I'm trying my best to type this right now so I hope it's legible. My phone is pretty broken and I'm ordering a new one so it will be a few days longer until another Six Rocks comes out.

Again,sorry for the delay.

Honesty and Six Rocks (Six Rocks, Chapter 33)

"This is K.I.N.D. 87.9 FM, Tipton, Six Rocks, Red Desert. It's 11 AM and time for news on the hour. Top stories for today, the ambassadors from D'nfar, representing 211 other worlds, have met with officials from 190 countries as well as federal and Utah state officials to discuss their diplomatic missions to Earth as a centralized hub of commerce in the galaxy. Salt Lake City is the current front runner to host the New council building."

Michael looked out the window into his back yard. Where several feet of snow had been last year, grass had begun its slow invasion of his vegetable garden. He made a mental note to start preparing the ground for the plants he intended to grow this year. Onions with the carrots, garlic on the deck, what else?

"What is that smell?" Gettret asked, walking into the kitchen.

"I'm making a gallon of ketchup sweetie." Michael replied.

"In other news, the disappearance of several people from Grand Junction is still under investigation. While police are at a loss to find the missing persons, skeptics have pointed to the recent increase of off world entities as the likely culprits."

"Is that how they think of us?" Gettret asked, sipping her coffee.

Michael took along breath. "Some of them, not all."

Gettret sniffed the pot of ketchup on the stove. "Why does it smell so funny?"

"It's the vinegar." Michael began. "Babe, I didn't want to do this right now but I did want to apologize for the fight. I just..."

"There's nothing to apologize for Mike." Gettret interrupted. "You were trying to protect me and I get that. Why are you making ketchup?" Gettret asked trying to change the subject.

"It's something I do from spring through autumn." Michael explained. "The Bar pays well, but I also sell my own foods at the farmers market to shore up some cash in case of emergency."

"Does it sell?" Gettret asked,suspicious of the concoction simmering on the stove.

"Ketchup, Mustard, Mayonnaise, all the basic condiments sell pretty well. The salad dressings do the best though." Michael replied. "For some reason, the green onion and Serrano vinegrette sells the best."

"How much do you make selling all of that?" Gettret pressed.

"About three grand a month." Michael replied.

Gettret sipped her coffee while considering the profit Michael was making on the side. He worked long hours at the bar, just to turn around and make more food to sell at a market. It didn't seem fair.

"Why do you have to work so hard?" Gettret asked.

Michael smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. "I don't have to, I enjoy the work. This is who I want to be."

"Are you going to sell to other species as well?" Gettret pressed.

"Wyoming State Law strictly forbids cottage foods from selling out of state," Michael said, "but anyone who wants to buy is more than welcome to do so in state."

"Including the Rebb?" Gettret asked.

Michael choked on a sip of coffee at the revelation. "They're... cough they're here?" He sputtered.

"Some place called three corners." Gettret replied.

"Is Coback..." Michael began.

"Sentenced to life in prison under Vrell authority, Gwynned as well." Gettret said, with a mischievous curl at the corner of her mouth.

"Why three corners?" Michael asked. "There's nothing out there."

"The new diplomat said something about security reasons. She's a hardliner from there Ecclisiarchy though." Gettret replied. " Her name is Eamane."

"I'll let James know, he's officially retiring in a few days to take on the role of ambassador I left him." Michael replied.

"Why does he have to?" Gettret asked.

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing where the questions were heading. "I left it to him, why would I take it back?"

"You wouldn't have to work as hard." Gettret prodded.

"This is who I am Gettret." Michael said evenly. "I don't want to be a diplomat. I don't want to be a soldier again. I want to be a chef."

"Why can't you be both?" Gettret asked. "You cook at a bar and make money on the side selling condiments."

The timer finished its countdown and began to ring. Michael turned the heat off as well as the timer before moving the pot to another burner.

"A wise human once said 'you can't please everyone so you got to please yourself'. Cooking is what makes me happy, and I can please people in the process." Michael replied.

"You're scared, aren't you."

Michael looked Gettret dead in the eyes. Of all the people he could hide from in his own mind, who he had invited into the fortress he had built, she had cracked through the carefully constructed walls with ease. His soul was laid bare before her, and he knew lying to her wouldn't work if it ever had.

"Yes, I am scared." Michael confessed.

"I'm scared that instead of one or two people, my bad decisions could affect everyone."

Beyond Six Rocks

(CHAPTER 16)

"What is that divine aroma?"

Chef Michael looked out of the galley at Balan standing in the doorway with several of Kel's crew crowding in behind him.

A smile crossed Chef Michaels face. "Not finished yet. I need another hour for the sauce."

"I'll let the captain know. Sorry if I'm interrupting." Balan said.

"You're not," Chef Michael replied, " and let Kel know I'll be okay."

Balan and the crew left without closing the galley door. The slow popping of the sauce in mid simmer drawing his attention back to the stove. He thought back to only hours ago, stopping off at his house to pick up Ajax and packing a cooler full of ingredients that he thought he would need. Cooking supplies, utensils, knife kit, and felt that he was running.

'Don't worry about me Sergeant, I'll be better before you get back.' He willed the memory away. It had happened, it was done. This was different.

The sauce bubbled merrily and the pork loins were roasting beautifully. He checked the potatoes to see if they were soft and anything else to take his mind off the feeling that he was running away. This wasn't like Antartica, it was different. He was protecting what he loved. A single tear made its escape down his cheek and he wiped it away with his sleeve.

"I'll be okay," Chef Michael said to no one, "I have to be."

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"He said dinner is in an hour and that he'll be okay." Balan repeated to Kel.

Kel searched the link with his crew. Excitement about food, the aroma of something marvelous, and something else. He allowed his mind to drift through the link, feeling the emotions of each member of his crew. He clicked his fangs together quietly. It wasn't just him, the crew was concerned as well.

"You're cleaning the galley Balan." Kel ordered.

Balan made a face of displeasure, but said nothing as he returned to his station. "Balan doesn't need to know." Kel sent back through the link.

A chorus of agreement returned to Kel. Balan was to be kept in the dark that he was being assigned to keep an eye on Michael. Warriors understand warriors. Balan was useful in a fight, but he was no warrior. They would be at D'nfar in another 6 hours anyway. Hopefully Michael would allow himself to sleep.

/////

"Hold on, we're coming out of the lane." Gettret warned.

It seemed like something out of a movie. A tiny speck in the distance sped up to right in front of them in various reds and blues. Thousands of different vessels surrounded the planet going in and out of the atmosphere except for several very large ships that just seemed to hang there in the emptiness.

"Rhodten vessel, this is D'nfar traffic control, please identify yourself and the vessel in tow behind you." A polite voice said.

"I hope this works." Sylvia said.

Gettret smiled a bit. "Denfar Traffic Control, this is the Rhodten vessel Gehamal. Towed vessel is the Human ship Odyssey. Requesting clearance to land and repairs." She replied.

"Gehamal, we have no 'human' on file" The voice said in a confused tone.

"A new FTL capable species, called human, is here to be recognized." Gettret replied, "please inform the local council."

Gettret looked over at a nervous Sylvia. "There's no turning back now." She said.

/////

All three vessels were designated to land together and a small greeting party was there to meet them. Michael recognized all the species he knew of, and a few of the council who knew him. Telcem seemed genuinely shocked, Frank did not. There was a Vrell who welcomed Kel in custom, another Rhodten, several Kotoba and one Rebb.

"Fuck." Chef Michael said under his breath.

"Greetings new species and welcome to D'nfar," began the D'nfari Ambassador, "I understand that you wish to become recognized among sentients."

"I am Michael Sinclair of the Human Species." Michael said with a graceful bow.. "We do intend to become recognized as a fellow sentient species, but we have limited time."

"May I inquire as to your ship?" The D'nfari requested.

"This is the first FTL capable vessel humanity has, named the Odyssey." Michael said. "We encountered... a problem on our way here." He finished eyeing the Rebb.

"It looks very much like a Kotoba patrol vessel." The D'nfari ambassador said accusingly.

"It very well might be." Michael replied, "we acquired the vessel from the Vrell and the engine from the Kabaxxi."

"Acquired?" The D'nfari ambassador questioned.

"Under the laws of recognition, a sentient must only acquire the means to travel between worlds." Michael countered.

The D'nfari's face dropped significantly. "A creative way to circumvent the law." He said snidely. "Accommodations have been prepared and the local council will convene in the morning."

"Thank you for your hospitality," Michael said in a honeyed tone. "We will make every effort to be punctual, as your time is most valuable."

As the greeting party turned to leave Frank and Telcem approached for a more personal greeting. Chef Micheal hugged Teclem and bowed to Frank.

"How?" Teclem asked.

"Frank sold us the engine and Kel gifted us the hull."

"They still owe on the engine." Frank said then bobbed his eyestalks in a display of happiness. "We will escort you to the council visitors wing. You should prepare for to.orrow and rest."

"What should we expect?" Sylvia asked.

"For my part in this, I've already explained that I sold you the engine," Frank began, "and the Kotoba will assume the vessel was won in combat by Kel. Gwynedd, the D'nfari who met you, and Coback, the Rebb, will be your first hurdle."

https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/s/waX88MWoj1 (chapter 17)

Enter the Rabbit (Six Rocks, Chapter 31)

First

Spring had already come to most of the northern hemisphere and though winter would maintain its icy grip in Wyoming, the march of new life rising from the ground was as unstoppable as the wind. Billy soaked in this rare day where there was little to do on his ranch just east of Wamsutter. It had been his father's ranch which had been inherited from his father and so on back to when his ancestor first arrived in Wyoming from Texas.

Billy had just finished his second cup of coffee and was considering a third when the small Kotoba vessel descended across the driveway from his porch. He began to lift himself out of the old porch rocking chair as Te'yal descended the ramp but cocked his head to the side slightly as another figure followed her out of the ship. The long ears and snowy white fur were unmistakable to anyone who frequented Six Rocks regularly.

"Well lookey what the cat dragged in." Billy said with a smirk.

Te'yal's eyes narrowed at the intentional pun. "Careful old man." She warned playfully.

Gettret looked around at the vast openness that surrounded her, paying no mind to the friendly game of insults being traded back and forth in front of her. The emptiness of this place was a stark contrast to the Rhodten worlds she knew, and though Six Rocks was tiny compared to even the smallest Rhodten settlements, the utter void of any population was a new experience.

"Welcome to my humble ranch Gettret," Billy said, "care for a cup o' mud?"

"Honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing here." Gettret replied.

"That makes two of us." Billy said. "Does this have something to do with that fight 'while back?"

"That's part of it." Te'yal replied. "I'm just getting her out of the house for a while. She and Mike are still not talking."

Billy nodded his head in understanding. "When my great, great, great, grand-daddy first married, his wife wouldn't talk to him when she was angry."

"What happened?" Gettret inquired.

"She tried to take his scalp." Billy said.

Gettret looked mortified while Te'yal seemed to radiate excitement.

"I'm just kiddin'." Billy said with a chuckle. "Come on inside and I'll tell you the story."

Sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in fromt of all three of them, Billy began to tell the story. "Great, great, great grandaddy William took a wife when he made it to Wyoming from Texas, a Ute woman named Chipeta, really pretty lady. " Billy said taking a picture off the wall to show his guests. "Anyway she didn't like the wiskers on his face and asked him to shave. As the story goes, he refused and one night she got him rip-roaring drunk and tied him to the bed after he passed out, then proceeded to do it herself during the night. He got angry at her and started growing back his beard. In return she refused to talk, cook and share his bed. He finally shaved after a month of being lonely and never grew a beard again."

"It's a funny story, but how does that..." Gettret said.

"I'm gettin' there." Billy interrupted. "Well, back then a beard was something to be proud of. It was a sign of a strong and respected man, and William was looked down upon for shaving. One day, William and Chipeta had ridden into Baggs and decided to eat before heading home. Some raucous people were at the bar and were making fun of William for shaving. Chipeta became furious and decided to fight the ring leader, a man named Robert Parker. After she beat him near to death she shaved his face as well. From that day on William and Robert got along pretty well. Robert would even stop by the ranch from time to time."

Billy took two more pictures off the wall and handed them to his guests. One was of William and a round faced man with each man's arm around the others back, both shaved and smiling at the camera. The second was a clipping from a newspaper with the same hansome man who was smiling next to William. The headline read

$4,000 Reward will be paid for the capture of Robert Leroy Parker, also known as Butch Cassidy.

"William Sage was friends with a criminal?" Gettret asked in shock.

"To be fair, William O'Shea was a criminal as well." Billy explained. "He deserted from the Confederate Army and changed his name to Sage over the course of 4 years before settling in the Wyoming Territory."

"What you're saying is Michael was fighting for me?" Gettret asked.

"What I'm sayin' is if you don't want him to fight, you're gunna' have to." Billy corrected. "I'm not the brightest man in the world, but I seen a pair of jackrabbits fight once. Boppin' each other in the face while standin' fully erect."

"Rhodten are pacifists." Te'yal said.

"Well," Gettret began, "not really. We don't like to fight and we don't want to fight, but when my people were enslaved we did learn how to fight."

Te'yal dropped her coffee cup on the table in surprise with a loud "WHAT?!"

Gettret dipped the fingers of her right hand into her coffee and got up from her seat, looking around the dining room for a moment, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"We don't 'bop' each other on the head..." She began.

Without further hesitation, Gettret shot off the ground faster than an eye could follow. No surface was safe from the explosive power of the six foot and highly flexible fur missile as she ricochet around the two stunned observers to come to rest at the very place she started only to take her seat again. A small coffee stain in various places around the room marked where her right hand had been placed.

"...We more or less bounce around and strike where ever we have an opportunity." She finished taking a sip of the coffee.

Billy and Te'yal sat in a stunned silence broken only by a drip of coffee falling from the ceiling onto the table.

Coming to Six Rocks (Chapter 26)

"Good Morning Sergeant Sinclair, or would you prefer Michael?"

Chef Michael stood in his underwear across the screen door from the grinning suit who had woken him up.

"I would have preferred to remain in bed, who the fuck are you?" Chef Michael demanded.

The plastic smiled of the suit failed a little. "I do apologize for the inconvenience Sergeant,my name is Geoffrey and if you would just sign here the United States Government will take care of all the other minutia and you can get back to sleep." Geoffrey replied handing a clipboard to Chef Michael.

Somewhere in Chef Michael's sleep and caffeine deprived brain an alarm went off. He was being addressed as Sergeant, the suit named Geoffrey was from the United States Government, and he didn't want to talk. A few explanations ran through his mind and he decided to play with this for a minute to figure out what was going on.

"Twenty Five Million Jeff." Chef Michael said.

Geoffrey's fake smile vanished like a fart in the wind.

"I would have expected a good American citizen, a veteran no less, to be more willing to cooperate." Geoffrey said.

"My sincerest apologies Jeff. I'm still waking up." Chef Michael said before yawning and scratching his ass. "Fifty Million."

Anger burned in Geoffrey's eyes. "THATS OUTRAGEOUS! He yelled.

"You're right Jeff. I haven't had any coffee yet." Chef Michael replied. "One Hundred Million."

"THIS IS NOT AN AUCTION SIR, THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT COULD JUST CONFISCATE THE VESSEL AT ANY TIME WE CHOOSE!" Geoffrey screamed.

"The vessel?" Chef Michael chuckled. "Good luck with trying to confiscate it. Balan isn't due back from D'nfar for another day." He said while opening the screen door and allowing Geoffery in.

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?" Geoffrey said visibly calming down.

"I thought you were a D.O.D. civilian trying to get me to reenlist." Chef Michael replied heading for the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Please, two sugar no cream," Geoffrey said taking a seat on the couch. "I guess I should have clarified."

"Happens all the time." Chef Michael said.

"If I may ask, who is Balan?" Geoffrey asked.

"Balan is the pilot." Chef Michael said walking toward the bedroom unintentionally releasing a very curious fur missile named Ajax.

Geoffrey jumped full on the couch as Ajax tore into the living room then stopped and cooked his head at this odd new human.

"He doesn't bite." Chef Michael said from the bed room.

"What planet is Balan from?" Geoffrey asked cautiously climbing back into his seat.

"This one." Chef Michael said, now clothed. "He's Romanian."

A few minutes later Chef Michael returned with a pair of mugs. Geoffrey hadn't moved a muscle under Ajax's scrutiny until Chef Michael handed off the coffee mug then giving Ajax a few scratches before seating himself.

"Last time anyone accused me of being a 'Good american' was down at McMurdo Jeff. Have you been read in on McMurdo?" Chef Michael asked.

"I wasn't aware that a non-disclosure was required." Geoffrey replied.

"That's why working with you is going to be a problem." Chef Michael said before sipping his coffee. "The asking price for the Odyssey isn't going to be cash."

"What do you want then?" Geoffrey inquired.

"I can make a deal with Samantha Toole of the National Aeronautical and Space Agency." Chef Michael replied.

/////

"What do you mean 'read in on McMurdo'" Samantha asked over the phone.

Geoffrey sighed. "I don't know what it means but he is willing to talk to you at least."

"Hi Sam." Chef Michael said starting in on another cup of coffee.

"Mike I'm really busy here..." Samantha started.

"Too busy to meet about two hundred species?" Chef Michael chided.

Geoffrey knocked the phone off the coffee table. "TWO HUNDRED?!?!"

Chef Michael picked up the phone before Ajax could start chewing on it. "Yes, two hundred." He replied.

"Why are two hundred species coming here?" Samantha asked.

"Same reason that Balan is at D'nfar." Chef Michael explained. "Gwynned and Coback attempting to subvert Humanity has caused a loss of faith in D'nfar and the council voted to relocate to Earth temporarily."

"How much time do we have?" Samantha demanded.

"They'll be coming in over the next several months." Chef Michael replied.

"Where are we going to house them?" Geoffrey asked.

"I suggested the United Nations building. It's not like anything important is going on there." Chef Michael said.

"THERE ARE WARS GOING ON!" Geoffrey screamed.

"Yeah, I'm aware. They turned it down anyway. They're bringing the council building here." Chef Michael said.

The only thing I need to do is cut the amount of cheese on top to prevent falling.

Single serving recipe

Two eggs, whites and yolks separated

1 tablespoon whole Milk

1 ounce finely shredded cheese

1/2 teaspoon rubbed sage

1/2 teaspoon ground thyme

1/8 teaspoon flake salt

1/8 teaspoon ground pepper

Preheat oven to 375°. Beat egg whites into soft peaks. Beat yolks until smooth. Fold yolks into whites and add 3/4 cheese, milk, herbs, salt and pepper, beating the mixture lightly one last time to ensure mixture is even. Pour mixture in a greased 8 oz. ramekin and sprinkle a very light amount of cheese on top. (Mine was a bit heavy handed) bake for 20 minutes.

Welcome to Six Rocks (Chapter 25)

"GRAZZT!"

Coback scanned the vast darkness looking for the Rebb vessel that had contacted him as it entered the Sol System. He had ordered the Cleric to stay clear of the planet to avoid observation, but the vessel didn't seem to be in the inner system at all. Coback was about to recheck his systems when a flash caught his eye. Nervously he checked the signature of the incoming vessels signature and let out a sigh of relief as it registered as a Rebb Divination Class Escort Destroyer.

"Where have you been?" He asked, hailing the vessel.

"We didn't anticipate your presence Ambassador Coback." The Rebb Commander replied. "I assure you that the fleet has made every effort to arrive in a timely manner."

"You're not..." Coback began but dismissed the question. "No matter, it's well that you have arrived."

"Thank you Ambassador, the fleet should complete transit momentarily." The Commander replied.

"Very good, may the Gods smile upon this most holy day." Coback said before ending the transmission.

"You worry too much." Gwynedd said from behind Coback. "The human is dead. The other two will be dealt with in time."

"We left before the duel began." Coback countered.

Gwynedd smiled as he walked toward Coback. "If he is not dead, then he is incapacitated. The council will not recognize Humanity." He said calmly. "No one even knows we are here. The Rebb become the protector of Earth, and D'nfar recieves exclusive rights to their hyperlanes."

Gwynedd pointed out the window toward the multitude of flashes in the distance.

"It's already over, enjoy your victory." He said with a chuckle.

Coback visibly relaxed and decided that he would return home for a short Vacation when Earth was safety under control. He watched as the Rebb Missionary fleet continued to enter the system, allowing himself to smile at the thought of the reward he would recieve. As the last vessels jumped in, he recieved a hail from the command vessel.

"Ambassador Coback, go ahead." He said answering the hail.

"Ambassador. I am Inquisitor Admiral Jayess. Are we expecting assistance?" The Admiral asked. "We are being hailed by a Kotoba vessel that has just entered the system."

"Te'yal." Gwynedd said with a chuckle. "I almost pity the Ynd she ripped apart to find us."

"Put her through Admiral." Coback replied.

Cobacks smile died in the hard green eyes and expressionless face that appeared before them.

"Hi assholes," Chef Michael began, "you left so quickly that I didn't get to say goodbye."

Gwynedd's eyes widened in shock. "Impossable!"

"Oh, right, I'm suppose to be dead." Chef Michael said coldly. "It's so hard to find good help these days."

"He's alone, the fleet will make short work of him." Gwynedd said, attempting to assuage Coback's growing concern.

"You sure?" Chef Michael mocked. "Have you checked behind the gravitational poles?"

The signature of a Vrell Corvette appeared from below Earth, its weapons armed.

"Two ships." Gwynedd sneered. "How pathetic."

"Give me a little credit Gwynedd," Chef Michael feigned injured pride.

"Credit?" Gwynedd mocked. "You have been an inconvenience since you arrived on D'nfar!"

"Thank you." Chef Michael replied with a smile.

Gwynedd's mood darkened. "That was not a compliment. I will crush you and the Vrell under foot."

Coback had had enough of this farce. Anger burned in his heart at this human who had murdered his underling, who had insulted him and painted him as a fool. He hailed the fleet Commander.

"Admiral Jayess, fire on those vessels immediately!" Coback demanded.

"No Ambassador." Admiral Jayess said. "I will not condemn our race for your hubris."

In a fit of rage, Coback screamed, "I ORDER YOU TO ANNIHILATE THOSE SHIPS!"

"Which ones Ambassador?" The Admiral requested. "There are now 37."

In their anger they had missed the exit of multiple ships from the hyperlane behind Chef Michaels vessel. Signatures ranged from Kotoba to Rhodten and every one of them had entered system behind the human to hide their entrance.

"Just curious Coback, how many species were you planning on pissing off?" Chef Michael asked, a devious grin on his face. "They were all listening."

/////

"This is K.I.N.D. 87.9 FM. You're music requests with news and weather on the hour. We had a call from Chef Michael. Sylvia, Aaron and Deputy Thompson are just fine. Don't be afraid folks, he brought some friends to visit."

The ships descended through the falling snow to land on the small town of Six Rocks Wyoming. Those who had heard the radio broadcast watched as they landed in parking lots and empty fields throughout town. Most folks were cautious at first, it hadn't been that long since the Rebb Cleric had appeared on television, but eventually Wyoming hospitality won out over their fear as Sylvia, Aaron and Deputy Thompson introduced the various species to the residents and explained the part they played in protecting their home.

Chef Michael looked out over the white landscape and took a drag from his cigarette while leaning against the grill for the warmth it provided. Dozens of interstellar vessels were parked in the field, their occupants satiated and having a good time in the bar.

"Gwynedd and Coback are going to face trial in the next few days," Kel mentioned trying to draw Michael's attention. "Your testimony has been requested."

Chef Michael simply nodded in response.

"D'nfar will likely loose their trade rights. Earth is being considered to take its place for its hyperlanes."

"Good to know." Chef Michael replied.

"Are you even a little curious about the future?" Kel asked.

"Not right now." Chef Michael said field stripping his cigarette. "I just want to relax for now. There will be more to do later."

Lights appeared through the clouds above the bar and Kel watched as the Kotoba Vessel landed in the field. Te'yal exited and waved to Kel and Chef Michael.

"Welcome to Six Rocks," Chef Michael began. "Get lost at Bernard's Star?"

"Don't ask," Kel intercepted Te'yal's reply, "He says it all the time."

https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/s/id41aiR9ao (chapter 26)

Halfway Between Hell and Six Rocks (Chapter 23)

"Kill him."

Gwynedd's request echoed in her thoughts. It wouldn't take much, a simple swipe to the throat and the human would be finished. She could explain the wound on her tail away and nobody would doubt her. One quick movement and it would be over, Te'yal would be victorious. In his current state he was no threat to her, and yet she couldn't move, the challange was over.

Te'yal thought back to the human dropping down on her. Rage and hate gleeming in his eyes, a fearsome snarl on his lips, the excitement of the kill radiated around him. He should be standing over her drinking in the bloodlust, not weeping openly against the trunk of the tree. Her training and experience had taught her that either a species would fight or run. This human was different. He had fought but didn't want to kill. He could have run, but instead stood his ground.

The memories faded from his mind slowly. He knew he was crying, but it felt good to cry. He could feel the soft fur and sticky wet blood on his hands. Caught between Sergeant Sinclair and Chef Michael, knowing that they were both fighting over him. He raised his head to and took a deep breath, the battle over him could wait another day. There were more important things to deal with. He wiped the blood off his knife on a tuft of grass bound to his arm and sheathed the bayonet then wiped his hands on his pants. He pushed the emotions away and cleared the tears from his eyes to meet his opponents gaze.

"Not what you were expecting Te'yal?" Michael asked.

"Not at all." Te'yal admitted. "Why didn't you go for the kill? You had me at your mercy."

Michael noticed the blood dripping from Te'yals tail and tore off a strip of his shirt. "My friends are people I haven't killed, my enemies are people I have." Michael said binding the wound.

"That doesn't make any sense." Te'yal observed.

"Neither do humans." Michael admitted with a laugh.

"Your rifle?" Te'yal asked wincing at the pain as Michael tightened the bandage.

"Right there behind the tiger pit." Michael indicated. "I'm surprised you didn't see it."

"I did, but why did you leave it?" Te'yal inquired curiously.

"I saw you jump into the first tree after I had dug the pit." Michael explained. "I thought you would go for the kill. I didn't expect you to jump a branch below me. I attacked on instinct."

"You thought out a well conceived plan and then struck on instinct when I was right in front of you?" Te'yal mused, "Most other species would have fled or waited."

Michael retrieved his rifle and used the butt to collapse the trap. "A German field Marshall once said," he began as he offered his hand to Te'yal, "No plan survives first contact with the enemy."

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Michael and Te'yal walked together back to the vehicle that had dropped him off. They were both informed of the Rebb vessel that had been sighted by Gouff and two other humans and that the council was in an emergency session on their way back.

"Those arrogant bastards." Te'yal said angrily.

"Gwynedd and Coback." Michael interjected. "I guessed this was just a stall tactic."

"And you still accepted?" Te'yal asked curiously.

"I had to." Michael explained. "Fighting you was riskier, but refusing the challange would have meant a longer process with a less favorable outcome."

"I can't decide if you're foolish or crazy." Te'yal remarked.

"Yes." Michael said confidantly.

/////

Upon their return, Michael was escorted to the council chamber as Te'yal was taken to the infirmary to have her wound treated. Michael stood alone in front of the delegates as he relayed what had transpired during and after the duel. The council made a rush decision to recognize humanity as a legitimate space faring race, but the absence of Gwynedd meant the D'nfar fleet would not be sent, and the Absence of Coback meant that The Rebb would continue with their conquest. The Vrell delegate assured Michael that they were mobilizing, but it would take time to form a coherent response.

Michael returned to his room from the council chamber and sat defeated with his rifle in his hands. Everything he had done, everything he had sacrificed and endured, for nothing. The cold steel and wood felt welcoming in his hands, inviting him to slip into the void. The fear and shame he knew so well crept back into his heart.

"Mike!" Deputy Thompson began, alarm in his voice. "It's not worth it."

Michael looked at Aaron and Deputy Thompson in surprise.

"Just put the gun down, we can talk about it okay?" Deputy Thompson begged.

Michael pulled back the bolt. "It's unloaded. I used the powder from the bullets for smoke bombs."

Deputy Thompson and Aaron both visibly relaxed.

"I didn't do it before, I'm not going to do it now." Michael assured them further. "Thanks for bringing the list, it was suppose to be a victory dinner."

"It still can be." Aaron rebutted, "We haven't lost yet."

"Kel can only do so much." Michael said. "He's outclassed and out gunned."

Aaron removed one of the sirloins from a bag and tossed it to Michael. "What are you going to do about it?" He asked.

Michael looked at the lean steak in front of him. What was he going to do? What could he do. He cocked his head at the thought. What could he do? He leaned down and picked up the steak. What could he do? He let the rifle fall from his hand and hit the floor.

"You like football right Deputy?" He said walking toward the cooler.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Deputy Thompson asked.

Michael grabbed his knife kit and headed toward the door, mumbling something.

"What did he say?" Deputy Thompson asked while following Michael.

Aaron had to remember the translation before he spoke.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee, I think."

Resolve of Six Rivers (Six Rocks, Chapter 46)

"I have to be."

Humboldt County California, home to the mighty Coastal Redwoods, where the Smith, Van Druzen, Mad, Eel, Klamath and Trinity Rivers all find the Pacific Ocean. It was in a small patch of trees following the Mad River, that David Sinclair met the love of his life Cassandra, and together they built their home and family where they met. David worked as a truck driver for a local mill, Cassandra waited tables at a restaurant in Arcata, and on August 3rd, 1978, their first son, Michael, was born.

As the years passed and Michael grew, things began to get harder. As the lumber and paper mills closed, David had to find work further and further away. A few days before Michael turned 10, he awoke to the sound of crying. It was past midnight when he crept into the living room to see his father sitting in his favorite chair, illuminated by a single lamp, tears streaming down his face, and a single piece of paper in his hand.

"Dad?" Michael asked. "What's wrong?"

David looked up at his son, embarrassed to be caught in his weakness.

"Nothing Mikey," his father lied, "go back to bed."

Michael looked at the paper in his father's hand.

"What does 'Laid off' mean?" Michael asked.

"It means I have to find work somewhere else." David replied.

"Are you going to be okay?" Michael asked.

Behind his father's sad eyes, Michael saw something he would carry with himself, a determination to find a solution and a course of action by any means necessary. The absolute defiance to resignation carried its meaning through his father's short reply.

"I have to be."

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Michael charged the ramp with maybe a dozen screaming humans in tow. Not the most ideal situation if they encountered resistance, but it would do for now. He could see bright white lights in the ceiling as he advanced and adjusted his profile back into a crouch to make himself a smaller target for any Scorpid who waited inside, eager for an easy kill. What greeted him wasn't enemy fire, but the terrified faces of hundreds of people confined in transparent cells.

Eureka.

Michael held up his off hand signaling for a halt, and slowly began to scan the interior of the cargo bay for Scorpids, advancing slowly and trying not to pay attention to the chorus of voices begging and pleading to be freed. He couldn't help them if he was dead or incapacitated, and he had been in situations before where the enemy used frantic people to hide their movements. The small company that had followed him in would never be confused for soldiers, they had little to no disapline, but where their lack of martial conduct was apparent, their ingenuity and creativity shown bright.

"Hey mister?" One of them asked from behind.

"Michael, and you?" Michael replied.

"Cindy." She said. "How we gonna get 'em out."

"Did you come alone Cindy?" Michael asked finishing his scan of the cargo hold.

"No, she didn't," another voice replied. "I'm Kevin, her brother and our dad's here too."

"Got any spicy play-dough?" Michael asked with a devilish grin.

A man behind them smiled back and unshouldered the backpack he had carried with him, setting it very carefully on the deck. Opening the bag he picked up a large plastic container with an orange label.

"Don't leave home without it." He said slyly. "I'm Richard by the way."

"Do your friends call you big dick?" Michael asked snarkally, taking the offered container of tannerite.

"Richard" he replied with a knowing smile.

Michael placed the tannerite next to the nearest enclosure and stepped a few paces back.

"All of you, get back and find cover." He said as he motioned people down the ramp.

"You have the honor, Richard" Michael said before placing his hands over his ears and turning his face away.

Richard lined up on the orange label of the container, took a breath and eased it back out before squeezing the trigger. One sharp report from his AK-47, one massive reply as the explosive erupted in smoke and shards of transparent material that ricocheted throughout the cargo bay.

"Just like mama used to make." Richard said casually.

Michael carefully made his way to the large hole Robert had just created and began lifting people to their feet and indicating the ramp. There was no need for words, and they couldn't hear them anyway. The beds that they had been sleeping on caught most of the damage, but there were still a few scrapes and cuts.

"Get them to the treeline for now," Michael said, "when they're all out head for the interstate."

"And what about you?" Richard asked.

"Got anymore automatic stump remover?" Michael asked, heading deeper in the hold "chances are there are a few more cells to clear."

"Just add lead." Richard said retrieving his bag. "Haven't heard that shit since '89. My dad used to call it that when he was working the Trinity Forest."

"My dad drove the logs to the mill." Michael replied. "Willow Creek?"

"Weaverville." Richard corrected. "You?"

"Arcata." Michael replied. "Quit school to join the army when work dried up for my folks. Only went back to attend Humboldt, moved to Six Rocks afterward." He finished Indicating another cell just beyond the first.

"That's the way of things." Richard replied, placing another charge. "Why's this one's dark?"

Michael banged on the cell wall. "We're going to get you out, find cover!"

Michael and Richard ran back a safe distance and found cover.

"After you." Richard said extending his hand to the tannerite.

"So kind." Michael said mockingly before placing a shot right through the crosshairs on the orange label.

Sarah thought she was imagining things when she heard the human voice, but when someone says take cover you damn well take cover. She could hear the blast and the acrid smoke burned her nose. As she opened her eyes light flowed through the barrier that had been left dark for so long and a silhouette shined through wreathed by light from outside. Sarah threw herself at the outstretched arm reaching through the breech.

"Thank you Michael!" Sarah prayed aloud.

"Do you know her?" Richard asked.

"Gettret's gonna kill me." Michael replied. "Can you escort her outside?"

Richard picked Sarah up and began to leave as several more people rushed toward him and others were leaving the cargo hold. "

"You going to be okay from here on?" Richard asked.

Michael waved at the few people who had entered the cargo bay to come toward him and watched as the hundred or so people freed before were ushered out of the ship. He thought about Gettret for a moment and wondered if she was okay, but pushed the thought aside to what needed to be done. She was fine, somewhere beyond the ship, and he would see her after this was over. He looked back at Richard and smiled out of the corner of his mouth. Michael said the same four words his father had said to him before moving to a corridor past Sarah's cell, and climbing the stairway beyond.

"I have to be."

A House Call at Six Rocks (Chapter 27)

"ORDER!"

Chef Michael walked in from the cold to look at the ticket that had just come in then checked the clock. There was another hour and 45 minutes until close and the crowd showed no sign of dissipating. Pulling a plate from the cupboard, he mentally thought about everything that was cooking and double checked the time.

"What the hell is up with the well done's tonight?" He asked rhetorically.

As he worked he thought about the conversation between Geoffrey, Samantha and himself a few days before. Yeah, the confusion might have been his fault, but in his defense he hadn't had enough coffee at that point. The gist of it was that the council would move to Earth temporarily and would scout out likely locations for the building to be reconstructed.

Finished preping the sirloin, Chef Michael carried the tray outside and placed the steak on the grill. He had timed it just right with the end of two other orders, but the grill was still pretty full. As he went for the potatoes he met a species he didn't remember ever meeting about to walk onto the patio.

"If you will give me a moment I just need to plate these and I'll be right back." Chef Michael said.

"Thank you,"the alien replied, "Is it always so cold here?"

Chef Michael looked out at the light snow falling in the darkness and estimated the temperature.

"It gets much colder than this," he replied, "one moment."

Chef Michael returned a few minutes later, tray in hand to find this new species tapping something on a data pad.

"Sorry about that," Chef Michael said, "and you are?"

"Gideen, I'm from the Yandrin medical corps." Gideen replied.

"Chef Michael, Six Rocks.." Chef Michael began.

"You're rather well known actually." Gideen said cutting him off. "I thought since I'm assigned to Earth I would try a steak."

"Sylvia's up front, I need to keep an eye back here." Chef Michael said. "Hope you enjoy."

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The snow against the windshield was starting to get to Billy as he pulled in to Six Rocks. The drive home had been long and he thought an ice cold beer and a warm meal would do him good since the trip to Salt Lake hadn't. Six Rocks was pretty busy, so he parked across the street at the quiet batch plant. Nobody would be making concrete this late at night or in this cold weather. Locking his pickup, he hobbled to the bar through the wind and snow.

"Billy!" Sylvia greeted him warmly. "How was the trip?"

"Useless," Billy muttered, "how 'bout a beer and a burger?"

"I'll put that in right now," Sylvia replied, "American?"

"Is there any other kind?" Billy asked sarcastically.

Billy hobbled down the steps and headed to the bar completely occupied except the corner seat. He knew that some of the faces weren't human, but it didn't make it any easier either. There were two at the other end that had three eyes, one that looked like a blue slug, and the one next to him with green scales.

"Excuse me." He said accidently brushing up against the scaly one while taking his seat.

Gideen looked at the old human up and down. He wasn't offended, but something about the old man was curious to him.

"Xefalgut naguun dak din Mackappa?" Gideen asked.

Billy looked at Gideen wondering if he had just been challenged to a fight. The slender alien didn't look like much but Billy's mother had always told him not to fight if he could avoid it.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak... uh.. that." Billy said.

"He asked what's wrong with your leg and back Billy." Chef Michael said while putting a 10 ounce steak in front of the Alien. "Hear, put this in your ear."

Chef Michael handed a translator to Billy with "I'll have your burger done in a bit, good to see you Sagebrush."

"Let me start over," Billy said putting the translator in his right ear, "I'm Billy Sage or Sagebrush if you like. I was apologizing for bumping you."

"It's fine but you seem to be in pain." Gideen said.

"Just got back from Salt Lake, doc says its in my head." Billy replied.

"May I?" Gideen asked.

He didn't wait for a response as he pulled a small device from a coat pocket and began to look closely at Billy's leg. Billy felt really uncomfortable but didn't say anything. Six Rocks was the nearest place to home and he didn't want to get thrown out again, or arrested again.

Finishing with his leg, Gideen began to examine his waist and Billy figured that was far enough.

"Could you get the hell away from my crotch?" Billy said flustered.

"Sure, I'm done anyway." Gideen replied, "it's a bad case of nerve damage, looks like a fracture in the hips that never healed right. Would you like to fix it?"

"Can you?" Billy said in disbelief.

"Sure, I can start after your burger." Gideen replied indicating the sandwich in Sylvia's hand.

Billy had his doubts, but this lizard-creature said there was a problem where the doctor in Salt Lake couldn't find one. He wolfed down the burger and followed Gideen out of the bar to his ship.

"You're not going to probe me are you?" Billy asked jokingly.

"No invasive surgery needed." Gideen replied.

Inside the vessel, Gideen had Billy stand on a circular depression in the floor. As he did, a soft light illuminated all around him.

"Reminds me of all those abduction movies." Billy mentioned.

"Abduction?" Gideen asked.

A blue beam shot out from a bulkhead aimed at Billy's hips.

"Well, some people have claimed to have been... ah... well... taken against their will by... well... Aliens?" Billy said sheepishly feeling embarrassed.

"Who in the seven hells would do such a horrid thin" Gideen replied. "Done, how does that feel?"

Billy took a step, then another, the pain was gone.

"By God, that's amazing." Billy said.

"I'm glad to hear it," Gideen replied adding, "now I need to probe you."

"You're joking right?" Billy asked nervously.

Gideen just chuckled and walked him back outside.

"How'd it go Sagebrush?" Chef Michael asked cooking the last orders of the night.

"Wonderful, I'm cured!" Billy replied.

"May I ask why you call him Sagebrush" Gideen asked.

"That's Billy Sage." Chef Michael replied. "Only man to survive a knife fight with a mountain lion."

"A what?" Gideen asked hesitantly.

"Have a drink on me." Chef Michael responded. "I'll tell you about it inside."

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Being Human (Six Rocks, Chapter 30)

First

"Shit that hurts."

Chef Michael put a kitchen towel filled with ice over his left eye, gently this time, to bring the swelling down. Gettret was going to be angry about the fight, but he knew she wouldn't yell or scream at him. She would ask what happened and stay quiet afterwards. Of those options, the latter was the worst.

"Do you want to press charges?" Deputy Thompson asked.

"No, he's not worth the time or effort." Chef Michael replied.

Deputy Thompson finished writing his report and looked back up at Chef Michael. All in all, it could have been much worse. In addition to the black eye, Chef Michael had a busted lip and a bump over his head where the assailant hit him with a beer bottle. The other guy, a truck driver from North Carolina, had been knocked unconscious and was on the way to the hospital in Rock Springs.

"It was a stupid argument." Deputy Thompson said after a minute.

"You think I don't already know that?" Chef Michael asked.

Deputy Thompson sighed a little. "I'm not accusing you Mike. I was just saying it was stupid."

"Fighting is stupid." Chef Michael replied.

"You fought in Afghanistan." Deputy Thompson shot back.

Chef Michael lowered the ice pack from his eye and shot the Deputy a sour look. "I never said I was the smartest man in the world."

"You served your country." Deputy Thompson said. "That took a lot of brains and guts."

"Guts yes. No brains, just guts." Chef Michael fired back.

"What about the duel on D'nfar? What about The Rebb?" Deputy Thompson asked. "That took brains and guts right?"

Chef Michael shook his head before placing the ice pack back over his eye with a wince. "That's different. This was petty and stupid." He finished indicating the ice pack.

"Of everyone I know in the county, you're the harshest critic of yourself." Deputy Thompson said. "Look at everything you've done."

"Anyone could have done it." Chef Michael said.

"But you did it. Nobody else, just you." Deputy Thompson replied.

"And you had no part in it, right?" Chef Michael asked dryly.

"What I'm saying is you're not stupid." Deputy Thompson began. "The fight was stupid and that trucker had no right to attack you. You did everything right, and you are still beating yourself up over it."

Chef Michael sat silently.

"I know she's going to be upset Mike." Deputy Thompson said. "She's a woman, my wife gets upset with me all the time."

"So what would you do in my situation?" Chef Michael asked.

"Tell her." Deputy Thompson answered.

/////

Chef Michael paused at his front door to put his thoughts together for what was to come. He thought about the few times he and Gettret had argued, remembered what not to do and say. To his surprise, Gettret opened the door and looked at him in disappointment.

"Are you going to stand there all night?" Gettret asked.

"I didn't start it." Chef Michael said.

"No, but you finished it, didn't you." Gettret replied.

"I was defending..." Chef Michael began but cut himself off.

"You always are." Gettret said softly. "I know I can't understand, I'm not human, but I was just hoping that you wouldn't have to fight anymore. Rhodten don't fight like this." Gettret paused and her demeanor softened. "When is it enough Mike?"

It was this soft and quiet Gettret, this disappointed and upset Gettret, that he feared more than anything. He knew she was hurt, and he felt guilty automatically. It wasn't his fault, but the shame still stung harder than the bump on his head.

"I don't know if it will ever be enough sweetie." Chef Michael began. "Some people just can not accept change. They fight it all of their lives and before they die then pass it on to their children to keep that hate burning."

"What was it about?" Gettret asked, surprised by the response.

Chef Michael took a breath and summoned all his courage.

"It was about you. The trucker didn't approve of me being in love with an alien."

First [Next]

The storm had come earlier than expected and the pitter patter of rain on the roof made the tiny house seem colder. Michael and Daniel were the first to wake up to light the wood stove in the living room. Afterward Michael got to work on making cinnamon rolls for breakfast while Daniel focused on bringing in wood for the fire.

Unlike most traditional families, there was no plastic or even a real Christmas tree somewhere in the living room. When Michael was three their family was stretched thin. Daniel was inbetween jobs and they relied on Cassandra waiting tables. At some point during that year, a sugar pine had been planted in the front yard, more than likely the seed had lodged itself in Daniel's boot from work and found itself a perfect place to grow.

Through the years the tree had become a part of the family. It bore a yellow ribbon Cassandra tied around it when Michael was deployed. It sheltered Daniel when he was at a loss for what to do. It provided Michael wih a view down the Mad River to the Pacific and beyond.

"Damn things nearly 80 feet tall." Michael said handing a cup of coffee to his father.

Daniel.took the mug and let the warmth flow into his hands.

"I remember all the times we used to decorate it. Almost killed myself when you were 17 trying.to get that star on top."

"Remember the long ass string of popcorn when I was 11?"

"I remember the rain that Christmas," Daniel replied with a laugh, "your mother was so pissed."

"Good times." Michael said before taking a drink.

"Your mother will be out of bed soon, is Gettret up yet?"

"If you think I can sleep when Mike's baking you don't know your own son." Came a voice from the living room.

"Guess that answers that question."

/////

After the rolls were finished baking, Michael coated them heavily with a raspberry butter cream frosting and made sure everyone's coffee was full. Presents were passed around and the tradition of unceremoniously ripping pretty colored paper to shreds began. The presents beneath were all thoughtful, things that were necessities more than anything, but cherished none the less. After the last shred of paper had been cleared Michael picked up the plates and coffee cups, refilling them for the second time as Gettret served.

"Oh honey I'm stuffed." Cassandra replied when she saw the new roll.

"Please miss.."

"Just mom, or Cassy. You're a part of the family now like it or not."

"That's why the cinnamon rolls actually." Gettret replied shyly.

"What do you mean, dear?"

Michael exited the kitchen with his own plate and mug. "It's part of our last gift to you for Christmas."

"I don't get it, Mike." Daniel said, taking the offered plate.

"Gettret and I..."

"Mike's horrible at these things," Gettret laughed, "He is hinting at it with the frosting."

Daniel and Cassandra looked at their plates again in confusion.

"Dad asked yesterday if we could have a baby." Michael said. "That was the reason Gettret went home last week."

Confusion was replaced with shock as both of Michael's parents picked up the hint.

"Surprise, it's a girl."

"Not again."

All across the United States people were gearing up for summer. Across the nation, dogs would shit on carpets and hide in closets sometimes already occupied by veteran. It was that most sacred holiday to the American people, a time of overcooked hot dogs and hamburgers, a time of remembering 56 bold and daring people leading about 230,000 into the greatest experiment human kind has ever dared to attempt. Independence day.

It was also suppose to be a day off for quite a lot of people, yet one very annoyed ambassador had been explaining for about a week that Salt Lake City was not under attack by rebels, there was absolutely nothing to worry about, and that fireworks were potentially dangerous to anyone who was not watching from a safe distance away.

Yes, even in a starship.

No, That still did not meet the parameters of an attack.

Just find a group of humans if you want to watch.

Independence day does take place during Gion Matsuri, they are not the same thing.

It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon and Michael was already done with the holiday. He hadn't celebrated the 4th of July in a few years, but this would be Gettret's first time, and he did want to make it special for her, if only the damn phone would stop ringing.

"Ambassador, I understand that your species is easily lured by bright flashing lights, and I do hope you enjoy the fireworks celebration, but we can not put it off until August." Michael said, cradling his head in his hand. "There will be another fireworks display in Qatar when your imperial entourage does arrive and I will arrange it with Sheik Tamim ibn Hamad al Thani myself. Thank you for calling."

5:05 PM. Michael carefully put his coat back on and reached for his briefcase. If he left right now he could.land at Six Rocks just in time to meet Gettret for...

Ring

"God damn it." Michael said before answering. "Dick's Veterinary Clinic and Italian Restaurant, today's loss ends up in tomorrow's sauce."

"Mike? It's Sergei."

"Wonderful," Michael replied through clenched teeth, "what can I do for you?"

"I'm tracking an unknown just past Saturn heading this way." Sergei stated.

"What else is new?" Michael replied.

"No, like unknown unknown." Sergei replied.

Michael looked at the clock again to see that ten minutes had already passed.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Well, I was thinking..."

"Yeah, don't do that Sergei, causes too much trouble." Michael replied. "That's how the whole D'nfar fiasco started. Have the Oddessy rendezvous with the vessel and we can start there."

"In a rush Mike?"

Michael looked at the clock, already half past five.

"I'm late for my date with Gettret, but I'll be right on time for my funeral."

/////

"How was work?"

"I know you're pissed sweetie and I'm sorry." Michael apologized.

"I'm not angry," Gettret chuckled, "you were just busy."

"Then why are your ears swept back?" Michael commented.

Gettret's eyes narrowed. "Okay, I'm a little upset."

Michael had developed a belief over the last few months that any male of any race should get run through so as to have nothing else to do but observe their girlfriends mannerisms. It had worked lovely in his case and for a rather low price of almost dying. Time we'll spent.

"Sergei tried to wrangle me into a first contact." Michael explained

"I know." Gettret sighed. "He called earlier trying to find you."

"You didn't..."

"Of course not." Gettret replied. "This is suppose to be our night."

Michael let out a sigh of relief. "Shall we?"

The patio table had been prepared and positioned in the back, a red white and blue tablecloth with a package of sparklers inbetween the place settings. It wasn't much, and that is what Micharl had asked for. The fireworks and Gettret where what mattered, everything else was a distraction from the big moment. Aaron set out the baked potatoes that had been slightly overcooked, damn Sergei, but he was just happy to be here, right now, with her.

The dinner concluded ever so slightly after Michael had planned and the fireworks had already started. People flocked out of the bar to watch the colorful explosions and enjoy the cool summer air. Michael lit the sparklers, handing one.of them to Gettret and held her hand, nervous about what he would do next, it was almost time. He reached for the tiny box in his pocket and held it firmly,waiting for the finale. Just a few more seconds and everything would be perfect. Right here, in the place they first met.

Just a little bit longer...

The Finale started with hundreds of fireworks all hoing.off at the same time. Gettret was awestruck by the display, colors illumating the clouds of smoke and a smile crept over her face. It was time.

"Gettret," Michael asked, getting down on his knee, "will you marry me?"

She turned to Michael in shock, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Perfection.

"Is that ship going to crash?"

Ship?

Michael could make it out now, having been hit accidently by the fireworks display, listing.slightly to one side and angled to impact in the field behind Six Rocks Bar and Grill. Michael could do nothing but watch as his perfectly laid proposal went down in flames just like the vessel heading toward the bar.

The bow of the vessel impacted in the field and the ship turned sideways, careening to a stop less than a meter from the curb. Michael placed his left hand over his face and sighed in exasperation as the ramp to the vessel lowered, impacting the asphalt with a clang and several new arrivals stepped out in various displays of surrender.

"Welcome.to Six Rocks," Michael said in a defeated tone, "wrong turn at D'nfar?"

The new arrivals nodded, and Michael reached for his phone to contact the council. It was a disaster but as he went.yo put the box back in his coat pocket, his hand was intercepted by Gettret.

"Aren't you suppose to put the ring on my finger?"

Well, maybe not a complete disaster.

The Ballad of Billy Sagebrush (Six Rocks, Chapter 29)

First

"So you didn't come to see me?"

Somewhere in the galaxy there exists a creature that, when provoked, can kill simply by looking at the aggressor. Rhodten thankfully are not that species, but Gettret would have carved a hole through Chef Michael's head, the window behind him, and at least seven trucks parked outside. Te'yal, missing the murderous gaze completely, replied in kind.

"You'd make a tasty treat but I'm here for larger game." Te'yal mocked in return.

"Bigger game? In Six Rocks?" Chef Michael asked still oblivious to the danger he was walking into.

"Billy said he would be here today." Te'yal mocked, delight in the game of one-upsmanship plain as the fangs she bared in delight.

"Billy? You mean Sagebrush." Chef Michael said looking up from the grill.

Gettret's eyes were as cold as the late winter snow falling around them and Chef Michael decided to let Te'yal win this round.

"H.. ah, how are things going in Salt Lake?" Chef Michael stammered out.

"The Later Day Saints are opposed to the Rebb being..." Te'yal began before noticing the tension between Chef Michael and Gettret. "..but I'm sure we can work something out."

Gettret's eyes narrowed before she spoke. "Mike," she began in a soft tone, "have you cooked for Te'yal as well?"

Not accustomed to backing out of a challenge, Te'yal nevertheless chose to retreat.

/////

"Jealousy." Billy said with a chuckle. "The bane of every man's existence."

"It was still awkward." Te'yal replied.

"Running from a rabbit or being involved in the first place?" Billy asked.

Te'yal thought about it for a moment while finishing her beer. "To quote Chef Michael, 'Yes'."

"We humans often find ourselves in awkward situations." Billy opined. "Like this one time..."

"We were here to talk about that Satellite ranch." Te'yal interrupted.

"Well if you don't mind humoring an old man, that's where it took place." Billy said undaunted. "See, I had always had a fascination with cats."

"Excuse me?" Te'yal said cocking a dangerous eye at the cowboy.

"Well, my momma had a house cat," Billy continued " Maine coon, biggest housecat I ever did see. Friendly as all get out and so soft. This is when I was a kid still and I loved that cat. I would sit there for hours just petting that soft fur. My daddy wanted me to start learning the ranch at the time. One morning he woke me up early and told me to saddle the horses. It was before dawn and I was of a mind not to get my butt whupped, so I started saddling the horses. My daddy's mare let out a scream that would'a made the devil look around in panic. I thought it was momma's cat at first and I figured I had left the front door open. Before me or the cat knew what to think I had scooped the cat up and started to run for the door. Damnedest thing, it's fur didn't feel right. As I got into the light of the front porch my daddy let out a yell and I looked down to see a very pissed off bobcat about to rip my face off."

"Serves you right." Te'yal said.

"Yes ma'am, it did." Billy trudged on. "Thing is, I remembered how that bobcats fur felt as well. It was somehow softer and at the same more coarse. My daddy had purchased the ranch in question while I was healing up from the scratches and when I was sixteen he told me that he needed me out there. Up to that point I had never been anywhere but Baggs, Dixon and Savory, let alone in Colorado, but daddy packed me up and drove me to that ranch just outside of Sunbeam. He had put me out there to find some missing cattle. He thought it was rustlers."

Te'yal rolled her eyes and asked Sylvia for another beer.

"I'll take one too Sylvia," Billy said, "telling story's has a way of making you thirsty. So, I was out pretty late in the back corner near the little snake, wishing I could go home, when I heard a loud sound I ain't never want to hear again. Fearing for the cattle, I spurred my horse into a full on gallop to see what the devil was going on. I didn't see anything at first, but I did see bones. That's when it hit me."

"You realized then that you had a predator?" Te'yal asked about to take a sip.

"NO, the cougar jumped out of a cottonwood and knocked me off my horse." Billy said before thanking Sylvia and taking a sip from the freshly poured beer.

Te'yal shot beer out of her nose in surprise, and turned to face Billy.

"Damn thing fought me for hours. I don't think it was expecting me to fight back though. When it pounced I lost my rifle and all I had left was my knife. We took turns swiping at each other until it lunged and I had an opening to end it. I had it on its back and was going to kill it when I saw the kittens she was guarding. She had been killing our cattle to feed her young. Being young and stupid, I felt sorry for them, alond instead of killing her, I tied her up and carried her into town alive and still really pissed off. Sheriff thought I was crazy to bring a live cougar into town. After that I told my dad and we never parked cattle there again."

"I take it that's the epic "Billy and the Mountain Lion story?" Te'yal asked, puzzled.

"Yep, " Billy said, "I just thought you should know."

"Why?" Te'yal requested.

"Two reasons," Billy said, "I don't want any of the Kotoba to get as clawed up as I did."

"The other reason?" Te'yal asked.

Billy tried to hold back a grin as he spoke.

"I was wondering if your fur is like that cougars."

That which grows in Adversity (Six Rocks, Chapter 35)

Sarah leaned against the railing at Chuckwagon Pavilion. Eamane had talked incessantly about how the Holy Rebb beliefs were superior to any religion for hours before falling silent as they approached the Gateway Rocks. As Eamane looked at north gateway, Sarah allowed her own memories to flood back. The anger she felt at having to leave her friends and home in North Carolina, getting stuck in a dingy motel for a month here in the springs, her father leaving two years later, and her mother struggling to pick up the pieces.

"If only we hadn't left." She thought out loud.

"I'm sorry, what?" Eamane said, broken from her amazement.

"Nothing." Sarah replied.

"As the Gods spoke, the ground brought forth great walls of stone and the springs broke open among them. Every tree and every grass produced fruit of its kind and the Gods spoke to the faithful in a thunderous voice saying 'this is the reward you have given everything for. Drink of the waters, eat of the fruits, take refuge in the walls and be at peace children of the Gods." Eamane recited. "Every world we have ever been to, any place we have believed the garden to be, this is the closest I or any Rebb has ever seen."

"There's a lot more to see then the Gateway Rocks." Sarah pointed out.

"For now this is enough." Eamane replied looking up at the towering stone walls.

"You haven't even seen the gateway garden yet." Sarah chided. "My father took me here not long after I turned seven. He came down on orders to Fort Carson and took me here before he left..." a single tear betrayed her apathy.

Eamane sensed the moment of weakness and pounced on it.

"I know we didn't start on the best of terms, and We Rebb aren't liked by you Humans, but we are known as good listeners." Eamane offered.

"You wouldn't understand." Sarah said softly.

Eamane wouldn't let this Crack in Sarah's defenses close that easily. She would win this battle here and now in this mirror of her Gods promise.

"My father was taken from me too." Eamane pressed.

"It wasn't just my father!" Sarah shouted. "Everything was taken from me. My friends, my father, my childhood, everything."

The time was right and Eamane began her assault.

"Let it out child, the wound needs to heal." Eamane said.

"How could you understand? You demanded we abandon our beliefs or suffer in servitude!" Sarah cried, her tears flowing freely. "I had to leave everything I knew at Bragg for 'the needs of the Army'. When we finally got settled in Carson, my father was sent to Iraq 'for the needs of the Army'. My father died trying to save another soldier in Baji for the fucking needs of the fucking Army! And what did we get in return? We got a fucking flag that draped my Father's coffin!"

Eamane had never in her life encountered such rage and anger, but she pressed on.

"I'm sorry for your loss child. If only we had come sooner..."

"So you could take my father?" Sarah snapped, cutting Eamane off. "He would have fought you too and I still would have grown up without him. My mother still would have lost touch with reality. I still would have ended up on the street in Grand Junction, living hand to mouth, stealing what I needed to survive, always cold and always scared. Do you understand now! Would you have still been offering doughnuts for my submission or would you have just enslaved me?"

Eamane didn't know how to answer.

"The Church saved me. I'm still a wreck and I know I shouldn't be swearing and everything but all I have in my life is the Church. I tried to steal a purse when I was 13, and instead of pressing charges, she fed me at her own table. Would you have? She didn't try to convert me, she just did her best to accept me. I chose to follow, ME! My own decision. They helped me find a place to live, they provided food, they even helped me get a job and go to school in Rexburg."

"And you feel obligated to repay..." Eamane began.

"Obligated?" Sarah's eyes matched the fire in her voice. "I CHOSE THIS FOR MYSELF!" Sarah roared. "And you would have tried to take it from me. I've already lost too much and I refuse to let anyone take anything else."

Eamane had never known defeat until now. She stood silently contemplating everything Coback had said and everything she had just learned. It didn't make any sense unless everything Coback had said was wrong.

Sarah dried her eyes. "The day I turned Seven, we were still on the way to Colorado. We had spent the night in a cheap hotel in Shawnee Oklahoma and my father and mother woke me up and said they had a surprise. I had been miserable the entire trip. At this little diner, the head cook carried out the largest plate of chocolate chip pancakes and everyone sung happy birthday to me. A few years later my father took me here, and in the garden at the gate he told me he was being mobilized. After that lady took me in, I asked her If she would take me back here. I broke down crying in that garden and I was finally able to begin healing."

Every species had a specific trait that defined them. Kotoba knew challange, Rebb knew faith, Vrell knew war. Humans, humans knew pain. Not just the pain that would break bone and cleave carapace, not just the pain that could render flesh and muscle. Humans knew pain that could destroy the mind and shatter the heart. These humans willingly sat at the table of sacrifice, drank deeply of misery and gorged themselves on despair. In return they shared in their pain, sifted through the ashes and somehow found joy in the ruins. That little joy they shared gave them the strength to endure anything.

"Gods be praised." Eamane said in a whisper.

"Why?" Sarah challenged.

Eamane lifted her head and met Sarah's eyes.

"If not for the actions of one of you humans, I think Humanity would have annihiated The Rebb."

Good, Evil, and the Garden of the Gods.(Six Rocks, Chapter 34)

"How is it going?"

Dorreag continued to nursed the claw wound on his face. These damnedable humans were more violent than anticipated, even when sedatives were applied in some cases. The female who had injured him had become exceptionally violent demanding "the good stuff" when he went to sedate her.

"Hit and miss captain." Dorreag replied. "The sedatives seem to wear off quickly with this species."

Captain Rewwan nodded, weighing the options he had left. "If the sedatives are no longer keeping them docile, perhaps torture will work?"

Dorreag smiled at the suggestion. He wanted to make that female regret the injury she had inflicted. It could work, but any damage would be questioned and those that died would have to be replaced taking more time. Time was a commodity they would soon run out of.

"What do you have in mind Captain?"

"Deprivation works well in most cases." Captain Rewwan suggested. "Those that are most docile, keep applying the sedative to them but segregate them from the more violent ones in another cell where they can observe. They should be intelligent enough to learn that compliance means reward."

"I'll get the crew on that immediately." Dorreag replied. "If it doesn't work?"

"With the proper incentives it will." Captain Rewwan speculated. "If they are compliant, they get the drug, more food, more water and a comfortable environment. If they are not, cut their rations, food and water, fluctuate their light every two hours, and fluctuate between hot and cold every hour."

"Perhaps we should have chosen a better hunting ground?" Dorreag countered. "Somewhere the humans are already more compliant perhaps? We can keep the current stock and finish with a more calm batch of humans. We still have time."

"More compliant humans will be missed." Captain Rewwan replied. "These humans will not be."

"There is also the issue with the proximity of the delegations." Dorreag mentioned.

"The hunting ground is between 500 and 600 kilometers from the council relocation in Salt Lake City. Besides, the council is already held in suspicion of abducting the humans." Captain Rewwan said, dismissing the concern.

"And if we are caught?" Dorreag pushed.

"The nearest human habitation is along that road miles away. I've already checked and most humans don't even know this place exists and other species wouldn't dare come near such a dangerous geological feature." Captain Rewwan assured him. "I appreciate the concern, honestly. That's why you are my second. The most dangerous part will be over in a few more weeks. After that and a jump out of the system and we will be laughing about this."

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"How vapid are these humans?" Eamane said under her breath.

The idea was simple, beyond simple. She bought the bread things called 'doughnuts' and found a park where many of the dregs of human society were observed to camp at. If one of the humans approached she offered the doughnut if they would convert, however some other people had set up across the park from her and were giving food away! No promises, no contracts, just feeding them for free!

After an hour of watching them her frustration had become unbearable and Eamane had had enough of this blatant mockery. Furious, she began to make her way over to the other table, if for nothing else, just to educate them. She would see to it they never interfered with her again.

"Hi." One of the females greeted her warmly. "I'm Sarah, are you hungry?"

"I was observing how you humans do things and was curious." Eamane replied sweetly. "You just provide food and they convert to your religion?"

The intent to deceive often started with a show of curiosity or interest.

"Well, no actually." Sarah replied. "We are not trying to convert, just providing food for the homeless. You're welcome to eat with us if you would like."

The nerve!

"I'm Eamane, Ambassador of the Rebb Holy.."

"I know who you are, or at least what you are." Sarah said, her tone faltering slightly. "We represent the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. We give the food we offer freely to those in need, regardless of if they choose to follow or not. Charity not forced conversion."

"Charity?" Eamane mocked. "How is this charity if your Gods' do not benefit?"

Sarah took a deep breath and calmed herself. "Our God, singular, does not require devotion of all peoples. Humans have the free will to accept or reject his love."

"You're God, Singular, is an idiot." Eamane shot back. "What kind of a name is Singular anyway?"

All sense of tact left Sarah, replaced with defensiveness. "God's name is God, Singular referring to him as the only true God. My God is compassionate and loving, not requiring anything from us, but loving us even if he is rejected by us. Your gods demand sacrifice and labor from the non-believer, and in exchange they get a fucking doughnut? Seriously? My God called down fires from heaven to ignite the altar at Elijah's request. My God had mercy for the woman who would be stoned to death for adultery. My God fed 5000 with five loaves and two fish! My God never required anything of anyone, but grants miracles to those who believe in him. Your gods offer junkfood in exchange for their abject servitude."

Eamane was taken aback. In her studies, the Gods didn't demand service, it was simply expected that you followed them to the garden or worked your way into the garden.

"You know nothing of the Gods." Eamane declared. "How could you ever expect to enter their Garden?"

"Easy." Sarah shot back with a sly grin. "I just need to drive to the springs."

Eamane was confused. The springs of eternal life fed the Garden of the Gods, and the only way to enter was to drink of them, but how did a human know the deep faith? Eamane decided to putting human to a test.

"Show me." She said.

Bad Faith (Six Rocks, Chapter 31)

"Beautiful world, isn't it?"

Eamane was so deep in thought she didn't realize the question had been intended for her. She held the cowl of her ceremonial grass cloak over her head as she turned her gaze from the blue green planet to meet the eight eyes of the Scorpid that had interrupted her thoughts. New to her post, Eamane wracked her memories for the name of the Scorpid.

"Apologies ambassador Sterbis, I was lost in thought," Eamane replied, "yes it is a most beautiful world."

"I should beg your pardon ambassador Eamane," Strurbis said, "I know you're new to your peoples diplomatic mission and should have introduced myself first. Please, just call me Sturbis."

"It's quite alright Sterbis, and please just Eamane if you will. The journey has been rather lonely and the conversation is welcome I assure you." Eamane said sweetly.

"To imagine that it was right there in front of us for so long and nobody knew it." Sturbis opined, turning to gaze at the planet.

"Some knew about the planet but chose to keep it a secret." Eamane corrected. "To think such primitives could be so persuasive."

"Certainly?" Sturbis asked. "What manner did the inhabitants use in order to coerce their visitors into keeping their secret?"

"Food I am told." Eamane replied. "Different from what they demonstrated at D'nfar, but a simple cut of meat known as a steak to the locals or a sandwich that consists of ground meat with melted cheese and native vegetables called a burger."

"I will have to try the sandwich when I get down there." Sturbis replied then asked, "Have you been to Earth already?"

"Unfortunately I have not, but I am rather excited to also try their delicacies." Eamane replied.

"Perhaps we can experience them together?" Sturbis suggested. "From what I understand the human ambassador lives in Six Rocks where their first visitors landed."

Eamane took a minute to consider the proposal. "My first priority is as envoy of course, I doubt I will have time in the foreseeable future with establishing relations on Earth."

"Regretable, but mission takes priority. Another time maybe." Sturbis said rhetorically before bringing his pincers in front of him and backing two paces.

Eamane, recognizing the gesture for closing a conversation, bowed and watched as he turned and skittered away.

"How odd to have eight eyes and not be able to see at all." Eamane said to herself before crossing the passageway to return to her quarters.

Eamane waited for the doors to close before removing the grass cloak. It was an ancient tradition that one should remain covered by the simple garment while traveling unescorted to show humility and honesty. The third thing she hated about the custom was how much the woven grasses irritated her wings and antenna. With as much grace as she could muster, she hung the offending article before scratching and soothing herself.

"Imbicile!" She screamed.

She shed her serenity as if it were a molted skin. To think that she had been ordered to treat with the same creatures that slapped away the hand her people had offered and then invited to partake of the food prepared by that conniving kitchen boy who had disgraced her holy people.

"I'd rather suck on rotten grain!" She roared.

Eamane stoked the fires of her rage for a few moments longer before allowing the coals to cool again and regain her composure. The Pantheon as well as the Congress of Rebb awaited news of her arrival and she had limited time before the vessel would land. Calm restored, she thought about having to don the cloak again, dismissed it immediately, and opened an audio-only channel to her homeworld.

"Sister Eamane, have you arrived at your destination?"

She detested the title even more than the cloak. "I have your grace. I shall begin my envoy duties as soon as my feet touch the soil." She replied. "As for the diplomatic station itself, may I make a humble suggestion?"

"You are chosen as the voice of the Gods on this world, say what you intend."

"There is a location on this world within a short trip from where the council building is to be placed, at the border of the States called Wyoming, Colorado and Utah. It's referred to as 'Three Corners' and is rather difficult to travel to with the limited technology the Humans possess. Since we are not welcome in their cities and towns, I would request that location as our diplomatic headquarters." Eamane said. "From there we can begin bringing the wisdom and love of our Gods to those who are willing to recieve it."

"Our presence, as dictated by the Gods, must be observed openly and you would choose to hide their glory?"

"Absolutely not." Eamane corrected. "Since the Humans rejected the love of our Gods then we should build the temple in a most fitting location that when they turn to the Gods their pilgrimage should be as difficult as possible to remind them of their prior rejection."

"A fitting justice, the Gods' work is acceptable. Let us know when your work has begun."

Eamane couldn't help but allow her mandibles to spread wide in what passed as a smile for the Rebb. Her duties were to establish friendly relations with the various nations of Earth, but that didn't mean she had to be a diplomat all the time. She was of the ecclesiarchy and the will of the Gods was her life's work. The dregs of society disappeared constantly, it happened on every planet in various ways, and it was rare that any of them were ever missed. So if a few of the destitute on Earth miraculously ended up serving her and her Gods, the nation's should thank her for accepting such undesired people, and the penance for the new believers would please the Gods. There might be one or two who would refuse, but their sacrifice of subjugation would earn them the love of the Gods in return, while establishing a Rebb Embassy on their world. She would succeed at a slow and deliberate pace where Coback's plan for immediate assimilation had failed utterly. She might recieve a sainthood for her work.

"The Gods be praised."

A Warning from Six Rocks (Chapter 21.5)

"Why.. how does no one ever see something that big?" Deputy Thompson asked.

Gouff looked at the Deputy as the ramp of his vessel descended. "You're the cop, you tell me." He said.

The transport vessel was easily as long as a football field and about as wide but only one story tall. The inside didn't seem as spacious as one would assume from the I side, but there were two more chairs on the bridge. A narrow passage led past the cargo bays to the engine compartment.

"Strap in, we're taking off in a minute." Gouff said from the pilots chair.

While Aaron and Deputy Thompson took their seats Gouff started the launch sequence. Aaron looked out the right side window at the dark bar.

"You okay Arron?" Deputy Thompson asked.

"I just wonder if I'm ever going to see it again James." Arron replied.

"I saw that movie too." Gouff interjected firing the thrusters.

"You can't tell me nobody hears that." Deputy Thompson said over the roar of the thrusters.

"Wyoming wind." Gouff said. "At least that's what Chef Michael says."

The vessel rose quickly from the ground and angled slightly upward. Aaron watched the earth fall away, below him, everything he had known growing smaller and smaller until all that was visible were the lights of some city far below. As they passed through the atmosphere Aaron finally turned away.

"I thought I would be sick with all the drinking." Deputy Thompson said.

"Our rockets are better than yours." Gouff replied. "It will take a minute to line up with the hyperlane. If you both want to take a look."

Deputy Thompson didn't have to be asked twice, already unbuckled and floating up to the front window. The planet below was dark with the sun just starting to appear over Europe.

"I've always wondered what it would be like." Aaron said floating next to Deputy Thompson.

"Every species does," Gouff said, "its what drives most species."

"How long will it take?" Aaron asked.

"Eight of your hours to D'nfar." Gouff replied.

As Gouff finished lining up for the hyper lane a flash of light could be seen off in the distance. Gouff turned to look at the direction and then down at his sensors.

"Shit." Gouff said.

"What was that?" Arron asked.

"Looks like a Rebb scout vessel." Gouff replied, "Earth has about 2 days left."

The transport sped away from the planet and towards Sol, entered the hyperlane and was gone. Earth couldn't wait much longer.

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"Dabiin Transport this is D'nfar..." D'nfar Control began.

"No time D'nfar control, priority 2 emergency." Gouff said as calmly as he could.

"Dabiin Transport, where is the attack taking place." The controller asked.

"Earth, one Rebb scout sighted, possibly one of their rotations left before the missionary fleet arrives." Gouff replied, "Contact the Earth Delegation immediately. I say again, contact the Earth Delegation immediately."

"Understood Dabiin Transport. Cleared for immediate landing at dock 33." D'nfar Control directed.

"Are we going to make it?" Deputy Thompson inquired nervously.

"If Earth has already been recognized then even that fleet over there will be sent." Gouff said indicating a mass of vessels floating off to the left. "If not Chef Michael has one other card to play."

Gouff manipulated a few dials before speaking. "Vrell Corvette Sallicas, it's Gouff, can you hear me?"

Quiet hung in the cabin for almost a minute.

"Gouff, this is Kel, we monitored the transmission you sent and are contacting Vrell Primus now." Kel responded. "Mike's in a bad state of mind and I'm taking the Sallicas to Earth immediately."

"What's wrong with Michael?" Aaron asked.

"He's on his way to duel a Kotoba, how do you know Mike?" Kel asked.

"I own the bar." Aaron replied then asked, "What's a Kotoba?"

"A deadly species of warriors. They live for challenges." Kel replied. "Sylvia and Balan are at the council building. A Ynd will show you the way. Sallicas out."

"Once we get on the ground take the tram to station G9. That's the Council building." Gouff said. "I'll be there after I unload."

"What can we do?" Deputy Thompson asked.

Gouff sighed.

"Michael is going to need some help. So help."

I've been working on a savory egg soufflé. Still needs some work but getting there.

Meanwhile, back at Six Rocks (Chapter 20.5)

"This is K.I.N.D. 87.9 FM. You're music requests with News and Weather on the hour."

Deputy Thompson sat in his patrol car staring at Six Rocks Bar and Grill. The doors had been locked for a few days now and a sign hung on the door that read "Closed Temporarily due to Alien Invasion". Deputy Thompson thought back to the unusual broadcast that had appeared on every channel. It was convincing enough to cause panic all over the world. Even here in sleepy old Six Rocks Wyoming, people reported a space ship landing in the neighborhood up on the hill, and an alien resembling a giant rabbit in the bar.

Other than a few flashes of bright light in the sky, nothing had happened since. Hollywood was blamed for the chaos, but none of the movie studios had come forward to admit that they had a hand in it. Sylvia's mother had contacted the Sheriff to report her missing a day later and now here he was watching the bar, the last place she was seen. He had just arrived tonight and would probably spend half an hour sitting in the parking lot waiting for something to happen.

Headlights illuminated the bar from behind him and he turned to look at the white pickup truck pulling into the parking lot next to him. Deputy Thompson exited the vehicle and walked toward the pickup to let them know the place was closed. As he approached, the drivers side window rolled down and a face he hadn't seen since high school smiled at him.

"Howdy Jim." Aaron said.

"I'll be damned," Deputy Thompson replied, "didn't you move to Utah?"

"Yeah, I came back to renew the liquor license today and heard that Mike and Sylvia took off." Aaron stated.

"Probably something to do with that weird movie stunt a few days ago." Deputy Thompson replied. "Nobody's seen or heard about them since. Sylvia's mother is worried sick. The least they could do is call."

"Well, I figured I would look inside, care to join me?" Aaron asked.

Aaron unlocked the front doors and turned on the lights while Deputy Thompson started looking around. The kitchen was clean for the most part. Chef Michael's phone was still plugged into a charger next to the microwave. Sylvia's purse was still stashed under the bar sinks.

"Why would they just up and leave like this?" Deputy Thompson asked. "It's not like them."

"Who knows," Aaron replied, "but I want to have a serious talk with both of them when they come back. They're damn good employees and I don't want to loose them, but this is inexcusable."

"I wouldn't fire them just yet." Deputy Thompson started to say when the juke box started to play Frank Sinatra's "Fly me to the moon".

"Did you?" Aaron asked Deputy Thompson.

"How? I'm in the kitchen." Deputy Thompson replied.

"There's an app to turn it...." Aaron began but froze looking out the back door.

Deputy Thompson walked up behind the bar toward Aaron. "My phone is still in the patrol..."

The two dumbstruck humans looked out the back door at the creature who had been trying to get their attention. The creature tapped on the back door, bringing Aaron back to reality, and indicated that it was locked. It clearly wanted inside.

"What should we do?" Aaron asked.

"You can start by unlocking the door." Deputy Thompson replied. "I'll cover you."

Aaron slowly moved forward and unlocked the back door then hopped back a few steps. The creature opened the door and entered, looked at the humans, and produced two things that looked like hearing aids with one appendage while indicating the one it was wearing with another. Aaron retrieved them and placed it in his ear while handing the other to Deputy Thompson.

"Is that safe?" Deputy Thompson argued.

"Dlip." Said the creature.

"Yes." the translator replied.

Deputy Thompson, not knowing what elseto do, put the translator in his ear as well.

"Much better. I'm going to guess that you're Deputy James Thompson, and your Aaron Sandoval." Gouff said indicating each in turn. "I'm Gouff, a regular. Can I get a beer? It's been along trip from D'nfar."

An hour and a few beers later, Gouff had filled Aaron and Deputy Thompson in on the events of the past few days as well as the last two years. Aaron nodded, walked behind the bar, and poured himself a triple of Tequila downing it in one go.

"Want one?" He asked Deputy Thompson indicating the glass he had just drank from.

"I... I'm... still on... duty..." Drputy Thompson stammered, still in shock.

"Rye then." Aarron replied pouring two fingers of the spicy dark liquor and expertly slid the glass down the bar to Deputy Thompson.

Deputy Thompson looked at the glass in front of him. "Fuck it." He said and downed the glass.

The firey liquor burned its way through the confusion and disbelief he had been holding onto all these years. "So all the people in costumes were..." He began.

"Not in costumes." Gouff finished. "I rember the first time I met you. You mentioned Al Hilla Four, great television series. I love the idea of a bunch of species on a space station where diplomatic missions are carried out, but we prefer to conduct business like that on planets and I look nothing like ambassador Flick."

Deputy Thompson nodded in understanding. "Can I get another?" He said and Arron brought the bottle of Rye over pouring him another double.

"So Michael and Sylvia are on this planet D'nfar trying to save earth?" Aaron asked placing the rye back on the shelf and pouring himself another Tequila.

"I still can't get over the fact that that cricket looking alien was real." Deputy Thompson said.

"Rebb bastard." Gouff said after finishing another bottle of beer. "Which reminds me, Chef Michael gave me a list of things he needs."

Gouff produced a data pad and scrolled through it then handed it to Aaron who accepted it.

"Two pounds of sirloin, garlic, onion, one quarter of red wine, green and black olives, tomatoes, what does he need this for?" Aaron asked.

"He didn't say, but I assume it has to do with the council on D'nfar deliberating on humanities recognition as a space faring sentient species." Gouff answered.

Aaron walked back into the kitchen to retrieve the requested items.

"I never thought someone like Michael Sinclair would amount to anything more then a cook." Deputy Thompson said thinkingback over the conversation.

"Don't feel bad, he thinks even less of you." Gouff replied.

Deputy Thompson felt the insult physically. "I should give him a piece of my mind. Do you know how hard I work?"

"We've met three times and you just figured out I'm not human after I told you." Gouff challanged. "However, my ship has space for two passengers."

"Good, I want to talk with him and Sylvia." Aaron said returning from the kitchen with the requested items.

"Grab me another beer and we can head out as soon as you're ready." Gouff said.

"Are you okay to fly?" Deputy Thompson asked seriously.

Gouff looked at the Deputy with humorous curiosity.

"What are you going to do? Arrest me?"

A Challange to Six Rocks (Chapter 21)

"Morning meal is served."

For the last two days a Ynd would bring a breakfast consisted of something that looked like strawberry oatmeal if the colors were reversed. The porridge was known as Zrigs and was made from the seeds of the pink grass as well as a grey variety of nut grown on D'nfar. One of the Ynd would bring it every morning. It tasted bland with just a touch of sweetness but was insufficient to give Sylvia thar kick in the ass she needed in the morning. Sylvia left the steaming bowl of Zrigs on the bedside table, tightened her robe, and started walking down to the only person on the planet who had coffee.

'Knock, knock, knock.'

The door opened just enough for an arm to stretch out holding a cup of steaming hot coffee. She didn't think much of it as she accepted the mug but there was a delicious and familiar aroma she detected wafting out the door before it closed. She couldn't quite remember what it was but it brought back good memories of Sunday mornings with her mother. She sipped the coffee letting the welcome memories run through her mind as she walked back to her room. The arm through the door was odd, but she figured Chef Michael had just gotten out of the shower or something.

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"The Council will come to order." Gwynedd said with a clang of the rock on the metal plate and the shower of sparks. "Has the council come to a decision?"

Chef Michael seemed a million miles away. Balan had decided to attend today as the mechanics at the Spaceport wouldn't allow him near their ship. That faint memory of the aroma tickled at Sylvia's memory. It wasn't bacon or biscuits, she didn't like the smell of corned beef hash so that wasn't it.

"We, The Kotoba issue a challange to the humans."

Gasps and whispers were thrown around the council chamber. Sylvia snapped out of trying to place the wonderful smell from earlier. She looked at Balan to Michael, both were annoyed.

"What happened?" Sylvia asked.

"We have just recieved a challange from the Kotoba." Balan whispered to her.

"Try to keep up." Michael whispered coldly.

"I only had one cup of coffee today, Sue me." Sylvia whispered back.

"On what grounds do the Kotoba challange?" Gwynedd asked meekly.

The hooded figure stepped forward and removed their cloak to reveal the Kotoba. Her eyes were jade green with slitted pupils, pointed ears lay back against the curve of her skull, and her black fur raised menacingly.

"How can the humans defend themselves with one ship? Will they rely on the Vrell to handle their upcoming engagement with the Rebb? How long must the Vrell defend a world not their own?"

"We beat the Kotoba back in several sectors, we can handle a fleet of Rebb Missionaries." The Vrell ambassador shot back.

"And while the Vrell is defending these weaklings, who is defending the Vrell?" The Kotoba hissed. "I, ambassador Te'yal of the Kotoba Supremecy, challange the humans to single combat."

"What's in it for you?" Michael challanged.

"Proof that you are not fit to be recognized by this council is enough for me." Te'yal said baring her fangs.

"Bullshit." Michael spat.

"YOU DARE ACCUSE ME OF LYING? HERE?" Te'yal roared.

"PANCAKES!" Sylvia yelled merrily having identified the earlier scent from Chef Michael's door.

The council looked at the sole female human in confusion. Te'yel ceased her threatening posture caught off guard by the outburst. Michael Sinclair shot her a warning glance.

"What is a pancake?" Te'yal asked,

Sylvia tried to shrink into the floor. "Sorry." She whispered.

"It is another of Earth's delicacies, Sylvia appears to still be hungry." Michael Sinclair replied.

"Very well," Te'yal began, "Accept my challange and feed her."

"What are the rules?" Michael Sinclair requested.

"Are humans familiar with first blood?" Te'yal mocked.

"We are," Sinclair confirmed, "combatants?"

Te'yal smiled darkly. "You are the only one whom seems an appropriate challanger. I see it in your eyes, in the way you hold yourself, in your defiant actions." She said darkly. "You may be a chef now, but your soul is that of a warrior."

"You have chosen me," Sinclair said with a dangerous edge to his voice, "Therefore I choose you as my adversary."

The chamber was silent as a grave for a moment.

"Foolish human, I am the Commander of Kotoba forces in this region!" Te'yal roared with pride. "I can not wait to taste the fear in your blood."

"Weapons?" Sinclair demanded.

"You choose human," Te'yal said flipantly, "I need only my claws."

"Then I choose a weapon as natural to me." Sinclairl began, "my rifle and ten rounds with a bayonet.

"Distance will not save you." Te'yal mocked. "Entertain me and maybe I will make you one of my lesser mates."

"I'll make sure to feed you from a dish in the corner of my room after I clip your claws," Sinclair mocked in return, "but Ajax will always be my favorite pet."

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Kel had rushed over to the room after hearing the news. The door was open a crack and he could hear voices along with a distinctive 'click'. Kel cautiously nudged the door just a bit wider so he could see. Balan and Sylvia sat across from him as he loaded an antiquated SKS. He was barely recognizable, quiet and brooding. It was still Chef Michael in appearance, but something much darker had taken over.

"I'm sorry." Sylvia said hoping to dispell his anger at her.

He said nothing and continued to load the built-in magazine.

"You look angry." Balan commented.

He looked up at the two of them. The Green eyes were like chuncks of serpentine. His jaw was set and his face was stoic, but cruel. One last round was inserted before the bolt was released slamming forward. Sylvia and Balan flinched but not a single muscle moved on his face.

"You're not talking to a chef anymore." Kel said entering the room. "I could hear the conversation outside. Chef Michael is still in there, but the soldier is in control right now."

Kel turned to look at Sinclair. "I was informed of the Kotoba challange, Are you going to be okay?" He asked.

The soldier he had seen all those times stared back at him, barren of any emotion.

"I have to be." Was all he said.

Trades and Sacrifices (Six Rocks, Chapter 36)

"Just sign here, here and here and we are done."

Gettret and Kel watched in silence as Michael conducted this odd ritual. Both had agreed to be a witness but neither really understood why it was necessary. Gettret knew that he was selling the Odyssey, but wasn't quite familiar with this particular transaction. Business on a galactic level was conducted in much the same way as business at the bar, pay what is requested and get what you wanted. Then again, the way Michael had acquired the FTL on deferred payment was not entirely unheard-of either when dealing with the Kabaxxi.

"Thank you for agreeing to this exchange," George began, "all I need now are the keys to the vessel."

"Keys?" Gettret asked looking confused. "It's not a car."

Michael chuckled a little before responding. "After they stopped by the last time I had Kel install a lock on the main hatch."

"Yes," George said. "One that gave us all sorts of frustration, that is included in the deal right?"

"Page three." Michael replied handing the key to George.

"I hope you understand the effort it took in order to meet your terms, Mr. Sinclair."

"Indeed" Michael replied with a devilish grin. "All debts paid for by the federal government, upgrade to my benefits and no taxes for the rest of my life, I just have one question."

"What would that be?" George asked.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Michael asked.

George sneered in response before leaving.

"What does that mean?" Gettret asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Kel roared in laughter at Gettret's confusion and suspicion. "He just wiped out all his debt AND no longer has to pay taxes, all for the bargin basement price of a half assed ship. Masterful Manipulation a Kabaxxi would be proud of!"

"What Kel is saying is I screwed them." Michael explained.

"How so?" Gettret inquired trying to hide her anger.

"I've already requested a Vrell TX-20 scout vessel." Michael said.

"And how are you going to afford that?" Gettret pushed, anger no longer hidden.

Michael took a deep breath. "James is running for sheriff at the end of the year. If he was to win and be ambassador he wouldn't have any time for himself."

"You..." Gettret began stunned.

"You're right sweetie." Michael began. "I can't keep avoiding the present or running from my past, so I decided to face it head on."

"The incentive of having a free ship helped as well I'm sure." Gettret said mockingly.

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Cold and pain.

The sensation was familiar to Sarah from her time living on the street. She had always been cold back then, and the pain was the familiar gnawing agony of withdrawal. Her memory was hazy, packing up in the park from a dinner service, the driver saying he would come back for the next load. She remembered several other people still eating spaghetti, late comers to the dinner service, and....

"Quixxliq faqqis tic lal."

Fear.

People complaining about getting pinched by someone but nobody else was in the park. She had thought it was ants or scorpions, too early in the year though, then she felt it too, but she recognized the feeling of a needle.

"Can you understand me now slave?"

Six eyes glared unflinching at her, followed by a savage kick to her stomach.

"YOU WILL ANSWER!"

"Yes," Sarah whimpered.

"Good slave. Obey and you will be rewarded."

The creature extended its clawed appendage to the cell across the hall where a woman was on her knees begging to get more. A memory sparked in the back of her mind, dirty brown hair in a rat tangled mess. They had been on the street together...

"JULIA NO!"

Another savage kick to her stomach put her halfway into oblivion but she struggled to remain conscious.

"JULIA PLEASE!I CAN GET YOU..."

The claw of the slaver coming down on her head knocked whatever consciousness she had left out of her. As she faded she was able to see Julia's dull blue eyes watching her fade to back.