just wish it made more sense sometimes.” Jake ran his hand back through his hair. His fathers’, he noted, had a streak of grey in it. “Look…Venus and I have asked family that had the procedure, and aside from one guy who had mild insomnia, they all report that it went well. I’ll still be Jake. I’ll just last a bit longer. If I go through with it. I want Vulkan and the Emperor’s personal opinions.”

“And what will they say?”

“They both think it will be a good idea. I want to know why,” Jake said.

Back in the living room, Eric was asking Venus a few questions about the process. “Venus, do you know what this actually involves? The procedure?”

“It’s a bog-standard genemodding, really, they just use a Primarch’s DNA as a base instead of a blood relative,” Venus said. “The reason it’s so rare is that if you’re not a member of the Royal family, or absurdly well-connected to the Astartes legion, it’s technically illegal.”

“Why? Do they just not want a bunch of random strangers living forever?” Sandra asked.

“Well, that may be a part of it, but I suspect that it’s just a precaution. They don’t want to have the DNA of Royal Family members floating around in public,” Venus replied with a shrug. “Also, it’s not the safest possible source of genemods. There’s also some psychoconditioning and a few small cybernetic implantations, just to ensure the body doesn’t reject the modified genes.”

Sandra shifted uncomfortably. The idea of her son becoming someone else was obviously disconcerting. For once, Venus didn’t have a placatory remark to make. “Sandra, I’m not going to say this is safe. It’s…it’s no more dangerous than Warp travel, certainly, but it’s not safe. But I want this, for his sake and for mine. And frankly, the Emperor wouldn’t have offered if he didn’t think Jake should take it. The fact that he sees it as something to look forward to should say a lot.”

Sandra nodded, her stomach tightening. “Well…he’d know, I suppose. Do you know what Vulkan thinks about this?”

Venus managed a smile. “Dad thinks it’s a brilliant idea, and he’s already offered to help.”

“Has Lady Misja received this treatment, do you know?” Sandra asked.

Venus’ smile froze. “No. It’s…it only works on men. Mom’s mortal, still.”

“Oh.” Sandra looked away. “I’m sorry.”

“Mom and I have talked about it. We’ve talked about it many times.” Venus sighed. “I’ve come to terms with it, and I think she has too. But I don’t have Dad’s resilience, really. I couldn’t lose Mom and Jake.”

Jake and George returned to the room and sat back down as Venus finished her statement. “Well…even if it didn’t extent my life, it would still be the only way to have a biological family,” Jake said gravely. “That lends it weight, too.”

“Jake, it sounds like your mind’s made up,” Eric noted.

“No, Grandpa, it isn’t. Not this fast.” Jake leaned back in his chair, clearly drained. Sandra and George both noted their son’s new appearance. He had gotten much stronger since he had left Earth. The tight cords of muscle in his arms and upper back bespoke Nocturne’s gravity.

“Look…thanks, all of you, for your opinions.” He offered up a weak grin. “I think we’ve all had enough. What else should we talk about?”

As the night wore on, the group slowly broke up, and Jake and Venus departed for their own home. As Jake sat, silent and stern behind the controls, Venus looked over at him. “Did that help?” she asked.

“Yes. I think so.” Jake sighed. “I’m sorry Dad called you unnatural.”

“Yeah, that stung.” Venus slowly shook her head. “Where did it even come from? I’ve never seen George act that way before.”

Jake thought back to the conversation. “I think he feels that the sort of genetic alchemy the Emperor uses is more danger than benefit.”

“Well, he’s wrong. We won the Crusade with it, I was made from it, and Grandpa’s offering it to you to make your life better.” Venus’ fraying patience was evident in her blunt statement.

Jake looked over at her, pained. “Venus…it’s the fact that it might not work that gets to me.”

“True.” Venus felt the conversation about to loop back to old ground, and decided to cut it off preemptively. “Listen. Go talk to Dad again. He needs to weigh in on this.”

Jake nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” He let out a tense breath. “You know, Angela put a little knowledge in here.” He tapped his head. “She thinks it’s the best thing that’s happened to Mike since they got married. That means a lot.”

“Well, it means a lot to her that Michael and she can spend their lives together,” Venus said, maybe a bit shortly. The fact that her psychic cousin had had apparently no difficulty in convincing Michael of the procedure’s benefits was distantly annoying. Venus wondered if perhaps she just hadn’t hit upon the right argument.

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re right.” Jake looked back out the window at the taillights of the Treasury car ahead of them. “I’m going to talk to Vulkan tomorrow.”

The pseudoweather outside was growing cooler as summer ended. The rooftop patio of Vulkan’s manor was still covered in the carefully-tended flowers that Misja planted, in pots and ceramic urns here and there, and the wrought-iron railing (which Vulkan had made with his bare hands, as Jake had learned) was overgrown with creeping, flowering vines.

Jake breathed in the familiar smell with a grin. “Smells like an arboretum here.”

“It does,” his father-in-law said. Vulkan reclined against the entry to the open patio, hands folded over his waist. “We didn’t have these back home.”

“Still don’t, sadly, last I checked.” Jake smiled. “The new house on Nocturne is absolutely magnificent. The design work we did…it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Vulkan said with a distinct note of pride. The two men had co-designed the structure, at Jake’s suggestion. The manor was situated on one of the massive rooftops of Themis Castle, cunningly built to look like nothing more than another addition to the ever-expanding citadel. It was more than half again the size of the house Vulkan and Misja shared on Terra, and five times the size of the house Venus had bought for them on Terra, after the wedding.

“I suppose you know why I’m here,” Jake said, cutting to the point.

“You want my advice,” Vulkan said.

“I do.” Jake sighed, burying his simmering tensions. He looked up at Vulkan and tried to meet his eyes. “Vulkan, I’m scared. I shouldn’t be…and if I was one of your Astartes, you’d tan my hide for it,” he said.

Vulkan snorted. It was true.

“But I am. And…I want to know what you think.”

The obsidian warrior clasped his hands on his son-in-law’s shoulders, mindful of his temperature. “Jake, I think it would be the wisest decision you could make to get the procedure. More than eternal life, it’s a chance to start a dynasty.” He stepped back and spoke earnestly, eyes raised to the sky. “I fought for my father’s empire for three thousand six hundred years. I built bases, power plants, schools, shipyards. I burned churches and temples, I crossed oceans of stars, I built a Legion of a half a million men from ten thousand over-eager Terrans…and I have never been happier than I am watching Venus grow into a Crown Princess.” He looked down at Jake and smiled. “I want to see her stay happy, confident, and deeply in love, Jake. You can do that for her.”

Jake was silent, surprised and moved by the unexpected depth of Vulkan’s plea. “I…understand. My own father said it was an abomination, not in those words, you understand, but he did. He thinks I shouldn’t throw away a body that works the way nature built it to.”

Vulkan nodded. “My own father, N’bel, was surprised and unnerved by my appearance when I was growing up. He thought it unnatural, deviant. It was a sign of his character that he overcame it, and treated me like an honored son even when he learned my true heritage.” He sat down in a metal chair by the door and thought back. “When the Emperor came to Nocturne to take me away…I spoke to N’bel. I told him who I was. Who I was born to be. What I was to become. He was sad…confused. But he was also proud. And when I offered him the same thing the Emperor has offered you…he refused, because he wanted to go to the mountain one day. I respected his choice.”

Vulkan looked back up at Jake, his eyes narrowed. “I still do. I know that it was the way of his people, my people, to respect death, even if they also held some fear of it because of the depredations of the Dark Eldar. Nocturne was death itself, to them, a birthplace and a grave. So please, Jake, understand, that when I say I want you to live, and give my daughter the children she so desperately wants to have, it means more than just the words themselves can convey.”

Jake felt his eyes water a bit at the pain and weariness behind Vulkan’s voice. He suspected that he and Misja had had some tense discussions of late. “I see.” Jake sat too, running his hands over his narrow beard. “Well…that’s pretty convincing.” He slowly looked to Vulkan, resolve crystalizing in his heart. “Then there’s really only one person left to ask, isn’t there?”

Misja pressed the envelope on her daughter, frowning. “I mean it, Venus. This was part of the deal.”

“I suppose it was,” Venus said. She hesitantly took the envelope and pocketed it. “Thanks, Mom.”

A hesitant knock on the door drew their attention. Jake was standing at the door to the little library on the third floor, eyes wide. “Should I come back later?” he asked.

“Please, Jake,” Misja said.

“Sorry.” He stepped back and retreated into an adjacent study to wait.

Misja looked back to her daughter. “Baby, you and Jake both want to keep working, which is great, but Nocturnean nobility generally make politicking their full-time job. You’ll need money.”

“But…I mean, math isn’t exactly my strong suit, but isn’t this above critical mass, so to speak?” Venus said.

“Well above. Don’t worry about it,” her mother counseled. She leaned over and hugged her daughter. “Believe me, the last thing I would want to have happen to you two is money problems, and goodness knows we’re never going to run out.”

Venus closed her eyes and sighed, accepting her mother’s wisdom. “This is a huge deal, Mom. Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it, Venus,” Misja said. She leaned back and smiled. “So…I asked Jake to wait because I want to ask you first. What’s his decision?”

“He’s waffling,” Venus groused. “Eternity scares him.”

“It scares me,” Misja admitted. “But…well, we’ve talked it over, before. I’m at peace with my choice. And I think Jake could be, too. But I know you want him to take the plunge.”

“If it had been viable for you, Mom, would you have done it?” Venus asked.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t think it matters.” Misja fidgeted, crossing her arms. “Listen, I know you think it’s what Jake should want…but it might not be what he does. Please, don’t resent him if he decides to live with the lifespan his parents gave him.”

“I wouldn’t,” Venus said.

Misja cocked an eyebrow. “Really?”

Venus glared at her. “I wouldn’t!”

Her mother was obviously not convinced. Expedience won out over persistence, however, and she let the matter drop. She rose and beckoned Jake in from the other room. He walked in and sat next to his wife, squeezing her hand with a smile as he sat. “Hey. Sorry if I intruded before, I apologize.” Misja smiled. “Not a problem, Jake. I was just giving Venus the account details for her gift.”

“Yes…such generosity. It makes my head spin,” Jake admitted. “You can take the hiver out of the hive, as they say.”

“Well, you only get half,” Misja joked.

Venus rolled her eyes. “Mom, we merged accounts years ago.”

“Oh, did you? I didn’t know.” The former Administratum Adept turned her own eyes to Jake. “May I ask what you’ve decided?”

“I want to hear your piece first,” Jake said.

Misja nodded. “Well, I think it’s ultimately your call, but I want you to give it fair pause.”

“I have, trust me,” Jake said. “I sat in the chair in the greatroom for nine hours yesterday, starting at about four in the morning, thinking until my eyes were tearing.”

Misja smiled in sympathy. “It happened to me, too. To all of us. Some of the Royal Mothers turned to experimental surgeries, juvenat treatments…even psychic therapies. Me…I might use juvenats myself, if it comes to that. But I’ve come to live with my lifespan, Jake. I will love Vulkan and you and Venus as long as I can, then I’ll die. I can still be happy with the time I have.”

Jake grimaced in discomfort. “But…that’s the problem. You’ll live on in Venus, of course…but if I don’t do this, we can never have children.”

“Can’t you? Venus wasn’t born from my womb, but she’s still my daughter. You could adopt,” Misja pointed out.

“That’s fair,” Jake allowed.

Misja tilted her head. “But you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t considered it.” Jake leaned forward. “Look…I haven’t made up my mind, because I honestly don’t know if I’ve learned everything I need to. We’re talking about a literal change in the physical and mental structure of my brain, here. The introduction of new conceptual capabilities. Michael, Angela’s husband, swears he’s smarter. He can comprehend more topics. That scares me a bit.”

“What do you want me to tell you, Jake? I can’t experience that.” Misja smiled faintly. “I have an immortal husband too, you know. Have you asked him what he thinks?”

“Naturally. He basically said he was looking forward to me going through with it so Venus could start popping out kids,” Jake said drily.

“Oh, really? Really, Dad? For fucks’ sake,” Venus groaned.

“Well he coached it in a story about his father, N’bel, but yes.” Jake smiled. “He was very convincing, though. I admit I had never thought of it as matter of spiritual preference.”

Misja nodded. “Nocturneans think of the Circle of Fire, the cycle of birth, accomplishment, death, and returning to the soil. You’re not Nocturnean, really, I know, but I think you see the point. And if you go through with this, become more than human, you’ll have the chance to escape it. I think if you were a lesser man, Jake, Vulkan would have opposed this even if he still offered his genome to make it possible. It’s a sign of his respect for you that he actually wants you to survive outside of the spiritual creed by which he’s lived for all these years.”

She leaned forward, transfixing him with her piercing brown eyes. “There is no shame in death on Nocturne. Everyone dies there, sometimes without warning. The Astartes that are the pinnacle of the Nocturnean way of life live forever, like you could, until they come to an abrupt end in war, and then they have a chance to return to the flames of Deathfire where they belong. They reconcile the fact that, on the surface, they don’t seem to be a part of the Circle of Fire by rationalizing their purpose: they are soldiers, and soldiers can die. If the worst should happen, you wouldn’t really be escaping your spiritual burden, you’d just be accepting it long after you would have otherwise.”

Venus glanced sideways at Jake, and noted the distant look in his eyes. “I see.”

“By the same token, there’s nothing wrong with accepting the life that you have and living it to the fullest, making yourself and other happy. That’s what the whole universe does, save the Eldar. And you can’t be held to a fault for it, even if it means that you can’t start a family from your own loins,” Misja continued. “Meeting Vulkan and starting a family with him is a blessing to me, even if I know I’ll leave him some day. Can you say the same for meeting Venus?”

“Unconditionally,” Jake affirmed.

“Then make the choice that satisfies your own conscience and desire, Jake, not the one that your parents want, or I want. Or even what Venus wants,” she added.

Jake sighed. “Except that I know that I can’t make everyone happy with this, and making my family and friends happy with my actions is…maybe more important to me than it should be,” he said. “Sorry, that was a dumb thing to say. Let me start over. I don’t want my relationship with you or my father to worsen if I go ahead with this, any more than I want to make Venus live alone, or disappoint the Emperor.”

“Well, Jake, it sounds like you HAVE made up your mind, you just aren’t sure how to handle the consequences,” Misja said.

Jake went silent. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair. “Is that it?” he finally asked.

“You know my opinion. You know the opinions of everyone who has a place sharing them.” Misja stood. “So if you can’t please everyone, no matter how much you want to…what will you do?” she asked. Her voice was firm, even harsh.

Jake slowly stood too. He looked down at Venus, then up at her mother, eyes weary, but determined. “Thanks, Misja.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “I needed a kick in the ass.”

“So many people do, and I can only provide them one at a time,” Misja sighed.

He snorted. “Gee, what a martyr.” He stood back and smiled at her. “So…if I do go ahead with this, you won’t think less of me?”

“It’s not what I would do if I were you, Jake, but if you can give yourself, my daughter, and the Salamanders a dynasty…I could only be even prouder of you,” Misja admitted with a smile.

Jake let out a breath. “Then my mind’s made up.” He took Venus’ hand and gently lifted it. She stood to look up into his eyes, and she dared to hope.

“I’ll accept the Emperor’s offer.”

Jake knelt before the Emperor’s desk, hands on his knee. “My Liege.” The radiant light from hidden fixtures on the walls bathed the white marble flooring in a suffuse glow. The Emperor’s own light added to the effect.

The Emperor bade him stand. “Rise, my grandson. You have reached a conclusion regarding my offer?”

“I have, my Liege,” Jake said. He stood, quelling his nerves. “My testament is written…Vulkan has provided his blood sample. I am as ready as I can be. All relevant parties have weighed in, and I am prepared,” he intoned.

The Master of Mankind rose from his chair, hands planted on the surface of his desk. “Jacob. Your name is a significant one, even if you didn’t know it. Do you know your name’s roots?”

“If I recall, it means something like ‘A man who wrestles,’” Jake replied, somewhat confused.

“Close.” The Emperor slowly walked around the table, eyeing his grandson. “In the mythology of Ancient Earth, back when people took religion as a way of illuminating themselves instead of blinding others, your namesake was a man of great and storied conflict. He was a patriarch, so the books said, a leader who founded great families, overcame great hardships, and eventually gave his name, or a version of it, to a nation which lasted for thousands of years.” The Emperor chose to conceal that fact that it remained a warzone for nearly its entire history. “The name itself means both ‘A Wrestler of Angels’ and ‘A Prince of Harsh God.’”

The Emperor paused at the edge of the table. “You will never be a Space Marine, Jacob, nor should you be. You will overcome great struggles in your life, be sure of it, though not all of them will involve fighting. Precious few, I imagine. But your second name seems fitting. Nocturne is a harsh, terrible place, where the most violent of cataclysms are used to set calendars and watches, and horrible beasts devour people alive…but within you will lie the same flame that lights Vulkan’s heart and scours weakness from his people.”

The Emperor stood before his grandson and stared into his dark green eyes. “Tell me, Jacob. Would you take his fire into yourself? Become more than human…even if it means you will not be your old self anymore?”

“To what extent would my mind change, my Liege?” Jake asked.

“Your memories will remain. So too your outlook on things, and your views and politics. You will think faster. Your reflexes will improve. Strength, stamina, mental perception. They will all become more than they are.” The Emperor tilted his head back, looking down at the slightly shorter man. “You will be able to comprehend numbers and ideas that humans can not.”

“But my personality will be the same? Really, that’s my only reason for pause at this point, my Liege,” Jake asked.

“Unchanged. I would not offer it if it made you someone other than the man whom my granddaughter loves,” the Emperor said.

Jake bowed low. “Then I accept your offer, my Liege, and the responsibility it confers.”

“Good.” The Emperor clasped Jake’s hand as the shorter man rose. “Eternity is not something to fear, Jacob. It is a wonderful thing, should one find a passion. For some, it is war, others art, others foretelling. I have a love of artifice and invention. Your father-in-law loves honest, hard work, and leadership. Your uncle Roboute enjoys the intrigue and trickery of interstellar economics.” He smiled faintly. “I suspect you will find Nocturne and Terra alike are places of great wonder, once you have infinite time to explore them.”

“I sincerely hope so, Sire,” Jake said. He returned the handshake. “Then…what do I do?”

“First, I wish for you to go to those who disagreed with your decision and speak to them frankly. Tell them what you can. And give me Vulkan’s blood sample,” the Emperor said.

“No need, Sire, Vulkan said he would send it over by secure courier,” Jake said. He grimaced. “And there’s only one man who objected in more than passing vehemence.”

“May I assume it is your father?” the Emperor asked. Jake nodded. “I see.” The Emperor quirked a grin. “I’d ask that he come and speak to me in person, but I’d rather not drown out his own opinion.”

Jake ruefully shook his head. “Yes, Sire, I suspect he’d think I was trying to bully him into submission by intimidating him. Remember how he nearly locked up at the wedding reception?”

“I do, and I find that sort of behavior distantly tiring,” the Emperor said. He held his hand over to the door. “Please. Do what you would to alleviate the concerns of those who would fear for the outcome of the process. The nearest time my chirurgeon can perform the operation is twelve hours out, the actual procedure is quite fast.”

“I shall, my Liege,” Jake said, stilling another bout of nerves. “Venus herself would want to be present, I imagine.”

“She should not be, if you wish to retain some privacy. The operation is fast, but invasive. I would recommend she wait in the Guest Wing,” the Emperor said.

“I’ll let her know,” Jake promised. “She and my parents, and Miranda and Nathaniel, are waiting outside.”

“I know. I’m glad Nathaniel found his own procedure successful,” the Emperor said, walking his grandson to the door. “Do greet them for me, would you, Jacob?”

Jake bowed again. “I will. Thank you, your Majesty.”

Venus quickly stood as she saw Jake returning from the Emperor’s personal offices. “Hey! How did it go?” she asked.

“Well. They’ll be ready to go in twelve hours. The Emperor’s personal chirurgeon is going to perform it,” Jake said as he walked up.

Miranda smiled serenely from her seat. “I think you’ll be fine, Jake. I’m not sensing any sudden upwells of mourning in your future,” she said. “Good to know. Now, just to be sure,” he said, turning to Nate.

Nate chuckled, his blue eyes flaring briefly as he checked his wife’s work. “Nope, you’re good as far as I know. Then again, I couldn’t levitate a pencil a foot off the ground.” He stood up and grinned at his friend and brother-in-law. “Believe me, you’ll pull through if any of us do.”

Sandra clutched her hands together, staring at the carpet. Beyond discomfort at the sight of such psychic abilities being used, she wasn’t comfortable with the idea of her son going into surgery. George sighed. “Jake…are you sure you want to do this?”

“As sure as I can be, Dad,” Jake said. “The Emperor said to say Hi to all of you, by the way,” he added. “Busy guy, you know.”

“Subtle,” George muttered.

Miranda rose from her own seat. “And how are you feeling, Jake?” she asked. She could tell, of course, but she knew it would make him feel better to verbalize it.

“A little nervous, but who wouldn’t be?” Jake asked rhetorically. “Really, though, I just want it to be over.”

Nate nodded in sympathy. “Here,” he said, running his hand over his lower neck, just above his trapezius. “There’s a full suite of biomonitors in there now. Feel them?” he asked. Jake blinked, running his own finger over the spot.

“Uh, no.”

“Exactly. The cybernetics are completely non-invasive. Would you have even known where to look?” Nate asked.

“No.” Jake pulled his hand back, wondering how to ask his question. “Man, I appreciate your trying to make me less nervous, but I think I just want to go get some rest for now. Maybe grab a bite to eat.”

“Nope. No food before surgery,” Sandra pointed out.

“Damn. I forgot.” Jake shrugged. “Oh well. You guys want to tour the Palace a bit? The Emperor offered to set you all up in the Guest Wing while we’re waiting.”

“That’s very kind of him, but I think I should be going,” Miranda said. “We’ll be back,” she added. “Don’t worry about it, Jake. I have trust in my grandfather’s medical experts.”

Jake offered her a quick hug. “Thanks, Miranda.” He turned to her husband. “Nate, man, good to see you. If I pull through this, we still on for poker on Saturday?”

“Count on it.” Nate rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You’re the only man I know who can beat a mind-reader at cards.”

“It’s gotta be the shoes,” Jake finished their joke. “See you around, my friend.”

“Bye.” The two psychics walked down the hall to the tramway that would take them to the parking lots.

George slowly rose to his feet, his face pinched. Sandra and Venus started off to the trams as well, as Venus gave directions to the VIP suite. George caught Jake’s hand as he passed. “Jake.”

His son paused, raising his eyebrow. “Look…I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think that I don’t care what you and Venus want.”

Jake nodded, relieved. “Thanks, Dad.” He smiled faintly. “Look at it this way. If this works, the Seagers will be half the bloodline of the Nocturnean Royal Family. Your grandkids could be warrior-kings.”

George snorted. “Well, that’s something.” He looked pained for a moment. “Jake, you know you’ll be my son forever, right?”

“Yeah, I do, Dad,” Jake said. He squeezed his father’s shoulder. “Now…go get Mom and settle in in the Guest Wing. I need to go do one last errand.”

“What do you have left to do?” George asked as the two men walked down the hall.

“I want to ask someone a quick question, and I have to find her first,” Jake answered. “It’s very difficult.”

Alpharia set her vox down, looking up at her unexpected guest. “Jake! Hi, how are you?” she asked, standing up from her luxurious desk.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Jake said, shaking her hand. “How’s the business?”

“Quiet. Very much so. The problems that were cropping up in Croft have subsided by a lot, which might be good or bad,” the White Queen of Espionage replied. “You understand.”

“Sometimes, but that’s why they keep a smart thing like you running the show, so you can grasp it when we mere mortals can’t,” Jake said. He smiled nervously. “Not that I’ll be mortal much longer.”

“Oh, you’re taking the plunge, are you?” Alpharia asked. She smiled coyly. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“That’s true most times, I’d wager. But yeah. Tonight.” Jake sighed, his nerves returning. “Actually, that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh?” Alpharia sat back down. “What’s the issue?”

“Well…to be honest, it scares the shit out of me. Now that I’m committed, it’s not so bad, really, but I still want to know. What’s your opinion on the process?”

Alpharia thought carefully. She and Jake had been pretty frosty to each other when they had gone off to Kouthry, but five years together had thawed them out, and now she was one of the few Royal daughters that Jake thought he could rely on to act as a confidant. “Well, I’d say it’s in your best interest. What could I tell you that the Emperor couldn’t?”

“I want to know its success rate. I don’t think I’d get a straight answer out of His Majesty,” Jake admitted. “I asked him back when he first proposed it and he quoted a different answer than the ones that Nate and Mike got.”

“Oh, really? Hmm.” Alpharia considered the question. “If I recall, it’s about eighty nine percent.”

Jake nodded. “Okay…that’s higher than what he gave me. So…is he just hedging his bets?”

“Dunno.” The gray-eyed, white-haired young woman looked at him contemplatively, rubbing her chin in thought. “I think he just has more experience with its procedure than I do. Honestly, I bet you’ll be fine.”

“All right.” Jake stood back up. “Thanks, Alpharia. We still on for poker on Saturday?”

“You bet.” She stood back up and offered him a quick hug. “You’ll be fine, Jake. Trust my grandfather. He wants you and Venus to be happy.”

“I know he does.” He smiled at the shorter woman. “Thanks a lot. I’ll see you after it’s all done.

The Emperor’s private chirurgeon, a stocky little man with the look of a sanctionite about him, eased Jake down on the table in the operating room, several hours later. “All right, Prince Seager, any questions before we get started?” the man asked.

“Well, the usual. The time it takes, side effects, et cetera,” Jake said nervously, staring at the variety of dark fluids in their glass ampoules on the side table with trepidation.

“Oh, we’ll be done in three hours,” the doctor soothed. “As for side effects…depends on the donor. Your skin, hair, eyes might darken a bit since your donor is from Nocturne, but you won’t grow extra eyes or anything. Certainly, you’ll become a bit physically stronger. As for the actual surgery, you won’t notice the effects for several days. They’ll come gradually. Within a month, we’ll know how well it worked, and your apotheosis will conclude.”

“Have you had it done on yourself?” Jake asked.

“Oh goodness no, I have a horrible fear of needles,” the doctor said. Jake stared at him. “What? I can use them on other people, just not myself.”

Jake let out a breath. “Okay…well, tell me you’re ready to start.”

“Sure thing, your Highness,” the doctor said distantly, sorting through a small pile of metallic beads and selecting the one he wanted to use. The tiny cybernetic devices controlled the donor geneseed, to prevent the recipient’s system from being overwhelmed. “In fact…we’re ready to begin,” he said.

“All right,” Jake said, trying to suppress his shakes. “All right. Then…let’s not waste time.”

“Time, sir? Time isn’t an issue for you anymore,” the doctor noted, gently tapping an IV into Jake’s arm. “Now. Relax and start counting.”

Venus wrung her hands in the waiting room. Her eyes were dimmed, and if anyone had tried to touch her, her skin would have felt as cool as a human’s. Miranda was half-asleep in a chair in the corner. Nate had his arm around her shoulders, asleep himself in the love seat. The Seagers were sitting across from each other, both pretending to read magazines.

“Venus,” Miranda whispered from her seat. Venus started and looked over to her cousin as her hair whipped around her like a black rope. “He’s just fine. Fast asleep and doing great,” Miranda said. Her eyes flared a bit, lighting her peaceful smile. “Trust me. No problems at all.”

Her black-skinned cousin nodded. “Right. Right.” She gave a tight, uncomfortable sigh. “Did I push this on him?”

“Yes,” Miranda said. Venus winced. “That said, I would have if you didn’t. Vulkan would have if you didn’t. The Emperor would have if you didn’t, and he wouldn’t have asked Nate and Mike if he didn’t want to be well-informed,” Miranda continued. She gingerly disengaged herself from her husband and walked over to Venus’ seat on the couch. “Please stop, okay?” she quietly asked.

Venus’ pained gaze lit Miranda’s Scholastica Psykana robe of office, turning the rich purple fabric a deep red. “I’m just worried.”

“You’re right to be worried. It’s dangerous. But I have an insight you don’t, and I’m telling you to relax.” Miranda smiled again, invisibly opening her third eye and allowing the faintest hint of blue light to leak through the bandana on her forehead. “Jake wants this to work, very much. So did Vulkan. Trust me.”

Finally, the Salamander Lady Primarch managed to relax, letting her cousin’s words register. “Yeah. All right.” She weakly smiled at Miranda. “Thanks.”

Miranda slid her arm around Venus’ shoulders for a reassuring hug. “He’s just fine. Not even dreaming.”

“Don’t tell him you peeked into his mind while he was out cold, though, okay?” Venus asked.

Miranda drew her fingers across her lips in the classic zipping motion. Venus laughed under her breath. “You know he went to Alpharia to ask her opinion too?”

“I did. She told him something that took a load off his mind, whatever it was. I won’t ask.” Miranda straightened up. “Oh…good. The implants are finished. Just the injection, then he’s all done.”

George looked up from his magazine. “How does he look?”

“At the moment, undignified, but completely fine. He’s under anesthesia,” Miranda informed him.

“Actually, Miranda, can we skip the details?” Sandra asked. “It’s intensely creepy, and he asked us not to watch in person from the gantry. This feels like we’re doing that.”

Miranda shrugged, casting her red braids over her luxurious robe. “As you wish.”

After the last few hours passed, the doctor emerged from the operating suite and stood expectantly in the waiting room. “Ladies and gentlemen, he’ll be just fine,” he assured the waiting family. “The operation went perfectly. He’ll be up and around by next week with no problems,” he said.

George sighed, a feeling of relief mingling with the last of his lingering resentment. “And did it take?” he asked.

“We have no way of knowing,” the doctor hedged. “Give it a week. And I’m warning you now, Princess, he’s going to be weak as a baby for a day or two. Water only, no food, no sex, no exercise, no direct sunlight, no loud noises, no chemical exposure. I’ve essentially reset his cardiovascular system to default. No Warp travel, no trips to Nocturne for a bit.” He delivered the warning in the stern voice of a career doctor.

Venus nodded. “We’ll be careful.”

Sandra spoke up. “When can we see him?”

“Well, that depends on how much he needs to rest, but I’d say sometime in the morning two days from now,” the doctor said. “Within a week, he’ll be feeling his old self, more or less.”

“Good.” Sandra sighed. “Then…I think we should go.”

“Sandra, you’re welcome to stay in the Guest Wing for as long as you like,” Venus pointed out.

“But you’re taking him home, right? So I think we’ll just head out,” Sandra said.

Venus rose and hugged her, muffling a sigh. “He’ll be okay, Sandra, I promise.”

“I think he will,” Sandra said. A tear gathered in her eye as she moved back. “You take care of him now, all right?”

“Bet on it,” Venus said.

“Jake’s gonna be so disappointed,” Nate said sadly.

Miranda's husband, Nathaniel

Venus looked over at him. “Why?”

“You heard what the doctor said. No chemical exposure? He loves that,” Nate sighed.

Venus erupted in giggles as Sandra clamped her hand over her lips. “Nate, shut up,” Venus managed.

“Just making it easier,” Nate said cheerfully. “I had the same speech, after all. Or so Miranda tells me. I was out like a broken bulb for two days straight.”

Recuperation

Jake stirred. The breeze across his face brought him about. He licked dry lips and tried to rise, until a lancing pain from his shoulders brought him down. He groaned through his teeth. “Oh…not moving for a while,” he muttered.

He glanced to the side, noting the small fan that was providing the breeze. A shifting weight on his other side pulled his attention away from the oscillating fan to the familiar sight of his wife, dressed in a thick tank top, fast asleep. “Venus?” he asked.

Her eyes snapped open. He winced at the light. “Jake…you’re awake!” she said. She leaned over to him, eyes sparkling. “How do you feel?”

“Everywhere hurts, baby,” Jake admitted. “How long was I out?”

“Well over a day,” Venus whispered. “It’s 0200 Tuesday.”

“Did I wake you?” Jake asked.

Venus smiled, her shoulders shifting as if she was letting something go. “See, you’re the best. You just had life-altering surgery and you want to make sure I’m okay.”

Jake returned the smile, feeling her warmth brush his lips as she slid her eyes shut and kissed him. “I don’t feel different.” He sank into the pillow. “In a few days, we’ll find out how it worked.”

“Until then, relax.” Venus slid her hand down his chest, leaving a trail of her heat down his bare skin. “The Royal Estate can wait a while until you heal properly.”

“All right.”

“You should have heard the laundry list of restrictions the doctor had,” Venus said. “You’re basically confined to bed for a few days.”

“Yeah? What did he say?” Jake tiredly asked.

“‘Water only, no food, no sex, no exercise, no direct sunlight, no loud noises, no chemical exposure. No Warp travel, no trips to Nocturne for a bit,’” Venus quoted from her eidetic memory.

“Whaaaat? Vastly increased stamina and I can’t have sex with you for a week?” Jake groused.

Venus slapped a hand over her face in frustration. “Listen, stud, you’ve got enough on your plate. We’ve got infinite time to get back to the grind, you get some sleep.”

“Hmph. I suppose it’s doctor’s orders.” Jake tried to move his arm, and he couldn’t. He whimpered through his teeth as his nerves flared with pain. “Can you help? My arm is asleep.”

Venus obligingly lifted his arm and set it down at a more natural angle, gently massaging the aching muscle with her hands. He sighed as the heat from her flesh melted into his, and she coaxed circulation into his arm after a day of disuse. “Thanks, baby.”

She leaned over and rested her finger on his lips. “Now…rest. I’ll be here when you wake up, don’t you fear,” she whispered. Her eyes dimmed as she relaxed back into the bed, letting go of his arm.

“Good night, baby.” Jake settled back into the soft sheets. “Now, just to confirm…no chemical exposure?”

“Go to sleep, Jake,” Venus said flatly, concealing her relieved grin in the darkness.

Sandra sat in the chair at Jake’s bedside a few days later, feeling some of her worries melt away. “Are you sure you’re all right, Jake?” she asked again.

Jake grinned, sitting up in the bed. “Mom, I’ll be fine by this time tomorrow. I don’t even feel different yet.”

“So did it not work?” George asked.

“I dunno. Give it a few more weeks. According to the doctor, if it did work perfectly, the only thing that will change visibly is that the atrophied muscles in my arms and legs will start healing on their own,” Jake explained. “And if it didn’t, then my eyes will start changing color, then the thing with my arms.”

“And…if it failed, and the thing we talked about at the party happens?” Sandra pressed.

“That would have been obvious to the doctor when I talked to him yesterday, he had a blood screener with him,” Jake said. “I’ll be fine.”

George shook his head. “Well…all right. You come see us when you can, all right?”

“Absolutely,” Jake assured them. He grinned up at his parents. “Thanks for swinging by. You two want to stay for dinner? It’s my first solid meal since the operation.”

Sandra hesitated before answering, looking up at George. “Sure, that’d be nice.”

“Great.” Jake gingerly edged out of the bed, glad he had bothered to put on running shorts. His back audibly popped as he stood. “You guys ever had Venus’ cooking? I don’t know where she found time to learn at school, we were always so busy,” he said, steering them out of the bedroom.

That Thursday morning, Jake stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were changing. The rippled dark greens were fading into a uniform red. His hair and skin were the same, but there was no mistaking it: his eyes were transforming.

He slowly reached a finger up to the mirror, brushing some drops of condensate aside. He brought his face up to the glass, staring straight into his own gaze. The red was bleeding out from the retina into the iris. The cornea and iris weren’t changing, yet, but the whorls of green pigment were vanishing into a bright, brilliant red.

“’Morning, Jake,” Venus said cheerfully, walking in front of the entrance to the bathroom. She had had to leave early for a meeting with the Chancellor. As she crossed the door, she paused, taking in his pose. “You all right, baby?”

Jake silently beckoned her over. She stood by his side, looking in confusion as he held his nose to the glass. “Venus, go get your mirror glasses, all right?” he asked. His voice was cut with urgency.

Venus blinked in surprise, but did as she was told. She brought the glasses to him and slid them onto her face.

Jake straightened up and gently squeezed her shoulders, holding her still. He brought his eyes up to her own, and he could see the little ovals of fire widen behind the mirrored lenses.

“Oh! Your eyes…they’re shifting!” she said in surprise. “Wow…well, how do you feel?”

“I can’t feel a thing,” Jake admitted. His voice was hollow. “But…well.”

“You wanted to keep your mother’s eyes,” Venus said in sympathy. “Well, we took those pictures before the operation, you can have your eyes surgically altered to look like your old ones again.”

Jake turned back to the mirror, staring at his reflection. “Let’s see what else changes,” he whispered.

Alpharia set the bowl of chips down on the table in her modest house, looking at the well-worn leather case on the table. “Hey, more money for me!”

“Dream on,” Freya snorted. She ran her hands over the case, remembering when she had bought it. “Man, we broke that thing in fast,” she muttered. “Several nights a week for the rest of the summer.”

Jake sat down next to her, grinning up at her from behind his sunglasses. “I hope you’ve been practicing.”

“Bah, I don’t need practice,” she scoffed. She smiled happily at the pile of clay chips Jake was pulling out of the box. “I’m glad you were up to this.”

Jake nodded emphatically. “Me too!” He saw Nate and Remilia wander in, completing the assembly.

Nate immediately dropped a large bag of something tasty-smelling on the table. “Hey, all, hope everyone’s hungry.”

“Always,” Remilia said. She looked over at where Jake and Venus were sitting. “So…don’t keep us in suspense, you two. How did it go?” she asked.

Jake looked sideways at Venus, arcing an eyebrow over his sunglasses, which he had retained only to heighten the mood. “Well…” he drawled laconically, pulling them off. “You know how these things go.”

Freya actually gasped. The others made similar, more muted sounds of surprise. Jake’s irises were now constantly-moving circles of red. They both looked like currents of glowing paint, swirling around his pupils. They weren’t glowing with actual light, but the effect was still profound.

“Holy shit,” Nate murmured. “All mine did were change color.”

“Yeah, this was something of a surprise,” Jake admitted. He smiled. “Looks rad, though. This happened in less than two days,” he said, gesturing at his face.

“So does this mean more will happen?”

“If it continues, you bet,” Jake said. He grabbed a steaming sandwich from the bag. “At this rate, I’ll look like Vulkan in under a month.”

Alpharia gaped. “Are you serious?” she demanded.

“No, all I’m due for is a slight change in skin tone, now,” Jake said. “I was just poking fun.”

Freya let out a breath. “Well…that’s going to take some getting used to.” She leaned over him, staring intently. “Did it hurt?”

“Not at all.” Jake shrugged. “Do I look different any other way?”

“…No, but you do have a different…sense, I guess,” Freya said.

“Do I smell or sound different yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, just a little.” She narrowed her eyes, staring into his. “It’s actually kinda fun to watch,” she said.

“Well, the only other thing I’ve noticed is increased heat resistance,” Jake said. “I accidentally set my hand on a handle for a cast-iron skillet that had been over an element for fifteen minutes and it barely felt uncomfortable.” He opened his hand. It was unmarked. “I mean, I still can’t handle heat like Venus can, but I seriously felt almost nothing.”

“Are the rest of your senses dulling?” Remilia asked.

“Not at all.” Jake sat back in his seat and grabbed a pack of cards from the chip set. “Honestly, I feel great.”

“Good,” Nate said. His eyes flashed for a moment. “You mind?” At Jake’s shrug, he ran his own mind over the contours of Jake’s. “Huh. Basically the same.”

“Well, if it’s gonna change, it’ll be over the next few weeks.” Jake cut the cards. “I sort of prepared for this. It’s a small price to pay.”

“What do your parents think? I know they were both dreading this,” Nate said.

“I haven’t seen them since it started.” Jake anted up. “Who’s in?”

Nearly one full month after the operation, Jake sat at the dinner table in his parents’ new apartment, talking to his family, and trying not to weird them out overmuch. Mizuki was balanced in his lap, staring up at her cousin in amazement that stood in stark contrast to her parents’ mixture of disgust and shock. “Did it hurt at all?” she asked.

“The surgery? A lot. The changes? Not at all,” Jake said. He smiled down at the little girl in his lap. “Want to see?”

“Yes!” she said, scooting up to look into his eyes. Jake relaxed and opened his eyes as wide as he could, and Mizuki stared into them, entranced. “THAT’S SO COOL!” she squealed.

Jake grinned broadly. “Sure is.” He looked up at Alice and Hajime, who were looked far less enthused. “Right, guys?” he asked pointedly.

“It’s certainly different,” Hajime murmured. He looked at the tan Jake was sporting as his skin darkened. “Do you know how much more you’ll change?”

“Yep, this is about it, physically,” Jake said. He hefted his free hand and held it open. His cuticles, tongue, eyelids, all of his skin had darkened. Where before he had been so pale that one could follow the veins under his skin, now he looked like a Tallarn. “Mentally, the changes will be so slow and subtle that I won’t even notice. So…this is the new me.” He grinned down at his cousin in his lap. “So, what do you think? Am I still Jake?”

“I think so,” Mizuki decided.

“You do? That’s a relief,” Jake confessed. “I wouldn’t want to creep you out.”

“I think your skin’s too dark, though, you look like you fell asleep in a tanning bed like that one time,” Mizuki said.

“Hey, that wasn’t even me!” Jake protested. “That was totally in a movie.” He gestured over to where Venus was sitting, chatting with Sandra about something. “You don’t think Venus is too dark,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but she always looks like that,” Mizuki pointed out. “I’m not used to you looking like this.”

Jake gently let her down to the floor. “Well, it’s permanent. I suspect you’ll get used to it,” he said.

Mizuki’s hand lingered on his. “Are you sure you’re all right? Your hand is really warm. It’s like you have a fever.”

“Thanks, but I’m fine.” Jake pulled his hand back, smiling to reassure her. “This is just how my skin feels now.”

“It’s hot.”

“Not as much as Venus’. Is it too hot? Does it hurt to touch?” he asked.

“No, it’s just hot,” she said. She looked up at him again. “So do you feel different?”

Jake shrugged. “Actually…not really. I mean, I’m a little bit stronger and faster, but I can’t even notice it. Seriously, I forget it happened if I’m just sitting around doing something that needs focus. Then I pass by a mirror and ‘Oh yeah, that thing that happened.’”

George finally spoke up. “At least your facial structure didn’t change, right?”

“Nope, still mine,” Jake said, rubbing his chin. His facial hair was a little bit darker, but not as much as his scalp hair. Where his tight curls had been light brown, now they were a deep brown. “So…what’s the verdict?” he asked of the room.

His parents had spoken of it before, of course, and even seen it in person, but the others hadn’t. Walter shrugged. “Man, George is right. This is going to take some getting used to. Still, it looks natural. I don’t know if I prefer it,” he said.

“Hmm.” Jake sighed. “Well. We’ll have time. Now, I talked it over with your parents, Mizuki, and we’ve decided that this is as good a time as any to visit the surface.”

“REALLY?!” she gasped, overjoyed.

“Sure. Do you still want to go?” he asked.

“Yes! Where are we going?” she eagerly asked, as her parents stood.

“You get to pick!” Venus announced.

Mizuki’s little face screwed up in sudden concentration. “But I don’t know any places up there! What do I get to pick from?”

“Well, do you want to go to someplace public, or private?” Venus asked.

“Public! I want to meet people,” Mizuki declared.

“Okay…do you want to go outside or see the buildings?” Venus continued.

“I want to see what the place you and Jake went to school at looks like,” Mizuki said as a thought occurred to her.

“Sure,” Venus said. “It’s called ‘Imperator High.’ It’s called that because it was founded on the last day of the Crusade,” she added. The group slowly made their way out to the cars, handling the questions that Mizuki was eagerly posing, until they fell into formation in the skylanes and took off.

En route, Jake noted Venus discreetly tapping a few commands in her vox. “What are you up to?” he asked. “Making sure of something,” she enigmatically replied. Jake cocked a brow, but kept his questions stowed. Let her be mysterious.

Mizuki tucked Venus’ sunglasses over her eyes and stared up at the sky with her mouth wide open. “WOW! It’s so BRIGHT!”

“It’s actually pretty cloudy today, if you can believe that,” Jake said. He smiled down at the girl who was having her mind so thoroughly blown, remembering when he had had the same experience. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“It’s HUGE! It feels like I’m falling!” Mizuki said. “And it’s so quiet up here too!”

“It feels that way, but people can hear just fine up here,” Jake said. Walter, who had likewise never been out of the hives, was trying not to look impressed, and failing completely, if somewhat less overtly than his niece. Hajime and Alice were looking around in wonder, too, though they had both been topside before. George and Sandra, of course, had seen it many times, and Eric had seen more than his fair share of jungle combat, and found the display entirely unremarkable.

The old soldier had been quiet the entire time, however, only fielding the rarest of questions that Venus and Jake couldn’t answer. At length, however, he spoke up as the group approached the school. “Jake, do you ever think about living in the hives again?”

“All the time,” Jake said, surprising his parents. “Nobody knows their neighbors up here. It’s so expensive. There’s stuff I miss a lot.” He turned to smile at Venus. “But we built a house up here. I wouldn’t walk away from that.”

“Hmm.” Eric looked up at the huge school building, which was an eclectic mix of gothic and pragmatic design that towered over the surrounding manors. “Hell of a building,” he muttered. “Looks like the Munitorum office I worked in back on Maractane.”

“I bet Rogal Dorn designed both,” Venus piped up.

“No, this place was built when he was still stationed on the same planet as me, at the end of the Crusade, before he moved back to Inwit.” Eric shook his head. “It’s still amazing.”

“It is.” Venus walked up to the door and acknowledged the guard’s salute with a nod. “Afternoon, Private.”

“My Lady Venus, Lord Jacob, welcome back,” the aging guard said. “What can we do for you?”

“Is she in?” Venus asked.

“She is indeed, my Lady. Shall I page her? She may be in a conference.”

“Oh, I just won’t bother her,” Venus said. “Thanks.

Jake led the group into the building, pointing out a few details that had changed since he left. “Those doors there are where guests had to go to sign in. It was a zoo. So many students had mercenary guard details or something, and they were never allowed inside, so they had to just wait.” Jake chuckled. “So stupid. There was never any violence here. Well, armed violence.”

“That was the entrance to the assembly hall,” Venus said. She propped the door open an inch and saw a small group of students doing something on the stage. “Looks like we can’t go in, though.”

“My stars! Venus! Is that you?” a voice from ahead of them asked. The group turned to see a graying man in a rumpled-looking tweed vest gaping at her.

“Wow, Professor Blenkach! Been a hell of a long time!” she said, happily shaking his hand.

“It has! Look at you!” he said, holding her at arm’s length. Even in her modest denim jacket, she cut a beautiful figure. “You look amazing, Venus. It’s great to see you after all this time!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Professor, but what are you doing here after school let out?” Venus asked as Jake walked up behind them.

“Oh, just paperwork,” he scoffed. “I swear, I did less in the Munitorum.”

“Hey, Professor,” Jake said.

Blenkach turned. “Uh, hello,” he said. His mind raced as he tried to put a name to the face. “Oh! Jacob! Wow, I almost didn’t recognize you. How are you?”

“Just fine, Adam, thanks.” Jake gestured at the group. “My parents, grandfather, cousin, aunt, and uncles. We’re just here to see the old stomping grounds.”

“I see. Well, that…oh,” Blenkach started as he saw the matching Nocturnean rings on their hands. “So you two stayed an item, then?” he asked slyly. “Good on you both.”

“We did.” Venus smiled. “He’s the Bond Prince of Nocturne now, in fact.”

Blenkach stared at them both for a moment. “Well…quite a promotion,” he said at last. “Congratulations to you both.”

“Thanks, Professor,” Venus said for the two of them.

“I’d love to talk, but I need to hand these in to Headmaster Sebastian,” Blenkach sighed, straightening the papers in his hands. “Do drop by again.”

Jake grinned. “We just might. So long, Professor.”

As Blenkach walked off, Jake and Venus shared a wry grin. “Hmm. Seems he got the anti-aging procedure too, because I swear he hasn’t aged a day,” Jake noted.

“Hee hee, feisty old coot.” Venus looked back at the others. “My old history professor. Former political officer from the 194th Army Group.”

“He always thought I was going to join the Army for some reason,” Jake noted. “Can’t imagine why.”

“Is it true you’ve got former Astartes on staff here?” Mizuki asked, wide-eyed.

“Faculty, not staff. And yes. A few.” Venus looked around her. “In fact…this way,” she said, leading them down one of the halls on the floor. “Let’s see if she’s even in her office…” They walked down a hallway, marveling at the trophies in the racks and display cases on the walls.

“What are all these for?” Mizuki asked.

“Well,” Venus said, pausing alongside one. “This one is mine,” she said. She pointed at the name and date on the bottom. “I was in that team. ‘Girls’ Team Relay Swimming,’” she read off the label. She smiled as the memories came back. “Good times.”

“Wow. You have a pool up here?” Mizuki asked.

“A big one. I can show you later,” Venus said. She pushed open a door at the end of the long hallway as they reached it. “In the meantime…”

Faith looked up from the student she was speaking to and started as she saw her cousin walk in. Venus saw that she was busy and backed out with a wink. “She’s busy, we can come back,” Venus said.

“No, no, come in!” Faith called. She turned to smile at the nervous-looking boy in front of her. “You let me know when you’re finished, all right? Your group needs that.”

“I will, Miss Aurelian,” the boy said, picking up his bag. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem. See you next class,” Faith said, watching him go. “Venus, come on in. How are you?”

“I’m doing well, Faith, how about you?” Venus asked.

Faith walked over to the group. “I’m great. This job is incredibly rewarding. Who knew I was good with kids?” she asked.

Jake extended a hand to her. “Hey, Faith.”

Faith paused, looking at him with naked astonishment. “…Jake?”

Jake nodded. “It’s me. I got a paint job, but…”

“Jake! Wow, look at you!” Faith said. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” he said, finally shaking her hand. “Oh, my parents, George and Sandra Seager, and grandfather Eric Donnelly. My Uncle Hajime and Aunt Alice, and their daughter Mizuki, and my Uncle Wallace.” He gestured to them all in turn as Faith shook hands and smiled. “And this is my sister-in-law, Professor and Lady Primarch Faith Aurelian.”

“Well, not yet, until I finish my thesis and get the actual piece of paper,” Faith admitted with a warm grin. “So, for now at least, it’s just Faith, please.”

Mizuki boggled. “Wow. You’re a teacher here?” she asked.

Hajime grabbed her shoulder to silence her, but Faith was nodding. “Yep. Ninth grade biology.” She saw the gesture and waved it away. “Believe me, it’s nothing I didn’t get from the students here. Or the faculty! They were so confused. ‘You…want to…teach?’” she mimed the headmaster’s shock.

“Don’t let us interrupt, Faith,” Venus said. Faith shook her concerns off.

“No, I’m pretty much done for the day. What are you all doing here, anyway?” she asked.

“Well, we wanted to bring Mizuki up to see the surface for the first time,” Jake said, smiling fondly at his cousin.

Faith smiled and stepped back slightly. “And how do you think it is, Mizuki?”

“Big. Really big. And everything’s so bright,” she said, clearly a little overwhelmed by everything.

Faith noticed. “Well, you have fun up here. I need to go get back to work on the papers,” Faith sighed. “Grading. It never ends.”

“How’s your own paper coming along?” Jake asked.

Faith snorted. “Slowly. I should have picked something with fewer interviews.”

“Hmm. Well, good luck.” Venus and company filed out as Faith grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair. She caught Jake’s eye as he moved to follow.

“Hey, Jake. How did it go?” she asked.

“Well enough that the pain is long gone, but the doctor says I’ll look like this for the rest of time,” Jake said quietly. He held his hand before his face. “I don’t quite know how to feel.”

Faith watched as he ran his hands together. “I think you’ll adapt. Give it a few decades and you won’t even remember being a different color.”

“I hope I do. I wouldn’t want to forget.” He turned his alien eyes on her, wondering what to say. “I’m still me, though.”

“I can tell.” Faith slid her jacket on and gave him a quick hug. “Hang in there. It’ll be alright.”

Outside, Venus was showing them another of the trophies in the hall. When Jake and Faith emerged, she paused. “Hey. I was thinking we show them our terrible secret,” Venus said.

“We have a terrible secret?” Jake asked.

“Yes. You know, the study hall.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Sure, why not.” As Venus took off down the hall, Jake turned to explain. “You guys will love this.”

“What are you two even talking about?” Eric asked.

Jake smiled. “The room where we met. Originally, it served a much darker function in my mind.”

George winced. “Oh, I remember that. You were just…ugh.”

“Yeah, that was bad.” Jake paused outside the study hall on the first floor, looking into the rows of students serving detentions, waiting for late busses, or just hanging out. “Right…there, at that table. That was where Farah introduced us,” Jake said, pointing.

“It was,” Venus said. She walked up next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder for a moment. “A good call on her part, I think,” she said quietly.

Walter let them have their moment before asking the obvious question. “So…what was its darker function?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jake said, stepping back from the door. “I got dumped by her cousin at that same table.”

“You came home a complete mess,” George said in sympathy.

Jake sighed. “How Hana and I stayed friends after that, I’ll never know.”

“You stayed friends because she wanted someone to boss around, and lead about by the…hand,” Venus said, mindful of the presence of little Mizuki.

“So true. She grew out of it, though.” Jake let his eyes travel the familiar rows of seats and benches, remembering. “How does it feel like so long ago when it wasn’t even a decade?”

“It was a very busy decade,” Venus chuckled.

Someone in the room recognized her and gasped. Before anyone could do anything, she took a long step back out of the doorframe and into the hall. “Welp, that’s our cue. Mizuki, do you want to stay here or go somewhere else?” she asked.

“I want to see the pool,” Mizuki said.

Venus nodded. “Ah, my old lair. That was my lair,” she said. “My room, my cave, my haunt.” She led the group through the empty halls to the gym area, pausing at the door. “Oh…it’s Friday. Blast. Races today,” she said. She thought for a moment. “Eh. It’s public,” she said. She pushed the door open and walked in.

The smell of chlorine assaulted the group’s senses, bringing a wistful grin to Venus’ face. “Wow. What a time trip,” she said. She looked out over the pool from the spectator area in which they found themselves. She retrieved her sunglasses and slid them on so she didn’t distract the racers.

“Hey, Jake, remember the time I was in a Sectionals race and I could barely walk from that leg cramp?” she chuckled.

“Oh, that was a disaster. You came in second place instead of first,” Jake joked.

“Hey, I was sad,” Venus huffed.

“Now, this, more than anything, takes me back,” Sandra said. “I remember the ONE time Vulkan showed up to watch a race and nobody got anything done until he left because his security guards were scaring everyone.”

Venus groaned. “Oh man, we were both so embarrassed…”

“Can we go in?” Mizuki asked.

Hajime squeezed her hand. “No, honey, they’re having races today,” he said. “Venus, is the pool open other days?”

“All the time, they let anyone come in,” she said.

“Maybe we can come back on a weekend,” Hajime said to his daughter.

“Not here, Hajime, trust me,” Jake said. “You’ll want to go to one of the public pools in the city proper. They don’t like hivers much around here,” he added, his voice frosting over.

“Ooh, the thing in the…yeah,” Venus said, halting before she could get too personal. “Well, that’s it…unless you want to show something, Jake?” she asked.

“No, I want to go to the overlook now,” Jake said. He tapped his pocket with a loaded look.

Venus took the hint. “One last stop then, you guys,” she said. She turned to Mizuki and grinned behind her shades. “Trust me, we saved the best for last.”

Cora lifted her vox and smiled when she saw the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Cora! It’s Venus. How are you?” Venus asked.

“Great! I got the contract,” Cora proclaimed.

“Oh, awesome. Did you get both distributors?” Venus asked, inquiring of the construction project Cora’s company was undertaking.

“Both, but one of them wanted an ear, an eye, an arm, and a leg, so they might have to suck it up,” Cora said. “What’s up?”

“Well, Jake’s bringing his cousins on a tour of the surface, and he wanted to know if he could let his six-year-old cousin take pictures from the roof of the Spire,” Venus asked. The group were in their cars, slowly folding into the general Startseite traffic. They were far enough away from the Spire that they could divert to another building if they needed to.

“Of course! Should I make an appearance?” Cora asked.

“If you want, then of course, it’s your home. We saw Faith at Imperator,” Venus said.

“Yeah, how is she settling in?” Cora asked.

“She seems great,” Venus said, nodding to Jake, who sent a confirmation message to the other cars in the convoy. “We’ll be by in ten. Thanks, Cora.” “Hey, no problem, I haven’t had a chance to say hi to you since you got back anyway.” She thought for a moment. “Hey, uh, so there’s no surprises…how did it go?”

Venus glanced over at Jake, still busy at the controls. “Jake’s just fine. He’ll be with us.”

“Great! See you soon.”

Ten minutes later, the group was standing on top of the Spire, Corvus Corax’s opulent home, and Mizuki was busily snapping pictures with the vox her father provided. “This is amazing,” Walter said, looking out over the drop to the city below. The structure loomed over the city like the hive spire against which it backed. Venus was sitting by the edge of the structure, pointing out significant structures for Mizuki to capture. “It’s like a different planet,” he continued, overawed.

“I know. I felt the same way,” Jake said. He looked over at his uncle, who was standing stock-still. “You get vertigo, man?”

“No, but…this is amazing, it’s like I’m on an ornithopter over the Gap,” Walter said. He was talking about the cleft between two hive spires atop his cube, so far apart that a smaller hive could have been built between them with room to spare.

“It is pretty amazing.” George gingerly stepped up to the edge, glancing down the endless-seeming drop. “The hives on Mars were this big, but they weren’t open to the air.”

“I should go see them sometime,” Jake said. “What was the Seminary’s hive like?”

“A vault. So cramped…even compared to Tetra. It was basically a gigantic cathedral,” George said.

“Venus, who did you say this place belonged to?” Hajime asked, holding tight to Mizuki’s hand.

Venus saw a shadow move on the ground behind them and smirked at the timing. “My cousin Cora, who’s staying here until her own house is built.” The shadow was moving opposite the direction of the clouds, and was very clearly defined. Venus raised her voice. “It’s a real shame she can’t stay in her own place like a grown-up,” she said loudly.

“Hark who speaks, you can’t even pick a planet!” Cora’s voice replied.

The group turned to see a pretty, dark-haired young woman sitting cross-legged on top of one of the air conditioners on the Spire’s top surface. She smiled down at the group. “How’re you doing, Venus?”

“I’m great, thanks for the invite,” Venus called back. Cora nodded from her perch. “We appreciate it.”

Cora uncrossed her legs and dropped the fifteen feet from her seat to the level that the others were on, landing with her arms already out for a hug. “After two months, you can sit on my rooftop all you want,” Cora cheerfully replied, grabbing the shorter woman in a playful squeeze. “How was the trip?”

“Fantastic. I brought home something like five volumes to give you.” Venus patted her pocket, pulling out a small data disk and handing it over to her cousin. “Enjoy.”

“Yeeesssss, a sacred exchange,” Cora said, rubbing her hands together. “Who knows you have them?”

“They’re not proprietary, wiseass,” Venus snorted. Cora’s face fell.

“Aww, and I thought we were being clandestine!” she said, disappointed. She glanced over at her guests. “And who might you be?”

George shook himself loose from his surprise at her entrance. “Uh, I think we’ve met,” he said.

“Right, the wedding,” Cora said, remembering. “Nice to see you, Sieur Seager. And you, ma’am,” she said, waving to Sandra.

“It’s been too long, Lady Cora,” Sandra said, dismissing her own shock at the superhuman display.

“Are you okay? You fell like two stories!” Mizuki asked, deeply concerned.

Cora smiled. “I’m just fine. We’re built for that. What’s your name?”

“Oh, I’m Mizuki,” the girl said, a little nervously.

“Corvus Cora, welcome to the Spire,” Cora said, gently shaking the girl’s hand. She straightened up, smiling at the rather shell-shocked hivers behind her. “The name’s a little pretentious, I know, but some habits die hard. Who might you be?”

“First Sergeant Eric Donnelly, Imperial Fists Ninth Army Group,” Eric said formally, though he was wise enough not to salute.

Cora nodded politely. “Sergeant.”

The others introduced themselves piecemeal. Cora shook each proffered hand in turn. “So what brings you topside?” she asked of the group, though of course Venus had already told her.

“We wanted Zuki to see what the surface looks like,” Venus said, smiling down at her cousin.

Cora nodded again, sagely. “And what do you think so far?” she asked.

“It’s so big! There’s so much air I feel like I’m going to stop breathing!” Mizuki said nervously.

“Well, you won’t. It’s supposed to be like this,” Cora chuckled.

Venus piped up. “So, Cora, how’s the development going?”

“Surprisingly slowly, given how much the Guild was nagging me,” Cora said, glancing back at her cousin. Baffled looks on the hivers’ faces urged her continue. “I’m in the macroconstruction business. Theme parks, Prometheum refineries, office complexes, colony sewage treatment plants, what have you,” she explained. “Anything so big that normal manufacturing and construction businesses can’t get it done economically.”

“Really? That seems to be a pattern with the Royal Family,” Sandra said.

“What do you mean?” Cora asked.

“Well…I mean that most of Venus’ generation seem to be more interesting in working in the private sector rather than the government,” Sandra said.

Cora shrugged. “Some. Not all. Hana’s in the Rough Riders. Well, the White Scars elite auxiliaries, anyway, which means Rough Riders to me. And a bunch of the rest of us are in the political sector. I just prefer working in the private sector since there’s more of a challenge. You know? If you fail, you fail on your own merits.”

Hajime’s lips compressed a little as she said that. Certainly what she said wasn’t true in a lot of industries. Sometimes it felt like the aircar industry was so far into the pockets of the boards that ran them, it was impossible for anything to change for the better.

Cora noticed his anger, of course; her senses rivaled Freya’s. She decided it was best left unaddressed, for now.  

Thangir's Burden

Thangir, the newlywed Prince of Fenris and nominal Lord of the Fang, sat at the picture window in his suite, clad in the night sky. The massive mountains of the Fang jutted all the way through the clouds here on stormy nights, but tonight there were none; just a clear view to the snow-covered plains and mountainsides below.

The youthful warrior looked out at the snows and rocks, feeling an uncomfortable sense of longing. He had received his enhancement surgery from the Fang’s Wolf Priests after a brief visit by the Emperor himself; or All-father of the Imperium, as he was known to the Fang. The experience had been awe-inspiring and frightening to the then-nineteen-year-old mortal, but clearly whatever test to which he had been subjected had impressed the Emperor, as Freya had extended the offer of the same eternal life she enjoyed to Thangir mere minutes later. He had had not needed to think long to accept. The surgery’s recovery had been agony, but the enhancements he had received had been quite worth it. Better stamina, strength, senses…all of him seemed improved. It had even caused his canines to grow a bit from his upper jaw, like Freya’s had, though they didn’t seem to be getting anywhere near as large as hers, and she had told him that her senses were far superior.

For all the improvements, though, the part he had enjoyed the most so far had been the reduction in time spent asleep. Where before he could have slept like the dead for nine hours after a hard day, now he never felt the need to sleep more than four or five at the most. The extra hours made each day feel fuller and more vital, and he had reveled in it. At least, he had at first.

Of late, his mind had drifted to a darker topic. He had tried to banish it, but it had come back, closer and quite vivid. It was confusing. It made him feel like he was committing infidelities, too, which didn’t help.

The quietest sound of footsteps behind him caught his ear. His newly enhanced ears and nose told him Freya was standing in the door to the royal bedchambers, watching him. Even with his new senses, though, he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to detect her if she hadn’t wanted him to. His awe at her abilities had only grown as his own senses had.

The starlight glimmered an unnatural green in her lupine eyes, and allowed him a view of her bare silhouette. She had worked the braids in her hair loose before retiring, and her hair fell around her chest and shoulders nearly to her waist in places.

She looked into his eyes in silence for a moment, letting her scent do the talking. She was curious as to his absence, it seemed.

“Sorry. I had a nightmare,” Thangir said.

Freya kept watching him, before walking over to the bay seat beside him on the windowsill and sitting down with her back to the far side. She leaned back and glanced out the window, letting him see her beautiful profile. The red moon of Fenris shone undimmed this high up, and spilled watery light like diluted blood over her naked skin. She looked every inch the Valkyrie he had mistaken her for the first time he had seen her.

“No,” she said softly.

“No…what?” Thangir asked.

“No, you didn’t have a nightmare,” she said.

Thangir bristled. Freya’s eyes darted to him, though her head didn’t move. “You didn’t fall asleep yet tonight,” she said. It was a statement, not an accusation. Thangir deflated.

“Sorry, my love,” he said. The guttural Juvjk they were using was his native tongue, though she had only learned it in later life.

She turned her head to look at him fully, though he was relieved to sense no judgment in her yet. “So what troubles you, my warrior?” she asked. She had called him that first when he had only been one of her servants, after washing out of Space Wolf training at Kerrvik Training Camp in the Asaheim foothills. He had mistaken it for derision, at first, before she had whispered it in his ear one evening with a look of invitation he would never forget for the rest of his life.

“I feel…distracted,” Thangir said. “I was reliving something most unpleasant.”

Freya cocked her head.

“The…” Thangir’s words failed for a moment. He gestured at the ragged scar, nearly an inch thick in places, from his left shoulder to his waist, just below his navel. It had killed him. Only the medical gear in the back of Freya’s Thunderhawk had saved him. As he had bled out on the sands of his home island, he had heard the victorious Ironjaws destroying his village, sacking his home, capturing his people to use as slaves and whores. Freya had watched the entire battle from the sidelines with two Wolf Priests and a few skjalds, selecting the finest warriors to take to Kerrvik.

Freya nodded understanding. “I see.” She flicked a few stray red hairs over her shoulder and settled back against the metal walls. “Do you still feel the pain?”

“No…not the physical injury,” Thangir said.

“What, then?”

“I…I hear the sounds.” Thangir looked away, ashamed of himself.

Freya’s eyes narrowed a hair. “Of the battle…or the aftermath?”

Thangir nodded as the truth crept closer. “You have it,” he whispered.

Freya traced a hand over his leg, crossed and resting on his knee. “Thangir, you’re a strong man. I know you can overcome your fear.”

“Not fear,” Thangir said, harshness welling up in his tone. He forced it back. “I’m…I feel unfaithful, but…”

“Unfaithful?” Freya asked, confused.

“My…daughter, Freya. My wife,” Thangir said, forcing it out. “I flashed back to losing them.”

His second wife fell silent. She had known he had been married before his ascension, but so had thousands of other battle brothers. They had not had his brainwashing to erase his old life, though. It seemed more of it lingered than she thought. “I see.”

Thangir sighed. “Forgive me, Freya. It…I can remember hearing them scream my name from the back of your ship,” he managed. “Since I met you, it’s been lessened, but it’s still there. It’s what kept me awake.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

Freya glanced at him sidelong, her gaze softening somewhat. “I understand.”

“It’s not missing them specifically,” Thangir said. He felt compelled to continue. “Of course I miss them. But…knowing that they’re out there and I can’t get them back is the worst feeling.” They were undoubtedly still alive on some Ironjaw island somewhere, being used to pump out babies for the clan. The thought set Thangir’s teeth on edge. His daughter and wife, enslaved…and the very vow he had taken to serve the Fang – and the one he had taken to wed Freya – prevented any action on his part. He was technically the Prince of Fenris, and couldn’t interact with his nominal subjects whatsoever.

His new wife squeezed his leg from her perch. “I can’t help with that, Thangir, but…maybe there is one way we can help you move on.”

He looked up at her. “How?”

She rose to her feet, letting her hair drape back down across her back. “I can’t help you get your old family back, but I most certainly can help you make another.”

Thangir thought about that, and felt the ache in his mind fade. “Then…you’ve thought about this?” he asked, scenting a sense of decision come about her.

She turned and walked back to the door to the Royal bedchamber, pausing to cast a glance back at him, chased with a faint grin. “I have.”

Thangir stood to follow her. Freya sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. “…Thank you, Freya,” he murmured. He leaned down from beside the bed and kissed her on the cheek. “I was afraid you’d think less of me.”

“I wouldn’t. Not for wanting to do more than you could,” Freya said. “But not now, all right?” She slid her hands up his arms and guided him down. “Now…me.”

“Us,” Thangir said softly, and they embraced once more.

Back From the War

  Jake swung the door of his home open and stared. The man on his stoop was a stranger.

He was dressed in a layered yellow and grey tunic that looked recently-pressed. He had a silver Power Sword clasped at his flank, with a compact Hellpistol in a holster on the other side. The grips on both showed ample wear. Despite being Jake’s own age, the man looked about twenty years older.

“Holy shit,” Julius Pius said. “What happened to your eyes?”

Jake sipped at his tequila in the kitchen as Julius recounted a few stories from his time with the Geno. “My assistants are a bit slow on the uptake, but they’re both excellent soldiers, no question of that,” Julius said. He fingered his left elbow, staring into the past. “Nearly lost an arm in one fight, but my batman, Baldgin, he saved me.”

“Wow,” Venus said. “Did you have to get an augmetic?”

“No,” Julius sighed, rolling up his sleeve. Jake winced at the red loop around his arm. The angle of the cut showed it had gone straight through to the bone. “But I did get a tiny, temporary implant just to monitor the wound. Make sure the bone grafts and synthflesh we had to put on there so it didn’t go septic and didn’t give me leukemia or something.”

Jake shivered. “I’m glad you’re okay, though.”

“Thanks, Jake,” Julius said, leaning back with a sigh. “Let’s not make this all about me, though. How have you two been?”

“Well, you can see I took a trip to the body shop,” Jake quipped, waving a hand in the air. “I’m banking on the fact that I was completely obscure and unimportant before marrying into the Royal Family to hide that I’m looking so different,” he said brightly.

Julius shook his head. As much as the cynical part of him wanted to feel scorn at the flippantness of Jake’s approach to something so life-altering, he could also hear the faintest trace of relief in his friend’s voice. Jake was masking a buried concern with levity. He could hardly be hypocritical enough to call the young Prince on that. Goodness knows he had seen some terrible things in the interim, too. Briefly, he hazarded a guess as to what could have gone wrong with Jake’s ‘trip to the body shop,’ and pushed them back. The man deserved some privacy.

Either Jake noticed his friend’s buried reaction and ignored it, or he missed it. “Really, you’re lucky you caught us,” Jake said. “We’re moving back home to Nocturne for a few years soon, so that we can really start getting involved in the leadership there.”

“Hmm. ‘Back’ home,” Julius noted. “You spend more time on Nocturne than Terra now, I take it?”

Venus shrugged. “That was always the plan,” she said. “You know, if your company gets shipped by, feel free to drop in. Our door’s always open to you. Both of them,” she added with a grin.

Julius shifted his shoulders in relief. That, at least, was something for which his war-hardened soul had hoped. “And I’m happy and grateful to hear it, Venus,” he said.

Jake sighed dramatically, lifting an oven mitt from the table. “I’m gonna plod back into the kitchen now,” he said heavily.

Julius watched as Jake rose from his chair to glance over the cooking meal in the kitchen. “You two look good married,” he said.

Venus beamed. “Thanks. I think so too.”

Julius nearly added ‘But then, everything looks good after three and a half years of non-stop trench fighting,’ and caught himself with the words on his lips. Best not to sound ungrateful.

“But then, I bet everything looks good after time in the trenches, doesn’t it?” Venus asked. She caught his sudden sharp glance and smiled gently.

Julius stared, feeling a slight grin return to his lips. “It certainly does. Thanks.” He looked over to where Jake was working in the other room. “May I ask you a personal question?” he inquired politely.

“Sure,” Venus said.

“What did your father think of a mortal marrying into the family?” he asked.

“He was all for it,” Venus said. “Dad always said that he would support us if we decided to tie the knot. And just between you, me, and the walls,” she added, leaning forward conspiratorially, “we’re going to try for a child soon.”

Julius stared over at Jake. “Er. Is that…possible?” he asked gingerly.

“One of the perks of my new frame and chassis,” Jake said from the other room. “Along with enhanced senses and a few other bonuses,” he added, returning with the tequila bottle in his hand.

“I see.” Julius was glad he had halted his earlier inquiries. “Well…good on you both,” he said. “I confess that I’ve entertained the notion of leaving the service after a few more tours to formally settle with Isis, but I think it won’t be necessary,” he said.

“How do you mean?” Jake asked.

“Well…I haven’t told anyone yet, but what the devil, there’s a Primarch in the room,” Julius grunted, accepting a fresh cup of tequila with a nod. “I asked Isis to marry me, and she’s accepted. Jake, I want you to be my best man, if you’d be willing. And to cap it off, once the war is over I’m being reassigned to one of the Geno offices here on Terra. Away from the frontlines. It’s a long tour, too. Eleven years. More than enough time for…well, personal life,” he said broadly.

Jake leaned over and grabbed his hand. “I’d be happy to! Congrats, my friend,” he said.

Venus clapped her hands together. “Fantastic! Oh, that’s a hell of a thing, Julius, congratulations.”

“Thanks, Venus,” Julius said, his tension fading a bit more. He swirled the drink in the glass a few times before downing half in a gulp. “Good God damn, I missed Terran liquor,” he said flatly, setting the cup down. “Geno troops are too well-disciplined to set up stills in the trenches, unfortunately,” he sighed.

“Damn shame, that,” Jake deadpanned.

“Yes, it’s a crying shame indeed,” Julius said. “Bloody things glow like a road flare, in a thermo scope at night.”

The oven in the corner beeped. Venus rose and swung it open, flooding the spacious kitchen with the scent of daisy ham. “Want to stay for dinner?” she asked.

Julius looked up and smiled. “I’d love to, thanks.” He stood too, and rolled his neck to work out the kinks. “Can’t say much for military food, really,” he said drily.

“Is it disgusting, or something?”

“No, it’s just…nutrients. Not bad, not good,” Julius said. “And then you get dropped in a trench for a while, and suddenly it’s haute cuisine.”

“Ouch,” Jake said. “They don’t just not feed you guys in the trenches, do they?”

“Oh, they do,” Julius admitted, “just not with what you’d call ‘edible’ substances. Hell, we had to catch rats for meat once because the supply truck got shelled out in the open, and it took two full weeks to clear out the snipers well enough to get close enough to salvage anything. My batman fancies himself a cook, but if you ever have a chance to try his ‘Rat-Au-Van,’ just don’t. You can guess what it is.”

Venus winced. “Fuck, that’s disgusting. I’ve half a mind to send a Legionary ship with actual food out to you guys.”

“If ever I were to ask you or Isis to abuse your power, that would be how I do it,” Julius groused. He tapped the bare patch of leather at his left hip as Jake grabbed plates. “I want to thank you, Venus, as long as I’m here.”

“For…oh, for the sword,” Venus said.

“Very much so. You, Farah, and Hana did one hell of a job.” Julius held out his empty had to accept a glass of water. “It’s perfect. The balance is flawless.”

“It was fun to make.” Venus set out plastic cutlery for the three of them. “Do you ever actually use it? Or is it just ceremonial?”

“I’ve worn the grip smooth in one place, and it’s partway there in another,” Julius said. “Trust me, that thing has saved my life.”

“Well, that’s very good to hear,” Venus said. She sighed to herself as the men sat down. “You know, though, I feel bad. I wish I could make your job easier, Julius. Or, you know, safer.”

Julius shook his head. His cropped deep brown hair was cut to a military crew, but he looked to be growing it out a bit for his leave. “Venus, coming back to Terra to see my family, friends, classmates, and fiancé is making my job easier in ways I couldn’t have even appreciated before signing up. Please believe that.”

“Well…if you say so,” Venus said. She grinned as Julius reached for a loaf of bread with an almost childlike eagerness. “Are you allowed to bring leftovers home in a napkin, Julius?” she asked.

“You’re an angel, Venus, but I’m going to go back to Isis’ apartment after this, and I came from there, too,” Julius chuckled. “Plenty of time to filch real food.”

“So glad,” Venus said, slicing the ham. “Well, dig in.”

Julius smiled to himself as his friends laughed and carried on. It did feel good indeed, he decided, to come home every so often. He made a mental note to check in with the rest of his high school confederates that had enlisted, just to make sure they were all right. It never hurt to stay in touch.

Disrespectfully Pregnant

  Crown Princess Venus settled down on the edge of the bed and went still. Her husband, Jacob Seager, rested his ear on her stomach and listened. The sound of her blood pulsing through her mingled with another, fainter sound…then a faint sense of pressure against his cheek made him grin from ear to ear.

He lifted his head up and beamed at her, overjoyed. “I felt him.”

“Oof. You should feel him on this end,” Venus said. She ran a hand over her distended tummy and smiled as Jake stood. “He’s kicking up a storm. Hard to sleep, some nights.”

“Really? Wow. Anything I can do?” Jake asked.

“No, nothing, thanks,” Venus said wearily. He sat down next to her and ran his hand over her bulge. “The doctor said a glass of milk before bed and nothing else.”

Jake stared down at the lump over his wife’s usually trim stomach. He squeezed his fingers slightly, a silly little smile on his face. “…Baby.”

Venus slid her hand over his. “Yep.”

“I think I like our idea, by the way,” Jake said, apropos of nothing.

“His name?” Venus asked.

Jake nodded. “Yeah. If he were growing up on Terra…I’d say no, too weird. But on Nocturne? It’s perfect. And you know Vulkan will start tearing up.”

Venus chuckled. “Sentimental old fart. Yeah, he totally would.”

“N’bel…” Jake said.

“Grandpa’s name,” Venus said softly. She gingerly stood. “Ow. Hard to believe he’s still seventy days off, he feels ready to go.”

“I bet he does,” Jake said. “Stairs giving you trouble?”

“No, but I miss being able to swim, with a sack full of ground pork under my stomach,” Venus grumbled.

Jake frowned. “Honey, it’s not nice to refer to our larva as a ‘sack,’” he scolded.

Venus snorted back a laugh.

Jake helped her out into the hallway and out to the balcony. Venus leaned against the stone and stared out at the world below. The mixing streets of Themis vanished into the tangle of buildings beyond, until they reached the massive walls of the city. “I love that view,” Jake said. He ran his hand over her shoulders and squeezed her gently, following her gaze out to the city. “He will too, I’m sure.”

“I hope so,” Venus said. She smiled into the blazing sun. “You know…it’s the sensations I’m curious about.”

“How so?” Jake asked.

“Like…what does it feel like to hold a baby? I’ve never done it. Mizuki was born before we got married, and none of the others have kids. And what does it feel like to have someone drink out of you? That just blows my mind. As a concept, you know. And teaching someone two languages at once. How will that work?” she asked.

“I expect you’ll manage,” Jake said. “We, I mean. I was wondering, though…do you think we’ll send him to Imperator?”

“I think we should,” Venus said. “It’s such a good school.”

“Then we will.” He squeezed her shoulder as she leaned against him. “Personally, I’m looking forward to going back to Terra. I want to show my parents their grandson.”

N'bel

George Seager sat in a chair in the middle of his apartment and stared at the warm bundle of fabric in his arms. A baby boy was curled up inside, fast asleep, with a look of absolute concentration etched on his tiny face. The little guy looked like him. Quite a lot, actually.

“N’bel…” George managed. He was tearing up, too.

“Yep,” Venus said happily, sitting beside her father-in-law and letting him examine his first grandchild. “Two point seven zero kilos at birth, normal delivery, healthy as a horse.”

Jake smiled from across the little room. “Go ahead and get weepy, Dad, there’s good precedent for it. You should have seen Vulkan,” he chuckled.

His mother managed a laugh as she looked down at the tiny infant beside her in her husband’s arms. “He’s adorable…” she said.

“For now, sure. Then we’ll try to go to sleep and then BAM, he’s a banshee,” Jake said. “You just watch.”

“You were hardly innocent in that regard,” his mother noted.

“True.” Jake reached over and ran his fingers over his son’s tiny hand. The sleeping baby instinctively squeezed one finger, and Jake shook his head ruefully. “Strong for his age. Or so the doctor says, anyway, I hardly have anything to compare it to.”

“Oh, trust me, Jake, he’s strong,” Venus said with a groan.

“Got a bit of a kick, does he?” Jake asked drily.

“Ugh.”

George set the baby down in Venus’ arms and leaned back, overwhelmed. “He’s beautiful,” he said, aglow with paternal pride. “Does he have your…er, appearances?” he asked, gesturing at his face.

“Well, when he wakes up, you can see,” Venus said. “Assuming he doesn’t deafen you,” she added. “But yes, his eyes are like mine. Aside from that, though, he’s basically in line with Jake. Same internal temperature, same anti-aging, same hair and cuticle color, everything.”

Jake nodded solemnly. “I know you’re disappointed, Mom, you always wanted a girl to spoil,” he said.

Sandra snorted. “I’ll let you wait a while and decide that he needs a playmate. I’ll take my chances with round two.”

“Oh my hell, don’t even joke about that, Sandra,” Venus said. “Yeah, the feeling when they hand him to you is incredible, but the whole ‘nine months before it’ really doesn’t seem so trivial when you have an eidetic memory.”

“Hey, at least they didn’t give you a C-section, like they did me,” Sandra said. “I was conscious too, and sedated. Why do you think I stopped at one?” she asked teasingly. Jake rolled his eyes.

“Ew.” Venus rocked her baby and beamed down at him. “The first biological offspring of the Emperor, too…” she said quietly. “He’s thrilled. We’re seeing him next.”

“You’re the first of your generation to have children, Venus?” George asked.

“Yeah. Miranda and Angela are both married, but they wanted to wait a while,” Venus supplied. She ran a fingertip over her son’s lips and smiled contentedly. “Not me. There’s nothing in the whole world more important to Nocturneans than having a family. Nothing. If I had lived my entire life on Nocturne, I may have had kids as young as eighteen.”

Sandra shuddered. “Luckily, I live on Terra, where the nicer boys live,” Venus finished, shooting her husband a wink. Jake preened at the compliment.

“Well, he’s amazing, Venus,” George said, looking down at the tiny boy. N’bel’s eyelids glowed slightly. It was a constant glow, too, like holding an LED flashlight up to the skin of your hand and letting the light shine through. He glanced sidelong at Venus and didn’t see the same light when she blinked. “His eyes are so bright I can see them with his lids closed,” he said.

“Oh, really? Damn, he’s about to wake up then,” Venus said, snugging him closer to her chest and rocking him again. “I can’t notice it with these contacts in. Our eyes are keyed to our emotions and wakefulness,” she explained. “I’m just completely exhausted, too.”

“I bet,” Sandra said knowingly.

The door sounded with a knock. George rose and opened it, and grinned at the sight of his guest. “Eric, come in,” he said, stepping back. His wife’s father nearly rushed in, searching the room with his eyes after a cursory ‘hello, George.’ As soon as the old veteran found where his new great-grandson was sleeping, though, he came to a complete halt. He stared at the tableau of Venus gently rocking the little bundle in her arms, agape.

“Grandpa Eric, meet N’bel,” Jake said from his seat. “N’bel, meet Great-grandpa Eric.”

Eric sank down on the couch next to Venus, reaching out to gently stroke the infant’s cheek. “He’s gorgeous,” Eric said softly. “Venus, congratulations.”

Venus smiled happily at the odd tableau. “He is. Thanks.”

Several hours of pure indulgence later, Venus was sitting in a chair in the Emperor’s private chambers, rocking her son on her shoulder as her husband hovered protectively behind her. The Emperor sat across from her, a grin playing about his lips. “So…it seems I’m a great-grandfather now, after all,” he said, watching N’bel fidget. He glanced up at where Venus was gently shifting her baby to her lap. “May I confide something in you, Venus?”

“What is it?” Venus asked.

“In my…copious free time,” the Emperor joked, “I had taken to wondering which of my granddaughters would give birth first.” He glanced down at N’bel, who had calmed a bit, and was busily staring into space. “I admit I had staked a wager on it being Angela, given how early her relationship with Michael Grecco matured.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have faulted you,” Venus chuckled. She smiled down at her infant son. “Want to hold him?”

The Emperor silently extended his arms, and Venus lowered N’bel into his grasp. The Emperor shook his head as he listened to the sound of N’bel’s sleepy breathing. “You know…it’s odd. I have had twenty one sons, and I’ve never held a relative of mine in my arms like this.”

“It’s pretty wild,” Jake said. “He doesn’t look a thing like Vulkan, though, does he?”

“It’s uncanny,” the Emperor admitted. “He looks more like your father than you do, Jacob.”

Jake snorted. “Oh, sure, pick on me, Sire,” he said.

“Did you know about the little tradition the Startseite hospital has, Grandfather?” Venus asked.

“What tradition is this?” the Emperor asked.

“The hospital takes the ultrasound picture of the baby, and then uses facial recognition software to figure out which celebrity it most resembles,” Venus said. The Emperor shook his head with a wry grin as Jake laughed. “According to them, he most resembles the old Senator, Cornelius Algunn. Remember, the former Arbites representative on the Senate?”

“Of course, I appointed him,” the Emperor said. He scanned the baby’s face. “I don’t see it, though.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a stretch,” Venus giggled, accepting N’bel back. “Well. I don’t wish to impose. We should bet getting the little guy home for dinner now anyway.”

“Oh, you may stay as long as you like,” the Emperor said. “The VIP Suite in the Guest Wing is available for the next week or so.”

“I mean home to the house,” Venus said. “We have so much to do! Assembling the baby shower furniture and such.”

“Ah, yes,” the Emperor said, rising to his feet and watching as Jake helped his wife stand as well. “Tell me…do you intend to return to Nocturne?”

“Of course! Probably within a month or so,” Venus said.

“I would prefer if you waited,” the Emperor said gently. “The Warp routes between here and Nocturne are quite tumultuous of late. It wouldn’t be safe for your little one,” he added, smiling fondly at N’bel, who was deep in contemplation of his fingernails.

“Entire generations of starfarers on Rogue Trader crews have been born in the Warp,” Venus pointed out.

“And there’s a risk there, which their parents accept, Venus. I won’t stop you…but please reconsider,” the Emperor said.

Venus looked at him quizzically, before shrugging. “I guess we can wait a while.”

“Thank you,” the Emperor said.

Jake grinned. “Not just eager to see more of your great-grandson, though, right, Sire?”

“That is important to me, of course,” the Emperor said, “but I can already feel his ancestral traits manifesting. He’s eternal, as you and your wife are, now,” he said to Jake. “I’ll have all the time in the world.”

Some Things Never Change

Freya Russ nodded to the somewhat overwhelmed-looking Governor before her. “Well, I should hope so, Governor, but of course it isn’t my decision.”

The pasty little man sighed dramatically. “Of course, Lady Russ, I wouldn’t wish to impose.” He sipped at his wine as he scrambled to find a safer topic than Army tithing. “Really, though,” he said, finally finding one, “I should thank you for being able to make it tonight at all. The Warp in this region of space is tumultuous, some Overlords are left quite to themselves. That a Lady Primarch herself would make it all the way out here is an exceptional honor.”

“I felt the need,” Freya said. “Besides…I’m the active type,” she said cheerfully. “I can’t stay still too long.”

“Freya?” a voice asked from behind her. Freya turned from the Governor to see her husband Thangir standing behind her, a wine-filled goblet in hand. “Here,” he said, passing it to her and setting her empty one aside.

“Thanks,” she said, turning back to the politician. “So, Governor, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to do some catching up do with the other guests.” She smirked as a few familiar faces in the crowd drifted by. “I haven’t seen some of these guys since high school.”

“Of course, your Highness, my home is yours,” the Governor said, bowing graciously.

Freya nodded and turned, to see her husband of five years making a beeline for the food. She rolled her eyes and sipped at her drink, ambling over to a cluster of Army officers she remembered meeting on the Fang once, when a statement stopped her.

“You could still burn the dark from a blind man’s eyes, Freya.” She raised her eyebrows in surprise as the voice registered.

She slowly turned to see a man in a rather opulent black and grey military uniform with purple trim staring at her with a knowing grin. His broad shoulders had a narrow purple cape draped over one and a gold epaulet over the other, with a small circle of seven platinum stars on his exposed sleeve. She wasn’t looking at his arms, much, though, because she was staring in shock at his eyes. Eyes that she had watched from inches away for many years.

“Alex! Alex Carlin! I don’t believe it!” she exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. “I haven’t seen you in twelve years!”

“It’s been that long, hasn’t it?” Alex asked, spreading his arms wide and drawing Freya into a hug. A few people nearby made noises of surprise. “It’s great to see you again, Freya,” he murmured.

She moved to kiss him, but caught herself. From the sound of his breath, so did he. They both stepped back, smiling ruefully. She took the opportunity to look him up and down, taking in his uniform and physique. “Wow…you landed on your feet,” she said approvingly. “I’m glad.”

“Me too. And I stand by my earlier comment,” Alex said slyly. “And…I understand you’ve since been married?”

“I have,” Freya said, showing off the sparkling diamond on her finger. “In fact…Thangir is around somewhere,” she said, looking around.

“What is it, Freya?” he asked, stepping from the crowd.

Freya grabbed his hand and brought him over to Alex. “Thangir, this is Lord Trader Alex Carlin.”

Thangir’s light green eyes narrowed a hair, but he shook Alex’s hand anyway. The superhuman cords of muscle through his arms and shoulders told a tale about his augmentation by the Emperor, only a few months before. Despite that, his grip was direct and un-gauging. “Lord Carlin,” he said, nodding politely. He had to have recognized the name.

“Alex, this is my husband, Prince Thangir,” Freya said, finishing the introduction.

To Freya’s surprise, Alex immediately smiled warmly. “Your Highness,” he said, bowing low as he retrieved his hand.

Thangir blinked, surprised as well. “Rise,” he said immediately. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” he said, just to cover his reaction at the unexpected courtesy.

“I wouldn’t miss a chance to attend a gathering such as this,” Alex said, sweeping the room with one hand. “Besides…I was close. And I wouldn’t miss a chance to say hello to Freya again, either,” he added, grinning at his former lover. “You look radiant.”

Freya beamed. “Thanks. How long will you be here?”

“All night,” Alex said. “And the next few days. The station’s got a few small amenity traders, and they just can’t be very efficient this far from a major forge. Think I might linger.”

“So…you got out of the crypt and coffin business?” Freya asked meaningfully.

Alex’s reply was a solemn nod. “And good riddance,” he said coldly. “The dead should lie.”

Freya winced at the frigid tone in his voice. It vanished instantly, however, as Alex smiled again. “At least the crisis we faced…dissolved,” he said. “I was a real mess, you recall.”

“Yeah,” Freya said wistfully. “You were falling apart. I felt awful that it ended the way it did. I kept wondering if there was anything I could do, but…you know.”

Alex nodded. “I’m sure you did. I didn’t doubt for a moment. And pulling through on my own was…not fun. But at least we managed to get Mom back on her feet.”

“Did you?” Freya asked. She nodded happily. “Good. She was in a bad way. I’m really glad you’re happy again,” she said. She ran a hand over the thick, layered Fenrisian dress shirt she was wearing. “And…I suspect you’ve not heard the good news?”

“What new…” Alex trailed off. Her posture, the movement of her hand over her stomach... “Freya…are you pregnant?” he asked quietly.

Freya nodded.

Alex let his eyes slide shut for a long moment, and when they opened, a tear was gathering in each. “Congratulations,” he said, smiling at her stomach with reverence. “You…congratulations. Boy or girl?”

“Too early to tell,” Freya said. She lowered her voice. “Nobody knows outside the Family and a few obstetricians, so keep a lid on it until we do the announcement, all right?” she asked.

He nodded once, wiping his eyes. “Good on you, Freya,” he subvocalized, so quiet even she had to strain to hear it. Thangir couldn’t have, at that range. “You’ll do fine.”

Her senses caught the presence of a woman approaching them, from behind Alex…who smelled a lot like he did. Freya’s eyes widened as that train of thought reached its end. “Alex, are you here with someone too?” she asked.

Her old flame grinned broadly. He held his arm out to the woman as she halted at his side. “I really can’t keep anything from you, can I?” He gestured to the woman, who was glancing at the others with a clear question in her eyes. “Freya, Thangir…please, meet my wife, Lady Trader Vanessa Arralim Carlin. Vanessa,” he said, gesturing to the others. “Lady Primarch and Blood Princess of Fenris, Freya Russ, and Prince Thangir.”

The young woman’s eyes widened at the heady title, but she bowed slightly. “A profound honor, your Highnesses,” she said.

Thangir nodded politely, but Freya caught her sudden sense of fear and had none of it. As Vanessa straightened up, Freya stepped forward and gripped both Carlins in a hug. “I’m really proud of you,” she whispered in Alex’s ear as she did, offering him a wink his wife missed in her surprise. As she stepped back, leaving her own husband astonished, the watching party-goers frozen in surprise at the breach of decorum, Alex chuckling in nostalgia, and Vanessa breathless, she grabbed both of Vanessa’s hands and pumped, smiling cheerfully. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Lady Vanessa,” she said.

Vanessa’s eyes darted to Alex, as if looking for a grounding of reality, but all he did was roll his eyes and pat her shoulder. “Freya, you just met her,” he said, adopting a tone of indulgence.

Freya sighed and stepped back, bowing in return at last. “Sorry.”

“N-no problem…your Highness,” Vanessa said.

Thangir overcame his own surprise and bowed slightly as well. The thick, deep scars on his shoulders, visible under his formal tunic and sleeveless duster, shifted as his muscles tightened. His mess of dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes were very Fenrisian indeed, as was the elaborate tattoo over his left wrist.

Freya straightened up and skewered Alex with an inquisitive glance. “So who do I talk to, to get details?” she asked suspiciously.

Alex chuckled. “Either of us, I’m sure.”

Freya’s eyes lit upon Vanessa’s own, and she blinked under the Primarch’s scrutiny. “Have a few minutes, Lady Trader?” Freya asked innocently.

Vanessa nodded slowly, following Freya over to the buffet with a look of trepidation. Alex glanced over at Thangir with a weary smile, and for a moment both men shared the same mental wavelength.

Freya stood next to Vanessa at the end of the buffet, wondering how to phrase her question, then settling on the direct. “Vanessa…if you don’t mind me asking,” she said coyly. “Would you humor me with telling how you and Alex met?”

Vanessa nodded, her nerves returning a bit under the Royal gaze. “Well, his father was an employer of mine for a while. When Alex took over his father’s business, he shut down several branches. My branch liquidated,” she said, putting a few pieces of fruit on her plate. “Alex opened a new branch on Cordeline’s Wake, and I requested a transfer to his office there. He basically rehired the whole group and transported us over there. We met at the party to reopen the place, since he felt he had to go in person. It was…” she smiled to herself. “It was pretty quick.”

“He’s a passionate man,” Freya said knowingly. “There’s a lot to love.” She offered up a smile of her own. “I’m really happy for you both,” she said quietly. “Alex was falling apart at the seams when we broke up. He needed someone to love.”

“He told me that that was one of the darkest parts of his life…but…” Vanessa trailed off, glancing back at where her husband was effortlessly schmoozing up some local nobility. “He never told me the woman he left behind was a Lady Primarch.”

“I specifically asked him not to, at least at first,” Freya said, surprising Vanessa. “He was afraid that if he did, he would wind up turning every relationship he ever entered into a competition, whether it was fair to do so or not.” She flashed a fang-filled grin at Vanessa. The shorter woman blinked, somewhat unnerved. “Alex was surprised, but he went along with it. Ask him about ‘The Road Trip’ now that the metaphorical cat is out of the bag.”

“The…road trip?” Vanessa asked, confused.

“He’ll know what it means,” Freya giggled.

“Very well…” Vanessa said. The two of them wended their way over to where the drinks were arrayed, and Freya passed up a third wine for a glass of ice water. “May I ask you something as well?”

Freya shrugged. “Of course.”

“How…how long, exactly, were you two together? And how close were you?”

Freya looked her over, and now there actually was a sense of judgment in her gaze that did Vanessa’s courage no favors. “We met at fourteen. We were dating by fifteen, and shared a bed from then until twenty two.” Her frankness was a piece of bait, placed before Vanessa as much to see how she reacted as to answer her question.

Vanessa looked away. “I see.”

“You sound as if you expected a different answer,” Freya said.

“I did. I wasn’t expecting such…detail.” Vanessa looked down into her wine, trying not to say anything else.

The Space Wolf princess sensed her bait being taken. She softened her tone as the sense she had been searching for appeared. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Vanessa, but do take it in perspective,” Freya said quietly. “Alex was utterly demolished when we parted ways, thanks to his father’s death and mother’s illness. I can see how much he matters to you,” she said. “And you clearly matter to him. I can sense that kind of thing.” She glanced at Alex again. “Ask him about that, too.”

Alex himself was leaning back against the wall by now, chatting with a few low-tier local politicos. The deliberately casual air he projected was something he had learned to cultivate; very few things helped slice through a politician’s fragile ego like the sense that he was being outmaneuvered, and he wanted to avoid that.

As he spoke, he saw his wife being gently interrogated by Freya, and he had to grin to himself. Time, it seemed, changes little.

Thangir walked up behind the politicians to whom he had been speaking, and waited behind them like a thundercloud until Alex met his eyes. “May we speak for a moment, Lord Trader?” he asked.

Alex levered off of the wall and nodded. “Certainly.”

The politicians evaporated under Thangir’s presence, until the two men were alone. “Lord Carlin, I do not know exactly what transpired between you and Freya. Would you be willing to tell me?” he asked.

Alex shook his head. “No. There’s no need, anyway,” he added. “Freya’s telling Vanessa right now.”

Thangir looked over to where Freya and Vanessa were still in discussion. “You can hear at that distance?” Thangir asked.

“No, but you can,” Alex pointed out. Thangir’s eyes shot back to where Alex was standing, calm and unassuming. An entire volume of conversation occurred between them before Thangir finally relented, his posture easing somewhat.

“Forgive my rudeness, then,” he murmured. “I suppose that answers my question…if she was willing to share that much.”

“We kept no secrets, your Highness,” Alex said. “She was all that kept me sane during my darkest day.” He took a step forward, into the gene-modded warrior’s reach, but not assuming even the vaguest stance of attack. “Do not interrogate me, Prince Thangir,” he said softly.

Thangir looked down at him, completely expressionless. After nearly ten full seconds of silence, Thangir nodded, stepping back. “Very well.”

As the party wound down, Freya paused at the threshold of the ballroom on the space station, her hand held up for a moment’s pause. Alex, standing nearby in anticipation, walked up to her and immediately adopted a waiting pose. Freya smiled to herself, her planned speech melting away. “Alex…it really has been too long. Send me a message the next time you’re near Terra. I mean it.”

Alex smiled back, and even under Thangir’s and Vanessa’s eyes, he looked for a moment like he was going to go in for another hug. He restrained himself, however, and simply bowed slightly. “I agree. And…if you see the others…”

“I will, count on it.” Freya suddenly pawed at one pocket. “Oooh, wait, hang on,” she said. She produced a small holo card reader and flipped through some images until she arrived at one specific picture. “Have you seen this?” she asked, showing it to Alex.

Alex took the card reader, and his clean-shaven face split in a grin. “Wow…”

“I know!” Freya leaned over the picture of N’bel, Jake’s and Venus’ five-year-old son, sitting on his father’s knee and beaming at the camera.

“Guess I don’t need to ask how they’re doing,” Alex said. He shook his head as he handed the reader back to Freya. “You’re right. I should drop in on them. See how the old crowd is doing.”

Freya nodded eagerly, her face flush with the same vigorous optimism that had drawn them together so many years before. “We’d all love that.”

Vanessa stepped up to Alex’s side, oblivious to the exchange. “It was a true honor meeting you both, your Highnesses,” she said.

Alex retrieved the reader from Freya and passed it to his wife. “Here, look at this.”

Vanessa looked over the picture. “Lady Primarch Venus?” she asked.

“Yeah, and Jake and their son.” Alex shook his head. “Man. I’ll never remember to add the Prince in front, you know? All I can think of when I think of him is the thing on Nocturne.”

Freya sighed. “Really?”

“No, I remember you and him kicking my shit in at poker and darts every night all summer, too,” Alex admitted. “But that’s not as heroic as what I did in the bar,” he sniffed.

Freya laughed. “Never change, Alex.”

“Don’t plan on it.” Alex passed the card back and bowed to Thangir. “Nice meeting you, Prince Thangir. An honor indeed.”

To his mild surprise, Thangir smiled and extended a hand. Alex took it and shook. “You as well, Lord Trader Carlin.”

As they parted ways, Thangir and Freya retired to their vessel, docked on the void platform. As Freya prepared for sleep, Thangir reclined in the lavish bed, which was by far the most opulent thing in the room, decorated with mammoth furs and padding so thick it could have served as a crash cushion. Then, on a ship, that could be a wise investment. As Thangir did so, he thought over the evening’s revelation. What did Alex mean to her, even after all this time?

Freya slid into bed beside him, and as had become a custom with him, he immediately rolled onto one side to run a broad hand over her flat stomach. Their son – he would accept no other outcome, in his mind – was still only the size of a blueberry, but it was the thought that counted. “An interesting evening,” he said quietly, admiring the way her ample curves folded seamlessly into the rock-solid muscle of her stomach and arms. Even her coming pregnancy hadn’t diminished her pure, animal beauty.

She lay on her side and faced him, though the obstetricians had told her that wouldn’t make a difference for several months. “It was.” Her shining green eyes met his and she smiled, content. “I missed Alex. He was a great friend.”

“I understand he was far more than that,” Thangir said, somewhat harshly. But then, his loyalty to Freya had been absolute from the moment she had revealed her true lineage to him, and to learn of her past intimacy felt almost like a declaration of rivalry.

Freya sensed his concern and headed it off. “He was. But you know me well, my warrior…would I settle for a man I couldn’t like as a person, as well as being a man?”

“No,” Thangir admitted. “You would never do that.”

She settled down on the thick pillows and pulled the sheets up to her chin. “Ask me about him. I don’t want you to dislike him, or think of him as a foe.”

Thangir went quiet as he thought. “…Did he ever make you cry?” he asked.

Freya hesitated. “Only when he left me to care for his dying mother and crippled family business.”

“Did he ever make you wish you didn’t know him?”

“Never. Not once,” she insisted.

“Did he honor you and remain trustworthy to your hand?” Thangir asked.

Freya nodded, remembering the extent of their confidentiality. “Always.”

Thangir propped himself up on one elbow. “Did he look down on your friends of lesser station, and treat them as inferior humans?”

Freya shook her head from the pillow. “Not that I remember.”

Thangir’s eyes narrowed. “Did he have a sense of honor?”

The red-haired princess thought back to the maiming Jake had received in the bar on Nocturne. Alex’s first act had been to sprint to Jake’s side and staunch the bleeding. Later, he had dismantled his father’s empire of graverobbers even though it cost him billions of credits. “Unquestionably.”

“Did he respect Father Russ and All Father?” Thangir asked pointedly.

“Deeply. They didn’t always get along, but he was always respectful,” Freya said.

“Did he make you laugh?”

“All the time,” Freya said. “Half the Gothic jokes you’ve learned from me came from him,” she added happily.

Thangir nodded. “Did he please you, satisfy your needs?”

Freya hid a smile. Before her husband had been upgraded, Alex had been her finest partner in that sense. “Consistently,” she said instead.

“And did he ever, even once, tell you that he preferred another lass?” Thangir asked bluntly, coming to his point.

“No.” Freya was adamant. “He always kept his trust, and I loved him for it.”

“Did he love you back?” Thangir asked.

“He did.”

Freya felt the faintest sense of something warm brush her lips as he leaned over for a kiss. “Then he is a friend, not a foe. For…he would do only what I would do,” Thangir said. He settled back down on the bed and hugged Freya to his chest for a moment, imparting the sense of reassurance that he knew she loved. She had always been a tactile woman. “I love you, Freya. If he did too…I can hardly blame him.”

“My thanks, Thangir,” Freya said softly, feeling her tension fade. “The happiness in his eyes when he figured out I bear your child…he could not fake that. When he left me…all he wanted was for both of us to find happiness again. He found it in Vanessa. I found it in you, and I am grateful for that.”

Thangir ran his lips over her neck, baring his fangs at the end. The first time she had felt that, it had startled her, but she had realized it was his new lupine instincts coming to the fore after his upgrade: to place one’s fangs on another’s body and resist the urge to bite was to demonstrate profound trust, and ask for the same. She returned the gesture with a loving nuzzle of his shoulder, and snuggled down under her furs to sleep. “Good night, Thangir,” she whispered. One of the criterion to which she had held him during his abbreviated courtship in the Fang’s many camps had been that she had to feel as safe as she could when she was with him. As he draped one thick arm over her and held her close, letting her smell and hear him with such unbridled intimacy, she reflected that in that way, Thangir and Alex truly were akin to one another.

Aboard the Corundum Star, docked elsewhere on the station, Alex Carlin went through a similar motion with his own wife. As he sat on the chair at the bedside, reading a slate, Vanessa perched on the bed and brought up the elephant in the room. “Lady Freya was pretty…direct,” she said.

“Sure was.” Alex chuckled. “Some things never change.”

Vanessa shook her head. “You met her as a child?”

“Fourteen, fifteen. Something like that,” Alex said. He looked up at her. “She was on the wrestling team at school. Undefeated, as you can imagine.”

She met his gaze. “She was pretty open about how intimate you two were. It surprised me,” she admitted.

“Yeah. Well, she’s like that,” Alex said. “Are you surprised by the fact we got intimate, or the fact she told you?” he asked.

“I guess both. I don’t know, we were always presented with the idea that the Royal Daughters were supposed to be ideals, incorruptible, beyond basic needs. You know?” Vanessa hedged.

Alex shrugged. “They weren’t. Did it make you uncomfortable?"

“I guess it did,” Vanessa said. She sighed. “I just didn’t expect a Lady Primarch to be using such brusque language, or to hug us like that.”

“She’s an emotional girl,” Alex said. “I’m sorry she made you uncomfortable, though.”

Vanessa fidgeted. “You know, she told me that she told you not to reveal to me that she was your ex. She said she didn’t want it turn it into a competition.”

“Yeah, that happened. Do you think she was wrong?”

“No, and I would have asked you if it was true either way,” Vanessa said. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder and lay down, looking sideways at him from the bed. “Do you miss her?”

Alex looked up at her from his slate. “As a friend?”

“In any aspect,” Vanessa said.

“Sure. All the time. She and her cousins were very close friends of mine,” Alex said unapologetically. “As a partner? Not really. By the end of our relationship, we could both tell how it was going to end.”

Vanessa looked up at the overhead lights. “All right.”

“Baby, I’m not gonna lie to you. But this isn’t going to be a turning point between me and her,” Alex said. “I’m not about to go running back to her. She loves Thangir, deeply. Couldn’t you see she was pregnant?” he asked.

Vanessa jerked her head back to stare at her husband. “Pregnant? Her? She was?”

“Yeah. Bun in the oven,” Alex said with a half-smile. “She’s content with what she has, and so am I. We shouldn’t have completely failed to keep in touch, but all we’re ever going to be from here on out is friends.”

“Oh.” Vanessa thought over that for a moment. “You know…I think she was right.”

“How’s that?” Alex asked.

“I think I would interpret this as a competition, if I had known,” Vanessa said.

Alex switched his slate off and set it down on the chair, rising to sit next to Vanessa on the bed. He slid his fingers through hers and gently squeezed, looking down into her eyes. “Well…don’t. Okay? If it were a race, she would have lost twelve years ago, when we were only staying together so I could have a place to live for long enough to finish my degree, before I could go bury my father. I don’t regret you at all. You shouldn’t either.”

Vanessa smiled at last. “All right.” Alex flicked the lights off and slid down next to her in the bed.

“You know what you need?” Alex asked softly.

“What?”

“You need a vacation. Somewhere tropical.”

Vanessa shrugged. “Sounds fun. Have a place in mind?” she asked.

Alex grinned in the darkness. “I might.”

Parentage

Vacation Time

Jake Seager, Lord and Bond Prince of Nocturne, crossed his legs on the manicured sands of Carshim and watched his son play in the surf. N’bel, it seemed, was deciphering the myriad nuances of fluid dynamics, deliberately building a little sand castle at the top of the waves’ reach and intently studying the way it crumbled when the waves tore it down.

His wife, Crown Princess Venus, was sitting beside him, relaxing on the blanket. The beach was nearly deserted at that moment, fortunately enough. Then, it was the crack of dawn. In a few hours, the place would be swamped with tourists. Until then, they had a modicum of privacy.

N’bel giggled happily as the waters collapsed his creation again. Venus glanced over at him and smiled to herself. “Glad he’s having fun.”

“It was a good call.” Jake yawned and stretched his arms, popping them behind his back. “Me, I’m glad they rebuilt that weak gym here. No pool or cyclic lifters here last time.”

“Mmm.” She glanced up at him, curious. “You okay? You look tired.”

“Little bit,” Jake admitted. “It was damn loud last night.”

“Eh. Someone celebrating a wedding,” Venus said.

“Probably.” Jake fell silent as N’bel rebuilt his little fort. “Persistent, isn’t he?”

Venus chuckled. “Takes after his grandfather.”

Jake rose to his feet and brushed off the sand. “I think I’ll show him the correct means of skipping rocks,” he said.

Venus set her head back down and closed her eyes behind her sunglasses. The sound of her husband’s voice and that of her son mingled with the sound of the gentle waves, and the distant rumble of passing boats. Carshim’s massive in-land seas weren’t very saline, and were kept clean with almost obsessive vigilance by the world’s casino-boss owners. It felt a bit manufactured to her, but N’bel was having the time of his six years of life, and that was good enough for her.

It had been thirty-four years since the end of the Great Crusade. Jake and Venus had been married for thirteen years now. Twelve years of rulership over Nocturne, ceded to them by Venus’ father Vulkan while he retook leadership of the Salamanders to lead them on the Solar Expansion. It had been six years since she and Jake had brought little N’bel into the world, to the overwhelming support of the entire Royal Family and the populations of Terra and Nocturne alike. He had been the first of the great grandchildren of the Emperor, and though his eyes matched his mother’s endless, radiant red, the rest of his physical appearance was so close to his father’s that Jake had joked it was only a matter of time before they were mistaken for each other over the vox.

He was growing up. No latent psychic talent, Magnus had discreetly informed her, but he had a quick mind and strong, healthy physical development that nobody needed psychic power to see. He was a voracious reader, and so far his favorite hobby was sitting in his father’s lap, listening spellbound as Jake paged through the colossal archive of holos he had taken of Terra before moving to Nocturne.

Venus smiled up into the cloudy sky. She had been a bit hesitant to accept motherhood into her life, despite her words to the contrary to her own mother, Misja. Since N’bel’s birth, however, she had been enjoying nearly every day of it. It wasn’t a series of momentous occasions, like the holos had had her believe. The little things – the joy on N’bel’s face when they took him out for a night of fun in Clymene, the pride she felt when he eagerly displayed his newest alchemic concoction – were nearly as memorable.

The sound of shuffling feet from up the shore caught her ear. A pair of tourists were making their way down to the water. Carshim graciously allowed the members of the Royal family unlimited stay in their luxurious hotels and casinos, thinking that the presence of such classy and important people would increase their draw more than any advertising campaign ever could. They were probably right, too.

The tourists froze dead solid when they spotted Venus’ distinctive appearances. She was idly wondering whether they were going to do something she’d have to make them regret when their hurried conversation reached her ears.

“It’s her! Princess Venus herself!” a man whispered. “I…I can’t, I don’t want to bother her,” he said.

“Just go ask! The worst she can say is no,” the woman said back.

“The worst she can do is sic that Treasury sniper over there on me!” the man said back.

Venus rolled her eyes. He just wanted an autograph. Whatever. If he got close enough to ask, she’d give him one, if not, his own fault for being spineless. She’d certainly signed a ton of shit since she arrived. She was toying with the idea of just flat-out refusing to sign things after a few more days, just to mess with the prices of autographed merchandise on the black market.

She sat up and rolled her shoulders as the two squabbling tourists moved farther down the beach and spread their own blanket. The clouds were growing deeper, she noticed. She didn’t smell rain, but it wasn’t out of the question, either.

Jake knelt at his son’s side and showed him the rock in his palm. “Do you know why this is the best kind of rock for skipping?” he asked.

N’bel thought for a moment. “Because it’s small? So it’s easy to throw?”

“Good answer.” Jake lifted the flat stone and pressed it into his son’s hands. “Now…throw it juuuust above the water’s surface, nice and level.

N’bel chucked the stone. It landed in the water with a *splash*. Jake grinned at his son’s disappointment. “Here. This time,” he said, lifting another. “Watch.” N’bel stared as his father skipped the stone off the waves.

“How did you do that?” N’bel demanded.

Jake picked up a third rock. “The way you throw. Don’t toss it out…” he mimed his son’s throw. “Skip it away.” He drew his arm back and flexed it like he was cracking a whip sideways. The stone skipped twice before slamming into a wave and sinking.

Jake reached down and hefted a spherical stone. “How well do you think this one will skip?” he asked.

“Uh…it’s round, so it would probably skip…” N’bel said. His glimmering red eyes widened as realization struck. “But all of yours were flat!” he said.

“Smart kid,” Jake said fondly. He drew his arm back and skipped the little pebble, and it sank on the first impact. “See? Flat is more important than small.”

“Let me try!” N’bel said, grabbing another flat rock and hurling it out. It skipped once before falling into the waves. “Aw. Why didn’t it work?” N’bel asked.

“Practice!” Jake said. “Here.” Jake grabbed another little rock from the sand. “Try this one.”

N’bel accepted it and threw it, aping his father’s movements. The rock skipped once before an unlucky wave swallowed it whole. N’bel turned a sad face to his father. “It didn’t work!”

“The waves worked against you. Just keep trying. No rocks to skip on Terra!” Jake reminded him. “I learned here.”

“You’ve been here before?” N’bel asked.

“Sure have. Mom and I came here for our honeymoon,” Jake explained.

“What’s a honeymoon?” N’bel asked.

Jake smiled. “It’s what people do after a wedding,” Jake said. “They go have fun for a while before they go live together. We waited a while, though, since I wanted to finish university.”

“I thought you lived with Mom before you got married!” N’bel said.

“I did. But we weren’t Prince and Princess until after that,” Jake said.

N’bel turned back to the water. “So you came here after you got married?”

“Yep.”

“Is that when I happened?” N’bel asked, all innocence.

Jake raised his eyebrows a bit. His own brilliant red eyes didn’t glow anywhere near as much as his wife’s or son’s, but they were still utterly inhuman. He had grown to like them, though he toyed with the idea of having them altered to look like they had before the surgery had made him more than he had been. “No, N’bel, you happened many years later,” he said truthfully. “But hey. You hungry? I’m hungry,” he said, dodging that verbal bullet. “Let’s go see if your mom is up for a snack, huh?”

Venus heard the entire exchange and sighed, though she couldn’t suppress a smirk at her husband’s verbal redirection. She sat up as her family approached. “I could go for a snack, sure,” she said, knowing full well that the other two could hear them at that range. N’bel scampered up to her and eagerly showed off the collection of beach glass he had found.

His mother looked down at him with a curious grin. “What do you have there?”

“I found these on the shore! Is it crystal?” N’bel demanded to know, the light from his eyes scattering on the glass.

“Nope.” Venus cocked her head. “Well, technically. It’s just ordinary glass. See how it’s all smooth? That’s because it gets worn down against the rocks and sand.”

“Where’s it from?” N’bel asked.

“People throw garbage over the sides of their boats. This was probably a drink bottle once,” Jake said, walking up behind his son.

“TOO COOL!” N’bel squealed, holding the little glass pieces up to his glowing eyes. They scattered red over the sand. “Can I keep them?”

“Sure, if you find a place for them back home,” Venus said.

“I will!” N’bel promised.

The trio rose to their feet and donned their sandals. Jake packed up the towel and they headed off to the little concession stand at the far end of the sandy beach. As they passed the pair of tourists, the man scrambled to his feet.

The uniformed guard at the end of the long strip of shady sand raised one finger, but a glance from Venus halted him. The man hesitantly approached her as she waved the boys along. “Let me hazard a guess,” Venus said as the tourist approached.

“Get asked to sign things a lot here, do you, your Highness?” the man sheepishly asked. “I don’t mean to intrude.”

“Eh. You get used to it.” Venus took the proffered pen and scribbled her name on the little paper stub the man offered her. “Here you go.”

“Thanks so much, your Highness,” the man said. He probably wasn’t even twenty five years old. The ring on his finger said ‘engagement getaway’ to Venus. “Having a pre-wedding getaway, pal?” she asked.

The man blinked. “Er…yes! How did you know?”

“Just a guess. We had our honeymoon here ourselves,” Venus said idly, hiking up her bag. “Right. Goodbye.”

“Yes, goodbye, and thanks!” the man said, before scurrying back to his companion with the paper stub thrust forward like a trophy.

Venus caught up to the others. “Autograph hunter?” Jake asked.

“Yep.” Venus grabbed some coins from her bag to buy a cup of lemon ice for N’bel.

That evening, as N’bel fell asleep in his room, his parents retired to their own. Jake started up the hot tub and climbed in. “Is this the same suite we had before?” Jake asked.

“Sure is,” Venus said. She pulled her bathing suit back on and clambered in with him. She tugged her hair free of its simple tail and sank into the bubbly water up to her neck. “Mmm…that’s nice,” she said contentedly. Jake switched the water off and let the jets swirl the water about.

“So…day one!” Jake said, squeezing her knee under the water. “N’bel’s having fun.”

Venus slid sideways until she was resting against her husband’s side. “We should show him the islands, that was the best part of the honeymoon,” she pointed out.

He slung his arm behind her shoulder and she squeezed his hand. “Maybe we should,” Jake said quietly. Beyond Venus being only inches from his ear, N’bel’s hearing was nearly as sharp as his mother’s. “Do you want to try tomorrow?”

“Well, I promised to make a quick appearance with Overlord Lysander tomorrow evening, but after that, sure, we’re here for four months.” Venus closed her eyes and slid her hand over the one Jake was resting on her shoulder. “I forgot how nice the beaches are here.”

Jake leaned his head on hers and closed his eyes two. The Prince and Princess sat in the tub for a while, just letting the faint sound of the water jets fill the room. At length, Venus let the light from her eyes flood the water with red again. “So…what do you want to do with him tomorrow?” she asked.

“We can decide tomorrow,” Jake said softly. Venus glanced to the side to see his lips curled in a faint grin.

Venus smiled back. “Do you have something else in mind for tonight?” she asked innocently.

Jake opened his eyes and gestured broadly. “You bet.” He flicked the fingers on the hand he had draped over his wife’s back and her bikini top fell away. She tilted her head to the side and accepted Jake’s hungry kiss, as his other hand slid up her leg to her crotch and pulled the rest of her suit away. “Fuck, you feel good,” Jake growled, palming her warm, firm breasts.

Venus pulled his swim trunks away and ran an approving hand over his shaft. “You know…somehow, I don’t think I ever really appreciated how hung you are as a girl,” she murmured.

Jake grinned proudly as he reached out of the tub to grab a condom from his pants pocket. “Not like you had others to compare it to.”

“True, but a few minutes on the net proved illuminating,” Venus giggled. She rose from her seat on the tub bottom as Jake let out a bit of water. She took the rubber ring from his hands and slid it down over him. “There…” she let her hands fall away and leaned up, biting her lip with a sultry grin. “Ready for me?”

As his wave crested, he slumped back against the marble wall of the tub, smiling happily at her from millimeters away. “…Outstanding, baby,” he murmured, pecking her on the lips.

She followed him back, resting her head on his shoulder. She leaned her forehead on the stone side and whispered softly in his ear. “Any time, Jake, trust me.”

After the glow faded, Jake awkwardly extracted himself, tossed the condom, and dried up a bit. Venus, her clean-up simpler, was already curled up in bed when Jake wobbled out of the bathroom. He flopped down next to her on the massive mattress and immediately started raining playful little kisses on her shoulder.

Venus giggled tiredly. “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing.” Jake lingered on her neck, tracing his tongue along her ear line. “Just feeling great.”

“Mmm.” Venus watched his dark brown hair bob over her head as he moved up her face to her lips, and planted a slow, satisfied kiss. “Remember when we tried that technique first?” she asked with a faint laugh.

Jake groaned as the memory returned. “Fuck, I nearly broke my arm on the stone. You were laughing so hard we had to stop.”

“Well, I’m happy to report that you did much, much better this time,” she said happily, sliding a warm hand over his stomach.

He grinned and sank down on his side next to her. “I didn’t feel you come.”

“I didn’t. It’s always good when you’re really taking the initiative, though,” she said. His hand moved down to the neat little arrow of black fuzz over her clit, but she paused him with a request.

“No, thanks, baby, I’m not there. It’s okay…we have a while,” she reminded him coyly. His eyes slipped shut as he leaned in for one last kiss.

“All right. Night, baby.” He settled down on the mattress. “Remember when your body temperature was so high we couldn’t do this?” he asked, indicating the few inches between them with a wave of his hand.

Venus snorted. “It still is high, you’re just warmer too.”

“True.” Jake yawned. “…Hope N’bel didn’t hear us.”

“He did, I’m sure, but with any luck he has no idea what we were doing,” Venus laughed.

“…He did ask if he ‘happened’ while we were here the first time…” Jake recalled with trepidation.

Venus’ eyebrows rose. “Oh. Right.” She paused. “Eh. We’ll see.”

Jake rose from the bed and silently moved to N’bel’s door. He pressed his ear to the wood panel and listened.

His son was sound asleep, his breaths slow and shallow, his heartbeat steady.

Jake sighed in relief and made the classic ‘sleeping like a baby’ gesture to his wife. She nodded and closed her eyes as Jake padded back to the bed. “All’s well,” he reported.

“Good.” Venus said sleepily. Jake slipped on next to her and closed his eyes, and she idly listened as his biorhythm slowed into the quiet of sleep.

The following morning, Jake was sitting on a small rise of sand overlooking the endless blue of the sea. His son was down in the surf, continuing his hydrodynamics experiment. Venus was out in the placid water, swimming back and forth between two rubber buoys the casino put out. Jake himself was watching the little waves lap at the sand and rock, just enjoying the sun on his skin.

A faint shuffling noise behind him drew his ear, and he looked over to see a woman in her early thirties walking up to him with a bag in her hand. The thick shirt she had stretched over her ample belly was decorated in a motif that said ‘hormonal purchase’ to Jake’s eyes. A pregnancy shirt, perhaps?

Yelling from the beach drew his attention. Venus was splashing up to the shore where N’bel was building his sandcastle, and N’bel was furiously blocking his mother’s waves, protecting his fortress with his body. Venus crouched down behind him and menacingly filled a bucket with water, as N’bel watched with terrified eyes. Odd how he had gotten so much better at reading emotions in those glowing red eyes after his had started to resemble them; it’s not like he could see his own face.

The pregnant woman, meanwhile, had spread out a blanket on the sands above them, and was gingerly sitting down. She was well on her way, Jake realized, with probably only four months left on her timer.

He realized he was staring and looked away, to where Venus and N’bel had apparently agreed to a non-aggression pact, and were busily building a moat. Venus was explaining how making the edges of the moat deeper than the middle helped with draining, which struck Jake as perhaps a bit advanced for the beginner’s course, but his son was loving it.

A shadow fell over the sands near him. He looked around to see a man he didn’t recognize standing beside the pregnant woman, lowering a cup of something down to her. She took it gratefully, sipping at it through a straw. As the man turned, he made eye contact with Jake. Most people, when they did that, recoiled at the alien sight. Others watched for a moment, distracted or mesmerized by the hypnotic movement of light and darkness around the tiny retina. Even more ignored them in favor of watching his wife’s or son’s utterly startling eyes instead.

This man, however, hesitated, and slowly removed his own sunglasses in surprise. He took a few steps closer, as a few of the Treasury guards at the edge of the beach tensed up. The man muttered something under his breath. “No…fucking way.”

Jake’s memory kicked into motion, spurred on by the man’s voice. The pregnant woman was looking back and forth between him and the man, not seeing what was going on. As Jake looked up at the tourist, his mind finally placed the voice.

“Alex Carlin? What are you doing here?” Jake asked, rising to his feet.

“It…Jake? Is that you?” Alex asked, astonished. The two men crossed the distance and stared at each other. “You…you look like you fell asleep in a tanning bed set to ‘pulsar,’” Alex said, flabbergasted.

“Hah! Alex! It is you!” Jake said, drawing the slightly shorter, but much broader man into a hug. “How the fuck are you?”

“Awesome, actually, yourself?” Alex asked, pulling free. Jake stepped away and looked over his friend from arm’s length.

“I’m good, I’m good…you look like a million credits, compared to the wedding,” Jake said.

“Hah! More, actually,” Alex said with blatant false modesty. “Hell, it’s great to see you again. You here on vacation?”

“Sure am!” Jake said. He glanced over at the woman on the towel.

Alex shook himself. “Right. Vanessa, this is a high school friend of mine, Jacob Seager,” Alex said. Jake walked a few steps closer and held his hand low for her to shake, rather than force her to climb up.

She took and it and shook, then gingerly levered onto her feet anyway. “Nice to meet you,” she said. “You said you went to Imperator?”

“I did,” Jake confirmed. “My family is here on vacation. We’re here for four months, then back home so my son can start grade school. He just turned six.”

“Wow, he’s that old already? Man, all I have is holos,” Alex said, shaking his head.

“Well, shit, if you want to say hi, they’re right over there,” Jake said, jerking a thumb over the rise of sand obscuring his sight of the others.

“Yeah? Think I will. Wonder if she even recognizes me,” Alex chuckled, walking over.

Jake sat down next to the blanket as Vanessa eased back to join him. “So, Vanessa, where are you from?” Jake asked.

“I was born on Shardenus, but I grew up all over. Traders, you know,” she said. She fanned herself with a broad paper fan, adjusting her hat. “Alex and I worked together on Cordeline’s Wake.”

“Cool.” Jake nodded. “My wife and I went to high school with Alex, together.”

“That’s cute.” Vanessa looked over to where her husband was disappearing behind the sand drift, already cupping his hand around his mouth to holler down to Jake’s family. “If you went to high school in the same class, you must have been in the same class as the Royal Daughters.”

“Yep.” Jake felt the opportunity for a prank arising and quashed it. If he was lucky, Venus had already thought of it.

“We ran into Lady Primarch Freya at a dinner last year on a void platform over Dorrmammu,” Vanessa said. “That was quite a reunion.”

Jake chuckled. “I imagine. Did she do the thing where she picks you up?”

“What? No…though she did hug me so hard I bruised,” Vanessa said. “That was a shock.”

Jake laughed. “She didn’t mean anything by it.” He looked over at the sand rise, from behind which Venus’ delighted voice was echoing. “Sounds like Alex found them.”

“Alex! Hahah, come here!” Venus squealed, wrapping her arms tight around the taller man.

Alex did so, fondly hugging her back. “Venus, you look fantastic. How have you been?”

“I’m great…but what are you doing here? Just taking a break?” Venus asked.

“Well…sort of,” Alex said. “Business isn’t as good as it was back when we had low standards, but it’s tolerable. Frankly, I found it hard to work while Vanessa’s expecting,” he said. “I keep dropping what I’m doing to go check on her.”

“You’re married? Wow, good for you!” Venus said. “And you have a baby on the way?”

“Yep. Well, my wife does,” Alex chuckled. He looked down to where N’bel was trying not to be seen behind his mother’s leg. “So…are you Prince N’bel?” he asked, smiling.

“Yes,” N’bel said, somewhat cautiously.

Alex squatted down next to him and stuck out a hand. “My name’s Alex. I went to school with both of your parents,” he said.

N’bel gamely took his hand and shook. Alex grinned. “Wow. You know, I bet you don’t think so yet, but you are just gonna be identical to your dad in a few more years.”

“Everyone says that!” N’bel grumbled. His radiant eyes painted Alex’s face red as the much older man smiled knowingly.

“Well, sorry, kid. How old are you now?”

“Six Standard, four Nocturnean,” N’bel said proudly.

“Wow. Time flies,” Alex said. He stood up and gestured over his shoulder. “Want to meet Vanessa?”

“Sure,” Venus said. She paused to slip her sandals back on and followed him over the rise.

Vanessa was applying sunscreen to her arms when Alex came back with Venus and N’bel in tow. Jake watched with a hidden grin as she slowed, a few puzzle pieces falling into place. She looked over at him.

Jake shrugged. “We’re just civilians here. And N’bel and I both dislike formalities among friends. Strongly.” He winked.

She shook her head and set down the squeeze bottle. “Alex sure has had interesting friends.”

“He’s lucky that way,” Jake said drily. Venus walked right up to Vanessa and crouched down.

“Hello…Vanessa, yes? Pleasure to meet you,” she said, casting a knowing glance at Vanessa’s stomach as she did. “I’m Venus.”

“Hello, Princess…Venus. Sorry.” Vanessa shook the proffered hand, though she didn’t manage to conceal her flinch at the warmth of it. “And…you must be N’bel,” she said, stumbling a bit on the very non-Gothic name.

“Yes, hi,” N’bel said. He looked at the two Rogue Traders and cocked his head, but didn’t ask anything.

Venus sensed her son’s entirely reasonable desire. “N’bel, if you want to go rebuilt the fort, do so,” she said in Nocturnean.

N’bel took off for his crumbling sandcastle, leaving Vanessa stunned at his speed. With his genehanced muscle, he was easily as fast as a career track and field athlete, at six years old. Alex nodded at the display. “That takes me back.”

“I know, right?” Jake clapped his friend on the back. “How’s the business?”

“Eh. We’re not robbing graves any longer, so that’s something, but our profit factor is…unenthusiastic now,” Alex said. “I mean, shit, who am I to complain, but still.” He sat down on the towel as the Nocturneans settled down on the sand beside it. “Things are improving now that the new Solar worlds are calming down. Lots of call for haulers. We’ve taken to buying cheap freighters, hiring Navigators from the Rogue houses, and sending them to haul along the new colony routes for pennies. Not making any money now, but give it ten years and we’re the only ones already working the new lines when they open for general trade,” Alex said.

“Crafty,” Venus said.

“Yep. And it doesn’t smell like tombs. The older Navigators hate that we’re willing to hire exiles, but screw ‘em. They’re not the ones getting their hands dirty.” Alex chuckled. “How about you two? What have you been up to?”

“Well, getting settled on Terra and Nocturne, of course, but I’ve been getting my way into the Nocturnean leadership roles I’m expected to fulfill, too,” Venus said. “I didn’t realize just how much No’dan was actually doing.”

“Did he retire from active duty when you claimed your throne?” Alex asked.

Venus shook her head. “No, he simply rejoined the Fire Drakes as a field commander. We built a home in Themis.”

“Cool.” Alex nodded. “We technically have a home on Hernreith, but I don’t think we get back there more than once every other year.”

“We also have a house on Terra that we stay in when we’re home, but I think when N’bel is old enough to go to high school, we’ll send him to Imperator,” Jake said. “Nothing against Nocturnean high schools, but it’s the best school in the galaxy for political families.”

“Yeah, it was pretty great.” Alex leaned forward over crossed legs. “So, N’bel, that’s a Nocturnean name. Is it a family name?”

“My father’s adoptive father,” Venus supplied. “A tribal blacksmith.”

“Hmm. Think N’bel will want to learn smithing when he’s older?” Alex asked.

“‘When he’s older?’” Jake chuckled.

Alex blinked. “He’s six.”

“He’s a Primarch’s blood. He can already handle simple welding tools,” Venus said. “He insisted. I was so proud,” she said with a smile.

Vanessa shook her head. “That sounds really dangerous.”

“It is. But he’s careful, and smithing is the oldest and most sacred art on Nocturne,” Venus said. “And I’m always in the room with him.”

Vanessa shrugged, unwilling to argue the point. “If you say so, ma’am.”

Venus uncrossed her legs and lay down on her back, letting the sun soak into her night-black skin through her rust-colored swimsuit. “Mmm…you two been here long?”

“Yesterday,” Alex supplied. “We’re here for about a month and a half.”

“Nice, isn’t it? You know, we went on our honeymoon out here,” Venus said. “It’s a great place to unwind.”

“Is it? Never been before,” Alex said.

“We’re here the next four months,” Jake said. “Then we go home to send N’bel off to first level school. Then I go back to getting the way at the Castle,” he grumbled.

“Oh, hush, you’re not that bad,” Venus scolded.

“What do you mean?” Alex asked.

“I always feel like I’m getting in the way of the professionals when I’m in the Castle in Themis. Like the PDF guys are worse off for my being there,” Jake said with a sigh. “I mostly just stick in the Royal Quarters now.”

“Well, that’s silly. Trust me, the military on Nocturne has no problem telling people when they’re in the way,” Venus said.

“I guess.” Jake glanced over at the Rogue Traders. “How do you two handle security on your ships and such? Mercenaries?”

“Lifer mercs and crew offspring,” Vanessa said. “Mostly. Some ex-Navy, too. The background screening on most group hires is pretty heavy, but we have to prevent problems from within.”

“So I imagine,” Venus said. “The issue being attempted infiltrations?”

“Yeah. It happens. Gotta keep sharp,” Alex said.

“Who’s running your organization while you’re here?” Jake asked.

“We have a group of adjutants. And they can always contact us by the Astropath on the ship if they need to,” Alex said.

N’bel knelt on the sand at the water’s edge and felt the water run through his fingers. It felt like any other kind of water, except it was sort of grainy. Was it the sand getting disturbed or the salt in the water? He couldn’t tell. He tasted the water on the tip of his finger and made a face. “Ugh. Too salty.”

The wind was dying down, and the tide was falling too. He grabbed a small pebble from the sand and stuck it in the sand just above where the waves were washing up, and lay down in the sand next to it to watch. The water licked up on the tiny stone, pulling a few grains of sand it has just pushed up back into the sea, and partially burying the stone…then another wave washed it clean.

He retrieved it and let it roll down his palm, though its asymmetric shape prevented it from rolling off completely. He cradled the stone as he rose to his feet. He glanced over the calming water and drew his hand back, hucking the rock as far as he could.

Some fifty meters away, the little stone splashed down. N’bel smiled. “Hah. I can finally out-throw Dad.”

He turned back to where his parents were sitting. Mom was lying next to the pregnant lady, while Dad was talking loudly with the man he didn’t know, Alex, about something to do with Navigators and pay scales. He sighed. That was so boring. They were on a beach with real oceans! Why did they just want to talk? He wandered back up to where they had dropped their stuff and grabbed his sunglasses, turning them over in his hands. With his eyes – Mom called them superhuman, but he didn’t feel like they gave him powers – he could see things normal people couldn’t. At least, Dad said they could. He said he, Dad, was born with normal eyes, but the Emperor had given him better ones, ones you usually had to pay the Mechanicum to get.

He slid the glasses on and put his hands in the pockets of his swim trunks, walking back down below the rise to the water. He wasn’t supposed to go in the water when Mom or Dad weren’t there, just like the pool back home, and he could kinda understand why: it got pretty deep in a real ocean.

The water’s glimmer vanished behind his glasses, and he crouched at the water’s edge again, staring into the deep blue mass. His eyes followed some tiny fish through the polarized lenses, and he felt a funny sense of longing. The oceans back home were just too acidic for swimming. The pool was great, but he sensed that this was something special, something he wouldn’t get to see too much. He resolved to make the most of it.

Venus laughed as Alex finished his story. “I can’t imagine operating a void platform for profit. Overhead would just be so damn high…”

“It’s a bitch, yeah, but you gotta recognize a niche market. When you control the market, you control the pricing on both ends. Vertical control, and all that,” Alex said with a grin. “I’m trying to be nice, though, I know pricing on atmo controls on the station was so low before I bought it because they basically cut corners in payroll and safety wherever they could. I had to cut a thin margin out, trying not to let the whole station fall apart during the transfer.”

“Where’s N’bel?” Jake suddenly asked. He rose to his feet and looked around. “Oh…there he is.” He held his hand over his eyes and watched as his son wandered down the beach, hands in his pockets, just kicking rocks into the water. “What’s the region the guards have staked?” he asked his wife over his shoulder.

“Two hundred meters gold, four hundred green,” Venus said. Gold being the area the guards had under total lockdown as far as any sniper setups would go, green being an area under near-total control but with no guarantees.

“All right, he’s fine,” Jake said. “He’s just out for a stroll.”

Venus looked away from her husband over to Vanessa’s swelling tummy. “So…little guy or little girl on the way?” she asked.

“Girl. We haven’t picked a name,” Vanessa said. She rubbed her stomach. “I’ll take a year off when it happens, then stay at home long enough to get a sense of school options…but we’ll probably just hire some private tutors for the first several grades.”

“Might send her off to Imperator?” Jake asked as he returned.

“Doubtful. It’s not a boarding school,” Alex pointed out. He reverently caressed his wife’s hand over her belly and smiled happily. “Either way…I’m looking forward to it.”

“It’s an adventure, certainly,” Jake said. “The first nine months…seven if you’re lucky, they’re the hard ones. After that though…there’s this process of re-constitution, where they stop being this hot lump of shit and start being an actual person,” he said. “You never forget it.”

“‘Hot lump of shit?’” Alex asked, eyebrows raised.

“Human babies produce more shit per minute than an entire herd of grox. True science fact,” Jake said solemnly. Venus laughed.

N’bel ambled down the yellow sands to a little depression in the ground, heading down to the water. He stared into it, his mind piecing things together. The trench looked artificial, he realized, looking up towards the dry end. He could see the faint marks of tools up there; shovels and hands. It got blurrier as it went below the level where there wasn’t any beach debris scattered around, until it was just a smooth curve in the sand where the water started. So…someone had dug a trench, left it there overnight, and it had eroded when the tide came in. He nodded in satisfaction. Mystery solved.

He glanced from side to side. Nobody was on this stretch of beach. He hopped down into the little trench and sat on the packed sand, planting his hands on the sides like armrests in a chair.

In an instant, he was sitting in the cockpit of a Lightning Harbinger. He raced over the hills that the waves before him had become, glancing at a phantom ground-effect radar every few moments as he did. The Hrud menace was lurking around somewhere, and he meant to find them.

Chatter came in from the invisible radio beside him. He looked over and frowned. The sand was blank, unfeatured. He paused his mental simulation and scratched a few little buttons and knobs in the sand to represent radio controls. Much better.

He returned to his flight, soaring over the barren glacial hills of the unnamed world below, following an orbital feed on his target.

N’bel blinked. Wait. Harbingers were for intercepting torpedoes. Which Lightning model was ground attack? He thought for a moment…was it the Lightning Strike? Or the Lightning Storm?

He shrugged. Whatever. It still had two wing-mount lascannons. He resumed, fingers tightening on invisible firing studs as the bendies came into range. In an instant, he pulled up, missiles away.

The Strike! That was it. Two lascannons, six Hellfuries. The Hellfuries raced down, their airburst warheads scattering phosphoric doom on the hapless Hrud.

“What are you doing down there?” a voice asked.

N’bel glanced over his shoulder. A girl he didn’t recognize was standing over him in the trench, staring down at him.

“At the moment? Vaporizing a Hrud pack,” N’bel joked.

The girl seemed unfazed. “What’s Hrud?” she asked. She looked about his age, but she had skin the color of that strange citrus candy Mom liked.

“Aliens.” N’bel stood up in the trench. “What’s your name?”

“Michalina,” the girl said. She was staring at his skin. N’bel, who was slowly growing used to that, stifled his impatience. At least she wasn’t staring at his eyes. “Who are you?”

“N’bel,” he offered. He wondered how she would react if she knew who his great grandfather was, and resolved to keep that one in reserve for select trolling later if the need arose.

“Bell?” she asked.

“No, N’bel,” he corrected. “Pronounce it like there’s a silent ‘a’ in there.”

“N…N’bel,” she managed.

“There you go.” He crossed his arms over his chest. She was shorter than his four foot one, but then he was tall for his age. Apparently Dad had been too. “Where are you from?” he asked.

“Kolscyky,” she said. He knew the name, a massively underpopulated mining world in Obscurus somewhere. Grandpa Vulkan had conquered it in the Crusade’s final century.

“That’s…uh, Obscurus, isn’t it?” he asked casually. She nodded, surprised. He beamed in delight at her acknowledgement. “I’m from Nocturne,” he said.

“The Salamander homeworld?” Michalina asked. “Cool. Is it really a Death World?”

“If you’re not careful,” N’bel joked. She didn’t seem to get it.

“What is it like, growing up on a Space Marine world?” she asked.

He shrugged. “It’s interesting. The Salamanders are pretty easy to talk to,” he said, not adding that that was the case because he was technically related to all of them. “But it’s not a very safe world. The volcanoes are everywhere. Whole villages get wiped out every fifteen years.”

“What? Why?” Michalina asked.

“Because our moon is so huge, it causes tidal earthquakes when it gets too close in its orbit,” N’bel explained.

The girl looked at him funny. “The moon doesn’t cause tides.”

“Sure it does,” N’bel said. “Its gravity is strong enough to pull water up to it. That’s high tide. Low tide is when it’s on the other side. On Nocturne, the moon is so strong it can pull lava around too.”

N’bel was starting to really enjoy the look of awe on her face. “How do you know all this stuff?” she asked.

He shrugged, awash with six-year-old modesty. “You just kinda learn.”

Vanessa struggled to her feet with her husband’s help. “I’ll be right back,” she said, wobbling over to the restroom at the top of the beach.

Alex watched her go with a wistful grin. “Five months pregnant, and still the cutest little butt I ever saw,” he said.

Jake chuckled. “What’s her story?”

“She was working for one of my dad’s less profitable branches a while back. When I liquidated it, I had her team transferred to one of my other departments. We met and, well…here we are,” Alex said. “I love her to pieces. And she took meeting Freya really well,” he added.

“Oh, she did, huh? Well, I’m glad you could find someone, too, Alex,” Venus said, smiling up at him from the sand.

“Yeah. I had a few flings after I got my shit straightened out, but Vanessa was the only girl who actually cared about me, and didn’t just want to hang off my dick or my wallet,” Alex sighed, in the voice of the long-suffering.

“Uh huh,” Jake said drily.

“Well, that, and she actually likes tagging along on my crazy acquisitions trips,” he said. “I can see why the life of a piratical Rogue Trader appeals to so many people, but that’s not me. I’m perfectly happy plying the well-travelled trade lanes and making twice what those glory-hounds make.”

“Probably for the best,” Venus said. “Otherwise you couldn’t take a month off and go for a vacation.”

“Yeah. Was Freya okay, by the way? Her own childbirth? She was only one month in, when I saw her last year,” Alex said.

“She’s fine. The baby was a boy, Thangir named him after his own father, Olev. Freya went along with it because she liked that it anagrams to ‘love,’ in Gothic,” Venus giggled. “He’s a cutie. His hair and eyes are a dead match for Uncle Leman. Ever see a ten-foot tall killing machine turn to protoplasm? Let Leman Russ hold a baby with his eyes.”

N’bel stomped the last of the grooves in the trench flat and placed the plastic sheet they had dragged from Michalina’s family’s dump site over it, pinning it down with rocks. He stood at the top and nodded. “All right, now for the water.” Michalina dumped the bucket of mixed water and suntan lotion they had labored to create – when her parents weren’t looking, of course – over the sheet to create their very own water slide.

“Yay! It’s ready!” Michalina said, clapping her hands together.

“Moment of truth,” N’bel said, and launched himself feet-first down the trench. The air rushed by as he slid down the impromptu slide and skidded into the water in a tangle.

He surfaced, blowing water out of his nose and laughing his ass off. “Success!” he shouted, waving at where the girl was standing at the top.

She gingerly sat at the top and pushed herself down, and he scrambled out of the way as she splashed into the water. He doubled over laughing as she came up in the surf, wiping salt water out of her eyes. “Excellent!” he said through peals of laughter. “My best invention yet!”

He climbed back up to the top of the three meter slide and launched himself down, glad he had put his glasses on their strap before putting them on. He cannoned into the water again, launching white spray high.

Venus observed the spectacle at a distance. “What in the hell is he even doing?” she asked aloud. She watched as he vanished into the sand rise and surfaced, soaking wet, several seconds later.

“Want me to go check it out?” Jake asked.

“Please,” she said. Jake rose to his feet and walked over, though he was mindful of the fact that the snipers he had watching his son would have acted if there was a real threat to his life.

N’bel watched his father approach out of the corner of his eye, a sinking feeling forming in his stomach. He wasn’t really ‘swimming,’ per se, but he may well have been violating the spirit of the law, if not the letter.

With the mental equivalent of a shrug, he turned back to his slide and propelled himself down again, splashing into the water. His suit was riding up a bit, but other than that, it was the best time he’d had since arrival.

Michalina raced past him as he reached the top, where his father was standing with his hands on his hips. N’bel paused in front of him, feeling like he was in for a lecture at best.

Jake looked down at the sandy deathtrap the boy and his friend had created. He looked back at where the pair of Salamander Legionary auxiliary snipers were concealed, over to where his wife was chatting with Alex and the newly freshened Vanessa, and over at where a pair of middle-aged people he assumed were the little girl’s parents were sunbathing.

He looked back down at his son and sighed, all mock reluctance he knew his son could see right through. “Carry on.”

“Hahahah! Thanks, Dad, you’re the best,” N’bel proclaimed, then threw himself down the tunnel again. Jake gave the A-OK signal to Venus and sat down to watch the display.

Michalina surfaced with a cough. That last one had sent some saltwater down her throat.

N’bel paused before he went down, himself. “You all right?” he asked.

“Ugh, yeah, I just swallowed some seawater,” she said.

He shrugged. “Okay,” he said, and launched himself down again.

Michalina sank to her haunches and coughed up the water, wiping her mouth. “Gross.” She looked over at where Jake was observing his son splash about in the water, trying to get to his feet. “Are you N’bel’s dad?” she asked.

“Yep. Jake’s my name.” Jake smiled at her behind his own shades. “Do you think we look alike?” he asked innocently.

“Yes, you do look like him,” she said, just in time for N’bel to come within hearing range.

N’bel glared molten daggers at his father, who had to clamp a hand over his mouth to hold in his gleeful snigger. He had felt the same way about being compared to his father at that age too. N’bel stomped up to the others and grimaced angrily, before sliding back down again in silence.

He splashed into the water once more, and just as he was standing, he slipped on the sand, falling flat on his back.

“You okay, son?” Jake called from above.

N’bel blew his nose into the surf, blinking back the sunlight. “Y-yeah, just slipped,” he said. He felt something tap against his foot and looked down, to see his sunglasses floating in the water. “Oops.”

He scooped them up and slid them back on as he turned to climb back up. Above, Michalina’s eyes went wide. As he reached them, she stopped his progress. “Wait…N’bel, can you take those off again?” she asked.

He blinked, but pulled his glasses free. She gaped at his completely inhuman eyes: solid orbs of burning, bright red light, with no iris, corneal coloration, or retina. “W-wow…does that hurt?” she asked.

“Hurt? What? My eyes? No, they’ve always been like that,” N’bel shrugged.

She stared into the featureless red spheres. N’bel sighed under his breath, but didn’t look away. “They’re really pretty,” Michalina said.

Jake hid a smile as N’bel flushed. “Pretty? Better than ugly, I’ve had people say that before they knew who I was,” he grumbled.

“Who you are?” she asked, suspicious.

He shook his head, chagrined. “Never mind.” He launched himself down the slide without another word, leaving his father to scoop up the glasses.

Michalina glanced sideways at Jake before turning away. Jake smiled. “It’s all right,” he said, pulling his glasses down the bridge of his nose. She peeked over to see that his own eyes were quite different. They were the same color, but they weren’t glowing at all, and the irises were swirling circles of patterned red, constantly shifting and changing, while the rest of his eyes were completely normal. “Our family just looks this way.”

“Oh.” She looked a moment longer before sliding down the waterslide again.

Jake allowed himself another smile. N’bel, for all his disquiet around adult strangers, shared his paternal grandmother’s talent at instantly making friends.

Michalina climbed up to the top again, and noted in surprise that her mother was nearly running over to her. She paused before she could get back in the slide, panting from exertion.

N’bel clambered back up behind her, staring at the delay. “What’s up?” he asked, not even a little out of breath.

“Mom’s mad,” she said. Her mother came to a halt right next to her.

“Michalina, we’re leaving,” she said angrily.

She wilted. “But Mom, this is a lot of fun!”

“You can use the slide in the pool, but we’re not staying here!” the woman insisted.

Jake rose to his feet. “Is there a reason you’re yelling in front of the kids, ma’am?” he asked.

“You be quiet!” the woman snapped. She reached out for her daughter’s hand, and the girl hung her head, starting to trudge away from her newfound friend.

To Jake’s surprise, N’bel spoke up. “You forgot your tarp,” he said, grabbing the plastic sheet with one hand and ripping it free with a single tug. The woman recoiled from the display of strength, but shook it off and accepted the sheet with a look of disgust. “Michalina, you wanted to know who I am, right?” he asked loudly. The girl hesitated as her mother grabbed her hand. “I’m Lord Vulkan’s grandson,” he said, glaring up at the woman pulling his new friend away.

Both of the paler females looked over at him. Michalina’s face remained puzzled, while the other woman just stared, aghast. Jake smiled proudly, standing back to let his son direct the show. N’bel looked up at his father. “Dad, do you have a pen on you?”

“A pen? No,” Jake said.

“Mmm.” N’bel walked up to Michalina and gave her a quick hug before marching straight back to where his mother was waiting for him.

“…Why was his skin so hot?” Michalina asked, clearly very confused by all of it.

“It’s how the Emperor made him,” Jake said, and he turned to follow his son.

Venus smiled at N’bel as he unceremoniously dropped down on the sand next to her. “You made a friend.”

“Yeah, and her mom was mean to her,” N’bel grumbled.

“Well, some humans don’t like people who look like mutants,” Venus said. “She’s just narrow-minded.”

N’bel sighed, sadness replacing anger. “Why do people do that? If they know who I am, they grovel or…or…what’s the word?”

“Patronize,” Jake said, crouching behind his son and passing him his glasses.

“Yeah, patronize. And if they don’t, they treat me like a heretic,” N’bel sighed.

“Because some people replace common sense and the love of their fellow humans with two things called ‘vitriol’ and ‘haughtiness,’ things you don’t have,” Venus said. She slid her own sunglasses off and stared into her son’s eyes with her own identical red gaze. She smiled gently. “You know we both love you very much, right?”

“Yeah, I know, Mom,” he grumbled awkwardly.

“I thought you were really brave, just walking up to that girl and hugging her,” Jake said slyly.

“Can we pretend I didn’t do that?” N’bel said, blushing again.

Alex and Jake both laughed as Venus smiled conspiratorially. “I promise,” she said.

N’bel sighed again. “All right.” He struggled to his feet. “I think I’m just gonna go back to the hotel and get dry,” he said. “Can I go?”

“Sure, if Dad goes with you,” Venus said. “You know the way?”

“Yeah, it’s just down the street,” he said.

“All right.” N’bel waved awkwardly to Alex and Vanessa as Jake led him back up the sandy beach.

Vanessa propped herself up with an effort. “Smart kid,” she said.

“He certainly is,” Venus said happily. She sank back down on the sand and brushed her hair out of the way. “Takes after his grandfathers. Both of them.”

N’bel slid his sandals on at the top of the beach and walked up the road with his towel slung over his shoulder, staring at the concrete path. He was lost in thought, turning over what had happened in his mind until his stomach grumbled in discontentment. His father heard, but let him keep his silence. The two of them reached the hotel and entered the spacious lobby, where N’bel ducked into a bathroom to slide his shirt on before ascending the elevator to the penthouse.

The beach-side lobby was a riot of activity, with many of the tourists just passing through on their way to the luxurious casinos and theaters, or porting baggage carts worth of clothes and suitcases up to counters for check-ins. Jake noted Michalina and her parents near one of the lifts out of the corner of his eye.

As N’bel emerged, Jake diverted him. “N’bel, what did you want a pen for, before?” he asked.

“I wanted to give Michalina my autograph, since she was nice enough not to ask for it,” he said. He scoffed. “It sounds stupid when I say it aloud.”

Jake nicked a note pad and a pen from the little refreshment station and map kiosk next to them. He passed the pad to his son. “Quick, write your name in Nocturnean,” he said.

N’bel stared, but did as he was told. Jake ripped the note free and jogged over to where the girl and her parents were still waiting. “Michalina,” he said as he approached.

The little brown-haired girl turned around and stared as her parents tensed up. Jake quickly passed her the note. “N’bel wanted you to have that, call it a souvenir,” he said. “It’s his name in Nocturnean.”

“Uh, thanks, sir,” she said, accepting the note. Jake didn’t linger, instead walking back to his son, who was watching, bemused.

“Why did you just do that?” he asked.

Jake grinned. “It was a nice thing for you to do, that’s all.”

Life Goes On

Ela Whitefist leaned back against the shattered wall of thatch and stone behind him, feeling his life drain into the snow at his feet. The battle was over. His people had won. And now, he was going to die.

It wasn’t a hard guess to make, mortality. Life on Fenris was short and violent. Rare were the souls that lived past forty. Ela glanced down at the gaping hole in his stomach, through which his intestines were clearly visible, and noted that he wasn’t even going to make it to twenty.

Oh well. He had tasted fine wine, bedded fine women, won a glorious battle against his clan’s enemies, and unless he was very much mistaken (he hoped he wasn’t), impressed the gods themselves. Even at that moment, two were watching him.

Their fiery chariot had descended from above to observe the battle, between the Whitefists and the Dragonsons. The battle had frozen at a halt when they had arrived, with combatants on each side making the sign of the All-Father in reverent awe. The chariot had circled above them, leaking fire from massive engines. Then, to the shock of all watching, two massive men with the heads of wolves, armor of metal, and talismaned weapons fell from the sky and landed in their midst. The warriors of the Whitefists had frozen stock-still, gaping at them, while the attacking Dragonsons had faltered, staring in shock and glee. The Choosers were with them, now.

The Dragonsons had fallen back to their boats to fetch more weapons, while the Whitefists had packed their daughters and wives off to the hills of the little island, to spare them from the carnage. It wouldn’t make a difference, of course, the Dragonsons would just enslave them if they won even if they did have to find them first. Still, the chance to earn a place in the halls of the Kings on Asaheim itself was worth a momentary distraction.

Ela had fought like a man possessed in the battle. His spear was slick with blood, and other, darker fluids. The elaborate tattoo on his arm was ripped clean off, along with some of the arm itself, taken by the axes of the Dragonsons’ chieftain. Ela had let himself fall forward after the injury, and driven his spear up into the taller man’s stomach, pulling it out with his spearhead. A worthy end, to be sure, but an end.

The bedraggled nineteen-year-old had fallen to his knees in a pool of his own blood. The women and children were coming back, now, keeping reverent distances from the silent Choosers even as they wept over the broken bodies of sons and husbands.

A child – not his – ran up to him and squeezed his shoulder, pale and blanching. “Ela! What happened?”

“I died, child,” Ela managed, collapsing against the wall with a groan of agony. “Go and get the others.”

The child scampered off, casting worried looks over his shoulder as he did. The Chooser nearest Ela stepped aside to let him pass, staring at the carnage with dead eyes behind his helm.

Ela felt anger stir in what was left of his stomach as he looked on the massive man. Was this not enough? Was the death of the entire Dragonsons and half of the Whitefists not enough? Had none been found worthy?

A stirring of cloth behind the giant Chooser caught his eyes as he sank back on the ground. A figure in a cloak of pelt and fabric appeared from where the chariot had set down on the distant hill. The figure moved over the ground with grace that bespoke incredible strength, like the Choosers, but also restraint. As the figure walked up behind the Choosers, it paused, and seemed to be looking over the battlefield from within its hood.

One Chooser paused beside the body of a fallen warrior, too mangled to recognize. With the press of a gauntleted finger to the body’s neck, the Chooser rose, then walked up to one of the Dragonsons that had died late in the fighting. That one Ela DID know: one of their Clanguards, a warrior of great skill who had managed to take Ela’s brother down with him.

Ela’s teeth ground together as the possibility that that…BUTCHER would be given the honor of ascension! The spearman tried to rise, but the unthinkable agony – and more worryingly, growing numbness – from his crippled stomach brought him back down with a muted scream of pain.

The eyes of the Choosers were on him in a moment. The lithe figure in the cloak seemed to pause what it was doing, as well. Slowly, the figure walked up to him, its eyes inscrutable in the darkness of the hood. As it reached Ela, it knelt, hiking its cloak up to keep the pelt from dipping into the blood pools.

“Have you a name, fighter?” a soft voice from within asked. A woman’s voice?

“Ela…Whitefist…son of…Kaer Whitefist…” he managed.

A hand in a delicate leather glove emerged from the folds of the cloak, and another tugged the glove free. The hand freed from the doeskin was undeniably that of a woman, too, and a young one. The hand travelled up to Ela’s shoulder, and gripped it with a strength that would have hurt like a bastard if he were in better shape to feel it.

“Hmm...how many Dragons did you kill today, Ela Whitefist?” the voice asked, contemplatively.

“…Seven…eight,” Ela replied, gasping for air. His soul was slipping away into hell and he was being quizzed on killing by a woman with no face? What was this?

“And so I observed,” the voice said, this time with a faint note of approval. Had she expected some other answer?

“What…did you…think I’d…say?” he managed.

“More. Men feel the strangest need to exaggerate their accomplishments in the face of death, as if they had anything left to prove,” the woman said. “But death in honest battle is the highest honor, anyway.” She slid the glove back on and sank to sit on her ankles. “I know what awaits us after death in battle, Ela Whitefist. Shall I tell you? Or would you find out firsthand?” she asked, her voice soft and growing harsh.

“…I would…know…so I have…no fear…” he said after a moment.

The figure nodded, and this time there was open approval. The woman reached back her hand to pull free her hood-

Ela felt the pain in his guts fade a little at the sight. She was…without a doubt…the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. Magnificent rolls of clean, braided red hair spilled from around a youthful, healthy face, with glorious, wide eyes of an inhuman green set in in the middle like gemstones. Her face was angelic, sculpted. Was she a Valkyrie? One of the spirits who ferried the greatest fallen warriors to a rousing, triumphal eternity?

The cloak was fastened below her collarbone, and her red hair flowed out over the soft fabric of her cloak to hang over the blood-drenched ground. Her red lips were turned in a slight smile, behind which two small, pointed fangs were visible. She was of their blood? She was a Chooser as well, an immortal scion of King Russ?

“When one dies in battle, their soul falls from the body, into the roiling stuff of the Warp, from which all souls come,” the beautiful young woman said. “This you know. After all, it was across the seas of the Warp that Father Russ came to this world. After a time, most souls fall into the formless darkness of space in rest, and return to the things from which the universe is made. No pain, no fear, no lust, no love or hate. Just a dreamless sleep.” She smiled again, her fangs glinting in the blue light. “Doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

“…I…suppose not…” Ela admitted.

The beautiful woman grabbed his spear, fallen from numbing hands. “Swing this at me.”

He stared. “What?”

The woman stood, crossing her arms. “Swing it at me. Now.”

Ela gripped the wooden haft, searching for a trap in her words, but finding none. He swung the gory weapon at her legs, and she effortlessly leaped the clumsy arc. “Hmph. Not much to speak of,” she said dismissively.

Ela felt his anger and fear surge through him, even as his imminent death fought to pull feeling from his arms. He swung the spear again, and again she jumped it. He made to swing again when the darkness flooding in at the corners of his eyes overwhelmed him, and he collapsed backwards, unconscious.

Freya Russ watched the spearman fall, her mind working idly. “Hmm. Argun, what do you think?” she asked.

“He has fire, certainly,” the Wolf Priest said, staring at the body. “Bit old.”

Freya nodded. “Yep. Think he deserves a shot?”

“I think so, yes. He took on those men two at a time, and only went down when the fight was over,” the Wolf Priest replied, in Gothic. Their words were not for the wounded.

“I like him. He wanted to know more about death for the sake of facing it without fear,” Freya said. “He’ll face his training head-on.”

“Sure.” Argun nodded, lifting the blood-slicked spear from the ground beside the fallen fighter. “He will be taken to Kerrvik. If he can survive it, we’ll go through training.”

“Good.” Freya watched as the body levitated onto the small medical platform the Wolf Priest was operating. “Anyone else?”

“This makes three. The others are either useless or beyond us,” the Priest said flatly.

“All right. Off we go,” Freya said, pulling her hood back up.

“NO!” a woman screamed from the village behind the battlefield on the icy beach. Freya turned to look at her as the bodies floated into the back of the Thunderhawk for resuscitation. “No, Ela, no, don’t go!” she cried.

Freya held up her arm to block the woman’s path. “Sorry, lass, but your man is destined for a greater fate than ignominy,” she said softly, in Juvjk that time.

The woman tried to push past her into the hold of the Thunderhawk, but Freya was as strong as a Long Fang, and did not relent. “Don’t take my husband,” she begged, tears pouring from her eyes. “Please! Don’t make his son grow up without him!”

Freya grimaced under her hood. “Your husband is dead. He goes now to Asaheim, that he may live forever with the blood of the Russ,” she said. “Mourn him, and remember him well,” she added, turning to go.

“What possible use could you have for him above that of his family?” the hysterical woman demanded.

Freya’s shoulders rose as she sighed. “More than you know. With any luck at all, lass…more than you will EVER know.”

The sun broke over the walls of Camp Kerrvik. The blinding light flooded the training grounds below, covered in fresh snows from the blizzard the previous night. Atop one ragged wall of wood and stone, a Fenrisian boy sat with legs crossed. His mess of ruddy blond hair was cropped below his ears, and he had to brush strands out of his shining blue eyes.

Olev as a little boy. Thanks, SirBriggz!

He was easily the youngest person in the camp. He hated that. The only people who even seemed to approach him in size were the new aspirants, and they were a dime a dozen. Half-dead, some of them, and the others never lasted too long. They either died here or went off to the Fang. By that time, they were Wolves, Vlka of the Rout, and more like uncles than friends.

The crack of a ship breaking the sound barrier drew his superhuman eyes up. The streak of fire and metal overhead dropped like a stone towards the camp. The boy smiled happily. At least Mom was coming home.

The Thunderhawk settled down on the ground inside the walls, and the ramp dropped into the snow. A few scared-looking men with scars under their jumpsuits appeared, walking down the ramp into the streets of the tiny township. “All right, you little bastards, you straighten the hell up!” a voice roared. The lad recognized the voice as that of Sergeant Hasskald, a Grey Hunter from the Fang that he liked. Hasskald was happy to take him out to see Fenris from the skies sometimes. He said it was important.

“You whoresons THINK that you’re CHOSEN ONES!” Hasskald roared at the new guys. “You AREN’T! You’re dirt beneath my boots for the next four months! You’re ghost men, unloved at home and unmourned here, and every single one of you is going to break like glass for the whole time!” He glared at them all, brandishing the tiny silver talisman in his hands. “By the end of this training, forty five to fifty five percent of you will be stone dead. The rest? The rest of you will graduate to REAL training. You will fight one another, you will fight the elements, you will fight the Trolls and the Fiends, and you will learn what it is to kill with your bare hands! And maybe when you’re done, you bone scraps will be SPACE WOLVES!” he finished, his eyes burning. “Now…I know that some of you came from clans at war with others. That’s fine. As of today, you forget it all. You will forget your clans, your women, your children. Today, the only sons you have are the next batch of aspirants, the only brothers you have are the men beside you, and the only father you have is High King Russ!”

The Grey Hunter slammed his ceramite gauntlets together, throwing sparks where metal it metal. “You will become warriors capable of feats that could and will break lesser men if you live through this, aspirants. You will walk through the bellies of daemons, and the arms of savages, and you will take the Wolf’s Spirit within yourselves. I anticipate very few survivors, whether I want there to be or not,” he added. “I came from a batch of ninety. Only three remain.”

The aspirants shuffled their feet, some paling. “You fear that? Good! Fear means you’re alive!” Hasskald declared. “Some of you will become the Skjalds and Kaerls of the Fang, the hall of your father. Some will become food for the others when winter comes,” he said darkly.

The boy on the walls rolled his eyes. That never actually happened. “Some others will actually come to be Space Wolves, and you will take your claws to the necks of the Emperor’s enemies by the truckload, and learn to love the smell of blood,” Hasskald finished. “Now fall out, and go to the buildings you’re assigned. You will be Claws soon enough.”

The men trooped into the buildings scattered over the training grounds, as the Wolf Priests handed them scraps of paper with names on them. The boy scrambled down from the wall and ambled up to the Thunderhawk, his nine-year-old ears filtering out the sounds of the engines like a veteran deck crewer.

Hasskald looked down at him and smiled. “Olev. Lad, what are you doing up this early?”

“Listening to you bellow, apparently,” Olev sighed airily.

Hasskald snorted. “Lad, when you’re old enough, you’re doing this training whether you plan to become a Marine or not.”

“I sure hope so,” Olev said idly. “Mom’s sure pressing me not to.”

“Your mother is hopelessly in love with you, pup, and doesn’t want you to come to harm,” Hasskald said. “Fear not. There’s strength enough in you to live through my instruction.”

“Oh, there’s strength enough, I’m not worried about that,” Mom said, stepping from the hold, where she had been watching quietly. She smiled happily down at her son. “But I couldn’t live with myself if he got eaten up by trolls.”

Olev waved a hand dismissively. “I’d smell them coming.”

“In your sleep?” she asked pointedly.

Olev shrugged. His mother leaned over to wrap her arms around her son’s shoulders, hugging him close. “You know you don’t have to stay here, Love,” she said softly. “I know you want to see it, but…”

“Mom,” Olev grumbled. “Come on. Don’t call me that where the others can hear.”

Freya laughed and stepped back. “Right, sure.”

The aspirants walked back out of their new homes, blinking at the unfamiliar environments of the mountain range in which they were staying. One by one, they lined up in front of Hasskald, trying not to look afraid.

The Grey Hunter tapped the flat of his combat knife in his palm, watching them fall in. “Now. There are those of you who may think that even as Aspirants, you have nothing to prove. Nothing to accomplish. You made it this far, after all. You were Chosen! But let me show you how wrong you are,” he said. He stepped back, and Freya shooed her son away. “Before you stand I, boys, one man,” he said flatly. He hefted his chainsword in one hand and his knife in the other. “All of you who feel that you need to make up for something…all of you who aren’t smart enough to be afraid or nervous…get up here.”

Nobody moved.

“Smart lads, for once,” Hasskald said. He dropped his chainsword in the snow and slid his knife into its sheathe. “How about now?” he asked mildly.

Several of the Aspirants looked at each other and mumbled. “That armor protects you,” one of them said hesitantly. “Can we even hurt you?”

“Fair question,” Hasskald admitted. “And if I were not armored? Would you find the testicles to fight me then, little boys?”

“I just might,” another said angrily. He stepped up to the front rank, fists clenched.

“Great. What if I were not only unarmed, but unarmored, and a young woman to boot?” Hasskald asked, baring his fangs.

“Then I’d call it a complete waste of my time,” the warrior scoffed.

“I did SO hope he’d say that,” Olev said happily.

Freya took her cue. She stepped up beside Hasskald and drew back her hood. “If anyone in your little gang can beat me one-on-one,” she said by means of introduction, “he gets double rations tonight.”

The warrior blinked, taken aback by her appearance. “You send a whore to fight in your stead, Sergeant Hasskald?” he asked.

Freya grinned. “Now now…harsh words instead of fists? Do you have no fight in you, child?”

“I came here to fight, not get laid, woman,” the warrior blustered, as several other aspirants chuckled.

“Well, I suppose I did meet my husband here,” Freya admitted. “Still, something tells me you’d lack any sort of appeal even if I were on the market,” she said idly.

The man snarled and lunged at her. Freya’s wrist flickered. She had caved in his nose and stepped aside. His body tumbled, senseless, to the ground.

The other aspirants froze. Less than a second had passed. “Anyone else?” Freya snarled, flashing her fangs. One or two men gasped as recognition set in, but nobody moved. “Wise. My name is Freya Russ, you worthless puppies, and until the day you die, I am your Queen, your elder sister, your personal daemon, and the last thing you see before you die,” she said coldly, her voice biting like the chill of the wind. “My father will break you down, shatter your preconceptions, grind you into powder, and then sculpt you into REAL fighters, Astartes, Space Marines, Vlka Fenryka. You will live for eternity, in the halls of the Fang, in the depths of its armory, or in the memories of its warriors, but only if you DAMN WELL DESERVE IT!” she roared, shocking them back a pace. “This galaxy chews up and shits out the weak, and it took three thousand, seven hundred years of nonstop killing to make it even as habitable as it is!” Her wolf eyes glimmered in the morning light, glinting off of her fangs like diamonds. The men were spellbound. “Does anyone else want to challenge their Queen?” she demanded.

Not a soul twitched.

“Good. Haul his useless carcass off to a medic and start doing laps of the compound,” Hasskald said. “The man who does the fewest has to do it again.” Two men lifted their senseless comrade off to the medical center as Freya brushed a speck of blood off her bare hands before sliding her gloves back on. Olev meandered over to where she was standing, the chill wind tugging at the sleeves of his jacket. “Mom, why do you say that you’re the last thing you see before they die? You don’t fight in the field,” he pointed out.

Freya shrugged as the other Aspirants started running. “Because every so often, I jump into the training circles to beat some pride out of the ones who have a natural skill that they mistake for discipline. See, Olev, it’s easy to think that you’re good at something if you were born able to do it well, but I don’t want naturals. I want men who can fight because they have good training as well as lots of experience and natural talent. And if they mess up in the ring, fighting me or their brothers, they die. If they mess up because they’d rather do things their own way instead of the way we train them, that’s hardly my fault.”

“That doesn’t answer my question at all!” Olev protested.

“Olev, men die here. Sometimes because their trainers killed them. It happens.” Freya looked down at him, sadness written on her face. “That’s why I don’t like it when you’re here.”

“But everyone treats me like a baby on the Fang,” Olev grumbled.

Freya knelt before her son to bring his eyes level with hers. She gently leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “I prefer that to treating you like a killer. For now. Okay?”

Olev sighed. “Okay.”

Julius Moves up in Life

Julius settled nervously into his seat in the little conference room in the core of the Palace. Several other people were already gathered, chief among them his friend and former Best Man, Jake. Also present were Michael Grecco, Nathaniel Romanvene, and one man he didn’t know in a loose tunic and green leather pants and vest. The door closed behind him as he sat, and Mike took a moment to click the lights higher. “Good to see you, Julius. Bit closer than last time, too,” he chuckled.

“Ugh.” Julius shook his head. “The formal ceremony was absurd. Aren’t weddings supposed to be private, intimate events?”

“Not when the participants are famous,” Nate said drily. “But congrats anyway, Julius.”

“Thanks.” Julius turned to look at the man he didn’t know. He was the youngest man there by a fair deal, with a gruesome scar protruding out from under his left lapel. His tousled blonde hair and light green eyes said a bit about his origins. “Have we met, ser?” Julius asked him.

“Thangir Russ, and no, we haven’t,” the man said. Julius nodded. He had thought as much. Freya’s wedding had been even more private than his real one.

“I only got here a week or so ago, myself,” Thangir said. “It’s been…a shock. You know? Buildings this size…” he shook his head. “I thought the Fang was huge.” He shrugged self-effacingly as he said it. Julius was struck by how much younger than the others Thangir was. Nate, by the look of him, was the eldest in the room by a few years at least. “I’ve been on void platforms and such…but you never see those from the outside, if you’re lucky,” he finished. The others chuckled.

“Quite. Although the Palace doesn’t see many viewers from the outside unless you’re on the roof,” Julius said. He cleared his throat as Nate sat back down beside him. “So, gentlemen…why exactly are we here?”

“Well, you and Isis just tied the knot, eh?” Nate asked reasonably.

“Yes…what is this, some kind of fraternity initiation?” Julius asked.

The smiles vanished from every other man’s faces. Nate’s eyes flashed blue for an instant. “Who told you?” Mike asked darkly.

Julius blinked. “W-what?”

The others held the silence for a moment longer, before, nearly as one, they laughed. “We’re just fucking with you, Julius,” Mike said, waving his hand dismissively. “Trust me, we put Thangir and Jake through the same song and dance.”

“I nearly fell for it, too,” Thangir said, shaking his shaggy blonde mane.

Julius sighed. “So why am I really here?”

Mike reached into his pocket and extracted a piece of metal on a small chain. “Do you have one of these?” he asked.

“Sure, I do,” Julius said. “It’s an access token, isn’t it?”

“Yes. For the garages, but also for the interior security system,” Nate put in. “Have you tried it for the elevators yet?”

“What, the lift network in the Palace itself?” Julius asked, surprised. “Er, no.”

The others stood. “Then you have to see this,” Nate said.

Julius stood, bemused, and followed the others out of the room and into the corridors. The hallway outside was bustling with Adepts, scuttling about and no doubt doing something important or other. Nate pressed a button for a lift and the Royal husbandry piled in, closing it before the people outside could enter.

Mike held up his token and pressed the bottom to the button panel. The panel was three-phased, with programmable buttons, so that lift cars could travel from different wings of the structure as well as different floors, and even a third set of buttons for controlling clearance levels. The token didn’t react to being pressed against the panel, but the panel did. The tiny LCD screens next to the buttons flashed clear. Mike pressed a button at random, and the tiny screens started displaying the names of the various wings of the building, as they usually did. Mike pressed the one for the northernmost wing, the one they were in at that moment. The screens blanked and filled with block numbers. One of them was a different color than the others, Julius noted, curiously examining the token again. He hadn’t noticed that the bottom had a computer port in it.

Mike pressed the colored screen’s button, and now all of the options the buttons displayed were blue. He pressed the button for the fifty-second floor, and the car was off.

“So I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, but the tokens are passcards for the Guest Wing,” Mike said. “You can use them to get to the VIP area, the access-restricted one, with the push of a button.”

“Ah.” Julius glanced over the buttons as they reset to their normal requests for input. “And…why is this?” he asked.

“I’m sure you know that not all members of the Royal Family have homes on Terra,” Nate said with a shrug. “Where better for them to stay?”

“The Imperial Fists-controlled starport to the south of the Palace?” Julius guessed.

“True enough, but sometimes they come here for formal duties,” Jake said. It was the first time he’d spoken, Julius noted, and his friend’s face was a bit drawn.

“You all right, Jake?” Julius asked him.

“Some small trouble sleeping,” Jake said, shrugging. Thangir’s eyebrow twitched at that, even if he was pretending not to be listening. Was Jake lying, then? Another time, Julius decided, as the floor dropped out from under them.

“Fffff, I hate that feeling,” Nate groused. “Dropping into the core of the Palace in a metal coffin…”

Mike nodded ruefully. “Yeah, I know. How the Palace could even have any room to work in with the office blocks being broken up by the tubeways is beyond me.”

“Architecture in general is beyond me,” Thangir muttered, wincing as the car took a whiplash-inducing turn to the right. “Bloody hell, why do you Terrans make your buildings so large?” he asked.

“To administrate an Imperium of many, many trillions,” Mike said. “Trust me, you should see how hives look on worlds where they weren’t planned out in advance. Absolute pigsties, every one.”

“Mine was no picnic,” Jake grunted, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Anyway. We’re here.”

The doors swung open as the car coasted to a halt. The quintet emerged into a completely different atmosphere. There were no people besides them that he could see. Where before the air had been flat and recirculated, here it felt crisp, even fresh. A neat trick, Julius thought, and the reason came clear moments later. The entire corridor beyond the tube block was lined with small, flowering trees. The hallway wended its way, curving around conversation nooks and small, decorated tables. The walls themselves were free of ornamentation beyond a variety of large mechanical clocks, with the names of famous planets beneath them, each set to wildly differing times and hours. It was a nice effect overall; at once a subtle reminder of the Imperium’s scope, and a boost to the morale of the people seeing it. They were important enough to witness it, after all.

“So, do I get to know why we’re here?” Julius asked. Mike pushed a door open and gestured in with a smile.

“Of course,” he said. “Come on in.”

Julius walked in and glanced about. There was a huge table in the middle of the room with a variety of mystifying electronics set into its surface, and a whole row of holoscreens and flatscreens along the walls…but the room was decorated like a sports bar, with homey lighting and comfortable chairs. The table was piled up with buffet-style food, too, real food, not reprocessed protein.

“Okay, I give up,” Julius said. “What’s going on?”

The others laughed, save Jake, who seemed to have vanished. “My friend, we can’t let this occasion go unremarked!” Mike said. He took a plate off of a small rack of them near the table, and began piling it up with food.

“Wait, so it really is some kind of initiation?” Julius asked.

“I guess you could say that,” Nate said. “Grab a plate.”

An hour of conversation later, Mike brought out a small plastic cask. “Here, gents,” he said, placing it on the table.

Julius craned his head forward. “What is it?”

“Three thousand credits of scotch,” Mike said, putting a tiny plug in the bottom and pouring a cup.

Julius stared. “Huh.”

Mike and Nate filled goblets and slid one down to Thangir. The younger man grabbed it and tipped it in gratitude, as Jake waved one off. “I’m done, thanks,” he said, indicating the empty glass in front of him.

“You guys did all this for me?” Julius asked. “I’m flattered.” He accepted a cup and swirled it in his hands. It even smelled expensive.

“We’re brothers-in-law now, man,” Mike said.

Bread and Circuses

Lord Primarch Fulgrim steepled his fingers and looked over his desk at his two guests. “Of course I could, my young friends…but why are you interested?”

Jake and Julius glanced at each other. “Well, your Lordship, simply put, I had an epiphany,” Jake began.

“Do tell,” Fulgrim said mildly. The intimidatingly tall white-haired warrior was unusually subdued in dress and demeanor today. Jake found himself wondering if he had an entire wardrobe he could duck into between guest meetings.

“Your Lordship, I don’t know if you know much about our personal histories, but in case you didn’t, I’m a farmer and he’s a hiver,” Julius said with a faint grin. “And yet…here we sit.”

“And my brothers and I range from slaves to mining world refugees to princes,” Fulgrim said, returning the joking smile. “Fate plays strange hands.”

“True enough, Lord. My point is that we are uniquely suited to understanding what problems the Imperium faces…not as a government, you understand, or as a military force, but as a group of like-minded and disparately-born humans,” Julius said. “I imagine you, yourself, observed that firsthand. That common need. Rich or poor, Terran or out-worlder…we all have the same basic needs.”

“Indeed.”

Jake took over. “Lord, before the Crusade even ended, you had set up the Foundation for the Advancement of Education and the Arts here on Terra.”

Fulgrim’s brows peaked as he divined the other two men’s goals. “I did. Am I to interpret that you wish to offer some assistance towards it?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Julius said. The two men were switching the speaking role back and forth. This was rehearsed, Fulgrim surmised. “We would humbly request some advice, actually.”

“Regarding…what?” Fulgrim asked.

Jake leaned forward. The lad had clearly undergone the same genetic treatment as most of the other Royal husbands, Fulgrim noted with hidden distaste. As much as he understood its necessity in the Emperor’s eyes, he found it uncomfortably close to the Astartes creation process, and that was a mechanism that hardly needed to be spread about.

“My Lord, I entered into Venus’ life purely by accident,” Jake said quietly. “Obviously a chance at romance is hardly the point of scholarships, but the message is there. How many trillions of Terrans deserve better chances than they get?” He shook his head. “Every single one of my friends in my childhood – and I – dreamed of more. Of finding or being given more. How many kids think of earning more?”

“Too few,” Julius supplied. “But some do.”

“So what exactly do you want from the Foundation?” Fulgrim asked, intrigued.

“We want to lend out own experience and influence to the Foundation’s goals, sir,” Jake said. “Basically, I want to pass along what I’ve learned on my own. Not in terms of my role in the Family, but in terms of applying the Nocturnean mindset to the Terran hives.”

Fulgrim was quiet for a moment as he thought through the uncomfortable implications of that statement. “And…if I may ask, what would that be? As I understand it, your tenure on Nocturne has been a largely invisible one.”

Jake shrugged. “Well, politically, sure…but I’ve learned so much.” He winced. “Sorry, but there’s no way I can say this without sounding snobbish.”

Fulgrim blinked. “How do you mean?”

“Sir, simply put, I’ve come to realize that a big portion of the Terran poverty problem stems from the fact that a lot of Terrans have decided that their lot in life is sealed shut,” Jake said. “Nocturneans have a completely different outlook on life, sir, and frankly I think it’s a healthier one.”

“And you wish to lend your aid to the Foundation to support the influence of this Nocturnean outlook?” Fulgrim asked.

“I suppose I so, sir,” Jake said.

Fulgrim thought on this. “And what do you want out of this, Lord Pius?”

Julius nodded. “Sir, while my background differs greatly from Jake’s, I want to help out. The people on Terra want for more than they should. I’ve seen how much of this planet can barely even afford proper nourishment, let alone luxury. Even on the Throneworld, things could be better.” He shrugged. “I mean, I don’t expect an easy solution, but I feel I could help.”

The Emperor’s Children Primarch leaned back in his seat, brooding. “And you come to me for advice on how to improve things, or at least help those who are already working to improve things?”

“That’s the gist of it, your Lordship, yes,” Jake said. “So, will you help us out?”

“No.”

The ticking of the mechanical clock in the room was the only sound for a few moments. Finally, Jake broke the quiet. “May I ask why?”

Fulgrim sighed. “Gentlemen, while the desire to improve the lots of others is a worthy goal, it sounds more to me that you’re trying to force standards on people.”

“How is wanting people to have better access to food forcing standards on anyone?” Julius asked, surprised.

“Because you phrased it in the language of wanting Terrans to live to a higher standard,” Fulgrim pointed out. “And you, Lord Seager, you said that you wanted people on Terra to learn from the Nocturnean standard. But if all you wanted was for people to learn their ways, why coach it with charities? Because then,” Fulgrim said, gesturing in Jake’s direction, “you would inevitably reward those who demonstrated those aspects of Nocturnean life that you admire. That, by itself, is not entirely unreasonable, but it is not the work of the Foundation. My Foundation works to ensure those whose lives were damaged by pure happenstance have a fair chance at recovery and improvement, and their children, too. You want to, essentially, bribe people into adopting your foreign standards.”

Jake sat back in his own seat, thinking furiously. After nearly a minute of mind-wracking, he looked away. “…I can’t disagree, I think,” he said. “This is disappointing.”

“I offer no offence, I hope,” Fulgrim said. “But I want you to understand why I will not lend my own assistance in this endeavor. If you wish to work on your own, very well, and I’m sure you will do so with the best of intentions. But the people will not thank you for it.”

Julius looked sidelong at his friend, but Jake wasn’t upset. Instead, the hiver-cum-Prince just stood and offered his hand to his uncle. “Thank you for your time, then, your Lordship,” Jake said heavily.

“Certainly, Lord Seager. And remember, if you really want to better the lot of your former friends and neighbors, money isn’t the way to do it,” Fulgrim cautioned, shaking the much smaller man’s hand.

Venus slid her night shirt on and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. Jake was lying there, arms crossed behind his head, staring into space. She walked up beside him and sat on the bedside. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“How did it go today?” she asked, running her fingers over his arm.

Jake sighed, freeing up one hand to squeeze hers. “He said no.”

“Oh.” Venus thought that over before leaning back to look at him better. His face was placid and un-lined. He didn’t seem to be taking it personally. Her transhuman eyes lit upon his face and he managed a tiny smile.

“I’m not worried. He took the time to explain why. I found myself agreeing with him.”

“He’s pretty persuasive,” Venus chuckled. “What did he say?”

Jake sighed, staring beyond her into the past day. “Well, he basically said it would be like bribing people to accept a foreign standard of living.”

Venus pondered that as she slid into bed beside him. “Huh. That’s pretty cynical, but I don’t know that he’s wrong.”

“That’s more or less what I said,” Jake said heavily. “I dunno, sweetheart. How do I do this? Fulgrim’s right, I can’t just take up Nocturnean self-reliance and drop it whole on Terra, but…damn it, I feel like I’m not doing enough here!”

Venus raised her eyebrows. “Here…on Terra?”

“Well, yeah,” Jake said. “I came from here. I want to make things better. And they could be better, baby, so much better.”

“They could,” Venus said. She tapped her finger on the pillow as she thought. “Have you tried asking directly?”

Jake looked up at her, confused. “Who?”

“Terrans.” Venus glanced down at him, a sly smile playing around her lips.

Jake stared for a moment, before he broke out in a smile too. “…I love you, baby,” he said softly, running his hand over her nearer arm.

“I know, Jake, and it feels good,” Venus murmured, kissing the crown of his head before snuggling down beside him and flicking off the lights.

Dieter Hatham sank into his chair with a groan of released stress. The day’s work at the factory had been grueling, like every single other, and all he had to look forward to that night was the weekly poker game he had been holding with his friends since he was eight years old. As he wearily reached for his slate to get the final headcount, he noted an unusual message in his queue. He pressed the Open button, and message popped up.

>TO: DHatham5780,

>FROM: TransplantG2R

>DATE: TODAY

>RE: Poker

>Hey, Dieter, it’s me. Do you mind if I drop in on the game tonight? I’ll bring my own food, of course.

Dieter blinked. He didn’t recognize the handle. He glanced it over and squinted, but the name remained elusive. He opened his own mail system and typed up a quick response.

>Sure, I guess. Who is this? You’re not in my contacts list.

He set the tablet down and rose to prepare the food. Even as he turned on the heating element in his single studio apartment, the slate beeped. He looked over at the screen.

>Oh, man, you wound me. It’s Jake!

Dieter stared at the slate, astonished. Hadn’t Jake married some princess and moved to far-off wherever? He typed out a response as the soylens started heating up.

>Are you entirely sure?

Within minutes, he had his response.

>Last I checked. Can I come to the game tonight? I assume there is one, I remember it was Fridays.

Dieter hesitated, long enough for his door to knock. He peered through the eyehole and saw Will standing there, looking around him. Dieter opened the door and let his friend in, distracted by the email.

“Hey. You got the table all set up?” Will asked. When Dieter didn’t answer, he looked over his shoulder. Dieter was staring at the tablet. “Someone bail?” Will prompted.

Dieter shook his head. “No, it’s an unexpected RSVP.”

“Unexpected?” Will glanced over the tablet. “…Jake’s coming?”

“I haven’t replied,” Dieter said. He set the tablet down and ran his hands over his face. “What do you think?”

“Why are you asking me? We should have him!” Will said.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Dieter said. He hesitated to lift the tablet, though. “Didn’t he move, though? What’s he doing here?”

Will sat down at the table and dropped his stake into the middle of the table. “We can just ask.”

“I guess.” Dieter typed his reply at last.

>Sure. I’m in Tetra still, Cube 12, Hab 1, Deck 198, Room 198-085. Stake is fifty credits upfront, buy-in of fifteen, bring your own food.

Within minutes, Jake’s reply lit the screen.

>Cool. I’ll be there.

As the group assembled, Dieter idly flipped a few cards back and forth on the table, waiting for the last guests. Counting the running game he had held in middle and high schools, he had been running this game anywhere from one to seven times a week for twenty years. He would have pitched his skills against a professional if he could find the time to do so. He wasn’t nervous because he thought he was going to lose.

In fact, why was he nervous at all, he asked himself. Jake was an old friend, right? And he wasn’t bringing any of those nobles – or even Ladies Primarch – from the party that one time with him, was he? He realized he hadn’t asked.

The door rapped again. He pulled it open to see his old friend standing there, dressed in what was probably supposed to be casual attire, with a large basket hanging off his arm. His skin was several shades darker than anyone else’s in the room, but the biggest change was his eyes. They were bright red.

“Dieter, man, good to see you!” Jake said, reaching out his free hand. It took Dieter a moment to grasp it, though, he was so busy staring at his friend’s changed visage.

“…Uh, yeah, Jake, hi,” the black-haired factory line supervisor said. “Good to see you too…what’s with the new look?” he asked.

Jake shrugged as he walked in. “Surgery didn’t quite work out the way it was supposed to. Long story. How’s things?” he asked.

“Uh, pretty good, I guess…new factory hours are a bear,” Dieter said. The other guests took notice of Jake’s arrival and made their way over in the three-room apartment. The ones who knew Jake personally looked stunned at the changes in his appearance, while the others just shook hands or nodded politely, not seeing any differences. After all, cosmetic surgery was cheap. In the hives, some people decided to look like they lived above their station when they didn’t. Nobody judged for that.

As they sat down, most of the guests chipped in to pay for an expanded ration chip for the evening, so they could eat in. The chips were special tokens one could redeem in advance for a larger body of people for single meals, and it was common in the hives to have the host pay for once in advance, and then all participants simply pay a percentage when they arrived. When Dieter put the bowl of soylens on the cooktop and started to add the flavor pouches, Jake got up from the table and brought over a the basket. He discreetly cleared his throat.

“Would it trouble you greatly if I brought a second course?” Jake inquired.

Dieter looked back at him. “You brought surface food?” he asked.

“Yes,” Jake said. He put the basket down on the counter and opened the seal. “My wife made a pie,” he said. There was a circular pastry inside.

“Oh…alright,” Dieter said. “Uh, after the main meal? Is that when you serve those?”

“Yeah, it’s dessert,” Jake said.

“Okay.” Dieter walked back over to the table and sat down, deftly pulling the cards from the pack. “All right, folks, are we all ready?”

“Yeah, I’m in,” Will said, dropping a few of their faithful plastic chips into the pot.

As the players anted up, Jake shucked his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair. “Thanks for having me, man, I know I haven’t dropped by as much as I should have lately,” he said.

“Yeah, it’s been a while,” Abram said. “I understand you got hitched since we saw you last.”

Jake held up his hands. The Nocturnean rings glimmered on his fingers. “I did."

“Good for you,” Abram said. He picked up his cards and bet. “I’m engaged, actually,” he said.

“Oh, yeah? Congratulations,” Jake said. “What’s his name?”

Will snorted water on his shirt as Abram glared at his friend. “Her name is Cris,” Abram said coolly. Will snorted again. “Short for Crystal, damn it,” Abram said.

“Well, that’s awesome, dude, congratulations,” Jake said. He grinned at his old friend and chucked in his cards. “When are you getting married?”

“A few months, actually,” Abram said.

“Cool.” Jake watched the rest of the hand in silence, judging the time not to be right for his proposal.

When the food was done, Dieter brought the bowl over and doled some out. Jake took his portion and glanced over the plate as he did, since the game was paused. “So, guys, how has everyone been?” he asked.

“It’s not easy,” Dieter said. Jake raised an eyebrow at his friend’s tone, but kept his mouth shut.

Will shrugged. “You remember what it’s like,” he said. “Just existing.”

“Yeah, I do remember,” Jake said. Then, even as a child he had been somewhat privileged, since his father had actually owned his business. He was aware in hindsight how much condescension he had exuded in conversation back then. If he had any chance of his proposal being well-received now, he had to stay polite. “What are you up to?”

“Line supervisor at a factory in the next hab down,” Will said.

“What do you make?” Jake asked.

“Hair curlers, and some light plastics, mostly,” Will said.

“Oh,” Jake said. “Custom design or something Martian?”

“STC relics, but that means we’ve got to keep standards up.” Will spooned the last of his portion of the meat-flavored soylens onto his plate. “If you let something that’s supposed to be STC-quality slip, wow. They come down on you hard.”

“I bet,” Jake said. “Does anyone else here work there?” he asked.

“I do, Dieter does, I think Alan does,” Will said, eyeing a few of the other men at the table. The other man, Alan, nodded.

Jake finished his food and rose. “All right. Anyone not want dessert?” he asked.

“What’s dessert?” Will asked.

“Tonight, a starfruit pie my wife made,” Jake said. “Anyone not want some?” He hefted a knife and dug into the basket.

“The hell is a star fruit? Some kind of space food or something?” Abram asked.

“No, it’s fruit that is literally shaped like a star,” Jake said. “Fucking amazing. It’s about the only Terran fruit that can grow on Nocturne without genemodding.” He hefted a slice of the stuff from the top of the pie to demonstrate its unusual shape.

“So, you did move off-planet after getting married,” Dieter said. “Why?”

“Because my wife wanted to go home, and I wanted to go with her,” Jake said. “Venus had obligations there.”

“Really? It must have been hard,” Will said.

“It was,” Jake said heavily. “It is. The weather on Nocturne is terrifying. Acid storms and earthquakes, every week like clockwork. Everything’s made of metal or stone because there’s no wood, and because the earthquakes will topple anything more fragile. The food’s more diverse, but the ambient temperature and gravity are so high that it’s actually pretty hard to walk around outside unless you have special gear or were born there. Or get genemodded, like I was,” Jake said.

Will stared at him. “I thought you looked different.”

“Yeah. I was bedridden for several days, the marrow infusion hurt so bad,” Jake said ruefully. Was he coming off as immodest? He couldn’t tell. “Anyway. Dig in, guys,” he said, putting plates of the pie in front of the others. “If my wife were here, she’d say she didn’t make this with cooking, she made it with Applied Chemistry,” he chuckled. “I burn water, so that works for me.”

“I gotta say, Jake, I’m surprised you’re even here,” Will said, finally broaching the topic. “Didn’t you get married to a pretty high-tier noble?”

“Lord Vulkan’s daughter,” Jake supplied.

The others either looked stunned or stared at each other. “Wow,” one of the men Jake didn’t know said. “Where did you meet?”

“High school,” Jake said. He sat back down and dug into the pie. “We also went to the same college. Actually,” he said, glancing over the others. “It’s part of why I’m here. Back on Terra, I mean. My oldest son is probably going to be going to a Terran school when he’s old enough. I came here from Nocturne like I do every seven months or so, because Venus and I have obligations to the Royal Family’s Estate, but I wanted to do something else while I was on-planet.”

Dieter and the others exchanged looks. Jake continued. “Remember when we were in middle school, we all used to talk about what we’d do for Terra if we made it?” he asked. “Well…I did. So when I came here last week, I dropped in on someone. Do you guys know about the Foundation for the Advancement of Education and the Arts?”

“Sure,” Will said. “We got some comp from them after an accident on the job meant my brother Drew had to miss six weeks of work.”

“Good,” Jake said. Despite the name, the Foundation had smaller branches that covered charitable and compensatory funding of all types. It was one of the reasons Jake had gone to Fulgrim in the first place. “Well, I went to one of its founders to offer my assistance in exchange for some advice,” he said.

“What advice?” Will asked.

“I wanted to lend myself out for fundraisers and the like, and in exchange, the founder in question would either help me set up my own charity or work through the Foundation towards specific goals.” Jake sighed. “He said no.”

“Why?”

“Because he thought it sounded like I would basically be bribing people to adopt different standards of living,” Jake said. “And he was right. So I would like your opinions,” he said, taking in the room. “How can I put my newfound influence to best use for the good of hivers?” he asked.

The room went quiet. Some of the men looked at Jake uncomfortably, while a few grimaced. “Man, you know how people around here look at charity,” Will said. “I think you ought to just donate money to a charity that already exists if you feel like you should be doing more.”

Jake shook his head. “I don’t mean money alone. I mean attention-raising.”

“Oh, come on,” Dieter said grimly. “We all know the drug trade around here is the real problem. There’s so few Arbites and Praetors that can do anything about it, that nothing gets done at all. The Enforcers are basically useless for fighting that kind of organized crime.”

“So more cops, or better cops?” Jake asked.

“Both. Either,” Dieter said. “Do you really not remember how bad it was?” he asked coldly.

Jake shrugged uncomfortably. “I do, but things change. When I left, most of the dealers around my apartment were small fish.”

“Well, things do change, all right,” Dieter said. “But let’s be realistic here. How much are you talking about donating to something, here?”

Jake cleared his throat self-consciously. “Uh, not much actual money, truth be told. We don’t exactly get paid. I meant more like doing commercials and fundraisers.”

“What do you mean you don’t get paid?” Dieter asked.

“I mean that the position of Bond Prince of Nocturne doesn’t have a salary,” Jake said. “We have a tiny stipend from the Royal Family, but we live off of investment dividends.”

"Bond Prince?” Dieter demanded. “Are you serious?”

“That’s my title on Nocturne, yeah,” Jake said. “On Terra, though, I’m just Jake. No title here. I’m still me.” He coughed again. “For what it’s worth. Anyway, I came to you guys because I trust you, and because if I asked my parents, I doubt I’d get a straight answer. I’m not on the best of terms with my father these days.”

“If you want my honest opinion, get the Emperor to re-instate the Penal Legions,” Abram said. “I mean, they were a ready-made solution to the drug trade. The Arbites could just pack up gangs of drug dealers wholesale and ship them off to die. Perfect.”

Jake snorted. “I agree. Unfortunately, they were pretty much an ethical black mark, so he decided to stop creating them shortly after the Crusade ended. I don’t have the sway to get him to change his mind. I’ll bring it up next time I see him, though.”

“Wait, you really get to talk to him?” Abram asked.

“He’s my wife’s grandfather, I see him all the time when I’m here,” Jake said. “Not in a formal context, you understand. Just…you know, family get-togethers.” He picked his empty plate up. “All right, thanks for the advice. I’ll think it over before I go back to my contact at the Foundation.”

“So who is this contact, anyway?” Will asked. “You said he was one of the founders.”

“Yes, he is,” Jake said. “I mean, we’re not exactly friends, but he’s one of Venus’ relatives, so we get along pretty well.”

“Well, man, I don’t know how you do it,” Will said. “Rubbing shoulders with the Primarchs and whatever.”

Jake shrugged. “If I’m being perfectly honest, some of them scare the shit out of me, even now,” he said. “Curze and Mortarion and Angron terrify me. And I know Fulgrim and Perturabo think the Royal daughters have no business getting married to mortal men, even if Fulgrim would never say it aloud.”

“No offense, man, but Vulkan is scary as hell, too,” Will said. “Do his eyes really look like that?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah. So do Venus’. And N’bel’s, and Carmine’s,” Jake said. “N’bel and Carmine are my sons. N’bel was Vulkan’s father’s name, Carmine was my father’s father’s name.” He set the plates back in the basket and sat back down. “Okay. Thanks for the advice, guys. Let’s play poker,” he said, picking the deck up.

“You have children?” Dieter asked.

“Yeah. Two boys, twelve and a few days short of seven.” Jake grinned wistfully as it struck him that his eldest was as old now as he had been when he met his wife. “Time flies.”

“Wait, twelve? Damn, you got off to a quick start,” Will observed.

“We got married before we finished college,” Jake said. He dealt the cards out. “All right. Who’s in?”

Several hours later, the game broke up. As Jake collected his things and prepared to go, his vox buzzed. He pulled it loose and answered it. “Hello?”

“My Prince, are you ready to head out?” Jake’s bodyguard asked.

“I am, but I think I want to take the trams, not the car,” Jake decided.

The line was silent. “Are you certain, sir?” the bodyguard asked.

“I am. I used to live here. I’m safe,” Jake said. “And I want to drop in on my parents.”

“Very well,” the guard said, already thinking over the new security routes he would have to take.

Jake finished the call and slid the vox back into his pocket. He picked up the basket and walked over to the door. “Hey, Dieter, thanks for having me over, man,” he said.

Dieter nodded, feeling unexpectedly hesitant. “Good to see you, too, Jake. Sorry if I was being an ass, before.”

Jake blinked. “I didn’t get that vibe. I was more worried that I would sound like a spoiled asshole, actually.”

Dieter managed a tired laugh. “We surprised each other, then, I guess.”

“Tell you what,” Jake said, hefting the basket. “Next time I’m on Terra, you guys can play at my place. I miss you guys a lot when I’m not on Terra. I shouldn’t forget where I came from.”

“Really? You think about us when you’re off in space or whatever?” Will asked from the table.

“Absolutely! You guys were my best friends when I was in public around here,” Jake said. “Nobody on Nocturne plays cards like you guys, either. Buncha pussies when the chips hit the table,” he joked. “You guys would make a mint on Carshim or any other casino planet.”

“You really think so?” Abram asked.

“Absolutely.” Jake smiled and backed out. “All right. So long, guys.”

Outside, he slid his sunglasses on over his eyes and carried the basket over to the car. The security codes on his keyfob told him nobody had approached the vehicle, so he opened the door and put the basket on the front seat. He tapped the ‘Return’ key on the fob and it lifted to soar off to the house that he and Venus shared on Terra. Jake himself turned and hiked up the collar of his jacket a bit, then slid his hands into its front pockets and walked towards the public trams. The miniaturized digital needler in his pocket clinked against his fingernail as he did so, and he slid it on. No point in being incautious. He had considered bringing the tiny laspistol he had made for himself, too, but decided against it.

As he walked away from the apartments and entered the huge lift tubes that raised him to the first major public tram terminal, he thought over what his friends had said. More policing of the drug trade. Would that make enough of a difference? There was little drug trade on Nocturne since the world was almost entirely deserts or acid oceans, and all chemical imports were controlled down to the ounce. But Terra…Terra had a drug trade as old as the species. What could he do about it?

He exited the lift and walked over to the nearest guidepost. The trams were a brief walk from the lift, and Jake walked over, making sure not to pay too much attention to anyone else.

The streets of Nocturnean cities were much safer, he thought to himself, despite everything. People weren’t afraid of eye contact on Nocturne. The Astartes walked the streets and helped the people. Still, this was where he was born. If he didn’t take the lessons he’d learned on Nocturne to the streets of Terra, what right did he have to call himself Vulkan’s son-in-law?

He craned his head up to look at the armored and reinforced ceiling, high above. The artificial lights had been carefully designed not to harm the eyes of the viewers, but they weren’t a real sun. There was no cloud cover. It didn’t feel natural, even after growing up under it.

Jake sighed to himself and walked on to the tram station, his mind turning over his thoughts as he went.

Aboard the tram, Jake leaned back in a corner seat, musing. If he offered his support to the Arbites directly, it would be a waste of time. After all, the Arbites weren’t the problem. And the more he thought about it, the Enforcers couldn’t really do much more than they already were either. The problem was the Praetors. It was their job to enforce Cube and Spire-level law, where the Arbites enforced Imperial law and the Enforcers covered the normal Habitation and per-level rules. The Praetors had to be able to track them better than the Enforcers could, and the Arbites didn’t much care about simple drug trafficking in most cases, since it was legal on some worlds and not others. Terra, after all, had to be held to the same standards as any other Imperial world in the enforcement of the Book of Judgment.

He shook his head. All he could do was put words in the right ears, really. Beyond that, it was up to individual Terrans.

Speaking of individual Terrans, he thought. The number of people on the car was increasing considerably. Each stop added passengers. Even as he looked, several dozen more people stepped onto the car. As the tram car pulled away from the station, the various people found seats. One young man, not a day older than ten, sat on the seat beside him, glancing enviously at Jake’s expensive clothes and rings. Another boy, this one with a more furtive look about him, sat next to the other boy on the far side and glanced nervously around the car. After they were underway, he leaned over to the first boy and whispered something. Jake looked away at the lights flashing by the windows, but his enhanced hearing picked up every word.

“Dude, that’s totally him!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” the first boy asked.

“The guy at the front! He’s packing a Lawmaker! It’s an Arbitrator! We’re fucked!” the second boy whispered. He was clearly on the verge of panic.

“Stay calm,” the first one said under his breath. “We’ll just get off on the next stop.”

Jake grimaced. Thieves. Not even ten, and they were thieves. Disgusting. Even at his worst, he had never sunk that low. Or was he passing judgment too quickly? Were they just afraid of the police? He remembered people like that when he lived here.

Whatever. It wasn’t his business. Jake turned back to see the car had filled almost completely by now. He rose to feet to allow someone pushing a wheelchair to pass him, and as he did, his vox fell from his pocket. Jake’s hand fell to the seat where it landed, muttering a curse.

The screen lit as his fingers brushed a button, though it didn’t unlock. It popped up his contact list as it landed. Jake, stuck upright until he could sit and grab the vox, noted the boy next to him staring at it. How rude. Didn’t he have a sense of privacy?

As the wheelchair passed, Jake sat down and snatched the errant electronics up, sliding the vox back into his pocket. The boy glanced at him as he did, his fear melting away into suspicion.

“Excuse me,” the kid said. His voice was suddenly very young indeed. “Are you a member of the Ordo Investigatorum?”

Jake stared. “…What?” he asked.

“I mean…that’s an off-world vox, and you have a needler,” the boy said, his voice trailing off.

Jake glanced at his finger. “How did you know this was a needler?” he asked, surprised that the boy even knew what it was.

“I’ve seen holos,” the kid said. “Wow. So you are?”

“First off, if I were, do you think I would tell you?” Jake asked, annoyed. “Second, do you make a habit of talking to strangers on trams?”

“But we didn’t do anything!” the second boy spoke up. His voice was reedy with fear. “Please, you have to help us, sir! The Arbites want to get us!”

“For asking questions, or because you actually broke the law?” Jake said.

“I…I-I don’t know!” the first kid lied, his face paling.

Jake sighed heavily. “Don’t lie to me.”

The second kid bit back a sob. That, at least, sounded real. Jake looked over to see a series of tiny cuts along the child’s hands. Not injection marks or calluses, though. They reminded Jake of his wife’s hands after she spent a meditative session in the forges. They were cuts from gripping tools too tightly, and skin drying quickly. “Kid, what happened to your hand?” Jake asked, a horrible suspicion setting in.

“Nothing, sir,” the kid managed, fear and nerves undermining his voice. Jake’s heart ached. He was only a few years away from his own sons, damn it.

“Kid, please,” he said, trying to channel his father-in-law’s voice and presence. “Your hands bear the marks of a powder cutter.”

The kid flinched and hid his hands. “It’s just for now,” he said, perhaps realizing that confessing something like that to a member of the Ordo was potentially dangerous.

So the kids were members of a drug dealer’s gang, and were fleeing its downfall. Jake gritted his teeth, but kept up his façade. “All right, boys,” he said softly. “Here’s what we’re going to do. When the train stops, I’m going to call for a pickup by the Treasury. I’m going to drop you off with them. Once you’re with them, you’ll be safe. Just tell the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Do you understand?”

The boys exchanged frantic looks, but neither said anything. As the car slowed, Jake lifted his vox and hit the Treasury page button. In an instant, the speaker chirped.

“Lord?” his bodyguard’s voice asked.

“I have two children here in need of protective pickup at…station 175, deck 19, same Cube as before,” Jake said into the vox. “They’re going to tell a bit of a tale.”

“Sir?” his bodyguard asked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Please just arrange a pickup,” Jake said. “I’ll be off shortly.”

Jake hung up and pocketed the vox. He rose and gestured for the door as the tram slid to a halt. Both boys obligingly trooped out as Jake followed them, watching the station for any sign of the Treasury vehicles. He held up a hand for stillness as a man who followed them off the tram walked up quickly behind them.

“Step away from the children immediately,” the man said curtly. His hand was fingering a poorly-concealed pistol in his coat pocket as he said it. Jake eyed him. The boys’ assessments seemed accurate. A plainclothes Arbitrator or Praetor, for sure.

“Very well, Judge, but I’ve already arranged for a pickup,” Jake said, keeping his hands still. The boys looked frightened enough to bolt, but didn’t move. “Keep your hands visible and don’t move,” the Judge said, gesturing at Jake’s ring. “Take the needler off and place it on the floor, now.”

Jake sighed and did so. The Judge took a step forward to collect it when a group of seven men in the distinctive beehive uniforms of the Treasury’s special protective service. The Treasury agents marched straight up to where Jake was standing, taking in the strange tableau as the other passengers and pedestrians stared. “Your Highness,” one of the black-masked Treasury operatives said without preamble. “You ordered a pickup?”

“These kids here could use some help,” Jake said, gesturing at the two boys. “Or do you have something to add, Judge?” he asked, glancing at the Judge over the rims of his sunglasses.

The Judge blinked, but apparently recognized the mark of the Salamanders in Jake’s eyes. “Negative, sir. I apologize,” he started.

“Oh hush, you didn’t do a damn thing wrong,” Jake said. “Now. Gentlemen, let’s went,” he said, scooping up his ring as he walked by it.

That evening, Jake was sitting in the tiny waiting room of the Arbites Courthouse nearest the site of the arrest when Venus stormed in. She sighted her errant husband in the corner of the room, reading a magazine. “Jake! What the hell happened out there?” she demanded.

Jake stood. “Hello.”

“The car comes back empty, Blake tells me you go off for a stroll, and then you get two small children ARRESTED?” she fumed. “What the hell party did you attend, exactly?”

Jake fought back a laugh. Venus’ eyes turned even brighter. “Okay, long story short is that when I took the tram home, I realized that the two kids next to me had cuts on their hands from cutting powder in a drug lab,” Jake explained. Venus stared, her ire fading to astonishment. “I called a Treasury pickup, and here we are.”

“You called in the Treasury instead of the Arbites…why?” Venus asked, walking up to him. The room was empty save them at this hour.

Jake sat back down. “The children were afraid of the Arbites. I thought they might be more talkative with the Treasury. That, and I could page the Treasury faster.”

Venus groaned. “Jake, baby, I love you but you’re denser than ceramite. You could have gotten robbed or shot or something!”

“By those kids? They were so scared they could barely move,” Jake said. “I grew up down here, Venus, I can look after myself.”

Venus rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers and sat beside him. “All right. Sure. Ugh.” She glared at him, her eyes fading to their normal, healthy glow. “Are you okay, though?”

“I’m fine, baby, don’t worry,” Jake said. “Where are the larvae?”

“Back home, worried sick,” Venus said.

Jake sighed. “I’ll apologize for spooking them when we get home.”

“No, you won’t, they’ll be in bed by then,” Venus said in exasperation. “Let’s just get you home, all right?”

Jake sat at his son N’bel’s bedside later that night and tried not to look too tired. “Hey, son, you should be asleep,” he said quietly.

“I was scared!” N’bel said indignantly, pique laced through his twelve-year-old voice. “You were off getting arrested or something!”

The hiver grinned and sat back in his seat. “Well, I wasn’t trying to scare you. I just took a detour on my home from my friend’s place.”

“But you’re okay, right?” N’bel demanded.

“Right as rain, N’bel, fear not.” Jake stood. “Now. I’m going to go tuck your brother in. I’ll see you later, all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, all right,” N’bel grumbled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dad.”

“Good night.” Jake hesitated before closing the door. N’bel glanced at him from the bed.

“Dad?”

“Sorry. Just…hang on,” Jake said. He crossed the space to the bed and leaned over to give his son a quick hug. “Don’t you ever get mixed up with those drug pushers, you hear me?” he murmured. “I love you too much for that.”

“Dad, come on,” N’bel muttered.

Jake sighed into his son’s wavy black hair. “Sorry. You sleep tight. We’re going over to Grandma Sandra’s place tomorrow, all right?”

“Yeah, all right,” N’bel said. Jake straightened back up.

“Good night,” he said, and this time he closed the door behind him.

Carmine was already fast asleep next door, so Jake contented himself with a peck on the boy’s cheek and a whispered ‘goodnight.’ Leaving the room, he walked up the steps to the building’s top floor, where he joined his wife on the balcony of their master suite. Venus was already in her bathrobe, trusting in the building’s holoscreen to protect their privacy. Jake walked up behind her and slid his arms on either side of her to rest over her own hands on the wrought iron railing. “Hello,” he said softly.

“Hi there,” she said flatly.

Jake sighed into the downy fabric of her robe’s collar. “I’m sorry if I worried you, love,” he said in Nocturnean.

“I was confused and damn it, why did you scare me like that?” Venus replied in the same tongue. “My Prince, your life is too high a price to pay for adventuring!”

“Venus, I just wanted to time to think,” Jake said honestly. He kissed the back of her head and breathed in the scent of her shampoo and perfume. “I was distracted. Upset. I wanted to walk through streets I used to call mine.”

“I know, Jake, that’s not what worried me,” Venus sighed. She pushed his arms away and turned around, looking up into his eyes. Jake was taken aback at the sadness he saw. “Please, tell me what happened!”

Jake nodded. “Well, the party was pretty much what I expected,” he said in Gothic. He wasn’t quite fluent in Nocturnean. “I learned a lot, some of the guys had interesting ideas.”

“All right…how were they?” Venus asked, putting her patience to work. Jake was obviously just marshaling his thoughts. Her father acted the same way at times.

“Well…for where they live in the hive, pretty well, but…” Jake trailed off. “Shit. They deserve better.” He sighed, thinking over the tiny apartment and reprocessed people and feces they had had for dinner. “They liked the pie, though,” he added as an afterthought.

Venus snorted. “Good. What were their suggestions?”

Jake sat on the little bench in the corner of the porch and thought back. Venus sat beside him, adjusting her robe as she did. “Hmm. The principle suggestion was that the Arbites crack down harder on day-to-day drug trading. And…shit, what I saw on the tram, I think they’re right.” Jake grimaced bitterly. “Ten. They were ten years old, and for pennies a day, they were cutting drugs in some lab. I know those cuts. Kids came to school with those cuts,” he said, remembering back to middle school. “The kids with the shiny new voxes and bags under their eyes.” He turned a pained glance on Venus. “N’bel is only two years older than them, and they were so terrified of the Arbites that they preferred me turning them in. They thought I was an Ordo spook.”

“Are you serious?” Venus asked in astonishment.

Jake held up his hand. “They saw the needler.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Venus groaned.

“So you can see the confusion,” Jake continued with half a grin. The balcony lit up a bit as a passing car’s headlights made it through the holoscreen, which Venus had set to two-way. Venus ground her palms into her eyes.

“Okay, so, you turned them in, long story short, here we are?” she finished for him.

“Essentially.” Jake nodded. “Well. The kids are at least safe now.”

“Kids.” Venus shook her head. “Unbelievable. What kind of deplorable…ugh.”

“Mommy?”

Both adults looked over to the door of the porch. Carmine was clinging blearily to the doorframe, wiping his eyes. His soft pajama pants glowed in his mother’s stare. “What are you doing out here? Is Dad home?”

“I’m right here,” Jake said, standing up and walking over to his son. He knelt and wrapped the little boy in a hug. “Hey, sorry if I kept you up. You were asleep when I got home!”

“I heard someone walking in the hall,” Carmine muttered tiredly.

“Well, let’s get you back in bed, alright?” Jake asked. “I can tell you what happened in the morning.”

“M’kay,” Carmine said, allowing his father to turn him around and guide him down the hall to the stairwell. Venus stayed behind, sitting on the bench where she had been, her mind wandering. Did Jake have a point? Was the incredibly low crime rate of Startseite blinding her to the problems of other Terrans? She wasn’t going to pretend that the state of hivers was the fault of anyone other than hivers, but still…

Below, Jake watched as his son climbed into bed. Carmine yawned and snuggled down under the covers. “Can I ask you something before you go, Dad?” Carmine asked. The incredibly bright lights of his eyes – the brightest Jake had ever seen save those of Vulkan himself – dimmed as the boy started to drift back to sleep.

“Sure, son, what’s up?” Jake asked, sitting at his son’s bedside.

“Why do you want N’bel and me to go to school here?” Carmine asked.

“I want N’bel to go to high school here, and I can hardly leave you behind,” Jake pointed out. “And N’bel wants to go to school here too. You don’t have to,” he said.

“I want to go home for school,” Carmine said.

“Well, you can.” Jake stood. “Tell you what. Your new school starts in a few weeks. Why don’t you try that out for a while? I think you’ll be pretty popular.”

“Why?”

“Because you like new things,” Jake said. “And you’re really smart.”

“I guess,” Carmine said tiredly.

Jake snorted. “Good night, Carmine. See you tomorrow morning.”

Upstairs, Venus lounged on the balcony bench, idly running her hands together. The thick web of scars and wear marks on her hands were the product of thousands of hours in the forges, not fighting or drug use, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized what Jake must have seen, and why it had him so emotional. She wondered what she would have done in his place.

“Sweetheart? Carmine’s in bed now,” Jake said from the door.

Venus sat up, then rose, snugging her robe. “Good. Was he okay?”

“Just night sounds keeping him up,” Jake said. He walked into the bedroom and started undressing. “I really do apologize if I scared you,” he said around a mouthful of shirt.

“I’m just glad it all worked out,” Venus said. She slid her robe off and hung it on the peg. She paused before climbing into the bed. “Have you figured out why you wanted to do all this?” she asked.

Jake pulled sleeping clothes on slowly, thinking the question over. “I think I have, yeah.”

“And have you decided what you’re going to do?”

He lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as Venus doused the lights. “I’m getting there. Safer schools would help, but…I dunno. I feel like…like I’m letting them down, you know? My old family.”

“You’re seeing my parents and yours tomorrow,” Venus pointed out. “Ask them.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should,” Jake said. He reached out his hand in the darkness and caressed Venus’ flat stomach, eliciting a giggle at the tickling feeling. “Do you think we keep the boys safe?” Jake asked softly, the terror in the eyes of the boys on the tram coming back to him. “I feel like I can barely even tell what they’re thinking sometimes.”

“You think I can?” Venus asked drily. “They’re boys. They feel like aliens to me half the time.” She squeezed his hand. “I think we’re doing okay so far.”

“Me too,” Jake said, and he let her warmth lull him to rest.

Venus squeezed Carmine’s shoulder as he exited the car outside the Seager family home. “Don’t stare, Carmine,” she said softly. Her son was eyeballing a few pedestrians, who were clearly taken aback by what probably looked, for all intents and purposes, like a mutant pack exiting a car with the Imperial Aquila on it. Carmine shot them a parting glare and looked up at the small apartment that the Seagers shared, the same one Jake had purchased for them several years before. The structure was decorated in fashionable low-key Gothic style, with no windows at all, but a large aircar pad right outside the door. N’bel ran ahead of the others and eagerly knocked on the door.

His mother Sandra opened the door and beamed at her grandson. N’bel, smartly clad in a neat Terran formal shirt, smiled up at her from the stoop. “Grandma Sandra!” he exclaimed.

“Hello, N’bel,” Sandra said, hugging him as he entered. “Goodness, you’re a foot taller than you were when I saw you last!”

“You think so?” N’bel asked. Lights flashed across the front of the apartment as the neverending streams of traffic raced by on the elevated roadways and in the air.

“I do!” Sandra said. She leaned over to hug Carmine as he raced up to her. “Carmine! How are you?” she asked. George walked up behind them, grinning at his enthusiastic grandsons.

“I’m okay, Grandma,” Carmine said. He hugged George in turn as N’bel made for the bathroom after the nearly hour-long flight to the apartment. “I’m a little nervous about school starting. I don’t people to make fun of my accent or anything here,” he said.

“Oh, honey, trust me, nobody will do that,” Sandra said. “Nobody important anyway.”

Jake shook his father’s hand and hugged his mother as his sons found seats in the main room. “Mom, Dad, good to see you again,” Jake said. He hadn’t aged a day in fourteen years, where his parents most certainly had, but the better accommodations of the home he had bought for them had afforded them a higher standard of living, and both were still spritely.

“Hello, Jake,” George said. “Venus, you look radiant,” he added, hugging his daughter-in-law. His rumpled short-sleeve work shirt was kept fastidiously clean, and had the name ‘Seager Metalworking and Rapair’ emblazoned on the breast pocket. “How was the flight?”

“Slow. We got pulled over once, if you can believe that,” Venus said.

Sandra stared. “Someone actually pulled over a vehicle with the Imperial flags on it?” she asked.

“No, not like a traffic stop or anything, just a snarl in the autopilot,” Venus said. She looked around the apartment, searching for the time. “Oh, it’s only noon. Good.”

“Yes, it’s early.” Sandra and George sat down, and Carmine immediately crawled into his grandfather’s lap. “Oof. Hey, kiddo,” George said, grinning at his grandson. Carmine hurriedly slid his shades on to keep from blinding his grandfather.

After a while recounting the past year and a half of separation, the boys stayed in the main room to play games on the holo while the adults took to the little kitchenette. The Seagers listened as Jake recounted his adventure with law enforcement the day before. “So, apparently I’m an Ordo spook, too,” he finished. “That was a new one.”

His mother stared at him, pained. “Jake, sweetheart, I know you want to make a difference,” she began. The brown-haired office worker had had her own problems with drug pushers working near their own home before Jake had moved them out entirely. “But Dieter was right. The problems are with the Arbites and simple human nature,” she said. “You can’t fix that.”

Jake sighed heavily, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I suppose. I still feel that I could at least help the Arbites out a bit.”

“How? Funding? Training?” Sandra asked. “If you only help out one hab, people will call favoritism.”

Her son nodded glumly. “I guess you’re right.”

“Anyway, we’re just glad you’re okay,” George said. His voice was momentarily drowned out by a whoop of pure pride from the other room as Carmine managed to run his brother over in an aptly-named Salamander in the game they were playing. “Are you going to be staying in town while N'bel is at Imperator?” he asked, changing the subject. “It’s a long drive from Cordoma.”

“Actually no,” Venus said. “If you take the skylanes it’s only twenty minutes per trip. The boys will just get the car. I’ll drive them to school and then go to the Palace to work, rather than working from home.”

“And what will you be doing all day?” Misja asked Jake. He shrugged.

“Well, I have work to do too. I’ll either go with the boys or work from home,” he said. He placed both hands on the table and looked closely at his parents. Any revulsion they still felt towards his new appearance was more or less gone, by now. “I want to make something clear, though, as long as we’re still here,” he said. “Is it alright if the boys stop off here every so often if we can’t pick them up?”

“Absolutely!” Sandra said. “Are you sure they wouldn’t want to stay at Vulkan’s and Misja’s house, though? It’s much closer,” she noted.

“It is, but they want to see you two just as much,” Venus pointed out.

“Hey, Dad, can you help us with this?” N’bel called from the other room. Jake wandered in to help the co-opping brothers through a particularly tough level as the Seagers and Venus continued their discussion.

“We’ve made it very clear to the boys that you’re as much a part of the family as my parents are, even given their…traits,” Venus said, waving at her eyes. “Really. And I promise they’ll thank you for having them. They go years without seeing their grandparents when we’re on Nocturne.”

“Well, we always like it when they stop by,” Sandra said. “They’re welcome any time.”

Jake Can Come Off As Strange

Lisa looked out the front door of her boyfriend’s house in dismay. The darkness was total; even the lights of the city were invisible. Driving sheets of rain were tearing across the sky, so strong that the branches of trees were whipping around.

She sighed to herself. “I just had to walk over. Three blocks…damn.” She raised a hand to block the wind and stepped forward.

“Where are you going at three in the morning?” a voice asked from behind her.

She jerked around, her heart rate spiking. Prince Jacob was leaning against the frame of the antechamber’s door, staring at her a bit blearily. “In this weather, too,” he said.

Lisa stammered. “J-just walking home, your Majesty.”

Jake shook his head. “Don’t be absurd, that weather could kill you. Terran rain can turn acidic from the water coming off the hive skins. Just stay here tonight,” he said, straightening up.

The blonde teenager nervously shook her head. “Thank you, your Majesty, but I couldn’t trouble you to set up a guest room at this time of night,” Lisa said.

“Who said anything about a guest bed?” Jake yawned.

Lisa’s jaw dropped. She stared, shocked. “W-what?”

Jake yawned again as he walked away. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

Upstairs, N’bel, Jake’s older son, crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling, completely at peace with life. She had been a bit nervous, and he couldn’t blame her, but Lisa had returned his affections. They had made love for the first time, and it had been everything he had hoped for.

Abruptly, his door swung open, shaking him out of his post-coital reverie. Lisa staggered in, looking exhausted. N’bel sat up.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked. Hadn’t she been about to go home?

“Kill me now,” she groaned, sinking facefirst onto the mattress. “Go get that ceremonial knife off the wall over there and ram it straight into my heart,” she said into the covers.

“What the hell are you on about?” N’bel asked. “Are you all right?”

“Your dad stopped me from leaving and said I should just stay the night,” Lisa mumbled. “Ffffffuuuuck…”

N’bel’s brilliantly glowing eyes widened. “What?”

“And…when I said he shouldn’t bother to set up a guest bed, he said ‘I didn’t mention a guest bed,’” she finished, gripping her head.

N’bel sank back into the pillow, staring blankly. “…Shit.” His mind raced, trying to think of a way out of their predicament, and couldn’t find one. “Well…I guess we’ll just have to see how this goes,” he said, pulling the sheets back for her.

The next morning, Lisa crept down the stairs of the house, wondering if she could get away clean.

Not to be, it seemed. Jake poked his head out of the kitchen as she walked by on tiptoes. “Good morning,” he said. “Have you had breakfast?” he asked.

Lisa nearly jumped out of her skin. “Uh, uh…your, uh…your Majesty, I’m fine, thanks,” she said, inching towards the door.

“Not what I asked,” Jake said mildly. “Come on in.”

She couldn’t see a way out of her impending doom, no matter how hard she tried, so with the airs and dignity of a condemned prisoner, she trooped into the kitchen, where Jake was already making a few omelets. Clearly he had been waiting for her to make her escape.

She sat at the counter, nervously glancing around. “Is…is Princess Venus here too?” she asked, just to delay her demise.

“She had to leave early. She says hi,” Jake said, flipping one sizzling circle of mixed egg.

Lisa looked down at her plate. “…I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

Jake looked up at her from the food. “For what?”

“For…I mean…under your roof, and…” Lisa trailed off, flushing red. “Sorry.”

Jake shook his head. “You did nothing to be ashamed of. Do you know what N’bel is like when you’re not around?” he asked. He snorted. “Stupid question. Never mind. I’ll help: distracted, at best.” He smiled slyly as she looked up in surprise. “I think he really loves you, Lisa.” He raised his voice. “And he’s really bad at staying quiet!”

N’bel appeared at the door, eyes drawn and dimmed. “Uh, morning, Dad,” he said. “You, uh…heard me come down the stairs, did you?”

“Clear as a rifle report,” Jake said. “Sit down. Eat.”

N’bel slid into the seat beside his girlfriend, looking up at his father behind the counter. “So…you’re not gonna kill us, right?” he asked, to make sure. Jake waved one hand. “Why would I do that? I remember being your age,” he said.

N’bel stared. “…What?”

“What? You’re both responsible kids,” Jake said, dropping a few slices of cheese into the cooking eggs. “I’m glad you two are happy.”

Lisa flushed bright red. “And…you’re not mad? At all?”

“Lisa, I actually like you,” Jake said drily. “My son’s in good hands.”

Lisa managed to blush even brighter, staring down at the empty plate in front of her. “…Thanks, your Majesty.”

“That’s gonna have to stop, though,” Jake said.

“We won’t do it again,” she said sadly.

“What? No, I mean calling me ‘your Majesty’ in my own house like that,” Jake said. “Look at me, I’m in a bathrobe, cooking eggs. Nothing Majestic here,” he said. He pushed the eggs out of the pan and onto her plate. “Here.”

“Uh, thanks,” she said. “I’m sorry if we…you know, bothered you last night.”

Jake chuckled. “You didn’t. I just wish N’bel had thought to close his door,” he said with mock weariness.

N’bel’s eyes flickered in sudden nerves. “Wait, you…oh fuck, you didn’t…”

“Yeah, I didn’t really want a play-by-play,” Jake said.

N’bel’s head sank into his hands. “Ugh…” he mumbled.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Jake said, putting his hands up. “Seriously. I’m happy for you two.”

“Am I missing something?” N’bel said, looking up through his fingers. “I expected you to flip a shit, here.”

“Why?” Jake asked reasonably, starting his own breakfast. “You think I wouldn’t remember when I was sixteen? Shit, I wish my dad had taken it as well,” he said. “First thing I did when I came home the next morning was yell at me.”

N’bel stared. “Grandpa George yelled at you?”

“Sure did. And then, he did it after my first night with my second girlfriend too,” Jake said. “He was just overprotective, though, I don’t blame him.” He smiled at his son’s look of total astonishment. “After you’re done, go do me a favor, though, huh? I heard something land on the roof in the storm. Go make sure whatever it was didn’t puncture the seal, all right?”

“Uh, yeah…sure,” N’bel said, digging into his eggs.

After he finished and made his escape, Lisa sat in her own seat, her food all but untouched. Jake looked at her over the counter, gauging her nervousness. “Lisa, are you all right?”

“Yes, sir,” she muttered.

Jake sighed. “Lisa, come on. Why are you so embarrassed? Did he hurt you or something?”

Her head shot up. “No! No, he didn’t…I mean, I’m just…you’re his dad!” Lisa said.

“Yes, I am.” Jake looked over at her, trying not to intimidate her with his eyes. “Listen, sweetheart, you make my son very happy. As far as I’m concerned, this is a good thing. All right? Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I just…I didn’t even ask to come over, he just said we should come over after the party, and then…” she mumbled.

“Is that it? Lisa, my son’s never happier than he is when you’re around,” Jake said gently. “What kind of father would I be if I didn’t want that? My door is always open to you.”

She looked downward, flushing again. “Great.”

He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Frankly, I was wondering what took you two so long. N’bel’s been proclaiming his undying love for you with a downright adorable level of eagerness for weeks,” he said drily.

Lisa glanced up, surprised. “Really?”

“He’s such a romantic,” Jake laughed. He looked into her eyes, all mock sternness. “You don’t go breaking his heart, now, all right?”

“I won’t,” she promised.

“Good.” He smiled. “You want a ride home?” he asked.

“No, I should just walk,” Lisa said. She looked down at her untouched food. “Um, can I finish first?”

“Sure thing,” Jake said, sliding his own dishes into the dishwasher. “And please, for his sake, don’t hold my weirdness against him, all right? I’d never forgive myself.”

She bit her lip to hold back a giggle. “Sure thing, sir.”

“Superb. See you around,” he said, walking out of the kitchen.

N’bel was walking in the door as Jake reached it. “There’s nothing on the roof at all,” he accused.

“Wow, you saw through my transparent attempt at causing a diversion,” Jake deadpanned.

“What did you talk about?” his son demanded.

Jake put his hands up. “Easy, son, I don’t deserve that tone,” he said.

N’bel fumed. Jake nearly laughed at his son’s simmering frustration. “All right. You kids have fun. I need to descend into the cave to continue my labors,” he sighed, walking down to his office in the basement.

N’bel glared at his father’s back until he was out of sight. “Asshole,” he muttered.

Lisa picked at her eggs as N’bel sat down beside her. “I thought he was gonna be mad,” Lisa said, her nerves settling down.

N’bel sighed. “Me too.”

“You think he was being an asshole?” Lisa asked.

“A little,” he admitted.

Lisa managed a smile as she ate. “I think your Dad’s pretty cool, actually. He was really nice. Said I was always welcome here.”

“He did, didn’t he,” N’bel muttered. He looked over at his girlfriend. “Are you going to be all right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” Lisa said. “Well…I think my own parents are gonna be mad, though.”

“They’ll have to get over it,” N’bel said. “That was way too much fun not to try again.”

Lisa smiled at him sidelong. “It was.”

“Well, it’s a Saturday on a three-day weekend,” N’bel said casually. “We have all day, if you want to go again.”

She giggled. “Perhaps…but I need to be getting home.”

“All right.” N’bel waited until she was done eating and stood up before rising as well. “Hey…Lisa,” he said. When she looked over to him, he slid his arms around her waist and chest, pulling her into a relaxed hug, and resting his head on her shoulder. “Thanks, baby. I love you,” he said softly.

“You too, N’bel,” she said, hugging him back. “I’ll see you at school.”

After she had started off to her house, N’bel walked down to where is father was working in his corner of the basement studios. “Hey, Dad, why did you do that?” he asked as soon as he was in range.

Jake looked over his shoulder. “What?”

“Why did you confront her like that?” N’bel demanded. “You scared the shit out of her.”

Jake glared. “Watch it, N’bel.”

N’bel reined in his temper. “I mean…you scared her, Dad.”

“I didn’t mean to, but I also talked to her last night, and I didn’t want her to come away with the impression that I disapproved of your relationship,” Jake said. “I actually think she’s a nice girl. And, you know, she was the one who brought it up. All I did was ask if she wanted some breakfast.”

“Yeah, she is a nice girl, and can you kindly stay out of it when she’s over next?” N’bel asked coldly.

Jake rolled his eyes as he turned back around. “Of course. I just don’t think walking home through an acid storm is good for your health.”

“I mean…come on. That was supposed to be her quiet escape,” N’bel said.

“Yeah, and I don’t want her feeling that she has to ‘escape,’” Jake said. “She had no reason to hide what you did. That’s all I was trying to say. And again, all I did was offer her some food, she was the one who brought it up. What did she say when I was walking away?”

“She said she thought you were being cool,” N’bel admitted.

“Yeah, I heard that part,” Jake said. “Look,” he added over his shoulder. “I can be your friend about this, or your father about this. One wants to say he’s happy for you and hope you keep it up, and the other wants to know why you weren’t doing your homework instead, or whether she’s been tested.”

“She has, and can you not talk about this again?” N’bel asked.

“Absolutely. I don’t intend to,” Jake promised. “I would have been happy just making breakfast for her. You do understand that she was the one who-”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard. I think she was just a little scared of you and Mom, all right?” N’bel asked.

“Well, I don’t want her to be. And, hey, son,” Jake said. He looked over to where his son was standing. “She really is welcome here.”

“Thanks, Dad.” N’bel snorted, his anger fading away. “Does this mean you’ll start treating me like an adult now?” he asked jokingly.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say that, not once, for the rest of your life,” Jake said coolly.

N’bel blinked. “What?”

“Only the most extreme of assholes equate sex with adulthood,” Jake said. “The only people who say adulthood equals sex are people trying to pick on virgins. Does getting molested as a child make that child an adult? Does someone who goes off to join the Astartes before they’re old enough to have sex refer to themselves as a boy? No, they don’t. Manhood is something you get when you find yourself looking forward to a responsibility. I don’t care what it is,” he said, cutting his son off. “It’s something you earn. Marriage, fatherhood, invention, political appointment, military service, I don’t care. It’s when you find yourself with that responsibility and find yourself actually looking forward to it that you’ve become a real adult. Trust me. I knew guys in college who jumped from bed to bed like they were full of hot coals and graduated as irresponsible manchildren, and one of my best friends in high schools took an abstinence pledge as a child and lived a mature and responsible adult life from the minute he joined the Army. Loyalty and responsibility make you a man, not sticking your dick in something pretty.”

N’bel digested that. “So...you don’t think I’ve earned it?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter when I think you’ve earned it, because you find out for yourself,” Jake said. “I have no input on it. But I think you’re an intelligent and responsible sixteen year old, and I think you’ll acquit yourself well when the time comes, and it does me proud to see you in a loving relationship with a beautiful girl.”

N’bel nodded. “Okay.”

“One thing I want to be clear on, as long as I have your attention,” Jake said.

“What?”

“If I ever even suspect that you and Lisa, or anyone else, are sexting, I’m going to cut your throat,” Jake said matter-of-factly. “I mean it. I even see a hint of the Royal Dong on the net, and you are a dead man. And don’t go bragging to your younger brother, either.”

N’bel flinched. “I wouldn’t.”

“You better not.”

“I wouldn’t!” he insisted.

“Good.” Jake rose and walked over to where his son was standing. “All right. Are we cool?” he asked.

N’bel nodded. “Yeah, now that I know you weren’t just being a cock-block,” he said.

Jake snorted. “Try keeping up a relationship with a Primarch’s daughter in a hive hab block with half the Treasury breathing down your neck and then talk to me about cock-blocking,” he said.

N’bel shuddered. “Can we not talk about that? At all, ever?”

“Sure,” Jake said drily. “Now…go do your damned homework,” he said, returning to his desk.

Omegan Speaks

I listened to the twenty-year-old music and smiled. It was reassuring in a way I hadn’t expected. Nostalgia’s not one of my usual vices, after all. My sister paused behind me, waiting for me to move on. I blinked the distraction away and scooped a sandwich off the platter at the buffet and hurriedly moved on before I could hold up the line. The sounds of people talking all around me faded as the guy behind the counter – why couldn’t I remember his name? – thumped his hand on the rickety old minifridge that had the beer in it. “Omegan, good to see you,” he said. He extracted a bottle and glared at the ancient machine.

I smiled as his name came back. “Derek, right? Nice to see you again too,” I said, accepting a bottle. “How’s your twenty years been?”

“A bit rough,” he admitted, “but it’s been tolerable.”

“That’s good, I suppose,” I said. The lights at the front of the room brightened as someone finally found the switch. “What are you up to?” I asked, as I stepped aside to let Alpharia pass us.

“Working in the Palace as a file clerk, actually,” Derek said. “In the Estate.”

“That’s good,” I said, though I wouldn’t wish that job on anyone. “I’m working on one of the orbital plate stations as an administrator.”

Derek looked over at me, curious. “Really? Thought for sure you’d go into the intelligence business.”

“I’m happy working with people who aren’t just trying to impress me,” I said, earning a snort from my sister. That was about as much as I was comfortable saying. Alpharia’s connections with Imperial Intelligence aren’t publically known.

As I finished at the buffet, I let my eyes wander around the room. I admit, I was surprised. Where was the rest of the Family? I only saw about seven or eight of my cousins there. I had thought they’d all have made it. Cora was there, joking with her fiancé, and Lyra was in the corner, talking in low tones with a man and woman I didn’t recognize. Venus and Jake weren’t there, to my surprise, but Petra was, and I angled over to where she was sitting.

Petra looked up as I sat down. “Hello, Omegan,” she said. “How was your de-orbiting?”

“Every time I hear that, I hear ‘catastrophic, uncontrolled re-entry,’” I joked. “Fine, though. Surprised you came. Were you in town?”

“Yeah.” Petra sipped at her water and stared around the room. “I had a meeting in the Palace.” The two of us sat in silence and ate as the rest of the guests worked their way through the buffet line. “Will you be Earthside long?” Petra suddenly asked.

“Probably a week or two,” I said. I looked over at her to see her gazing contemplatively into her drink. “How come?”

“Just…wondering, really,” she said. “It’s been too long since we saw each other.”

“It has,” I affirmed. Up on Gondavana, I don’t see the other Royal Daughters much. Frankly, I like being on my own for now. Still, it never hurts to see the others, and Petra especially doesn’t get out much.

I shook my head at that thought. People used to say that about me. Before I got through therapy, I was barely even ambulatory if I was on my own for too long.

Boys With Toys

Carmine, second son of the Nocturnean Royal family, idly twirled a pair of metal shears around his fingers. The dark, hot room he was in smelled like scorching metal, and was filled with a very faint, but audible, buzzing sound.

The seventeen-year-old set the tool down on a rack and adjusted the apron he was wearing over his forging pants. He stared at the weapon coming together before him, his superhuman senses taking in every flaw and angle.

“It’s the barrel, I suspect, not the rails,” a voice behind him said.

“I know, Dad,” Carmine mumbled, focusing on his work.

The voice sighed. “Man…I thought I was done being mistaken for Dad.”

Carmine glanced over his shoulder. His older brother, N’bel, was leaning against a cold forge behind him, arms crossed.

“N’bel! When did you get back to Themis?” Carmine demanded, wiping his arms off with a rag.

“A few hours ago. I’ve just been shooting the shit with Dad,” N’bel said. Carmine pulled his apron backwards and awkwardly embraced his brother. “Fuck, you got tall,” N’bel remarked. His brother was nearly as tall as him, now.

“Psssh, you’re just tiny,” Carmine said. “How long you staying?”

“Eh, a few weeks at least. The situation on Terra’s getting static,” N’bel said. “How about yourself? How’s school?”

“Done in four weeks, and not a day too soon,” Carmine said. “This is so boring. Was Imperator boring?”

“Fuck no, the last few days were the hardest,” N’bel remembered. “They had us do a graduation project.”

“None of that, here on a civilized planet, rather than barbarian Terra,” Carmine said cheerfully. He righted his apron and returned to his labors.

“The hell you need a bolt pistol for?” N’bel asked.

The ebony-skinned young man shrugged. “Who said I needed it for anything? I just wanted to make it,” Carmine replied.

N’bel looked down at the metal chunks his brother was laboriously shaping. “You’re getting good, man,” he said.

“Thanks,” Carmine said proudly. “Think I’m as good as you yet?”

“No. Give it another few years, and you’ll match me,” N’bel said honestly. He clapped his brother on the shoulder. “Still thinking about enlisting?”

“No,” Carmine sighed. “Mom said it was a horrible idea. I kind of agree, frankly. Might go for officer’s school instead, if only for the PDF.”

“Mmm.” N’bel modestly shook his head. “Well…I couldn’t do it.”

“Sure you could,” Carmine said.

“Yeah, I could,” the twenty four-year-old said. “But I’d hate it.”

Carmine rolled his eyes. “You want to help?”

“You got it under control,” N’bel said, turning to go. “See you at dinner.”

“Yep. Welcome home, brother,” Carmine said, turning back to his creation.

Eternity: Beyond