debris floats within 10
lightyears of this system I want to know immediately, I just don’t want to make
a habit of checking surveillance reports myself.”
“I’ll make you aware of anything that pops up, but
thus far it’s pretty dead out here.”
“I hope for our sake it stays that way. I can’t turn
this place into Epsilon Eridani overnight.”
“I’ll give you a week.”
“Gracious of you,” the Count replied with equal sarcasm.
“Though I suppose I should also inform you now that a detachment from Clan
Sangheili is within the convoy. They have orders to establish a separate
presence here, a pure startup of their own. I don’t know where that leaves your
chain of command.”
“Sangheili? Interesting, but not a problem. I’d been
told you were in full command?”
“I am, but you know how the Clans like to do their own
thing.”
“And Sangheili likes to be the first to jump the gun
whenever possible,” the Archon said with some chagrin.
“And you are what Clan?”
“Clan Joanna. The rest of the Archons here are a mix
with no official Clan function on this mission. May I ask who made the
addition?”
“The Director added it at the last minute before we
left.”
“Well then, no arguing that. He must have something
good in mind.”
“He always does. They have a padawan with them. Will
she take lead or will you retain it? I can work either way, I just didn’t want
to make assumptions.”
“A padawan? No mage?”
“No, but she’s already completed her apprenticeship.”
“Baby mage then,” Klevin mewed. “If her duties are
Clan specific then I’ll maintain operational command. If not we’ll figure it
out. We don’t actually bicker about that sort of thing.”
“Arm wrestle?”
“No,” the Archon said, shaking his head slowly. “I’m
glad there’s someone here now that’s stronger than me. It’ll give me a
challenging sparring partner.”
“If anyone other than an Archon said that I’d assume
it was innuendo, but with you guys I know better.”
The Archon smiled. “Sorry, Count. We won’t be helping
you boost the population numbers…though others are doing an admirable job of it
right now.”
“A population surge request?”
“No, I gave none. They’ve volunteered themselves to
it.”
Jeyron cringed. “It’s that boring out here, isn’t it?”
“I can’t speak to that. My work is essentially the
same everywhere I go.”
“Diminished workforce?” Jeyron asked, knowing that if
a lot of the female population were pregnant they’d be incapacitated for at
least a short period of time.
“Yes, but nothing too worrisome. Filling out the
maturias sooner rather than later seemed more prudent, so I didn’t interfere.
Most of the women are being responsible about it and taking breaks in between
pregnancies, so we’re not losing whole chunks of population. They’re
coordinating an alteration pattern on their own.”
“Wise of them.”
“They’re Star Force. Should you expect less?”
“Perhaps not, but I’m also used to dealing with raw
civilians who are less…insightful in their mating habits.”
“We don’t have any raw civilians out here…save for the
younglings.”
“How far along is the first maturia?”
“They’re 8 years old.”
The Count nodded. “A good start then.”
“I assume I can officially relinquish master builder
activities?”
Jeyron smiled. “I officially relieve you, Archon. You
can get back to full training now.”
Klevin bowed gratefully. “Much appreciated. I’ll meet
you at the spaceport when you land and give you a proper tour.”
“Looking forward to it,” the Count said as the
transmission cut off…then he noticed the Captain giving him an odd look. “What?”
“Mating habits?”
“Sounds more professional than fucking.”
“Sounds like something you shouldn’t need to worry
about.”
The Count shrugged. “Population statistics are
something we have to