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We went into the commons room and I grabbed a salad. I asked, "Achilles? That thing that it fired at us... what was it?"

"I'm not sure." He projected a vague image into my visual cortex showing something that looked like a black lollipop on a stick. "Its energy level was a thousand times ours, but it wasn't anti-matter powered. No hard gamma. It's power source was unique. Also, I've never heard of shield strength like that. Its force-fields seemed sort of unrealistic. How do you shield from a meson gun? Judging by it's mass I'd say it was a small warship. It must have been part of their crustal defense. And judging by its actions and the propaganda it broadcast at us. It may have had Grandfather tech, but if it did it's new to us."

Grandfather was a Droyne, a normally pastoral species, but he was the worst thing that could ever happen to a sentient race - the birth of a super-being (hatched in this case - Dryone laid eggs). Four hundred thousand years ago he force-evolved the human race because he needed laborers. He also created the Vargr out of wolves for the same reason. He was immortal, and had awesome psionic powers. He had thirty-six grandchildren, then realized that was a mistake because they where interfering with his experiments. The resulting war of extermination is why there are so many asteroid belts in our spiral arm.

"Well it's dead now," Mark said. "We can can take comfort in that."

"It's power outlay was seventh order, but no spikes in the regions I expected," said our quantum super-computer. "Quite frankly, I'm perplexed."

Mark hugged me, and muttered "How did we ever win against that?"

"They don't have transporters, and can't bottle anti-matter is my best guess," said Achilles. Matter inversion was one of Mankind's proudest achievements - next to money and the spear and club and bronze and things. Hearing Achilles describe it, it was almost like hierophany. I put my palms to my face and shuddered, fox ears flickering, thinking how close we had come to not being around any more. I said "Whatever they are, it seems they aren't more advanced than us - just different. Not like the Ruin Race or the Abandoners!"

"Can we get debris to study?", Mark asked.

"No, we pretty much molecularised it," Achilles responded.

I moved back close to my favorite human, hoping to be hugged again. I said "Mark, I'm worried."

"Don't be afraid." Mark looked at me, a sneaky grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "It's me you have to fear."

Mark was one of the two percent of humans who where suitable to be soldiers, but weirdly he could also be a scout. He had three times the strength of a normal man, was a super-genius, a tri-chromat, a super-fast healing immortal, and they polished his DNA in a dozen other ways. And I trusted him....

I thwacked him with my tail and hugged him, since he seemed slow to take the hint. Mark had guy needs every day, and I was good with that (I loved showing him affection), and it was times like this that made my nipples come erect and the warm tinglies fill my underbelly. And it was also times like this that I cursed my genetic destiny - why did Japan make my kind this way before it was blown off the map? I mean it felt like every part of me was an erogenous zone, from my hair down to my toes. Still I had to giggle softly, and then cover my mouth while looking down demurely and blushing slightly. But anyway, I snuggled up into him, wagging my tail, and he snuggled back.

"Guys, get a room. I'll cover for you," Achilles said. "I understand, sort of."

Super-thought beings like Achilles didn't say stuff like that very often, so I took it as good advice. I smiled up at Mark, my tail wagging. I grabbed his hand and dragged him towards my stateroom.

"Dana!" he exclaimed, a little frantically. But I could only grin. He tussled my hair and held himself back, teasing me. "You're so cute, Dana" I let him go and stomped my left foot - making my boobies jiggle a little - and glared at him, my hands going to my waist and elbows wide. "I am not cute!" I exclaimed.

"I am so doomed", Mark muttered, giving up the game and following me meekly into the stateroom. I frowned, and reminded him "You do know that when I'm on my period I can read your mind."

"Yes Dana, I know that fully well" he said, then added "Achilles, calculate. We'll be back soon."

I wagged my tail, and murred "Come on then stud, let's hop into bed." My room was beautifully decorated with Mark's artwork - the kind of paintings only a tri-chromat could create. And he followed the Genesis model - with people around water and birds in the air and all that. As I always did, I got on my knees and said my prayers, kneeling at the side of my bed. Then I got up and turned towards him, slowly pulling my shirt up as I grinned at him. He smiled back at me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me, making me kick my left leg up. I wagged my tail and twitched my ears and sighed happily - I was so gonna get laid!