Blue Blossom Adventures

A Star Traveler short story

POP, crunch, crunch.

POP, crunch, crunch.

The sound of loud chewing broke Michael out of his thoughts. A little while ago he had made his way to the Icarus’ crew lounge to find it nearly empty. The on-board ship time was 21:30 hours so most were either at their shift or in bed.

Not him. A recent burst transmission from Alliance Command had reached them, and it contained more than software updates. The Center of Data Control took their extended mission into consideration and sent along a few petabytes of new literature, manuals, and star chart updates. Michael was happily reading a treatise by Lucretius Mesk on the vulnerabilities of Star Traveler Network reliance. That was until the chewing broke him out of his reverie.

Looking up, he saw across from him near the small viewport, a young woman with dark hair who was deeply engrossed in a compu-pad in front of her. There was an open bag of carrot sticks beside her; she twirled one of them between her fingers. Bridgette Bailey stuck it into her mouth and broke off a piece with a loud pop. In the silence of the room where only the random shifting of the Alcubierre warp field’s hum could be heard, the carrot sounded like a gun shot.

“Dear goddess, what are you eating?” demanded a voice from his right. Though the voice spoke standard, there was a distinct accent to it. “You sound like some Bashrok gnawing on bones, Bailey.”

Phasia Eshevet was not someone that most people missed. She was the only Xaltean woman aboard ship. Her dark black hair was cascading down her shoulders, and she wore a loose white top and skirt that Michael knew was called a tvekel by her people. He only saw her in it late in the evening when she was relaxing. It seemed her talk with Sinclair Barrett, their captain, had relieved any concerns she had.

Bridgette Bailey’s full saucer-like eyes were on the verge of panicking, but as soon as she saw who was speaking, they narrowed. Bridgette took another carrot out and bit into it, never breaking eye contact with the other. Phasia, herself, also narrowed her eyes at the action of the onboard linguist.

“Goddess! You're so annoying,” Phasia snarled, slamming her compu-pad down on the table.

“At least I’m not a slut.”

Bridgette must have meant to mutter the words under her breath, but the room had gotten inconveniently quiet as the star drive shifted the field again. The words reverberated through the lounge.

Phasia’s eyes narrowed; She stood from her seat slowly. “What did you call me?”

Michael instinctively wanted to intervene, but he resisted. Captain Sinclair Barrett had made it clear to him in one of their meetings that confrontations were going to happen to the crew and to allow them but make sure they didn’t get out of control. Michael was pretty sure Sinclair was referring to these two.

Bridgette looked as if she was going to back away, but her blue eyes changed to one of resolving. She stood also and spoke with measured words.

“I said at least I’m not a slut.”

Phasia’s mouth dropped open. She closed it and folded her arms across her chest.

“How...how dare you.”

“How dare you!” Bridgette snarled back with a ferocity that Michael had never seen before. “You have belittled me and hounded me ever since we wound up on this ship together and I’m sick of it. I’m not going to let myself be pushed around by some whore who can’t keep her clothes on for a few minutes a day.”

What color Phasia had in her face drained away, and her shoulders slumped ever so slightly. A slight gleam came to her eyes. Bridgette opened her mouth to speak but closed it silently.

“I’d rather be a slut than some naive virgin who clings to a religious cult to feel important,” Phasia shot back.

Bridgette’s face colored but before she could say anything more, Michael decided it was time to stand.

“Save it,” Phasia told him as she scooped up her pad. “I was done here anyway.”

With that, the woman left the room, and Michael sat back down. Bridgette also did but could not get comfortable. After a few minutes, she made a half-hearted excuse and mumbled under her breath before leaving the room.

Michael sighed as he stared at the compu-pad that never left his hand. Interpersonal relationships were difficult to grasp for him.

“It was bound to happen.”

Michael looked up and saw the secondary entrance to the lounge that connected them to the galley. Sinclair stood there with his coffee leaning in the doorway. He sipped on it as if he hadn’t just seen two of his crew viciously attack each other.

“Nothing we could have done?”

“They’re the polar opposite,” Sinclair said coming over and sitting down across from his first officer. “Bailey grew up in an extremely strict and conservative environment. She has never really experienced other cultures and peoples. She’s clinging on to what she knows as a semblance of stability.”

“And Phasia?”

“Phasia is the antithesis of everything The Holy Innocentia and their Great Sheppard preach against. You know the three tenants of Celestianity?”

“Loyalty, purity, and austerity. Even I wound up in a few of their Sunday schools as a kid.”

Sinclair chuckled at that. “Phasia’s people are the exact opposite of the tenants. Our Xaltean crew mate sees Bailey as a threat to her identity.”

“What do we do?”

Sinclair stopped for a few moments as he stared at his coffee then took another sip.

“We need them to learn and see each other as people and not the representation of evil. How do you feel about Phasia? Any worries?”

“No,” Michael said with a shrug. “I admit I had some of the preconceived notions and a concern she’d try to jump me in an empty corridor, but I have never seen someone work as hard as she does.”

“Her training won’t let her slack.”

“Training?”

“I can’t go into a lot of detail,“ Sinclair said with a sigh. “But Phasia isn’t just some random Xaltean. She has been trained by a house.”

“Which?”

“Shova.”

“Ah.”

The elite artists of the Empire. Michael had seen some of their work, whether it be paintings, sculptures, woodwork, they were exceptional. That explained Phasia’s attention to detail.

“How about you stop by and check on her in a few minutes, Michael?” Sinclair suggested.

“And do what?”

“Lend an ear. Let her vent. I’ll check on Bailey and see if I can’t guide her to be more…understanding.”

Michael looked down at his treatise. It didn’t seem that important anymore.

“You got it.”

New Cambridge Journal of Law (Volume 13 Issue 154) circa 2259

Introduction

The legal framework of the Xaltean Empire presents a fascinating study for a Terran lawyer. Characterized by a dual-system approach, the Empire incorporates both the Inquisitorial and Arbitrator Systems, each catering to different sectors of Xaltean society. This paper aims to dissect these systems, offering insights into their operation, implications, and unique characteristics from a Terran legal perspective.

The Inquisitorial System

Overview

The Inquisitorial System is a unique judicial process predominantly serving the members within the House System of the Xaltean Empire. It is characterized by the central role of Inquisitors, who are trained and deployed by House Adaka. These Inquisitors are granted expansive authority, serving simultaneously as judges, appellate authorities, and in rare cases, executioners.

Operational Dynamics

The system's primary function is to administer justice and maintain discipline within the House System. In most scenarios, Inquisitors' jurisdiction is confined to the Houses, with only a minimal percentage of cases involving non-House members. The process is initiated when an Estate or House summons an Inquisitor, seeking an impartial adjudication. Notably, the Triad, which oversees the Inquisitors, is under no obligation to respond to these calls, except when involving the Imperial family.

The Role of the Inquisitor

Upon being summoned, an Inquisitor conducts a comprehensive process, which includes listening to the parties involved, investigating the matter, and ultimately rendering a judgment. This judgment is typically final, with appeals to the Triad being rarely successful.

Within this system, House members in good standing may seek the counsel of an Adjudicator. However, these Adjudicators, unlike their counterparts in the Arbitrator System, possess no legal authority to challenge an Inquisitor's decision. Their role is purely advisory.

Decree of the Forsaken

A unique aspect of the Inquisitorial System is the implementation of the 'Forsaken' decree. This occurs when a House or Estate is excommunicated, either by another House or, more severely, by the Imperial family. In such instances, Inquisitors are authorized to issue warrants leading to the elimination of the condemned party, many times quite violently.

The Arbitrator System

Structural Overview

In contrast to the Inquisitorial System, the Arbitrator System closely resembles legal frameworks familiar to Terrans. It involves a hierarchical structure of Arbiters at various levels, each responsible for hearing cases and delivering rulings.

Hierarchical Levels

  1. The Arbiter: This is the first level, where individual Arbiters listen to cases and make initial rulings.
  2. The Auditor: At this level, Auditors review petitions against the Arbiter's judgments.
  3. The Supreme Council: This four-member panel selectively chooses cases for review, functioning as the highest appellate authority.

Individuals facing the Arbitrator have the option to be represented by an Adjudicator, akin to an attorney in the Terran Confederacy. This provision ensures legal counsel and advocacy, paralleling Terran legal norms.

Interaction with the Inquisitorial System

A notable intersection between the two systems is that civilians, like House citizens, may petition the Inquisitors. Furthermore, Inquisitors hold the rare power to override decisions made at any level of the Arbitrator System, though this is infrequently exercised.

Comparative Analysis

Similarities and Differences

Both systems reflect the Xaltean Empire's intricate social hierarchy and cultural ethos. The Inquisitorial System, with its focus on House affairs, aligns closely with the aristocratic and traditional aspects of Xaltean society. Conversely, the Arbitrator System offers a more democratic and accessible approach, akin to Terran judicial processes, highlighting the Empire's multifaceted legal culture.

Implications and Challenges

The coexistence of these systems poses unique challenges. While the Inquisitorial System emphasizes absolute authority and traditional values, the Arbitrator System incorporates elements of due process and individual rights. This split can lead to conflicts, particularly in cases involving both House members and civilians.

The Inquisitorial System's broad scope of authority, especially in the context of the 'Forsaken' decree, contrasts sharply with the more regulated and appealable nature of the Arbitrator System. This disparity underscores the differing levels of legal autonomy and power distribution within Xaltean society.

Conclusion

The Xaltean Empire's legal system, with its dual approach, presents a complex and multifaceted legal landscape. The Inquisitorial System reflects the Empire's traditional and hierarchical nature, while the Arbitrator System aligns more with modern judicial principles. For a Terran lawyer, this system offers a unique perspective on how legal frameworks can embody the cultural, social, and political nuances of a society. Understanding these systems not only enhances interstellar legal discourse but also provides valuable insights into the governance and societal structure of the Xaltean Empire.

Excerpt from the Journal of Culture And Religion, Issue 234 circa 2261

Within the Xaltean Empire, a fascinating cultural dichotomy exists, painting a vivid picture of tradition and modernity living side by side instead of being replaced. This divide is most prominently seen in the distinction between the average Xaltean civilian life and the revered, yet complex, House System. Let's delve into this intriguing societal structure and understand what sets these two worlds apart.

The House System: A Glimpse into Tradition

The House System, a cornerstone of Xaltean society, is a traditional structure that has been integral since the empire's inception. This system, often the face of Xaltean culture in diplomatic arenas, offers a unique blend of tradition and prestige. It's important to note that while this system holds significant influence, it doesn't impose its rules on civilians outside of it. Yet, its allure is undeniable, drawing many civilians who seek elite skill development and career advancement within its ranks.

Characteristics of the House System:

  • Tradition and Prestige: The House System is steeped in tradition, offering a life of prestige, even for those in basic roles.
  • Elite Skill Development: Joining a House is seen as a pathway to mastering advanced skills and securing a promising career.
  • Ordered Life: Life in a House is structured, providing clarity and direction to its members.

The Flip Side:

  • Restricted Autonomy: Members of a House often face limitations in decision-making, adhering strictly to the directives of those above them.
  • Adherence to the Old Ways: The system sometimes clings to archaic methodologies, which may seem outdated to modern civilians.
  • Inter-House Conflicts: Members may be exposed to risks arising from rivalries or conflicts between Houses.
  • Bonding Contracts: These contracts can limit freedoms, binding members to the House's rules and expectations.

The Life of an Average Xaltean Civilian

In contrast to the structured life of the House System, the average Xaltean civilian enjoys a more liberated existence. This part of society is characterized by its diversity, freedom of expression, and autonomy.

Key Aspects of Civilian Life:

  • Individuality and Expression: Civilians dress in a variety of styles, showcasing their personal tastes and individuality.
  • Autonomy: They enjoy full control over their lives, making personal choices without the constraints of a hierarchical system.
  • Modern Outlook: Civilians often embrace modern practices and methodologies, setting them apart from the traditionalist approach of the Houses.

The Visible Divide

The differences between these two facets of Xaltean culture are not just ideological but are also visibly apparent. Civilians, with their diverse and colorful attire, stand in stark contrast to House members who don uniforms symbolizing their allegiance and role within the House. This distinction extends beyond clothing to encompass lifestyle, values, and social norms.

A Balanced Coexistence

Despite these differences, both systems coexist, each respected and revered in its own right. The House System, with its promise of security and prestige, continues to attract civilians seeking to learn and excel. Meanwhile, the civilian populace thrives in its autonomy, often viewed as the progressive and modern face of Xaltean society.

Conclusion

The Xaltean Empire, with its rich cultural tapestry, presents a fascinating study in societal dynamics. The coexistence of the traditional House System and the more modern civilian life underscores the empire's ability to harmonize tradition with progress, order with freedom. This duality not only enriches Xaltean culture but also offers a mirror to our own world, reflecting the diverse ways in which societies evolve and thrive.

It took every bit of self-control that Tova Bonavet had to not adjust her tvekel, the skirt wrapped around the lower half of her body for the twentieth time. She sat in the waiting room of Lady Yanatha Shiv, the leader of the Hope Renewed Estate and Ambassador to the Terran Confederacy. She could hear conversation and murmurs through the heavy wooden doors which were hand carved by artisans from the empire.

Tova knew what this was about. She knew that Princess Aevina Vaesh was the subject of the modulating tones and voices. Tova had chosen not to say anything about running into the woman while about New Chicago not expecting the woman to come flying over the gate with a Terran boy. Tova confessed everything to the Lady of the Estate before Baneth arrived and knew that once everything quieted down, there was a very good chance her butt was going to be whipped for hiding such an important fact. The dark look on Lady Shiv’s face when she confessed was familiar enough to know she was upset and disappointed. Tova knew she deserved it. She should never have kept her mouth shut.

Aevina always got her in trouble.

Why was she here now? That was the worst part about it. Tova knew that behind those doors, Yanatha and Baneth were speaking with the Triumvirate. Three High Barons of the Gray Council, powerful people in their own right and terrifying when together. Only the Empress could command them, which made their words unquestionable. There was a very good chance, she was going to receive her punishment in front of the three.

Tova’s face flushed with embarrassment. To be punished was one thing but to have it done in front of the Gray Council was a humiliation that she would never be able to live down. All the young dark-skinned woman could do was control her breathing and accept whatever was given to her.

The voices were raised again, and it sent a cold chill through her spine and she jumped in her seat as the door banged open. Lord Baneth, a handsome but terrifying man with scars on his face, strode past her with only one glance of annoyance. Lady Yanatha, her hair in thick black braids cascading down one shoulder, only took a few steps out and looked directly at her. Behind her, in the dim room, Tova could make out the glow of holo projectors still running.

“Tova.”

Tova quickly hurried to her feet, the adrenalin running through her almost making her trip over her own feet. She dipped a quick curtsey.

“Yes, My lady!”

“The High Barons wish to speak with you.”

The terror that shot through the young woman was so much worse. Now, she would have rather been stripped naked, placed on the altar, and exposed to the entire planet than to be interrogated by them. It was not her own reputation at stake now but that of Yanatha and House Brevet as a whole. One word from either of them to their own High Baron and Yanatha would be stripped of her position and so much worse for Tova.

“My lady…” Tova started but the sharp shake of Yanatha’s head silenced her.

Taking a deep breath and giving in and straightening her skirt, Tova walked in trying to be proud but humble to the three who kissed the hand of the Empress. The three holo projectors hummed softly having broken the images up to three distinct individuals.

In the center was a strong looking man wearing one of their traditional military uniforms like Baneth earlier. Though in his case, he was much more decorated, the medals and awards emblazoned on his chest. He wore a collection of kovek honors, Tova had never seen anyone wearing that many given by the royal family. When her own emerald eyes contacted his, he smiled gently which seemed to ease the tension in Tova’s heart. She could make out the sandy light brown hair from the cascading blue emitter and he gave her shallow bow.

Tova broke out in a deep blush and immediately fell to both knees and prostrated herself in front of them with her arms out in front of her. The heavy door closed behind her as Tova kept her forehead against the cool marble floor.

“Rise, Maid Tova,” the gentle voice from the center hologram said and her head popped up surprised, but she slowly pulled herself to her feet. Tova had seen pictures of this man, the favored of the Empress. High Baron Hesh Avernell.

“My master! I am humbled you wish to speak to a simple maid as I,” Tova started trying to remember the proper salutations. She cursed herself for not asking the Emissary maid for the proper wording. She remembered that a maid, no matter the bonding referred to a High baron as Master but that was about it.

“Please,” Hesh said with a raise of his hand. “You are not in trouble. We need to gauge the situation that is at hand.”

“And Lady Shiv told us that you were aware of the presence of the Princess before her arrival at the Empress.” The other, harsher voice spoke. He was an older man with a white beard and as decorated as Avernell but the jagged cut of his uniform and hints of red told her who it was. High Baron Reklun of House Tavik. Baneth’s Lord.

“Reklun,” the one on the opposite side of Avernell said. A tone of warning in her voice. There was some sort of unspoken communication between the two but the other backed down. This one wore a tvekel like she did but of cut and splendor that made her own pale. High Baroness Ilesh of House Vanen was known to wear the same clothes as her servants to blend in with her household.

“Lady Shiv—-”

“You do not need to defend your lady,” Baron Avernell cut her off with a gentle smile. “She informed us that you confessed before the conference. We are not here to take any action against her. We need the truth from you with our questions.”

“Truth? I would never lie to you!” Tova said horrified at the prospect. It was at that moment a fourth form stepped in view. The young maid could not tell if it was he or she but the familiar robe with red sash and a faceless mask covering their identity was unmistakable. An Inquisitor.

“Maid Tova, I am Inquisitor Kal. You are called to bear witness in this triumvirate. As is your right, you may request an adjudicator to assist you but in the expedience that our masters, the High Barons, need to decide, you and the members of the estate have been granted absolution for anything that comes out about the Princess of the Empire.”

Immunity. In a way, that was a relief as that meant her lady was protected as the inquisitor had absolved the estate. They were desperate for answers. Tova’s own morality surfaced, and she lowered her head.

“I will speak honestly and truthfully to the triumvirate, even without absolution. I swore to uphold the tenants even at the cost of my own stature. I will accept any punishment the Triumvirate deems necessary.”

Tova raised her head and saw the very quick smile from the central High Baron before he began.

“Tell me of the human who is with the Princess.”

“The princess was with two humans. Shiloh Jackson, who is the one who holds the bond but when she was out of apartment, she was escorted by a Larry Turner.”

“Tell me about him,” Hesh said with a nod of understanding. “What do you make of him?”

“He is an idiot,” Tova said before she policed her words and then she quickly bowed her head in apology and continued. “But shows affection for the princess though he keeps it to himself.”

“Affection? Does he treat her as property?” Hesh asked.

“What do you mean idiot? Is his stupidity a risk to the Princess’ life?” Reklun demanded.

“What do you mean keep to himself? Does he feign interest in the princess for some other reason?” Ilesh asked with concern in her voice.

Tova breathed in slowly pulling her thoughts together and then tried to speak.

“Larry Turner is a human male in his early twenties. When I say an idiot, I am referring to the idiocy of youth. He is optimistic and short sighted, but he does possess a self-awareness to protect those around him. He chose on his own to bring the princess to the embassy as he feared her falling into the hands of the Terran police force but short sighted in not asking the princess and thus bringing her to where she was not wanting to come.”

No questions followed that, so the young woman continued.

“He cares for the princess. He hides it behind a faux disdain but a few moments ago before the arrival of the Mistress of Blue Blossom, Larry Turner was willing to throw himself at my lord Baneth in what he thought was a way to protect her.”

“Futile gesture,” Reklun said amused. “Lord Baneth would not be felled by an untrained human.”

“I agree, My master,” Tova said making sure to stay official with him. “But I believe it speaks to his affection and care for her as he was willing to risk bodily harm in an unwinnable situation to protect her.”

There was a defiant upturn of Ilesh’s chin as if some point was made for her.

“How does he treat her?” the Baroness asked.

“He treats her well,” Tova said. “I do not wish to speak ill of the princess.”

“Maid Tova,” Hesh said cutting her off. “I appreciate your desire to maintain decorum but we three are well aware of Princess Aevina’s tendencies to be a dekek in the trousers. Please speak your mind.”

“Princess Aevina has not followed her contract as she should have. Sneaking out from her master’s abode without his permission to explore the city,” Tova started giving in and realizing she had to speak. “Larry Turner chose voluntarily to escort her for her protection and made sure she was safe. Even in a bar fight that she started a month or two ago.”

“I had a feeling that was her,” Hesh chuckled to himself.

“And Larry has not availed himself on the Princess sexually?” Ilesh said. “Her contract has removed her of the ability to decline her master.”

“Larry Turner is a gentleman that I believe the High Barons would find to be honorable to the level our people. I am confident that he would never avail himself of that clause due to his own integrity.”

“I…” Tova started. Well, it was time to confess everything.

“I wanted to understand what he was truly capable of. I asked a few of the maids to wear more revealing clothing around him and to also be more flirtatious so that. He never once crossed the line and touched a maid against her will with ample opportunity. He was even caught looking, blushed and called the maid pretty and quickly retreated to the other side of the room. It was amusing. He respects the autonomy of an individual even against the contract itself.”

“Maid Tova,” Hesh started and then stopped for a moment. “Would Larry Turner protect the life of the Princess at the cost of his own?”

The maid thought for a few moments and then nodded.

“Yes, My master. Larry Turner would protect the princess with his very life, even though he does not realize it.”

“Very well. Thank you for the truth, maid Tova. You are dismissed. Please ask your Lady if she would join us.”

Dropping to her knees and bowing low again in reverent respect, she backed out, not turning her backs to those who outranked her by so much. Outside she found Lady Yanatha sitting on one of the comfortable chairs with a glass of Vevek Wine with ice floating in it. One male and one female servant waiting at the door.

Yanatha raised an eyebrow, her dark eyes smoldering with fury.

“The High Barons ask for your company, My lady,” Tova said with her eyes properly looking at the floor.

Before the lady could move and ignoring the other maids that she outranked, Tova went to her knees in front of the sitting woman.

“I ask for your forgiveness,” Tova said with her head down.

“You were absolved by the Triumvirate,” Yanatha responded coldly.

“I do not wish their absolution. I wish the forgiveness of my lady for the position I put her in,” Tova said quickly.

There was a pause and Yanatha leaned forward, her breath against her ear so only the maid could hear. There was a bite of anger in it.

“Be careful of your choice, Tova.”

“I want the forgiveness of my lady,” Tova said again with certainty.

Yanatha laid a hand on her shoulder before standing up.

“When I’m done with you, you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”

There was a ruffle of clothing as the Lady floated through the doors that slammed shut again. Tova stood and took her seat again knowing that she had given up the protections of the absolution. Tova did not care. Yanatha was the first to trust her and she wanted that back.

Yanatha was creative in her punishments and no matter what she had planned, it was worth it to get in her good graces again.

The pain would be proper absolution.

“Damn Aevina and the trouble she gets me into.”

Though the corridor of space the Radiant Awakening was in had been contested for a while, nobody had actually tried anything. The loosely affiliated group of stations and ships calling themselves the Wanderer’s Accord had claimed a few parsecs of Xaltean territory as their own, which was promptly denied by the Empire. It had been quiet—until now.

The Executive Engineer in charge of the entire ship’s engineering crew believed it was a gravitic mine hidden along the normal route ships were taken. He wasn’t sure if they were specifically targeted, but the damage had knocked out their drive, leaving them defenseless in real space. To say Ship Master Vylk Mas of House Nabeth was not happy would have been an understatement.

He sat in his seat in the center of the ship’s bridge, surrounded by the floating hologram screens with the status of the vessel his House had entrusted to him. His First stood politely to the side, her jumpsuit a perfect aquamarine color and hair in a bun giving her a beautiful but businesslike look.

“Anything with long-range communication?” Vylk asked, leaning slightly to see between the holographs to the person working on said equipment.

“Negative, Shipmaster. Something in these asteroids is interfering with transmission. Maybe deposits of Nyrilium or other material.”

“First, anything from Executive Melk?”

“Nothing new. The core’s integrity is compromised from a cracked cross-node. We cannot return to null space until he figures a way to patch it,” she responded crisply, her eyes continuing to watch the bridge and listen to the earpiece she wore. Helasia would funnel the information to him as he needed it.

Vylk rubbed his forehead in frustration. Could anything get worse?

“Shipmaster! Signals detecting dropping out of null space. They’re ahead of us. Interception in five minutes.”

Well, that answered that.

“Scanners?”

“Still messed up from the mine detonation,” the officer responded back.

Helasia’s face grew tighter in frustration. “This feels more and more intentional, Shipmaster.”

Vylk nodded in agreement, but so far his options were limited. Without his primary power source, the primary pulse cannons were offline. They had been lucky enough to restore energy shielding earlier.

“We’re receiving a transmission,” the communications officer continued.

“Activate channel. Tie into translators.”

“They’re transmitting in Xaltean.”

‘Oh. This is definitely a setup.’

“Xaltean vessel. This is Captain Junta Jor of the Black Pox,” the voice came over, a sneer in the sound of heavy imperial.

“This is Shipmaster Vylk Mas, Serene Starfall Estate, House Nabeth. What can I do for you, Captain?”

“Seems you’re having some issues with your ship,” he continued in a surprised tone that nobody believed.

“Nothing we can’t handle.”

“Well, we’d like to offer our assistance with our engineering teams.”

“No need. We have it under control.”

“I insist, Shipmaster. I’d hate for all of you to be stranded out here. Someone might take advantage of you.”

Vylk glanced towards Helasia, who had brought up a holo-tactical map in front of her face. He didn’t need a report from her to know that the two other vessels were taking up flanking positions.

“Your concern is noted and appreciated, but this vessel is sovereign territory of the Empire. I do not believe the Wanderer’s Accord wants to start creating waves with us now.”

There was silence for a few moments before the voice returned.

“Honestly, you look like salvage to me, and in that case, we’re going to lay claim. You know. Law of space. Don’t worry, Shipmaster. Your crew will be well taken care of. Especially any women. We have great places for them that are safe.”

The channel closed before Vylk could respond, catching a few off-guard.

“This is the Shipmaster,” he said, tapping the comm button. “All hands. Arm yourselves and prepare for hostile boarding parties.”

“We’re going to fight?” Helasia asked. “They’ve got us outnumbered.”

“I refuse to surrender this ship without a fight and let my crew fall in the hands of slavers.”

She nodded, though her face had gone a bit pale, her grip tightening on her sidearm.

On the viewscreen, the Black Pox maneuvered itself, and the Xaltean captain could make out the dock clamp ports opening.

“Shipmaster! A new vessel just dropped out of null space,” the comm called out.

“ID?”

“The vessel is human. Duty Class destroyer. They’re… hailing.”

“Xaltean vessel. This is Captain Emilia Sanderson of the Confederate starship Joshua Chamberlain. You appear to be having a party. You alright?”

“Captain,” Vylk responded. “We’ve lost our engines, and the vessels around us have declined leaving as we requested.”

“Oh, have they now?” There was a three-tone beep, which confirmed they had opened a channel and added the others.

“Human vessel,” came the angry voice of the Black Pox captain. “Your presence is not needed. We have—”

“Listen buddy,” Captain Sanderson cut in, her light voice carrying an iron he hadn’t heard in humans before. “It’s high time for you to pack up and go back where you came from. I see those grapple hooks. If you don’t want me to open fire, you better be jumping.”

“The Accord doesn’t—”

“I don’t give a shit about your Accord. I’m passing through, delivering supplies back and forth between colonies like a mailman, and both my crew and I are hella bored. I would appreciate nothing more than to give them target practice.”

“You wouldn’t—”

Helasia giggled, and Vylk looked over to her. She whispered, “Humans have just started powering up their central rail gun. I’m detecting them heating their nighthawk missile racks.”

The humans were brash, ill-mannered, and loud, but Vylk could now see the benefits of that.

“I’m not gonna even start counting, Captain whatever-your-name-is. As soon as my rail gun is charged, I’m shoving this tungsten steel shell up your ass.”

The three would-be raiders turned, and their engines flared, pushing them away.

“You still there, Shipmaster?” the human called.

“I am.”

“Mind if we provide a tow? There’s a Terran repair facility nearby. They can take a look at your damage—or if you’re not comfortable with that, you can park outside their cannons until your own help arrives. That way those assholes don’t try to pick on you again.”

“Greatly appreciated, Captain.”

Vylk laughed to himself as the connection ended. He had not anticipated being saved by humans of all things today.

This was going to be a funny story back at port.

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Celestianity was born out of the remnants of war as much of the planet and colonies were seeking some sort of answer to the horrors they had experienced. This led to the rise of the need for spiritual guidance to persist. Rooted in the fragments of old belief systems, Celestianity weaves together principles from Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism, offering solace and purpose to the denizens of the Terran Confederacy.

In the aftermath of devastating wars that dismantled organized religions, a spiritual void engulfed the cosmos, leaving countless souls yearning for meaning and salvation. From the ashes of the past, Celestianity emerged, born out of the fragments and remnants of its predecessors. Assimilating elements from Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism, Celestianity became a beacon of light, restoring hope and purpose in a universe scarred by conflict.

At the heart of Celestianity lies the profound understanding of cause and effect—a timeless principle resonating throughout the many. Celestians recognize the interconnectedness of all actions and decisions, understanding that their choices have far-reaching consequences that shape their individual destinies and the trajectory of society. This belief serves as a moral compass, guiding Celestians to act responsibly, with mindfulness, and with reverence for the cosmic tapestry of existence.

Central to Celestianity is the unwavering conviction in the transformative power of faith. Celestians understand that faith is not merely an anchor in times of tribulation, but also a catalyst for personal growth and spiritual elevation. By embracing the teachings, principles, and rituals of Celestianity, followers believe they can attain celestial salvation and enlightenment, transcending the limitations of mortal existence. Faith becomes a potent force, illuminating the path towards cosmic harmony and unity with the divine.

As pilgrims in the cosmos, Celestians embark on sacred journeys to revered sites scattered across the vast expanse of space, the primary site being the Altar of Hope on Sanctum Lumina. These pilgrimages provide opportunities for introspection, renewal, and communion with the celestial realms. Immersed in the presence of these sacred spaces, devotees seek solace, enlightenment, and a deeper connection with the cosmic energies that permeate the universe. Accompanying these pilgrimages, prayer becomes a channel through which Celestians communicate their hopes, fears, and aspirations to the higher realms, seeking guidance, solace, and strength.

The initiation into Celestianity takes the form of baptism, a sacred rite symbolizing commitment and dedication to the core tenets of Loyalty, Purity, and Austerity. Loyalty fosters a sense of unity, encouraging Celestians to stand together in pursuit of cosmic harmony. Purity emphasizes moral rectitude and the purification of one's intentions and actions, guiding the faithful to embody righteousness. Austerity, a cornerstone of Celestianity, teaches followers to embrace simplicity and self-discipline, valuing spiritual enlightenment over material desires.

As Celestianity flourished, it embraced a conservative approach to its implementation, seeking to preserve the core principles and rituals that had withstood the test of time. This conservatism ensured the continuity of the faith and provided stability in an ever-changing universe. It served as a reminder of the wisdom contained within ancient traditions, guarding against the dilution of Celestianity's essence.

Within the territories of the Terran Confederacy, Celestianity permeated almost all aspects of society. Its influence extended to governance, cultural practices, and personal ethics, manifesting as a presence in the lives of its adherents and those in the periphery. Celestians actively engaged in public life, guided by their religious convictions to foster harmony, justice, and spiritual enlightenment among their fellow citizens. The religious institutions of Celestianity provided spaces of worship, education, and communal gatherings, serving as vital pillars of the faith.

Celestianity's emergence and evolution within the post-war era symbolize humanity's unwavering pursuit of meaning and purpose. Blending elements of Christianity, Islam, and Hinduism, it created a unique tapestry of beliefs and practices. From the ashes of the past, Celestianity rose to guide countless souls towards salvation, enlightenment, and unity with the cosmos. Its legacy endures as a celestial beacon of hope, illuminating the path for future generations in their search for transcendence and spiritual fulfillment within the vast realms of the Terran Confederacy.

It was first the sound of the little red truffet chirping on the balcony of the maid dormitories that stirred Siv from her slumber. Her brain revolted at the thought of getting off her fluffy bedroll. Her naked body had sunk deep into the comfy fibers, snuggling her skin while she had her face buried into her cylindrical pillow.

The truffet called out again, and this time its voice was mixed with the soft chiming of the morning bells singing out, causing the rest of the maids to begin to stir. Siv lifted her head and forced her eyes open, the gentle morning sunlight dancing across the wooden floors. The room was about a thousand square feet without walls. Four other balconies lined the wall facing east. Though it might have looked haphazard, there were bunk beds, mats, bed rolls, and little tables and chairs set up in clusters for each order of maids. On the north wall was the line of shower heads and a raised marble step to keep the water in for the showers, and the opposite wall had a line of cabinets and tables for breakfast.

Siv herself was an Estate maid of the 3rd order for House Avernell, and even being pretty ranked, she was still expected to sleep with the rest of the maids. Only the Head maids of the order received their own private room. Siv started awake again at the thought of Head Estate Maid Abiva and groaned, knowing that there was no going back to sleep.

It was the breeze through the open balcony doors that stirred the satin curtains that made the Estate maid shiver. Her front half pressed down in the warm comfort of the bed roll was warm, but her bare back and butt were covered in dew that had settled from the previous night thanks to the proximity. The variation in temperature caused her to shiver again and force herself up, so her entire form was cold.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” Xion said as she walked up to where Siv was on all fours, her body locking up and protesting the cold ache of the morning.

“Go away, Xion,” Siv whined, stretching like a cat and trying to force her back muscles to relax. “Abiva had me working in the woods all day moving fallen branches.”

Xion, the newest addition to the Estate maids having recently earned her 10th order position as an Estate maid, giggled and offered a baked bread roll toward the other woman. The delicious aroma of fresh bread and spiced meat hit Siv like one of the branches she hadn’t paid attention to.

“I got you a kevet, but if you want more you gonna have to race Nizzie,” Xion said with a smirk.

The mention of the troublesome little Harvester of the 6th Order with straw-colored pigtails made the other woman jump up, ignoring the popping of her joints and the ache in her back.

“If that little pain in the butt cheek eats all the eflen again, I’m going to spike her tymor oil with drakul sand,” Siv growled, shoving the flaky meat pastry into her mouth and thinking where she could find the extremely itchy powder left over from a common burrowing insect on the planet Victory.

Grabbing her discarded zizuut wrap from where she had dropped it the night before and tossing it in the little hamper by the head of her bedroll, Siv rummaged through her unorganized foot locker for a clean tvekel while Xion used a cloth from her own pocket to wipe the dew from her friend’s back.

Grabbing the long, flowing dress of blue with a triumphant sound, she finished the rest of her meal and marched past the other maids as they prepared for the day. Some were still rummaging for clothes while others were already dressed, at their little tables in meeting or finishing a morning meal together. There were still a few asleep, more than likely on their day off the schedule. Siv counted in her head and she still had at least four more before her three days off. Dropping her clothes in a neat pile on the benches outside the shower space, she found her cubby, depressed her finger so the DNA sequencer recognized her and retrieved her soaps and creams. She only took a few paces to the nearest shower head, depressed the activate, and then waved her hand in front of the sensor. Immediately, a strong downpour of hot water arced out of the large shower head, drenching her and washing away the morning dew and cold.

She began to scrub, glancing only once at the clock to see she still had thirty minutes and that Nizzie hadn’t eaten all the food yet.

The advantage of the large shower head was that the spray allowed room for more than one. Before she had come to the Estate, Siv had been a private person, but now she didn’t care. So when a young man stepped into the shower head beside her, she shifted only slightly to give him more room.

“Good morning, Colleague Siv,” the tall man with dusky skin said. His hair was shaved close to the side but still dark and curly on the top. Siv recognized the voice of Grel, one of the Harvesters from Nizzie’s group.

“Colleague Grel,” the estate maid responded, glancing over to confirm she had been right. Her eyes met his dark ones, and he gave a friendly smile as he scrubbed at his head. His chiseled chest and lean arms told her that he was a technician and was probably part of the construction battalion. With over two hundred and fifty maids in this massive room, it was common to recognize each other but that was about it.

Siv made sure not to allow her eyes to roam any lower than his stomach. She did not need that on her mind all day.

“Have your assignments?”

The estate maid shook her head, causing the two-tone blond and lavender hair to bounce around wetly. “Head Maid Abiva assigns them in the morning for my cohort. I’m just hoping I’m not back in the woods. I think I got bit a few times by those stupid tiktiks.”

“Head Maid Vandir wants me to lead the construction team for the rest of the week,” he said, turning away to grab his soap before continuing. “The eastern landing pad needs reinforced after the autumn storms last year. He doesn’t want to wait too long and give the concrete time to harden.”

“Sounds wise,” Siv said, not understanding a single thing about construction. How to properly set the table when dealing with multiple houses was easy, but understanding all the building terms was not.

“There’s a new play in town,” Grel said, his voice cautious. “At the communal theater in Belentine. Head Vandir gave me two passes. Would you be interested in attending with me?”

Siv started just slightly, not expecting this handsome worker to ask her for her company for the evening. Having been so focused on mastering her 5th order duties had limited the number of friends.

“I appreciate it, Grel, but my duties do not allow me to pursue the satin ribbon,” she responded, trying to be gentle. He looked confused for only a moment, his red from the water becoming redder.

“I beg forgiveness of the 5th order maid,” he said quickly, dropping in to the placation used when one thought offense was made. “I only mean as comrades. My cohort prefers nights in the woods or on the river, and I prefer more cultured and simpler fairs. Maid Xion suggested you may be interested in historical drama plays, and I am already pursuing the ribbon with another maid, so I shall not seek anything more than your company.”

Siv glanced at the giant wall clock and noted she had fifteen minutes left and Nizzie was making her way towards the last few pastries.

“How about a tentative yes?” Siv offered, quickly washing off the last of the soap on her body. “I will need to ask Head Abiva if I may leave the premise with your pass. She has had me running extra duties this week.”

“Meet up at lunch in the cafeteria?” he offered. “You can let me know then if she’s alright with it?”

“Sure,” Siv said, half focused on her and more focused on the fact that Nizzie was about to earn the Tarkul sand.

Toweling off haphazardly, throwing on the dress so that it covered her and draped across her breasts, and then cinching the belt around her waist, she quickly strode towards the woman in pigtails who had her short top on and work bottoms on.

“Touch that last eflen, Nizzie, and I’ll stuff jaklaws in your bedroll!” Siv bellowed.

Nizzie squeaked and fled. In triumph, Siv scooped up the last and bit into it with happiness.

Official Archivist Entry for Codex Xaltea
NOTICE: All measurements have been converted to Terran metric (imperial) measurements

Introduction

When House Avernell’s Blue Blossom Estate is mentioned, it can elicit many different responses from people. To the Historians, it’s known for the desperate holding action several hundred years ago against a massive Drull Incursion where Lady Vanata Avernell gave her life in the protection of the planet. To others, it is the home of the unique and highly valued Blue Wine produced through traditional methods, giving the beverage a refreshing and cool taste with only a hint of tart. For many though, it is mostly known for its recent entry into the history books as having the first ever Terran installed as Lord of the Manor.

This small report will answer the physical questions about the estate more than any political or historical significance.

Vital Statistics of the Estate

The Blue Blossom estate is 1,181 square kilometers (456 square miles) surrounded by a high-security stone wall with the inner Estate House sitting on 2.6 square kilometers (one square mile) of land near the center. It makes up a total of 721,152.3 hectares (291,840 acres) consisting of forest, lakes, and fields, as well as the land set aside for growing both Blue Blossom Wine and Winter Rose Wine.

It presently employs a total of 4,289 personnel, with 2,800 dedicated to the fields and the rest distributed among the estate personnel and the grounds personnel.

In the Spring and Summer months, the estate focuses on the production of Blue Wine, putting out an annual amount of 650,000 cases of wine—487,500 cases being Blue Wine and the last 162,500 being Winter Rose.

Prestige of Blue Blossom

Though many other houses have grown their own Vevet Blossom plants to make the wine, the traditional methods utilized and perfected are only known by the artisans of the estate. Eighty years ago, the Empire granted the Estate the rights to the name Blue Blossom Wine, blocking all others from using the term. The derivatives are mostly known as Vevet Wine.

The Estate boasts three imperial pennants from Emperor Shuvik Vaesh, Emperor Morek Vaesh, and the present Empress Cilia Vaesh. These pennants represent the favor of the ruling family towards the estate and add to the prestige of the House.

Present Leadership

The present leadership of the house is as follows:

  • Lord of the Estate: Henry Patton-Avernell
  • Mistress to her Lord: Maevin Maer
  • Head Technician of the Ground Legion: Vindik Mal
  • Head Maid of the Estate Legion: Abiva Etiv
  • Head Maid of the Reserve Legion: Nish Kevet
  • Master Vintner to His Lord: Ekulik Ral
  • Security Chief to His Lord: Primal Tox Utivin

The Ground Legion

The Ground Legion is the segment of the estate that takes care of maintenance and vineyard work. It is broken into Battalions, then Cohorts, and then Teams. The list is as follows:

  • Maintenance Battalion (Called Technicians)
    • Fields Cohort: Maintains all equipment related to the fields.
    • Construction Cohort: Handles construction and repair of all facilities.
    • Services Cohort: Repairs shuttles, computers, and other miscellaneous equipment.
  • Harvest Battalion (Called Harvesters)
    • Vineyard Cohort: Works in the fields.
    • Lake Cohort: Maintains lakes, including fishing and stocking.
    • Forest Cohort: Oversees herbs and spices grown in the fields.

The Estate Legion

The Estate Legion is responsible for the Estate itself and its surrounding grounds, consisting of the personnel that the Lord of the Estate encounters most frequently.

  • Estate Battalion (Called Maids)
    • Estate Cohort: Maintains the interior of the primary residence and surrounding grounds.
    • Scullery Cohort: Oversees all kitchens and food services on the estate.
    • Emissary Cohort: Handles guests and honored patronages, and acts as aides or secretaries during downtime.

The Reserve Legion

The Reserve Legion manages supplies coming in and out of the estate, from raw goods to processed products. All procurement, except weapons for security, goes through them.

  • Reserve Battalion (Called Maids)
    • Stockpile Cohort: Manages resources within the estate grounds.
    • Inventory Cohort: Maintains stock levels, paperwork, and customs.
    • Acquisition Cohort: Handles purchasing, retrieval, and transport of resources outside the estate.

Security Cohort

The Security Cohort operates outside the social structure, with its soldiers and guards reporting directly to the Security Chief. The Chief, who is on the same level as the Mistress, defers to her in tradition while maintaining authority over all security matters.

The Master Vintner

The Master Vintner oversees wine production, quality control, and training. They operate outside the normal chain of command, directly supervising Wine Maids and wine technicians. Master Vintners wear a purple ribbon with gold trimming to signify their rank.

In Closing

This brief statistical analysis provides insight into the workings of a large estate like Blue Blossom. Most other houses use a similar system, though smaller estates, like House Neema, condense roles into fewer Legions. Hopefully, this offers an interesting glimpse into the active operations of a House Estate.