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"So, who should I take?" The Iguana Slave Master paced his study while partially ignoring his Second-in-Command.

"Well, I would take Mac and Vector for sure. A flyer and a scout would come in handy should Tara break free in a rage. Then I would take your nester for a comfort provider and babysitter." The grey Fox filled a couple glasses with Earth Brandy, the ice cubes cracking gently from the warmer liquid.

"Really?" Collector stopped his circling to glance at him.

"Yes, Sir. Mac knows those little devices and can talk to us should he need."

"Phones?"

"Those, yes." Richard shivered as he did not want to become like the humans he had witnessed, being attached so deeply to a piece of technology that they lose contact with reality did not sit well with his psyche. "Then there are my choices for temporary leadership."

"Oh?"

"The Mouse and Mitch." The Fox passed one glass over as he took a sip of alcohol himself and cringed from the burn.

"The Mouse is too much of an arse-licker to take this amount of responsibility. Mitch though?"

"It would do him some good, this position changed me. Who knows, he may actually grow some gonads and toughen up."

"True... I'll trust your choice with Mitch. Then there is security."

"William will take the away team; we settled that early on. But here?"

"Butch wants to retire, I can't promise him the farm life he wants, but I am sure I can get him to become an instructor. I think we should let him choose the lead here."

"Very well."

A knock on the door silenced their conversation, William came in bouncing like a puppy. The Wolf was all smiles.

"Don't know how he did it, but Max got his sisters to join you to Earth."

"Us, Security Lead."

"Gre- wait, what?" The Wolf sobered up quickly and stared at his Master. "Security Lead? Does this mean I move up the pecking order?"

"It does, for now. While Richard and I are... busy after the Council ceremonies, you will be in charge of taking care of Max and his sisters. Sightseeing, the works, so don't screw this up."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Go select your team of four. Remember that they will have to keep Tara under watch."

"Yes, Sir."

"Go."

"Oh, right. Thank you." Will bowed then turned tail leaving his superiors chuckling over their drinks.

"Extra mouths," Richard chuckled as the door closed. "Not surprising at all, really."

"Agreed. I will let you gather the go-team while I tend to Tara. I want to get to the shipyard early so we can leave sooner."

"If we must."

"First, we drink." Collector grinned as he sipped again.

Thirty minutes later, the duo half stumbled in different directions to fulfill their tasks. While packing was done, the few pre-decided slaves were busy prepping for the drive and flight. Tara was pushing for answers for her going with her Master. He only smiled and told her not to worry. She huffed and gently put her harness in a large duffel bag. The collar she was wearing was a handcrafted gift from the Second of the Cat Slave-Councilor, Char'zi. The Mouse, Niah, was starting her own labor pains and should be declared travel worthy by this afternoon. Nobody liked the idea, but she decided to do this on her own, she was not going to miss the ceremony.

The Mansion was a flurry of activity as new leadership was set along with threats to said new leadership that made the Otter cringe and stand straight. With things being packed away into their Master's car. Once it drew silent, the slaves gathered as their Master sipped at an Earl Gray and checking his go bag. Richard was issuing last minute orders and checking his own check list. Karen and Roger were going through tasks with their new hires.

The Draskians were already heading down to the garage and loading themselves. They were loading in a longer cage to avoid multiple vehicles. Max and his sisters had just joined the elder Slaver as he nodded to his Second to wrap things up. The oldest slaves, the ones that had grown old beside their Master hugged him and wished him safe travels and promised to make sure the Otter stayed in line. He chuckled and thanked them then turned tail and headed for the car. The travel group ran ahead of their Master and climbed into the cage with the exception of Will whom stayed beside his Master and his pups.

Collector hated to admit that the Wolf looked good in his mentor's armor. He hated to think that this armor would be replaced after the ceremony with better quality, but safety was everything to the Public Eyepiece of the Galactic Slavers Guild. Showing off had to be a thing. Will and Richard sat close to their Master as Max and his sisters piled in how ever they could to fit properly. The girls giggled as they looked at the Fox dressed up like a blue-collar worker. He just stared solemnly at them then decided to just ignore them.

"Sir. I went ahead and called the Port; the Spartan is standing by and the cargo bay is primed for us to pull right in. They will be expecting an escort outside of orbit to travel at military speed. They plan on being at Earth in the early evening."

"Thank you, Richard. You heard that, Roger?"

"Yes, sir. I am adjusting the flight plan accordingly. Does the cage have the requested blankets, Richard?"

"They do, including Tara's fur. She insisted that come."

"The young were put in there, correct?" Collector tried not to seem worried about them.

"Your children are safely tucked under their uncle's wings." Richard smiled watching the Iguana relax. "Max, I assume your ordeals are in order?"

"Indeed, despite the laws here, I left my Second in command." Max smiled grimly as he checked a data pad that vibrated on his lap. "At least the Alphas' are wishing safe travels. Are you sure I cannot bring one slave?"

"You will have your claws filled with enough worry to watch one slave. Besides, we have a small space in that cage, and you will need that space when we return. I told you that you will be receiving a Council Gift. It is your first chance to become a full-fledged Slaver. Now, stop questioning your Mentor and buckle up."

Max sniffed lightly then did as he was told. "There are times I wish I was mature."

"Enjoy your youth while you can, son." Will smiled then handed something to his girls. "I had those since I was first banished, they were your mother's earrings. The only keepsake I have had from my free days. Keep them safe girls and share them."

Will tapped his ear and huffed. "Char'zi and Niah are proud parents of one male cheetah patterned Mouse. They are heading to their car and will meet up with us on the Spartan once the mother is resting in the med bay."

"Thank you, share our congrats, if you would."

"Congrats are sent." He pulled the nearly invisible wire from his ear and looked at his Master. "If I may, will you be honest with me with this choice?"

Richard chuckled along with their Master. "How else are you going to spend time with your son out in public?" The Fox beat the Iguana to the words.

William dropped his ears back and fought to find any word to protest with but found none. Collector patted his shoulder then glanced outside. The ride had gone fast, the shipyard was in sight and the Spartan could be seen like a beacon. Another minute or two they would be leaving the vehicle. A blare of a horn behind them and a Mouse hanging slightly out of the window alerted them to the Councilman catching up. Richard took the opportunity to hang out the window and wave back. It did not take long for the landing procedures to start as they drew near the cargo bay. The cage hover-ports hissed as they protested the air pressure inside the ship and bucked slightly prompting Roger to land.

The crew greeted them and quickly unhooked the cage and dragged it to a lock pad then opened the cage. Collector stepped out of the car and watched the few slaves stretch and greet the crew. Tara and her young went to Collector and nuzzled him. The twins mumbled still not being able to fully speak yet but they both wanted to be picked up. He picked up his son while Tara took her daughter. Gregory stuck out his long tongue at his sister as she pouted.

"Where did you pick that up at? Uncle Richard, I bet."

The little boy shrunk in his daddy's arms then looked at the crowd behind his father.

"Da?"

"Hmm?" Collector turned to the side so he could see what the boy was looking at. "Oh! Those are the Bear people; you will see many where we will be going. Tara, I'll see you two in our room. Gregory and I will walk the ship for a bit."

"As you wish. Just remember his age, dear, even if they are growing quickly... they are only a few days old."

"I know. We won't be long. Just going to visit a couple of the males."

"Enjoy." Tara grabbed her daughter in her mouth then slowly made it to her Master's room.

"Gentlemen, how is the vessel preforming today?" Collector said as he joined the group noticing that the Captain was not among them.

"Sir! Acceptable, Sir!" One of the older males straightened up and stood at military attention.

"At ease, solider, this is not an army." The Iguana was short compared the Bears, he assumed they averaged seven-foot-tall with their bushy ears on top of their heads.

"Habit, Sir." The older male said as Collector sat his son down.

"This is little Gregory, he and his sister, unfortunately, are declared breeders by the Council. Should anyone need some attention and you know you can be gentle, let me know. They need the training. Oh yes, I would also like to warn the crew ahead of time if you are willing to share, I will be declared a High Council member once we get to Earth so start expecting changes to come to the Spartan. Not that I want them, but I am sure we are going to have to accommodate guests. Along with... active slaves. I have a feeling that there will be races that strike the Fight or Flight in us so be prepared for that as well. Enjoy the quiet while we have it."

"Sir!"

Collector sighed. "Come, son, we need to get back to Mommy." Gregory wobbled as he took his steps. "Tail behind you and up. There you go."

They slowly walked to their room, though Gregory demanded to be picked up at the last stretch. As he made it up to the door, he found Niah leaning against the frame with a grin.

"About time. 'Zi wants to see you and Tara alone, he has cleared out the mess hall and is waiting on you two. I shall watch the lovely pair as I need to feed my own."

"Very well. Just be careful with them, they are starting to teethe already."

"Of course, Master Richard, enjoy your time."

Collector rolled his eyes then entered the room just as the ship started to move. He did not feel it, he heard the gravity generators start up. Tara got up as soon as she saw him and joined him in the quiet walk to the mess hall. They silently pondered about the reasoning behind this meeting and hoped it was not about the young.

As they entered the near abandoned room, Char'zi cleared his throat then motioned them to the table he was sitting at. There at the table stood a holocaster, as they approached, he pressed the button to bring forth the image of Councilman One.

"Greetings, Councilman Ten, though your Draskin will not recognize me right off, she will know that what I say is true. The king is gone."

"What!" Tara did her best to keep from screaming.

"The body has not been found. The queen voluntarily gave herself and what young she had with her to the Guild... or rather you and your student. I wanted her present to get her emotions in check before the ceremonies in a few days. I assume you have her male sibling with you?"

"We do, as back up should someone get too emotional." Collector said calmly despite Tara growling next to him.

"I will assume you have told him already."

"Correct."

"Very well. You and your protégé will be receiving a total of seven slaves. The adult, as you know, will be under the care of Maxwell and the rest can be divvied out however you please. Do note that these slaves will not be registered as breeders. Disateradae, nu'un aut juh tunta. I do hope I pronounced that correctly."

"Never think you're alone. That is the best translation. Father always whispered that when we were frightened. My mother shared that with you?"

"It was written with your Master's name as the addressee."

Tara fell to her haunches and closed her eyes.

"Will we know if her father is found?" Collector said calmly knowing the truth already.

"Unknown. We shall meet soon. Good travel." The High Councilman flickered to nothingness leaving the three beings alone in the gentle hum of the engines several decks below them.

A heavy sniff came from the dragon, the cheetah moved back a few paces, and her mate reached around her chin to cradle her head.

"What he did not say..."

"Father is dead." A tear rolled down her cheek onto Collector's shoulder. "He only called me by my full name when something was wrong. Either I was in trouble or... someone we loved was about to die. This time it was him saying goodbye."

"Do you wish to be alone?"

"No, I would prefer a distraction though."

"'Zi, will it be alright?"

"Tend to her. I have nothing else for you right now. We shall talk at the meal tonight."

Collector nodded then nudged Tara onto her feet then guided her back to her room. On the way, Dianos joined them worrying about his sister. Not a word was spoken, but the message was clear. They went into the Master's room and got comfortable; this is where the dragoness started to bawl, both males tried to comfort her. It was Dianos that spoke up.

"I guess you learned the truth as to why both of us are going back to Earth."

"Nmincas, both of you."

Dianos looked at his Master and shook his head. "We kept it from you to make sure you would not cause mayhem on the dog planet."

Tara clenched her jaw and claws before taking a deep breath. "How could you!"

"It... it was hard, sister, very. I had to mourn in private, which is hard to come by as is." Dianos sighed. "Brother, will you allow us to properly mourn?"

"Yes. Would you like to use this room?"

"Please."

"Don't cause too much trouble."

"Stay! Please..." Tara caught herself as she shouted at him. "You are family... my mate... please."

"Very well. I will stay, but I will try to stay out of the way."

Tara started to say something, but her brother stopped her. "Thank you, my brother, I know it makes you uncomfortable, but it says a lot that you are willing to stay with us."

An hour of prayer in the traditional language of the Draskins and a small amount of self-bleeding, the two siblings wiped away tears and held each other. Dianos kept apologizing afterwards¬ in all the languages he had come to learn. Tara would not answer him. She turned to the new oversized bed and climbed onto it and buried her head under her wing.

"Let her be, Dianos. Come, let's take the children and be a family while she rests." Collector sighed as the drake made a motion to join his sister.

"Alright."

They took the children away from Niah, who was nursing her own in the hallway without a care and made their way back to the cargo hold where they found an old ball bearing the size of a human's fist. Dianos began to roll it with his tail loving the fact he already caught the eyes of the little ones. He batted it a short way from himself and got Gregory to chase it. The lad tackled it and tried to pick it up. The weight proved a little too much for him, but he found that he could push it. A sharp laugh broke from his muzzle as he pushed it with all his might to his uncle. Dianos batted it closer to Merrla and tried to get her to push it back. She just cowered and let her brother have it.

"What's wrong, my little Sky Fire?" Dianos asked softly.

Merrla whimpered then dashed to her father.

"Are you scared of your Uncle Dianos?" Collector twisted slightly to look at his daughter. She just pressed her face against him. "Ah, he's not so bad. You will love him the more you get to know him."

She just whimpered again.

"There you are!" A familiar voice shouted across the room. "How is the little Master holding up?" The captain came up to the group full of smiles.

"Vortan, hello. I'm doing well, thank you. How about you?"

"Better. We left the first time with anger in the back of my mind, but I saw the change it did to my boy. Thank you. He is actively searching the extranet for a lady friend." Vortan ground his heel into the floor as he looked over to the Draskin.

"I hint an extra motive here."

"Yes. I wish to ask for shore leave for my grandson. On... on Earth." Vortan grimaced as he fought a shiver. "He has expressed his wish on learning about the Slavers Guild."

"Captain, it's your ship. Choose what you think best. In my opinion, the entire crew should get a little vacation. We'll be on Earth for at least three weeks. So, it should be enough time to get a full system check and a resupply."

"It has been awhile since the crew has had some down time..." Vortan smiled as he thought. "So, is that a 'Permission Granted?' Because I know I would not mind it myself."

"It is."

The Bear smiled. "Thank you."

"Is there anything else you need my permission of?"

"Yes. I have heard of your likings of slave accommodations and would like your opinion of a couple blueprints and choose which one you would like to see."

"Sure. Dianos, you can handle a little babysitting. Right?"

"No problem. It will do them some good."

"Thanks. Lead the way, good sir."

Vortan walked away with Collector on his tail.

"I've never really gotten to know your people. If I may, where is your origin planet?" Collector asked as he followed the Bear through the corridors.

"Don't rightly know. Spacer through and through. Every single one I have tried to talk to at ports clam up on the subject." Vortan slowed a little and huffed. "I guess it is a huge secret from outsiders. Tried talking to the Guild once, got nothing."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I wonder if I would have a chance to dig something up..." Collector sighed as well.

"No offense but doubt it. Here's my office, make yourself at home and watch the rug. It likes long nails."

As Collector entered the room, he immediately noticed the feral large cat skin on the floor with the head aimed right for the entrance. The large canines glistened as though the teeth were still wet and ready for prey. He looked around and saw similar trophies on the wall.

"Hunter?"

"Tradition. Each new captain adds a single trophy to the room. Mine is behind the desk, an old Elk from Earth. Paid a pretty penny to have that S.O.B. cloned and fattened just for me. Many don't remember the old Earth days when there were plenty of animals roaming around. Now only insects and birds that I know of."

"Not true. There are areas where some exist in the wild still. They are government-controlled reserves but still..."

Vortan sat and smiled then turned on the mini holo-projector. The blueprints opened and he shifted through them. "Glad to hear that. This one allows us to confine slaves but allow them free movement as well. It would add a new deck which would be the slave quarters. A kitchen, laundry room, and living area. This next one adds more showers and entertainment along with holdings near the entertainment centers. This one allows slaves access to the full ship. The third is less you. This has the plans to have punishment rooms and cages."

"The first two I truly like, the third will be necessary. Combine them. If it means that the ship is dry-docked for a while, then so be it. You have seen my ways, do what you think is best. Of course, I will always have my chosen few that will always be welcome with me, but there will be those that will need punishment of the 'standard' means."

"That would mean months of dry-dock..."

"Considering I will have my training here then my training of my apprentice, I will be busy. Should I have need of space travel, I can always go through the Guild. Right now, it seems that Public Relations will not require much travel as relations on Valhan and her territories need some assistance and all."

"Very well." Vortan smiled and looked at a tablet. "Well, looks like a dragon has been found asking the staff about a little female. Shall we hunt down your daughter?"

"Absolutely. We don't want her venting the crew into space."

"She's that smart?"

"If she's anything like her parents... then yes. But we still don't want an accident, even if she is not very intelligent."

"I will have my security do a sweep and notify the crew. I'll let you tend to your slaves."

As Collector went to find Dianos, he found Richard and Niah with two little bundles. One was nursing off the Mouse the other was trying to tug on the Fox's ear. He told them to keep an eye out for the missing child. Both of them nodded then changed their path. Collector went back down to the cargo bay and looked around there hoping to find Dianos searching the room. There was nothing to show for the drake. He grumbled then called out for his daughter.

"Merrla! Are you in here, my little Sky Fire?" He grinned as he heard a gentle scrape of claws on the floor. "Merrla? Come on out."

The rustling sounded again, he had her. She hid between two large crates trying not to make a sound.

"Come on out here, my dear. Then we shall go back to mommy."

He did not hear the scratching again. He bent down to look into the small space and looked in. He grinned as he saw her sleeping. He grabbed her by the tail and gently pulled her out. He picked her up and smiled knowing that she outsmarted her uncle showed that she had the intelligence he loved in his slaves. He made his way to the halls hoping that he would run into some of the staff. As he cradled the little ball of scales, he noticed she was feeling rather warm. He decided to search for the med bay instead. Luckily, there were signs on the walls. The walk seemed like it took a long while as the corridors were empty. He entered the med bay and saw staff searching cabinets and other hiding places.

"Found her, gentlemen. Though I fear she may have a fever."

The head doctor stopped and looked at the door then rushed him. "Come in, sit her down on the gurney and I will call off the search." The skinny black and cream bear went to a com station and made a ship wide page. He stated it in both Standard and Dulisdae. "I am not used to examining reptilian folk. I will try my best."

"I think we will respond better to more mammalian medicine. Just a hunch." Collector smiled as he laid his daughter down.

The doctor came over and started to look the little female over. After a thorough examination, the doctor gave the girl a dose of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory then asked him to check again with guild doctors. Collector agreed and picked her up. He then made the way to his quarters and went inside. The room was empty, he did not mind as he sat her on the bed then realized she was still asleep through the entire ordeal.

"Either she is sick, or she got into something. Well, I need to attempt to wake her."

He knew he had water in the room, it was the only thing he could think of. He filled a cup then slowly poured it onto her from tail to head. She shivered as she woke slowly.

"Da?"

"I glad you are awake, my dear, you gave everyone a scare. Now that you are with me, we will start your lesson."

He sighed as he crawled up beside her then rolled her onto her belly before removing his trousers. He then proceeded to mount her properly and felt his shaft shove deep within his daughter and began to seed her young womb. She did not struggle against his weight until the seminal plug shot into her. She whimpered and tried to pull free. He rolled off her then sighed once more.

"I'm sorry, my little one. Open your mouth." He stood on his knees and placed the used shaft onto her tongue then slowly pulled her muzzle over it. "Don't bite, just swallow."

He rested in her mouth until she started to gasp. He then pulled away and used his sheets to clean himself. He then smiled grimly as he wiped away her tears then stood to dress again. There was no fighting from her any time these lessons were applied. He was curious about her. He started to clean her up when the entry bell sounded.

"Enter."

"Master, forgive me..." Dianos crawled in expecting a major beating.

"Get up. When have I ever beaten you?"

"B-but I lost your child."

"On a confined ship. There are only so many places she could have hidden herself. She decided to take a nap between some crates. Now where's my son?"

"Niah and Richard have him still."

"Good. Come and lay down on your back."

Dianos did as he was told still expecting something. Collector grabbed his daughter and brought her over to him. He then sprawled her on his belly and held her there as she began to whine. He stroked her back trying to figure out why she was afraid of him so suddenly.

"Just hold her for a while. I'll be back in a bit with Richard... and don't call me Master again. You know how I feel about that."

"Yes, sir."

Collector walked away as Merrla began to cry. It did not take him much longer than to shut the door to find Niah and Richard holding the two little ones. Richard's ears were drawn back, and his eyes had grown wide. He said nothing as he drew closer to nuzzle his son and the Fox.

"Niah, thank you for helping. Go rest."

"I'm fine..."

"You just gave birth, go rest. Enjoy the time with your mate and young."

"Yes, Master Richard."

Collector sighed and smiled. "Come, Richard, the lesson needs to be given. Full tie today."

Richard swallowed hard then nodded as he followed his Master into the room and saw the drake on his back.

"How is she doing?"

"Fighting. I don't know why she is like this. I haven't done anything with her."

Collector fell silent for a moment. "Let's let her see your penis and get the feel of it. If she still insists on fighting after seeing you not do anything to her, well, we'll think of something."

Dianos nodded slowly then shifted his tail as he forced out his shaft and allowed his Master to place the young female at his groin. He tried not move as he watched Merrla steady herself and then sniff the moist flesh that she was laid on. He twitched, raising his shaft as she felt the sensitive flesh. She giggled and repeated the motion.

"Alright, Richard, let's get you going. I want to see him swelled up."

Without a response, Richard laid the male on the bed then dropped his pants. He quickly pressed his shaft into Gregory and began his task. The boy whimpered when the knot took hold and the Fox kept him close.

"Sir, if she keeps this up, I will be making a mess."

"Don't hold back. She needs to get used to it."

Dianos snorted and let go of his will power and began to paint himself with his own seed. Merrla watched curiously then started to crawl up to investigate the mess. Her father smiled grimly as she gathered a little bit up and licked it off her claws.

"There, he is just like daddy, only bigger." Collector rubbed his daughter's back. "How you are doing, Richard?"

"He's tight. I might take a little longer than normal."

"Try thinking of work." He chuckled, "Dianos, once you are able, clean yourself up and try to assist the cooks on the meal. They need to know how much you and your sister can eat. Especially since we will be having more join us."

"How many?"

"Six siblings and your mother."

"Only six? She had eight eggs," Dianos rolled slowly to keep his niece from being harmed.

"That's all we were told. Seven total. He is missing... assumed dead." Collector sighed. "Councilman One said he left a note addressed to me: Disateradae, nu'un aut juh tunta."

"Heh, 'worry not fly free.' Cheeky bastard, he fled. Did she say anything?"

"Never think you're alone."

"That's my sister. I doubt they know our language well enough to know the proper translation."

"Oh?" Collector smiled and made a mental note to praise Tara.

"There is no proper written script and for the Council to be able to read it, he had to use the Standard script to make the note." Dianos shook his head then gently nudged the girl off his tail. "I always thought my father was involved with the darker sides of our kin. He was planning this for a while, I am sure of that. He'll show again. Most likely where no one would expect."

"If I was him, I would go to my family... by night, hidden among basic deliveries on the nights that you work."

"Sounds like him. Guess I will have to start working the night shift?"

"Rotating, but when we get back."

"I wonder if he is going to teach the two how to fight. I bet they will wonderful hunters." Dianos threw his hind legs over the edge of the bed and straightened his tail behind him to balance himself. "I know it's not my place to ask especially since mother will be in Max's care..."

"Don't worry, I will have a place built just for you all. You need a place where you don't have to worry about stepping on someone."

"Thank you. But that is not what I was going to ask... though it will help." The drake sighed and fought to find the words he wanted to ask.

"Believe me. I know what it means to be able to live with family."

Dianos shook his head. "I wish to teach you our language so you can speak to my mother properly. Just promise me you will not share the knowledge to... to those damned fools that want to rule the galaxy."

Richard perked up. "Careful¬¬..."

"From one slave to another, I understand completely." Collector said quietly. "I swear to you I will not share anything. Though if they ask, torture even, I will do what is in my power to mislead them."

"Thank you." Dianos dropped to the floor and went to the door. "This will help my people knowing you are on their side."

"Dianos."

"Sir?"

"Send Max to me. I won't share details with him, but I will tell him that I will need to work with his charge to learn from her. We will have to convince him to join this little resistance." Collector chuckled. "He doesn't know the pain we know, but he could easily learn."

"Alright."

Dianos left. Collector went to a small desk that showed streaks on the freshly cleaned wood. He smiled grimly as he noticed another picture of his mother and father. He sat and waited for his apprentice. Richard slid free of the young breeder and dressed himself then started to clean the boy up. He took the boy out of the room as Max entered.

"You called for me?"

"You have seen the Master's side of the whip. I won't force you, but I would like you to experience the slave's side of it. To learn what I grew up with, to learn why I change my mindset when I have to whip someone. I promise not to leave lasting scars, only the pain-filled memories. Will you do this... to learn what I have experienced even in the slightest amount?"

Max stood silently. Minutes seemed to pass before he spoke. "I think it would be wise of me."

"It is, it will help you remember the pain when you perform the punishment. Meet me in the cargo hold."

Collector went to his closet and pulled out the trunk of gear he had brought and found a 'soft' whip made for child slaves then made his way down to the cargo hold. He did not have to wait long for the slaves to take note of the whip he carried and dared to ask who it was for. He assured them that it was just a lesson. When Max came up to him, he looked around for others that would see them. There were none.

"Here. This whip is made of Rascka hide. The soft leather made from the hide of a medium sized herbivore on a planet called Gaskganorvac. These whips are made to punish young slaves. You will eventually get your own..." Collector smirked. "Right now, though, it belongs to you."

He cracked the whip, Max looked at it with a little fear.

"Max, strip down. Twenty strikes are all that is needed across your backside. I will make sure I will go no lower than the thighs and no higher than the middle of the back. Max, tuck the tail tightly."

He nodded as he started to strip. Then Collector asked if he was ready, he responded with a grunt. He smacked him with precision moving down his backside then back up. By the fifteenth strike, Max was crying and shaking yet he stayed still taking the last five before collapsing to his knees.

"Thank you, Max. You took it well. Most slavers have a low pain tolerance, seeing you take this like a proper slave is amazing and respected." Collector said with a grim smile.

Collector helped his apprentice to his feet. "Gather yourself then go soak. It will help with the whelps. Just in warm water, not hot."

"Yes, sir."

"When you can move around, you come find me. I need to have a serious talk with you. More or less about our future."

"Okay."

"Good..." Collector muttered to himself as he went back to his room.

On his way up, Tara caught him with their young being guided by her nipping teeth. She smiled and nodded at him.

"Thank you..." She said as he opened the door for them.

Once behind closed doors, Collector sighed. "Has Dianos talked to you?"

"About?"

"The resistance."

Tara stiffened and stared at the wall.

"You know I am on your side, right? I even help the resistance on Earth. I feed them with the food stocks my farms provide."

"I know that. Just... hearing it from you... it's..."

"A shock?"

She shook her head. "A comfort. I honestly don't know much about the resistance. Don't care to know, really."

"Your brother told me a different translation of the note."

"Figures. Go lay down, you two." Tara nudged the younglings to the bed then faced her mate. "Just promise me you will not get anyone killed because of your meddling."

"I am certain he lives, Disateradae." Collector spoke softly, caringly. "We will find him and shelter him even if we have to contact the resistance directly. I still have to convince Max, but Dianos will be talking to your mother and learn what he can. We want to set up signs for¬-"

"No! If he shows himself, he will die."

"My dear, the Council knows of my dealings with the Earth's resistance. They leave me alone since I never leave a trail other than them finding any sign of my young. I am sure they have moles there to make sure they don't disrupt major activities."

"He will die..."

"I shall send a message to my contact. We shall see if he can help us."

"Just... don't get him killed."

"I have a feeling that he will find us before we even get word out."

He did not get a chance to relax as the room door indicator chimed. He opened the door and let Max and his Second come in, followed by Dianos. Once the door was closed, Collector locked it. He then nodded to Dianos and asked him to share his information with Max. The drake left out some details, but that did not matter to Collector as long as the pup would agree to help them out. Thankfully, Max agreed without hesitation. He hoped it would keep the innocent from being used as tools. Dianos thanked the Masters before laying beside the bed close to his sister. Collector unlocked his door then began to wonder about the ship's location.

"Any questions, Max?"

"No."

"How are your sisters handling the ship?"

"They are full of questions. I have sent them to ask the crew. I think that the Pack may lose a couple of females to space." Max chuckled.

"Not a bad thing, Maxiculla." Collector chuckled. "I hope my accent improves. I am trying at least."

"Then perhaps we should start having a few hours a day dedicated to conversations in the tongue of mutts." Dianos stuck his long tongue out at Max as a snarl rose on the muzzle.

"Not a bad idea, though the taunts could get you hurt." Collector smiled then scratched his back. "Hmm."

"What?" Max cocked his head curiously towards his mentor.

"It seems I am starting to molt. I am needing to be moisturized until after the public ceremony. Rest while you all can, we will be very busy over the next week." He opened the door then turned to his companions. "Try to behave as best as you can, I don't know what is instore for us. I don't want some kind of incident to cost some their life."

Dianos was the first to leave then Max walked out slowly. He stopped Richard from leaving then moved out of Tara's way as rubbed against him and mentioned something about food.

"We don't have long, let's get me rubbed down then I will brush you out. We need to look our very best until after the ceremony."

With the few hours they had left, the two groomed each other. The Spartan arrived at Earth thirty minutes after they dressed in business-casual and began to wonder if they needed any speeches or formal greetings. Char'zi interrupted their conversation and asked them to join him in the mess hall before heading to solid ground. The Cheetah smiled at them both as they entered the near empty room and sat with him.

"Welcome yourselves to the last day of freedom, boys. You will not get a moment to yourself for at least a month." Char'zi chuckled and sipped at his coffee. "Both of you will need to get used to public speaking and even issuing punishments. At least you won't have to dish it out. You both will learn the laws that we abide by fully and those that we can skim over without much heartbreak. The most painful part will be the index chip. Overall, you won't have to speak to the public until the ceremony. So, you will have three days to plan it out. Don't worry, the Council will supply writers and you will be able to choose which speech suits you better."

"Sounds fun." Collector sighed.

"Will I have to speak?" Richard sounded nervous as he asked.

"Only if the public demands it. Most likely not. Seconds are usually invisible and when visible, are treated as assistants. But I would practice the speeches he doesn't choose to get you ready when you are called upon. You will have a bigger role in the Guild then you think you will. You can get away with things he cannot. Just remember that you represent your Master everywhere you go."

Richard's ears laid back even though he tried to feign his calmness.

"Richard, even though you have earned your rightful name back and have let the public know you are still alive. Don't get carried away. I support you and your... non-Guild friends via you, but don't cause a scene that will start a fire you cannot control. We both need trustworthy allies on the Council, right now... we are it. Forgive my Spacer talk, but... don't fuck this up."

"Understood. I take it that the shadows are thin."

"And only those who are invisible can stand in them."

Collector nodded then smiled as a thought rolled in. "When do we get the 'presents?' Before, during, or after the ceremony?"

"After. They won't be in the public eye."

"Good. So, shall we bask in the sunlight?"

"As much as I would love a proper basking, I am needed at Headquarters. You need to head to your Manor and wait for a summons. It shan't take long; that I am certain of. After you go back to your plantation, the Spartan will go into drydock. I made the arrangements for you. I would suggest making a minor pitstop at your favorite shop on the way home. There is a special gift there for you."

"Thank you."

Char'zi waved him on with a grin then emptied his cup. They both left quietly with fewer questions than before.

Dirtside left the Slavers and slaves smiling as their guests gasped at the sight of the port yard. Max corralled the two girls and got them focused enough to fasten into the brought vehicle. Roger stopped by the Guild mall and allowed Collector and Richard the chance to find their 'gift' and return. The 'gift' was a species that looked very similar to Earth raccoons and stood no taller than four foot. Male and very silent, he also came with a sealed parcel address to Collector. They put the new slave in the car with them then proceeded to the Manor. Once the group entered the home, Richard and Collector took the new slave to the Master's room and then got him to settle onto the bed.

"You are not a true slave." Collector said bluntly. "The way you walk tells all. Resistance?"

"Didn't take as long as they said. I am..."

"No names. Don't want anything that ties you to them for everyone's safety. Though I think you will be the link between me and them, correct?"

"Smart. That parcel will tell more. Don't know who made the deal, don't care either."

"Agreed. For now, we need to keep silent on this matter. Though I would love to know that the resistance has faith in me." Collector grinned as he sat at the desk and grimaced at the layer of dust.

"Parcel."

"I know, I know. I will look at that in a moment. For now, learn from Richard and better your act. We don't need you caught."

The Fox handed over the parcel then guided the raccoon down to the basement.

Collector opened the fat envelope and pulled out several things: falsified documents, medical records, criminal record, and diet. Along all that, a handwritten note was placed between files.

I am truly sorry that I cannot reveal myself to you, little Richard, but do know that I am watching and hopefully will not be a thorn later. This fellow knows the encrypted communication lines and has a device with him presently. The wars must end if peace is truly to exist, we both know this.

Live well,

The Resistance.

"Interesting. At least my life is not boring..." Collector sighed then shoved everything back into the parcel then buried it within his luggage. "Franky... huh... I would have chosen a different name."

He sighed then went downstairs and found himself staring out the front door window. Late spring, and he knew he would not be able to enjoy the warmth. He hoped he had good tea still. He found his stash and confirmed that it had molded. He hissed loudly at the waste and then went to sit in his chair in the living room. Max and his sisters joined him after a bit, the girls chatting about Earth culture and such. He turned on the television and smiled as the girls were instantly absorbed.

"So, I take it they are enjoying themselves."

"Too much, I think. They have yet to see the city."

"Get your father and Dianos and take them for a walk. If you happen by a store you can buy them some goodies... and some tea for me. His sister's saddlebags are in my room already out of luggage. That way you don't have to lug stuff around for the ladies."

"Sure."

"Save the real sightseeing for after the ceremony so you all won't be as bored."

"Alright."

Collector muted the tv and chuckled as ears went stiff as the sound went quiet. Max spoke up trying not to laugh at their expense. He got them to move and then went to find his guards. Richard and 'Franky' came up from the basement and asked their Master to join them in the kitchen. With a sigh, Collector did so and found that they looked a little perturbed.

"Yes?"

"Sir, we found an intruder we... contained the human downstairs and he is not happy."

Collector sighed then went on downstairs and found a man tied and tossed into the basin in the center of the room. He went to the tool cabinet and pulled out a small satchel of various tools meant to torture.

"Who are you?"

"Someone who thought this place was a good place to sleep for the night."

"That is a good plan to get a collar riveted around your neck."

"Almost as good as what I had. Probably better. Bad marriage, constricting job, and backstabbing friends who take everything you have... yeah, I will chance a collar."

"Poor sod. Still does not explain the trespassing. There are plenty of housing for homeless and displaced souls. Frankly, I want to know where you entered at. The security had not been tripped."

"The back door."

Collector sighed then dropped into the basin and helped the man to his feet leaving the tools on the floor. He guided the man upstairs and told Richard to find Roger. The man and Fox found each other quickly and helped their Master get the intruder into the car. They dropped him off at the homeless shelter then drove slowly around town, taking the long way home. When they returned, a messenger stood patiently at the front door. Collector sighed, almost hating the meaning, he went straight to the Guild representative and showed the messenger his Guild ID.

"Master Collector, you have a visitor waiting for you at the Guild House. She is not happy."

"Let me guess... Commander Michelle?"

"Yes, Master Elder."

"Very well. Roger, keep it running. Want a quick way back?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I must decline. Other duties."

"Be safe. I have already seen too many messengers be killed over their deliveries."

The messenger bowed then briskly walked away. Collector made his own brisk walk back to the car and told them about Michelle. Roger may have broken a few speed limits after that and fought traffic as safely as possible and got to park in a newly resurfaced spot with a plague with his boss' name on it. Collector barely got his tail out of the door when the Zebra stamped over to him. She pushed him back into the car then squeezed in afterwards.

"Shit has hit the damn fan. Vendesta did not face any charges for attempted murder or anything. He has publicly sworn to kill you and Char'zi. You haven't even been through the ceremony and already have powerful enemies. The Council has already recalled the rest of my team, we will be guarding you. They at least replaced Thomas already. A member of a race that takes their jobs to the grave. A Traskuviva."

"Shit... They mean business if they have a Griffin hovering over me. Please say it is female."

"It is actually both. I didn't know they could be Herms, but there it is."

"Territorial and protective. Well, at least I know nothing will touch me."

"I will try to find out more. The others should be arriving within the hour. I shot ahead in a pod as soon as the Council demanded my presence. They also told me to tell you to ignore full Council visuals until after your induction."

"Thanks. So, where is everyone staying?"

"Don't have those details yet."

"The Manor has plenty of room right now, so bring them on over unless the Bosses say differ."

"Will do. I just hope they tell the birdbrain that its under my command."

"Agreed."

Michelle left the car and looked around for a moment then dashed to the Guild House.

"Let's get home."

About three hours later, Max and his family came in laughing and Dianos looking like the borrowed mule he was. Will unpacked the drake as quick as he could. Most of it food, but there was a lot of clothes and souvenirs. When Will handed over a brick of black tea, Collector kissed the male's brow then ran off to the kitchen to make a pot. Dianos stretched much like a housecat once the weight was lifted and then went to find his niece and nephew.

Richard, being that he had very few to order about, was sitting in his Master's chair in the living room relaxing up until a knock on the door stirred him. He went to answer it and found that a cat-eagle creature stood in the door with Michelle and the rest of her team behind it.

"Shari'shay Ughast reporting for duty."

"E-enter..." Richard swallowed hard and stepped aside watching the Griffin squeeze in much like the Draskins did. "Big bird." He whispered to Michelle as she came in.

She smacked him lightly on the back as she shook her head. "Where's the boss?"

"Kitchen."

"Thanks. Shari, follow me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The Griffin fell into step behind the zebra and carefully navigated the hall and found her charge was an Iguana, even though it did irk her slightly, she knew she had a job to do.

"Sir!"

"Wow, you are bigger than I expected. Welcome to my father's Manor. I doubt any of us expect what's to come, but let's try to work together to keep us all alive. Tea is about ready should anyone wants some."

"I get that a lot, sir, and thank you for the tea. Orange Pekoe or a mixture?"

"It's not the finest, it's a generic black. So, mixture. When I get the chance, I will be ordering some good matcha and gunpowder. My stash molded on me."

"My sympathies. Moldy tea is not a wise drink."

"I'll leave you two alone." Michelle chuckled and left the room.

"So, you like tea, eh?" Collector smiled.

"Kind of. I came from a farmer of teas. My sire and dam wanted me and my nestmates to stay on the farm. I had other ideas that led me to where I am today."

"I bet it is a hard job. I haven't had a decent Earl Gray in ages."

"Weak stuff. Try a Tuska Vhim, now that will put fur in odd places." She chuckled.

A moment went by in odd silence.

"So, if it is not too personal... your commander told me you are both genders. A rarity for your race, what was it like growing up like that?"

Shari sigh, almost growled. "It was rough, I... play myself as a female. Easier to make friends. I am sure you have heard stories about our males."

"I have, territorial and aggressive."

"Yeah, I'm not like them... completely."

"Well, good news for you then. My family doesn't care what you are as long as you pull your weight. You keep them safe; they will accept you for whatever you choose to display yourself as. Your downtime is yours. Don't be afraid of comparing with the boys. Hell, I still make the fresh meat cringe when I have parade about when they brag too much. Braggers are usually liars."

"You sound like my sire."

"When you have young ones yourself, you will understand." Collector poured a couple of cups and passed one over.

She sat on her haunches without a second thought and grabbed the cup.

"There you go. You are given permission to relax around me. I'm not as frail as everyone thinks. Like you, I hide secrets. My... sire as you put it, was human. I was, as far as I know, a live birth and was raised as a slave due to me being a half breed before the Equality law came in. I bare that sword closely and silently."

"Human? You take after your dam then. I would have never guessed."

"I know, doctors have to look at the blood to see that I am not lying. Anymore, I share it a little better, but I still guard it."

Feathers bristled as she took a sip of her tea. "Could be better. Can I ask a favor if this is a permanent position?"

"Sure."

"I would like to borrow a slave or two from time to time to... help with things."

"Ah, bedmates, lovely. Yes, you may. Just ask them, many don't have mates of their own and are willing to share their bodies. Especially Dianos."

"Dianos?"

"A Draskin male. He likes his males, but he will take either. He may be better for you to choose."

"You called?" Dianos poked his head into the room.

"No but come in and introduce yourself anyway."

"Dianosidae Honidae at your service, Madame. Everyone calls me Dianos."

"Shari'shay Ughast. Your Master tells me you would be worthwhile to seek as a companion for nightly activities."

Dianos' tail stiffened and smacked the fridge as he was trying to get into a better position. "Uh...I...uh..."

"Well, that's a first. Between his job of giving his niece and nephew playmates, he usually doesn't hold back on the sex talk."

"Sir. I..."

"If she has a need, she will ask."

"Forgive the intrusion." Richard announced himself and stood ready. "But with very few hands, what am I to do for the meal?"

"Order out. Pizza sounds good. We'll worry about kitchen duty tomorrow. Order ten cheese and ten meat lovers."

"Very well, sir."

"Speaking of tomorrow. Dianos, why don't you show this lovely lady downstairs where the two of you can... stretch your wings."

"Sir!" Dianos looked uncomfortable the others chuckled at him as he went to the basement door. "This way, Madame Shari."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure no one sneaks up on you."

"Thank you. I'll make sure he is nice and sore."

He nodded as she turned to follow the dragon then he cleaned the cups. He smiled as the imagination took over in his head. He then went to search for the rest of the security and pulled Michelle aside and told her about the Griffin and drake then told her that is where she could bunk for now.

"Odd that a Griffin gets distracted like that."

"I told her to relax, as long as she performs in the scheduled times."

"I hope that doesn't come back to bite us. So, your pup told me that you placed Will in charge of the security team while here. While you had your own for your draskin, a bird and a lizard... why so few?"

"Mac can fly alongside her while Vector is like a brother to me and would do anything to protect her; even from herself."

"May I ask why though?"

"Councilman One has already shot the gun and told her about her parents. She took it better than we thought she would. Though I do need to check in on her. I haven't seen her come downstairs since getting here."

"I think it wise to do so. We don't need an escapee."

Collector nodded then excused himself and went upstairs to find Tara and his children. He did, in fact, find them in his room. Tara mindlessly staring out the window. His Iguana companion was playing with them. She smiled as he approached, he told to continue on as he approached his mate.

"Tara." She barely breathed, so focused on whatever had caught her eye. "Diasterdae."

She flinched and blinked before turning to the voice. "Hey."

"Let's go for a flight."

"Sure."

They went downstairs, Collector grabbed Mac on the way out and had him join them then told Richard where they were heading. Tara kept walking almost blindly as she went out the back door and out into the yard. She barely noticed Collector as he climbed onto her back and the rustle of Mac's wings. They quietly took flight and circled as they gained height. Collector had to guide her at times. Once they gained enough altitude to glide, Collector crawled further up her spine and got to where he could talk without shouting.

"My darling, why are you so distant? It worries my heart to see you like this."

"I worry about my people. My sacrifice was supposed to bring peace... not bloodshed. While we were on the Spartan, I looked up the war. Thirty thousand dead. Citizens, Richard, citizens... warriors... families... dead. I was supposed to prevent that. I failed my people."

"You did not fail them, the Galactic Government did. I am certain of that. Let's head to Headquarters and hope we can learn more."

"I would rather go to the source, but I know I can't. Not until you have power yourself. I think you are the only path that ends the bloodletting."

"Going against the government is a dangerous thing. Many die from doing that... but for you, I will attempt it."

"Be careful, this is all I ask of you."

"I will. I promise."

They flew around the city until dusk then landed and ate cold pizza before calling it a night. Morning came and went with no sign of the summons. Though that evening, it came they had to arrive by eight in the morning. Richard and Collector went to bed early so they could dress appropriately. The others followed their lead and readied themselves as well.