Mercy Mission

There was absolutely no reason that Captain Senden should be calling him in his bath. It had become Leader Dessler’s habit to show the flag about his Empire unannounced. None of the systems along their route had been giving him trouble. At least, the Leader had not been informed of any. Thus, Dessler stared at the concubine holding the phone with great disdain. What haven’t they been telling me this time, he wondered. She tried to meet his gaze with a tremulous smile.

“The Captain assures me that this is a most urgent matter,” the concubine said softly.

Given the way the young woman was trembling, Dessler concluded that the matter was important enough that the captain feared his reaction were he not informed more than fearing the interruption of his bath. Dessler accepted the phone.

“Yes, captain?”

“Leader Dessler, we have intercepted a distress signal from a nearby vessel under attack. The signal is on the Yamato List,” Captain Senden said crisply.

“Distress signal?” Dessler repeated as he rose from the tub. “Deploy the fleet to their co-ordinates. Destroy the attackers immediately. We will rescue that ship and its crew.”

“At once, Leader Dessler.”

A thought occurred to Dessler. “Who on the Yamato List?”

There was a brief pause, as the captain checked. “Kodai,” he replied.

Dessler was man of destiny. Consequently, he didn’t believe in coincidences. “I'm on my way.”

How many precious moments had they wasted in their hesitation to approach him, Dessler wondered in irritation as he hurriedly dressed. The concubine was most efficient in helping him in or out of his clothes quickly. She was also very curious about his interest in this current situation. Very little had diverted him from hedonistic pursuits on this journey. There would be even more curiosity on the bridge. Let them wonder. Where the Yamato was concerned, Dessler kept his own counsel.

“Have refreshments ready,” Dessler said crisply as he headed for the corridor. “You will sleep in your quarters tonight.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Dessler was impressed. She hid her dismay quite well.

There was a lot of activity on the bridge. Dessler entered then took his place on a dais above the fray. They had completed their warp, and the inevitable battle was proceeding well. Captain Senden noticed him immediately. After finishing a string of orders, he turned toward his leader.

“My Lord, the attackers have been obliterated. Unfortunately, the Earth ship was already destroyed as well,” he said.

The captain kept his composure as he prepared for the possibility of immediate death. The Leader was not known for his tolerance of failure. Fortunately, he was able to complete his report.

“However, we have detected signs of an escape craft. It’s badly damaged, but we have a recovery team on the way.”

“I want the status of the survivors,” Dessler said mildly. “And I want to know where the attackers came from.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Talan straightened his stance even more. He was holding back. Dessler knew his chief aide would explain himself at the proper time, but also that Talan did not yet believe that time was now. Dessler chose to give him the opportunity to volunteer it later. But not much later.

The captain looked at the communications officer who nodded. The recovery team leader appeared on the screen.

“Recovery, report. What is the status of the survivors?”

“There were four on board. Only one is still alive,” came the reply. “He is injured and unconscious. He appears to be the commander.”

“Show me,” Dessler commanded with a slight edge to his voice.

The image changed, to a body being propped up by one of the boarding party. He was covered in blood and grime. Black soot obscured most of his faceplate until it was brushed clear. A light was shone in his face.

It was Kodai.

Dessler hid his strong reaction behind his usual mask of indifference. Here at last was the moment when he was confronted with making idle hedonistic fantasy a concrete plan of action. Not that there was ever any doubt what he would do.

Now, it was Talan’s turn to know that something was being left unsaid. Fortunately for him, Leader Dessler knew Talan’s discretion was absolute.

“Have the craft brought on board. I want immediate medical attention for the survivor. The other bodies will be properly interred in the morgue,” Dessler said quietly.

“Yes, my Lord.” The screen went blank.

“I’ll be in sick bay. Download the craft’s computer. When I return, you will explain what happened.”

Dessler didn't hear the response. He had to see Kodai. The recovery team had just delivered him to sick bay. The bodies of the fallen were in the morgue. The doctor did not look frenzied. That was a good sign. The doctor and his staff worked quickly and methodically to cut Kodai from his charred spacesuit, cleanse his bruised body and place him on a gurney. Even unconscious, Dessler knew the young man was suffering. There was a look of anguish on his handsome features. Kodai had matured in the years since their last encounter. The boyish beauty had become a strikingly handsome young man. His jaw was more defined as were his cheekbones more prominent. Dessler wondered what he would see in those deep brown eyes when they finally opened.

“My Lord, the patient has a concussion and his arm has been lacerated by shrapnel,” the Doctor said as he approached. “He will survive, but we must operate to repair the blood vessels in his arm.”

“Understood,” Dessler replied. “When he is stable, bring him to my chambers to recover.”

“My Lord, that is highly irregular,” he replied in great confusion.

“I always recover from injury in my quarters. It is equipped for such matters,” Dessler replied in a mild tone. It was uncharacteristic of him to explain further, but he didn't need the Doctor's resistance just then. “Kodai has little reason to trust most Garumans. If he wakes injured and surrounded by them, he will panic and never recover. He trusts me.”

“Ah, that's most logical,” the doctor said. “I'll make arrangements as soon as he is stable. I'll sedate him to keep him from fully waking here.”

Dessler nodded his approval. He glanced at Kodai once more before returning to the bridge.

The atmosphere there was much more relaxed. They must have all the answers he required. He reviewed the faces before seating himself. He could see in his aide’s expression, that now was the time.

“Yes, Talan?” Dessler inquired. An aide thoughtfully handed him a goblet of his favorite beverage.

“Several months ago, an epidemic of red scar broke out on Karadas. Karadas has no natural supply of the enzyme used to treat the disease.”

Dessler remembered this part. Talan had briefed him at the time. They weren’t part of the Empire, and the Leader believed that a people should maintain control over their own destinies. However, he had agreed to the deployment of a squadron of planet destroying missile ships to a nearby sector in the event that Karadas ever presented a risk of infection.

“One month ago, Earth agreed to supply them with the requested drugs.”

This was what had made Talan nervous. Dessler arched an eyebrow towards him. “And why wasn’t I informed?”

“Forgive me Leader Dessler, but we only learned that a ship was being sent. At that time we didn’t know it would be under the command of anyone on the Yamato list.”

Dessler nodded in agreement. He had drilled and drilled into the minds of his underlings the importance of tracking the movements of the Yamato and her crew. It was only to be expected they’d ignore anything else.

“19 days ago, the corvette...,” Talan checked his notes. “...Isokaze, departed for Karadas. According to the escape craft’s logs, they were accosted seven hours ago by Dendrian pirates. Outnumbered and outgunned, Capatain Kodai tried to reason with them, to the point of offering himself as a hostage for ransom in exchange for the Isokaze’s safe passage.”

“They refused,” Dessler added with a sneer. “Short sighted animals. It would have been easy enough to find out how much Captain Kodai was worth to enemies and allies. The time has come to address this threat to the Empire.”

“I don’t understand, my Lord. They’ve always been careful to avoid attacking us.”

“They’re stupid and impatient. An attack on our territory is now an inevitability.”

“I understand, my Lord.”

“Good. Set course for the Dendrian system. You will have a sufficient supply of the enzyme made available to the Karadas people,” Dessler added. “Those men will not have died in vain.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

His staff began the mechanics of invasion. Lord Dessler needed to say little; they were all well trained and experienced. His blood was boiling. How could anyone attack after Kodai had made such a brave offer? These sort of animals did not have a place in his empire.

It took several hours to organize his forces and warp to the Dendrian system. During that time, Talan informed Dessler that the enzyme had been collected and a very surprised Karadas government had agreed to accept delivery. This knowledge would help a great deal in getting his new companion to relax and accept his situation. That was a battle for later. Dessler had another one immediately ahead of him.

They outer rim of the system had been mined. Certainly the most meaningless defense a system could develop against one who reveled in his experiments in mine warfare.

“Shall I prepare the Dessler countermines, my Lord?” The captain asked.

A thought occurred to the Leader. Perhaps Kodai would not appreciate the needless slaughter of entire star system.

“Contact the Dendrian government. They are to surrender those who were involved in the attack of the Isokaze immediately.”

Perhaps obliteration wasn’t necessary. If the pirates were operating without the authorization of the system government, routing them would be a simple affair. Leader Dessler would likely be thanked for his efforts. However, the entire system might be in league with them as a source of income. A brief conversation would answer the question either way. Dessler didn't care which was the case. The pirates would be dispatched as efficiently as possible. Leader Dessler wanted to send a message to the entire quadrant. Lawlessness would not be allowed to interfere with his Empire.

The well coiffed and attired Prime Minister of the Dendrian Authority appeared on the screen.

Talan spoke. “This is the flagship for the Garuman Empire. Pirates are operating from the moon of your fourth planet. They have attacked allies of the Empire on a mission of mercy and will face Leader Dessler's justice.”

The Prime Minister was affronted. “We have no pirates here, only honest merchants who may have has entanglement with aggressive aliens,” he began. “Furthermore, the Dendrian Authority does not recognize the right of the Garuman Empire to interfere in matters outside its borders.”

Dessler had been enjoying his goblet of wine. He was not distressed. The refusal made everything easier and the message more effective. How convenient that a squadron of missile ships had been so close. Kodai couldn’t call it needless destruction now...

“Obliterate the system,” he said mildly. “Then, best speed to the Dragon Fortress.”

“Very well,” Talan said. “The entire Dendrian system will face Leader Dessler's just wrath. You will be destroyed.”

The Prime Minister was cut off in mid-sneer. The captain was pleased, if his small smile was any indication. Dessler left the bridge to the frenzy of activity that would precede the orgy of planetary destruction. He had seen that deadly dance often enough. What he wanted to see was Kodai. He would be by the young man's side when he finally woke.

Dessler's personal aides had done well. The room was well set up for a medical recuperation. He had just arrived when the medical team entered pushing the mobile medical bed through the door. Kodai was deeply asleep. His mouth and nose was covered with a mask providing the oxygen mixture his people required. Kodai didn't look anguished anymore. He was peaceful and pain free.

“My Lord, we have monitors on Captain Kodai's vitals,” the doctor said crisply. “If he becomes distressed in any way, my staff will respond immediately.”

Dessler considered that for a moment while Kodai was gently transferred from the mobile bed to his. The young man barely took up a quarter of the space.

“You will explain everything I will need to assist in his recovery,” Dessler said quietly in a tone that brooked no argument. “I want him to be disturbed as little as possible. My aides will bring him his food and medicines. You may examine him at intervals to gauge his progress, and I will inform you if he is in serious distress.”

The doctor was not pleased at all. But the request was not completely unreasonable given Dessler's previous explanation that Kodai was deeply suspicious of their kind. And he had left the door open for consistent monitoring of the patient.

“As you wish, my Lord,” he said. “Captain Kodai will wake within a few hours. He will be very thirsty. He should only have water. I have a schedule of foods that your aides can bring here.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Dessler said. It was a rare show gratitude that the physician appreciated.

The doctor nodded, and then his staff departed. Dessler was finally alone with Captain Kodai. The young man was injured and vulnerable, but Dessler could still sense his unwavering determination and strength. This would be a fascinating test of wills. The ever-confident Leader of Empires was not certain whose will would prevail.

Dessler settled himself on a very comfortable chair he had placed alongside the bed. He read while enjoying another goblet of wine. Mostly, he just watched Kodai as he rested. It took a little over an hour before Kodai awoke. Dessler knew the moment the young man was awake. There was a brief, plaintive moan of the fair Yuki's name, then Kodai went still as those dark, dark brown eyes snapped open. He didn't know where he was save it wasn't somewhere that he knew.

“Do not be afraid, Kodai,” Dessler said quietly. “You are safe.”

Those eyes stared at Dessler incredulously as the Leader rose to pour him a goblet of cool water and fetch a straw. Once he returned to the bed, Dessler removed the mask.

“Dessler...?” Kodai asked weakly.

“Don't try to talk right now,” Dessler said, sitting alongside him on the bed. Kodai was not completely flat, thus he was already propped up. “You should drink some water while I tell you what has passed since your ship was attacked.”

Kodai might have thought about protesting, but the promise of information dissuaded him. He slowly sipped water from the straw Dessler held.

“Your mission brought you to the edge of my newest territories,” Dessler explained. “We engaged your attackers, but not in time to save the rest of your crew or the cargo you carried. You have my apologies. The bodily remains of your companions from the escape craft are in our morgue until you are ready to attend to a funeral.”

Kodai nodded. He was devastated at the loss of the crew, but clearly grateful for Dessler's efforts.

“I have ordered a replacement shipment of the enzyme. It is already en route to Karadas,” I added. “It should get there in time to avert disaster.”

Kodai stopped drinking. He was startled at Dessler's gesture.

“Thank you, Dessler,” Kodai whispered. “You are a true friend.”

Dessler had been right. Kodai's eyes were less candid and more wary than he's known them to be, but they still told him a lot. The young man was still worried about his current situation.

“Your injuries are not severe,” Dessler said, offering another cup of water. Kodai began to sip once again. “You had a slight head injury and your left arm was damaged by shrapnel. That has been repaired. You are in my chambers, the most secure on the ship. Only I will tend to you unless absolutely necessary.”

Again, there was surprise in Kodai's dark eyes.

“I know that you have good reason not to trust my people,” Dessler said easily. “I do not want you to worry about your safety while you recover.”

Dessler didn’t believe it himself, and it was apparent from Kodai’s pause that he didn’t believe it either. However, for the moment, it was clear that he would go along. Kodai finished the cup. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Are you up to food?”

Kodai looked rueful. He even smiled a small smile. “I don't think so.”

His eyelids were almost too heavy to keep open as he finished the second goblet.

“You should go back to sleep, Kodai.”

“I don't think I can stop myself,” he replied sluggishly.

Kodai's eyes closed. A short time later, he was soundly asleep. Dessler smiled. That had gone very well. Kodai trusted him enough to sleep easily in his bed. The next time the patient awoke, he would likely be hungry. Dessler called his aide to the chamber to arrange dinner for them both. Then, he changed into his sleeping attire. The day had been surprisingly draining. It was doubtful that even the excitement of actually having the young captain with him would keep Dessler from sleeping.

Two hours later, Dessler's aide arrived with a covered, rolling table. The aide went about his tasks without comment. He set up a free standing ice bucket with a newly opened bottle of wine.

“Uncover the food, then you may go,” Dessler said after he was handed a goblet.

The aide bowed after complying then took his leave.

Dessler returned his attention to his reading. He was never completely free from matters of Empire. Only a short while later, Kodai stirred. He smelled the food for sure, but his attention was on Dessler as he woke.

“You're not in your uniform,” Kodai murmured as he sat up. “I've never even see you without your gloves.”

“I can hardly wear a cape while I sleep,” Dessler replied with a smile. “It always ended up terribly rumpled.”

Kodai chuckled. “I guess not. Do I smell soup?”

“You do,” Dessler said with pride. “This one is known for its restorative properties.”

The Leader placed a tray with a large, steamy bowl of soup on the bed along with a hunk of brown bread. Kodai tasted it with interest. Then, he smiled.

“Tastes like chicken!” Kodai exclaimed. “Really good soup.”

Dessler smiled as he attacked his own tray of meats and delicate greens. “I'm glad you like it and that you have an appetite.”

The men ate for a time in a comfortable silence. When Kodai finished his soup and bread, Dessler shared some of the tender meat and greens. As the patient had his after dinner tea, he grew thoughtful.

“What troubles you, Kodai? Is there something we have left undone?”

He shook his head, but his eyes were anguished.

“I've met opponents who may have enjoyed battle more than they should have,” Kodai said quietly. “But they had a cause they believed in. It was part of their lives. Those pirates had no code of honor. In the end, they weren't really interested in profit. They merely wanted to kill and destroy.”

“It was foolish to refuse your offer of ransom,” Dessler commented over his dessert. “I would have paid a king’s ransom for you.”

Kodai smiled. “That they would have enjoyed for all of a few moments.”

“Well, yes. As it was, they didn't even get that.”

Kodai stopped sipping his tea. His dark gaze met Dessler's with curiosity. “So you destroyed them.”

“Of course. I could not allow that kind of brutal idiocy to survive.”

Kodai sighed. “I cannot even feel enough for them to chide you.”

“Now, I wish I had them destroyed more slowly. I look forward to your scolding.”

The patient smiled then yawned. “I'm sure you'll do something worth scolding before I'm returned.”

“Undoubtedly,” Dessler agreed as he took the tray away. “For now, you must rest. Do you need to relieve yourself?”

Kodai blushed as he nodded. “I think I can walk.”

“I'm sure you can, but you will lean on me and move slowly.”

Dessler waited for Kodai to pull the covers away and sit up on the side of the bed. He made sure that the young captain was not dizzy before offering his arm. Kodai used Dessler as a brace then slowly rose to his feet. He nodded then began to walk the short distance to the toilet. When they reached the elaborately appointed chamber, Kodai paused and gave Dessler a wry look.

“Literally, a throne, huh?”

Dessler shrugged with a smile. “The designers found it appropriate. I don't really think about it.”

Kodai went in alone while Dessler stood nearby. When he finished, Kodai had just enough energy to get back to bed. Dessler had to cover him with the blankets. His eyelids were very heavy once again. This time, Kodai fought sleep.

“I need to know...” he began then drifted off again.

“It can all wait, brave Kodai, until you are stronger,” Dessler said quietly. “Then, the battle between us truly begins.”

Before retiring, Dessler checked in with Captain Senden. All was well. The battle was over and the fleet was now en route to the Dragon Fortress. Every compartment within 20 meters of his chambers was locked down until the first watch. No one would disturb them. Dessler was very tired then. He climbed into the huge bed alongside his patient. The young man never moved. His deep, deep sleep was undisturbed. Dessler finally allowed himself to sleep.

Dessler awoke shortly before his normal hour. Kodai was restless beside him. Moving quickly, the Leader pulled on his robe and raised the light level. Kodai was covered in sweat and shivering. He was moaning Yuki's name softly in distress. He called the doctor.

“Are you reading Kodai's vitals?”

“Yes, my Lord. It is common for humans to run a high temperature while fighting infection. However, Captain Kodai's fever is too high and may damage his internal organs.”

“How do I lower his temperature?”

“He should be bathed in tepid water until he cools,” the doctor replied. “I will prepare an anti-infection medicine.”

“I will bathe him and call you when he is settled back in bed.”

Dessler ended the call before the doctor could protest. It didn't take much time to fill the walk-in tub with water at the correct temperature. The water circulated automatically and could draw the heat from Kodai's body easily. Dessler took a deep breath then undressed. He moved to the bed and drew back the covers. He gave no thought to what he was doing. Dessler simply undressed the young captain then lifted him into his arms. Kodai was well muscled, but still easy to carry.

Though he was very careful in lowering Kodai into the water, the young man's moans grew louder and more plaintive. He even began to struggle as the cool water enveloped him Dessler held him closely as they settled in the water to their shoulders. Then, Dessler took a fine bath sponges to cool his brow. It took several long moments before Kodai opened his eyes.

“Dessler? What...”

“You have a high temperature, Kodai,” Dessler murmured. “Be still. This won't take very long.”

Kodai stopped struggling. Though he blushed deeply, the young Captain did not lower his eyes. Dessler was pleased that there was no fear in their deep brown depths. There was curiosity and some fascination as he watched Dessler tend to him. After more long moments, Dessler placed a monitor strip on Kodai's chest. The color indicated that his temperature was normal.

“That's it,” Dessler said. “Your limbs will likely feel heavy from fatigue. I don't want you to try to move. Allow me this further trespass to dry your body and get you back to bed.”

Kodai nodded his head infinitesimally. He still kept his eyes on Dessler. That warmed the Leader's heart. His former enemy was still fearless, no matter what he faced.

“We are both soldiers, after all,” Dessler continued mildly. He had carried Kodai out of the tub and placed him on a bath stool to dry him. “I'm sure you've done this sort of thing for your mates from time to time.”

Kodai snorted then laughed. “No.... No, I can't say I have.”

Dessler smiled as Kodai relaxed considerably. Once they were both dry, Dessler helped Kodai dress in fresh pajamas before putting on his on. Only then did Dessler summon his aide to change the bed linens. It didn't take long for the room to be set right, but Kodai was listing on the stool. He did not resist when Dessler carried him back to bed. It was difficult to get Kodai to have more water. The young man was exhausted and wanted to sleep.

“Just drink this. It has nutrients you need, Kodai,” Dessler said softly. “I'll let you sleep as much as you can afterward.”

Kodai complied. He sipped slowly to avoid choking. Eventually, all the liquid was consumed. Kodai sighed as he eased back onto the pillows. He was asleep a moment later.

“You trust me with your naked body in an intimate act, Kodai,” Dessler thought as he watched the young captain sleep. “If you truly minded my touch, you would have tried to drown me. It's what I would have done. Do you know how much you've given me already?”

Dessler was pleased with the realization, but it also gave him pause. The Kodai he had fought against and alongside would not have let weakness stop him from fighting off what he didn't want. He wasn't delirious, so Dessler doubted that he didn't know where this situation was headed. And as far as Dessler knew, he still belonged to the lovely Yuki. This bore further investigation. However, it did not change his plans. Kodai's acquiescence sealed them.

The captain called, jarring him from the deeply sleeping Kodai. He informed Dessler that they would reach the Dragon Fortress in a few hours. The thought of Kodai waking in the midst of the transfer to his suite there would be problematic. Dessler made a decision and called the doctor.

“Doctor. Captain Kodai's fever has broken, but I want him sedated until he is settled in my chambers on the Dragon Fortress,” he said.

“That would be best,” the doctor replied. “We can get some fluids and nourishment into him at the same time. I'll be there shortly, my Lord.”

Dessler next summoned his aides to pack up the chambers for the transfer. He left instructions that the concubines were to be taken to their chambers in the fortress and told not to expect to service him for some time.

The doctor and two nurses arrived just after the aides began packing. Kodai didn't react when he was injected with the sedative. He was transferred to a movable bed then hooked up to various IV drips. Since the flagship itself was almost as big as the fortress, a shuttle transferred Leader Dessler, Kodai and the medical staff through the private docking bay to his personal, opulent wing. He ordered Talan to instruct defense forces to keep a close watch for Earth vessels or signals and to alert him upon detecting either.

“I am now stating very clearly and simply that no action whatsoever should be taken against any Earth vessel. I am to be notified of their presence immediately,” Dessler said with his usual mildness but with a fine edge behind it. “Am I understood?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

The doctor had finished his work with Kodai who was resting easily in Dessler's large bed. Leader Dessler was pleased at how right the young man looked in his chambers. The doctor was pleased as well.

“The captain is well on the mend,” he said. “You broke the fever nicely. He's well hydrated and the wound looks good. His appetite should be back when he wakes. I'm leaving oral medications for any lingering infection. For the best chance at a full recovery, he needs to eat and rest.”

“He will, doctor,” Dessler said confidently.

The medical staff and most of the aides cleared from his chambers. The one who remained was putting final touches to the décor. White roses were in a vase near the bed. His favorite wine was in an ice bucket.

“You should bring my usual lunch. The captain will have soup and those sandwiches his people enjoy. The cook knows,” Dessler said.

“Very good, my Lord.”

Dessler settled into his great, high backed chair with some more reports and waited. He was surprised to wake up from a doze a few hours later when Kodai stirred. He had moaned softly and murmured Yuki's name before fully waking.

“Dessler...” Kodai whispered before moaning again. It was a delightful sound for the Great Leader to hear. He looked at the young captain intently as he awaited his awakening.

Kodai's eyes opened. He shook his head as if to clear it. Then, he groaned.

“Dessler...I feel so strange,” Kodai murmured.

“Are you thirsty?”

“Yes...was I drugged?”

Dessler was surprised at Kodai's astuteness despite his condition. He hid his reaction while pour him some cool water.

“Yes, you were,” Dessler said as he seated himself beside Kodai. “It was thought best as you were to be moved. You went to sleep uneasily from the fever I didn't want you startled awake.”

Kodai took that in as he sipped the water gratefully. He glanced about the room with some confusion.

“This isn't Garuman Gamiras,” he said as he drained the glass.

“No, it's the Dragon Fortress. You probably don't recognize it, because I've had the décor changed,” Dessler replied. “The only place I've known to be Yamato-proof.”

Kodai frowned at him. “But the Yamato will look for me on the capital.”

“If they were looking for you, yes.”

Kodai connected the dots. “You haven’t contacted Earth, have you?”

Dessler put his reports away. “I prefer to give a complete report,” He assured him smoothly. “Trust me, Kodai. Your people will reason it out soon enough. And I wouldn’t dream of lying about you.”

“You’re just not keen on volunteering anything.”

The Leader smiled.

“Why delay them at all?”

“You know why, Kodai.”

The young captain swallowed hard. “You mean to keep me with you.”

“I'll let you go when they come for you, Kodai. Don't worry. But I mean to keep you for as long as I can.”

“Lord Dessler, you have many beautiful, willing companions,” Kodai said carefully.

His dark eyes were fascinating. There was no fear or anger. Dessler saw a challenge in them.

“Are you hungry, Kodai?

The question was a surprise. Kodai blinked at him for a moment. Then, a small smile graced his handsome features.

“For food... yes,” Kodai said. “And something smells good.”

“I thought you might be,” Dessler replied. He moved to the serving table. He brought over a large tray of hot food. Kodai sat up in anticipation as the tray was placed before him.

“Thank you,” he said. “I feel like I haven't eaten in a year.”

Dessler fetched his own tray then seated himself on the high backed chair alongside the bed.

They ate in amiable silence. Kodai's eyes still challenged Dessler though all he was actually doing was enjoying his food.

“I cannot give you what you want, Dessler,” Kodai said softly some time later. “I still belong to Yuki.”

“You call her name a lot,” Dessler replied. “Is she on the Yamato?”

“No. She's on Earth,” Kodai said. “We're expecting our first child.”

“Congratulations. I thought you might have had children earlier,” Dessler said. “Didn't you marry some time ago?”

“It’s been less than a year,” Kodai replied quietly.

Dessler's brow went up. “Why wait so long? It was clear that you two were besotted with each other.”

Kodai shrugged as he chewed on a piece of crusty bread. “At first, we were busy with the other attacks.”

“I know, but wouldn't that make formalizing your relationship more important?”

“That’s what she said,” Kodai explained. “It seemed frivolous with Earth recovering from attacks and so many of our shipmates gone.”

“I understand, but Earth has been at peace for quite some time,” Dessler remarked.

“It was just... Yuki wanted such a big, elaborate ceremony,” Kodai answered. “The more time passed, the bigger it grew. Then there was the honeymoon trip she wanted to all the world's capitals. And the house. I just couldn't see myself in the middle of all that attention.”

Kodai looked so disgruntled at the memory that Dessler was tempted to laugh, but he refrained. It struck the Leader that his patient did not like to be the butt of any joke.

“Yuki wanted to celebrate your love,” Dessler prompted when Kodai grew quiet.

“Yes. I was flattered, but that isn't how I am,” Kodai murmured. “I couldn't tell her no. I just kept putting it off. Then, she was pregnant. We finally had the ceremony.”

“Did you enjoy the world tour?”

“Not really. It was an opportunity for world leaders to be photographed with crew from the Yamato,” he replied. “We hardly saw any of the cities.”

“All that is behind you now, and you have your lives together. Why take this mission?”

“I don't want to sound ungrateful for all that we have. It's a fine life,” Kodai began. He finally put down his fork. “But I can't seem to care about our neighbors and their interests. Yuki insists that we have them over and go to their parties. It's endless talk about the most mundane things.”

“It sounds quite charming, Kodai,” Dessler said. “Yuki is a gracious hostess.”

“Well, next time your in the neighborhood, feel free to drop by,” Kodai quipped. “Yuki would like to have that fine wine of yours for her parties.”

“Thank you, Kodai. I will keep that in mind,” Dessler replied with a smile. “But you haven't answered my question. Why did you take such a dangerous mission when you have so much at home? You had earned the right to never be put in harm's way again.”

“You seem to be reading Yuki's mind,” Kodai commented glumly. “The military decided that I should be a trainer. It’s been very frustrating. The cadets think they know everything and that they’re indestructible. They’re all full of piss and vinegar to take on the universe. I can see it in their eyes that they think I’m exaggerating the dangers. They just won’t believe the statistics. It's as if none of the attacks and our missions happened because they haven't experienced it themselves”

“Loyalty and devotion are key assets in a warrior.”

“Yeah, but stupidity will get you killed,” Kodai continued. “Worse, it’ll get everybody around you killed. It’ll get me killed. If I’m going to die, it don’t want it to be because some rookie’s an idiot.”

Dessler chuckled. Kodai relaxed and started to eat once again.

“The mission didn’t look dangerous,” Kodai said after they finished their meals. “I was certain that I'd be gone for a little over a month.”

Dessler poured Kodai a cup of strong tea and a glass of chilled wine for himself.

“You wanted a short respite from your routine,” Dessler said with understanding.

“Exactly. And I just couldn't turn down the Karadas when they approached us about delivering the enzyme,” Kodai said after sipping his tea appreciatively. “We were from a nonaligned system on a humanitarian mission. We should have been allowed to pass.”

Though Dessler knew that Kodai wasn't being truthful, he let it pass. Or perhaps he didn’t know how dangerous it really was. Perhaps he had convinced himself there was no threat.

“I've answered your question, Dessler,” Kodai said. The challenge had returned to his dark eyes. “I admit to having some problems with my life on Earth, but I cannot willingly break my vows. You would have to force me.”

That was a fascinating turn of phrase. Dessler found himself smiling at the young man.

“When I discovered that you within my grasp, I considered all sorts of possibilities for having you,” Dessler replied frankly. “Force was among the options.”

Dessler had considered many scenarios during the time that Kodai was being treated by the physician. The first was the direct approach. It would be easy enough to strip the young man then tie him to the bed in a position that was most convenient for having him. There was something appealing about rendering such a powerfully built young man helpless. He had planned to have him splayed face down with his tight, well-shaped ass propped up. He was uncertain as to whether he would gag the young man or not. Kodai's voice was very pleasant, but hearing him curse Dessler or beg for him to stop was not something that would help with the mood. In that scenario, it would be more pleasant to hear his grunts and moans. And it was a certainty that there would be moaning. In that position, Kodai was vulnerable to Dessler's caresses and to his tongue. The captain was young and vital. Men are very susceptible to sexual stimuli, and Dessler was an accomplished seducer. This gambit required him to take his time savoring the taste of Kodai's firm flesh. It would take time and patience to make Kodai forget about who was touching him or why and just feel his body respond. And Dessler was confident that he could bring his captive to climax eventually. Perhaps over and over. Kodai was young enough to respond like that. Only during the bliss of his release would Dessler press slowly into that tight, virginal passage. And as slowly as he brought Kodai to climax, he would have him even more slowly. He couldn't rush the intense pleasure of filling Kodai or moving within him. Only when the pressure reached the unbearable would Dessler bring them both to climax.

“After that, the scenario becomes problematic,” Dessler murmured over his wine.

He looked up at Kodai to find him blinking wide-eyed with his teacup suspended between the tray and his lips. Curiously, the young man's dark eyes were dilated and his breathing was a bit shallow.

“There's the matter of what would happen once you were freed. I couldn't leave you tied up on my bed like that indefinitely,” Dessler mused. “Every version ended badly once you were freed. Sometimes, you were hurt or killed. Or I was hurt or killed. Or we both were hurt or killed. Even if you didn't react immediately, there is the possibility of coming back with the Yamato to destroy me or being shamed to the point of suicide. None of those outcomes were satisfactory.”

“I'm glad to hear it,” Kodai said softly. He finally put down his cup. “If not force, how will you succeed in your plans? I assume you haven't given up the idea.”

“No, I haven't given up at all, Dear Kodai,” Dessler said. “Spending this time with you has strengthened my resolve.”

“Why do you want me that way? What have I done to make you think you can have that from me?” Kodai asked in dismay.

“How modest you are,” Dessler replied with a smile. “You are very, very attractive, passionate and determined. Your drive and force of will match my own. And we are unique in all the galaxies in that we have born the weight of our people's survival on our shoulders. How can I not want a closer connection to someone like you?”

“You would come between me and Yuki? I thought you liked her.”

Dessler poured himself another goblet of wine. “I do, my dear boy. She is an absolute delight. I wouldn't dream of hurting her. If I thought she was open to the notion, I would have you both.”

Kodai chuckled about that. “Any plans involving Yuki would have to include unwanted removal of body parts. She knows how.”

“Well, yes. I rather suspected that would be the case,” Dessler murmured. “Kodai, you and I are men of war. It is an ancient tradition that such men sometimes turn to one another for physical solace, comfort, or release. I am sure you've notice an unusual closeness between men on the Yamato from time to time.”

Kodai frowned mightily at that as he thought for a long moment. He sighed then and had another sip of tea.

“That explains some things that I really don't want to think about,” he muttered. He looked at Dessler levelly. “I understand why you want me. How do you think you can get me to submit?”

“There are ways that would not physically harm you, but they would change who you are,” Dessler replied easily. “Isolating you from all but me. Make you dependent on me for every aspect of your life. You would submit eventually, but you wouldn't be the Kodai I admire anymore.”

Dessler leaned forward and looked at Kodai intently and levelly. “You have said that I would have to force you. You have asked how I could make this happen. I know you well, Captain Kodai. If this were an impossibility, you would have said so clearly and vehemently and frequently. I'm not completely sure of why this has not been the case. Frankly, I don't care. All that matters is that we are inevitable.”

“You can't do anything until I am well,” Kodai countered. “That would still be force. I can hold out until my ship comes for me. The chance will pass.”

“Perhaps,” Dessler admitted easily. “But you know how patient I can be. And I know that you will not stay Earthbound. Time and my resolve are on my side. But I don't want to upset you. Your recovery is paramount. Can I get you anything else?”

Kodai shook his head. “The food was good, thank you, but I'm full for now. I'd like to sleep.”

Dessler took the tray away. “I think that would be best.”

“You won't have me drugged anymore, will you?”

“No, Kodai. You have my word. I'll be reading nearby if you need me.”

“Thank you, Dessler.”

With that, the young captain closed his eyes and slid under the covers. Within a few moments, he was soundly asleep. Dessler called for an attendant to draw a hot bath. There had been a skirmish between he and Kodai. It was a mental challenge to say just the right thing. He had to push without panicking him. It had been the most draining encounter he had in a very long time. The bath felt wonderful as did the massage of his shoulders. Dessler was quite tired as he was helped into his night clothes. Even his guest's exquisite form sleeping next to him would not prevent him from soundly sleeping.

Or so he thought. Dessler managed to get to sleep well for a few hours before his bed mate began to moan. Kodai tossed and turned beside Dessler. He moaned and gasped. Dessler opened his eyes. He could see Kodai in the moonlight. The covers had been thrown aside and he was restless. Dessler turned on his side and willed himself back to sleep. Kodai was too tempting in that state to look any longer. It took a little time, but Dessler found deep sleep once more. His was a deep, dreamless slumber until the fortress alarm sounded.

As he answered the alarm, Dessler noticed the other side of the bed was empty. He knew that Kodai wasn't in the bathroom. Talon was on the line.

“Where is he?” Dessler asked, stifling a yawn.

“Hanger 37, my Lord,”

“He is not to be harmed in any way,” Dessler stated flatly.

“Captain Kodai is trapped in one of the fighter planes,” Talon replied. “He seems disinclined to fight.”

“I'll be there in a few minutes. And would you tell me how he got past the guards to make it that far?” Dessler demanded softly.

“My men are making the inquiries as we speak. You'll have an answer before you get to the hanger.”

Dessler put on his robe and casual shoes which was very much like his uniform coat, so he didn't look all that relaxed. He also wore his gloves. His dour expression did the rest. When he reached the hanger, Talon was waiting for him.

“The guards were simply away from their posts,” Talon said wryly. “The prevailing theory among them is that we were unlikely to be attacked while on the fortress.”

“You've made the proper arrangements for discipline?”

“The usual number will be executed within the hour.”

Dessler nodded. “I must collect my guest.”

Dessler made his way to the far end of the hanger where a phalanx of soldiers had one of the fighters surrounded. Kodai sat in the cockpit with his head resting on the main instrument panel.

“Kodai,” Dessler said loudly enough to be heard through the canopy. “I know you are anxious to return to your wife, but it's far too long a trip to make in a lone fighter. Do come down.”

Dessler waited for a few moments. He really didn't want to have to have Kodai dragged out of the spacecraft. Not when they were so close. But he didn't have to. Kodai popped the canopy, then climbed out of the fighter. The soldiers allowed him to go to Dessler's side.

“None of them would start,” Kodai remarked quietly as they walked back to the Leader's private wing.

“I had all the engines removed,” Dessler replied softly.

“You left yourself defenseless because of me?”

Dessler shook his head. He stopped to press a button along one of the bulkheads. A panel to a window slid up revealing a frightening array of military vessels.

“My fleet is standing by for anything really unpleasant,” Dessler replied. “So you wouldn't have made it very far anyway.”

“Oh,” Kodai murmured. “I thought that since there weren't many guards, you wouldn't have much out patrolling.”

“There should have been guards at several points between my chambers and the hangers,” Dessler said. He was still annoyed at their dereliction. “They erroneously thought we had stood down. That has been corrected.”

“You had them killed,” Kodai muttered. “Because of me.”

“I had two of them executed for not protecting me,” Dessler corrected. “I expected you to defeat them. That was why the engines were removed. I couldn't imagine you not encountering any resistance. I can't let that stand.”

Kodai was silent.

As they pass into the Leader's wing of the fortress, a full compliment of guards is in place. Kodai entered Dessler's chambers to flop onto the bed. Dessler found himself very annoyed at the young captain.

“You’ve exhausted yourself,” Dessler muttered in irritation. “Stay still, Kodai.”

The Leader moved quickly. He removed Kodai's boots then the rest of his uniform. He didn't hurt the young man, but he was very quick in his task. Soon, Kodai was naked. Before the patient could panic, Dessler helped him into his pajama bottoms. By then, Kodai was at the end of his strength. And Dessler found that he was at the end of his patience.

“What were you trying to do, Kodai?” He demanded softly. To keep his patient from turning from him or retreating under the blankets, Dessler straddled him. He also removed his gloves. “Were you trying to harm yourself?”

Kodai said nothing, but his eyes blazed with defiance. That notion offended him, Dessler realized.

“I don't think you'd be conscious of such a notion,” Dessler murmured almost to himself. “But you had to know that escape would be short term.”

“It is the duty of every prisoner to escape.”

Dessler leaned in close to Kodai’s ear. “You’re not my prisoner.”

The Leader began to absently trace along the young man's elegant collarbone. Kodai's eyes widened and his breath hitched. “Our talk may have upset you, but you had to know that I wouldn't let you get away...You were trying to provoke me, weren't you?”

Kodai swallowed hard then licked his lips. That response caused Dessler's blood to dangerously rise. With one hand he took Kodai by the hair. The other pressed him down by the shoulder of his uninjured arm. He tilted Kodai's head to one side as he lowered his head to gently bite him at the curve of his neck and shoulder. Kodai gasped then moaned, arching his body against Dessler's.

“Kodai, damn you,” Dessler murmured in his ear. “I could take you for hours right now, but you will not provoke me this way.”

With a great deal of will power, Dessler moved off his patient. He maneuvered Kodai as gently as he could onto the middle of the bed away from the chamber doors. He then poured a glass of water and added a sleeping draught.

“This is a sleep aid only,” Dessler assured him. “I take this very thing from time to time. It will merely settle you enough to sleep. You will wake normally. I give you my word.”

Kodai drank the draught without comment. He appeared to be so agitated that sleep was something he desperately needed. Dessler thought about leaving him then. The idea of finding one of his concubines, the one with the boyish figure, and putting her in Kodai's uniform and taking her from behind until she was exhausted was appealing. Very appealing. However, it was clear that Kodai couldn't be left alone.

Dessler locked the door under his personal security code. No one could get into the room until he released the door. That meant that breakfast and other amenities would be delayed until he woke, but that didn't matter. They both needed to rest. Kodai watched him sleepily as Dessler made a sleeping draught for himself then drank it.

He smiled wryly at Kodai as he climbed into bed next to him. “You made me over wrought as well. Tonight we sleep. From now hence, we will not provoke one another. Do we have a bargain?”

Kodai nodded. His eyelids were very heavy as he watched Dessler settle beside him. The young captain finally closed his eyes and slid into deep sleep just after the final light was extinguished. Dessler watched him for the moments it took the draught to affect him. He had underestimated Kodai's affect on him and would have to tread more carefully while the young man was still with him. There was a longer campaign to plan and wage between them. Just before sleep claimed him, the Leader knew what his next move would be.

The next morning, Kodai awoke clear eyed but very wary. He seemed surprised to find Dessler up and dressed going over an itinerary with one of his aides.

“Dessler?” Kodai murmured as he sat up.

“Ah, awake at last,” Dessler said with a warm smile. “You had a nice long sleep. Are you hungry?”

Kodai paused for a moment. “For food, yes.”

Dessler smirked. “I'll order some food. Why don't you avail yourself of the bath. I've had your uniform cleaned and repaired,” Dessler said. “You are to rest, but there are some matters in this part of the galaxy that would be of interest to you. I would like your objective opinion.”

Kodai was surprised. He brightened quickly. “I would be very interested in that. I won't be long getting ready.”

The captain was slow getting up from bed. He was still recovering, but he was steady on his own. Dessler only kept a peripheral eye on his guest as he waded into the bath then out a little while later. Shortly after that, Kodai was dressed and sitting at his table. The food was arriving by then. Dessler dismissed his aide. As the young captain tucked in with great gusto, Dessler outlined the numerous quandaries and squabbles amongst the major systems in the region. After listening with great relished, Kodai had many questions.

“I'm surprised that you are looking at a diplomatic solution to these problems,” Kodai remarked. “Why not make them a part of the Pax Garuman and be done with it?”

“It's on the list of options,” Dessler said frankly. “However, the systems I control are just now seeing real stability. It would be unwise to overstretch the Empire’s resources.”

“So, you don’t have the forces to expand?”

Dessler frowned. Kodai really should have considered a career in intelligence.

“I should think you’d appreciate any alternative to invasion.”

“So, you may not conquer them at all?”

“It may yet be necessary. They are crowded and in need of more and more to sustain themselves. They also seek greater growth,” Dessler replied. “They may encroach upon me before I make a decision. What's more, these systems scout far and wide to systems well beyond their own.”

Kodai's ferocious eating slowed a bit though it didn't stop. “You're thinking that Earth is in danger.”

“Eventually.”

“Can they be convinced that trade is a more desirable alternative to conquest?” Kodai asked in exasperation.

“It may be possible. If you're up to it, we could examine these reports more closely.”

“I'm feeling fine,” Kodai assured him. “I won't push myself too hard.”

It was an intriguing day for Dessler. Kodai's experiences made him an insightful adviser. Time passed swiftly as they reviewed the complex data. Dessler had no idea how much time it was until his aid was entering his chambers pushing a cart full of dinner trays. Kodai yawned.

“Oh dear, I think we may have overdone things,” Dessler said. “The time flew past.”

“I'm okay, Dessler,” Kodai said. His eyes looked tired. “I haven't had this interesting a day in a long time.”

“Can you get through the meal?”

Kodai nodded. “I want to eat. I need to, right?”

He didn't want the day to draw to an end, Dessler realized. He wondered if it was the excitement of the work or the tension that still hung between them. The Leader did not comment on these musings. They dug into the food instead.

“You have quite a talent for this sort of work, Kodai,” Dessler commented. “Perhaps, you would be happier in interstellar affairs than in training personnel.”

“The government had me sit in one some of their diplomatic committee meetings on interstellar affairs,” Kodai said with a shrug. “I didn't get a very good reaction from them.”

“Why not? I was very impressed with your insights.”

“You actually listened to what I was saying,” Kodai muttered. “I don't think that committee heard a word I said after my introduction. It was a meeting the military had insisted on.”

“Thus, there were no open minds.”

“I've seen career Admirals more open to change.”

“ I'm documenting everything we do here,” Dessler said. “I think it will be quite useful.”

Kodai chewed his salad thoughtfully. “I had asked the brass about contacting you a number of times over the years.”

“Oh, why?” Dessler asked with a smile.

“I thought that since you were out here around big, dangerous armadas that might want to crush Earth, it would be smart to occasionally ask if anything was headed our way,” Kodai replied with a blush. “It seemed logical to me.”

“It is most logical, Kodai. What was their reaction?”

He sighed. “They view you as a great ally, Dessler. But there are many elements in the government and the military that want earth to take a more isolationist stance.”

“They likely fear that involvement with me would draw them into conflict,” Dessler mused out loud.

“An information exchange wouldn't obligate Earth to fight alongside Garuman.”

“I know that. I told them that you prefer to wage your own battles,” Kodai assured him with a smile. “Then, the glory is all yours.”

Dessler smiled. “You know me so well, Kodai.”

“Well, That was part of the problem, in some ways,” Kodai said thoughtfully. “The brass thought I'd was biased toward you, because of what you've done to help Yamato.”

“That's ironic.”

“I'll say.”

They were lingering over after dessert drinks. Kodai was having strong tea while Dessler was having his favorite wine.

“Do we still sleep together?” Kodai asked even as he yawned. “I won't try to escape again.”

“I know you won't, Kodai,” Dessler replied smoothly. He began to disrobe for bed. “However, I must insist on this indulgence. You are safe from me, I assure you. But I will enjoy your presence until they come for you.”

Kodai blushed then shrugged as he got into his pajamas. “Suit yourself.”

They fell asleep easily. Dessler remained by the door. Kodai was on the other side of the bed. The Leader was especially pleased at the course of the day. He knew their routine was set until an Earth vessel came for Kodai.

As always, Dessler had been correct. The days of the next couple of weeks were filled with fascinating research and riveting conversation between the men. Kodai, who was less inclined for conquest than the Leader, provided a very different perspective to the regional conflicts. The young captain had a very reasonable explanation of why systems squabbled with each other yet resisted Dessler's solution for achieving peace. What was most fascinating to Dessler was the notion of holding systems through influence instead of force. It certainly was less of a drain on Garuman-Gamuris resources. The possibility of trade with these unclaimed systems and their service as listening posts against potential enemies were not as feasible to him until he saw Kodai's point of view. The young man was provocative in far more ways than Dessler thought possible.

Their time at night was most pleasant was well. As Kodai healed and relaxed, he was more at ease with Dessler so close to him physically. The Leader kept his word and didn't press, but it wasn't easy. Kodai moved a lot in natural sleep. They often ended up very close to each other. Occasionally, Dessler would be caught staring at him. Kodai gazed back levelly. Dessler sensed challenge and anticipation in the young man. But once the Leader's word was given, it was a certainty. Dessler wondered if that was part of the reason for Kodai's behavior. That was doubtful. The man was guileless. It was part of his charm.

Twenty one days had passed since Kodai's rescue. Dessler happened to be in the command center of the Dragon Fortress when the Earth ship Mikasa initiated communication. Dessler recognized the man as Sanada, one of the Yamato's core crew and a long time friend of Kodai's. Dessler signaled Kodai brought from his quarters.

“Leader Dessler,” Sanada said. “We have reason to believe your forces may have come in contact with one of our ships and it’s crew.”

“Why, yes we did. Didn’t you get our message?”

“We received no message, Leader Dessler.”

“That is unfortunate. Your ship was destroyed by Dendrian pirates. Their deaths have been avenged. We rescued a single survivor, Captain Kodai. He has been recovering under my personal protection.”

That resulted in a pause, as Sanada decided how to reply.

“May I speak with Kodai?” He finally asked.

“Why of course, I’ve already sent for him.”

“Thank you, Leader Dessler.”

Kodai arrived. His face lit up at the face on the view screen.

“Sanada!” He exclaimed.

“Kodai, we were all so worried,” the older man replied. “Leave it to you to find a way to complete the mission.”

“That was Leader Dessler,” Kodai corrected quietly. “I came very close to not returning. When do you arrive?”

“In a few hours.”

“I'll be ready. So will the remains of the rest of the crew,” Kodai replied solemnly.

After the screen went blank, Kodai looked at Dessler. The Leader wondered if he really wanted to go home.

“Word has been given to ready the bodies for transport,” Dessler said smoothly.

“I should oversee that,” Kodai said. “I haven't seen them since the attack.”

Leader Dessler gestured to Talan. “My aide will escort you.”

Kodai nodded then left.

Less then an hour passed before the command center received another signal. Dessler was surprised that it was directly from Earth. When the screen blinked on, Yuki appeared. She wasn't far along with the pregnancy, but there was a fullness to her usually thin frame that the Leader appreciated. She also looked very tired and more than a little worried.

“My dear, Yuki,” Dessler said with a smile. “Lovely as always. But I'm afraid my miscommunication caused you to worry. My apologies.”

“It wasn't you who caused my worries, Leader Dessler. I called to thank you personally for Susumu's safety,” she replied. There was a fine edge to her voice that he had never heard before. Interesting. “Is he with you now?”

“He is still aboard the fortress though at this moment, he is overseeing the preparations to transfer the slain to his ship. I have just sent for him,” Dessler replied. “Meanwhile, we can chat. Congratulations, my dear. Motherhood agrees with you already.”

The lovely woman blushed then smiled. “Thank you. We're very excited about it.”

“Kodai has told me all about your lives and your lovely home,” Dessler said warmly. “I would love to see it and enjoy the hospitality of grillin'.”

“I'm not sure what Kodai said. It's all very humble here,” Yuki replied in dismay. “Our gatherings aren't as extravagant as Leader Dessler would enjoy.”

“I beg to differ. They sound most charming,” he assured her.

Yuki was taken aback, but she was as gracious as always. “Of course, if you are near Earth, we would be happy to welcome you. You have been very kind to us.”

“Delightful,” Dessler said with a smile. “Ah, here is your Kodai now.”

The young captain had a curious expression on his face. It would have been odd for his ship to call back again so quickly. Then, he saw Yuki and looked a little upset.

“Yuki! You should be resting at home,” he said in dismay. “The doctor said you must rest. Didn’t Sanada tell you what happened?”

“I was told that you were safe with Leader Dessler,” she admitted. “But since your mission was suppose to be ‘a short hop,’ that stretched on without word for over a month, after which you turn up on a Garuman battle fortress, I found resting at home... difficult.”

“I'm very glad to see you,” Kodai said. “I was just concerned.”

“As was I, Susumu, for weeks,” she replied quietly.

Kodai reddened. “It was important. Millions of lives were at stake. We were the only ones who could help.”

“I know...I just want you home,” she said tiredly.

“The Mikasa will be here very soon,” Kodai assured her. “We are bound straight for Earth. No stops. Will you go home now and rest, please?”

“I will. I promise,” she said, finally smiling at him. “Thank you again, Leader Dessler.”

“Rest well, dear lady,” Dessler said.

“See you soon, Yuki,” Kodai said tenderly.

Then, she was gone. Kodai looked at Dessler sheepishly.

“My apologies, Dessler,” Kodai said softly. “I didn't mean to fight in front of you and your crew.”

Dessler raised a brow. “That was a fight? Until the lovely Yuki draws blood, you aren't fighting. Come, I'll accompany you to the docking bay.”

Kodai nodded then fell in alongside Dessler as they exited the command center.

“There are a lot of words hanging between you and your wife,” Dessler observed. “How can that be?”

“She has sacrificed so much over the years,” Kodai said. “It seems petty of me to complain.”

“No veteran of what you both have faced could have petty concerns,” Dessler said. “You must heal all of your wounds, Kodai. The ones that remain hidden could erupt and splinter you apart.”

Kodai glared at Dessler. “Wishful thinking, Leader Dessler?”

“No, Kodai. I would not like to see your union broken,” he replied easily. “I mean to have you, but I always planned to return you...more worthy.”

Kodai gave Dessler a sideways look. “She'll be fine once the baby is born.”

“And what about you, restless Kodai?”

He shrugged. “I learned a lot from this mission. There's a lot out here that I can't anticipate. I can't fight it all without the Yamato. Maybe it's best I stay Earthbound.”

It was Dessler's turn to give a side ways look.

“You may believe that right now,” he conceded. “And fatherhood may do wonders for you.”

Dessler moved suddenly to pin Kodai against the bulkhead near the airlock to the docking point for his ship.

“But we'll see, Kodai,” Dessler said softly while he gazed down intently. “Strengthen your resolve, because mine remains unchanged.”

“You've missed your chance,” Kodai said after a hard swallow.

“Have I?” Dessler asked with a smile. He released the young captain than punched the button to open the hatch. “Safe journey, my friend.”

“Thank you, Dessler,” Kodai said with a genuine smile. “For everything.”

Dessler turned away as he heard the exuberant greetings from Kodai's crew. He would miss his companion. The concubines would sorely wish Kodai had remained. This would be a long campaign and one he was more certain than ever that he would win.

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