State Visit

The dreams started again after six months without a single thought of Leader Dessler. Thankfully for Kodai, he was sleeping at the training center rather than making the journey back to his suburban home. He could never explain starting violently awake while gasping Dessler's name to Yuki. He woke up sweating, breathless and, worst of all, covered in semen. The dreams weren't nightmares of the Leader forcing himself on Kodai while he was bound and helpless. They were worse. The visions that came to him in the night since returning to Earth were sensual and overwhelming. Instead of the bargain they struck after Kodai attempted to escape the Dragon Fortress, Dessler decided to take him. The bite on the curve or his shoulder was the beginning of an assault on his senses. Slowly, Dessler worked his naked body with his hands, lips and tongue until he was coming more powerfully than he had in life. And then, he was laid open for Dessler to take as slowly as he pleased. Kodai could see and feel those enigmatic, pale blue eyes on his, watching the inevitable surrender.

“Kodai,” Dessler would purr in his ear afterward. “You are mine.”

Kodai washed his face and his chest with cold water and wondered why the dreams had returned. He had been on Earth for eighteen months and home for about fifteen. Command had kept him at headquarters for almost three months trying to determine if he was a threat to Earth defenses after spending so much time with their former enemy. He was convinced that had Yuki not made an appeal to the president, he might still be in confinement. It was hard to resists his lovely and very pregnant wife when using their status as heroes. Kodai knew that the government wanted to avoid anything becoming public. He also knew that military intelligence was still looking at him from a distance.

Dessler didn't help matters. A year after Kodai's return, Earth Military Command received a lengthy communiqué from the Leader. Kodai knew that he meant well. It was a report from the system affected by the plague. There had been a full recovery thanks to the medicine the Gamalons were able to deliver. In thanks to Kodai and his slain crew, a memorial had been erected. Dessler sent a recording of the dedication. That communiqué did a lot to ease tension between Kodai and the military, but it tore open old wounds. There were way too many memorial monuments in his life. The familiar, heavy sadness descended on his mind for a time. But this time was different. There was a baby on the way.

Soon Kodai was consumed with Yuki's comfort and health. Though strong for her slender size, first pregnancies can be difficult. For the final six weeks, she had to be off her feet as much as possible. Of course, his mother-in-law was there. That was good, because Kodai couldn't cook. But he liked to tend to Yuki himself. He'd watched her care for him many times over the years. He knew what to do to make her comfortable. There were back rubs and foot rubs. Kodai would carry Yuki to and from the tub. She enjoyed long, hot soaks. He would even read to her when her eyes were too tired. Kodai enjoyed these tasks. They took his mind off his burdens, and made his wife very happy.

And then Miyuki was born. She was not a fussy baby, according to his mother-in-law, but she was something very new to both of them. The baby was beautiful with large dark eyes and rosy cheeks, but she needed constant attention when she wasn't asleep. Meanwhile, Yuki was still recovering from the birth. For weeks, Kodai divided his time between the females in his life. It wasn't bad. He learned to nap when Yuki and Miyuki were sleeping. That kept him from getting too frazzled. Though he was very busy, Kodai enjoyed those first months. Miyuki was bright and interested in everything around her. It wasn't long before she was smiling then laughing. Each day, she was new as she grew and learned and changed. Yuki, of course, was a great mother. After a few months, she had the baby on her back while gardening or shopping. Miyuki liked to be with her Daddy at the end of the day. She would sit in Kodai's lap after supper until she fell asleep. Once asleep, she would doze through her bath and dressing for bed.

Those days were good. Kodai was so busy with his instructing and caring for his family, there was no time for reflection and sadness. But after several months, Kodai's mind descended into melancholy once more. It was dear Miyuki that sent his mind down a path he'd thought was gone from his life. Her smile one day reminded him of his niece. And that lead to thoughts of his late brother, Mamoru, and Starsha. Before Kodai could stop himself, the guilt returned in intense, painful waves. How could he be so happy? How could he have forgotten all of those who died fighting at his side? He had sworn that he never would forget.

By this time, Kodai was practiced at hiding these feelings from Yuki. Their daughter was happy no matter what was going on, so the family was content. Kodai, however, was in turmoil. The dreams were back, and he had to go home for a few weeks. He didn't know how he could keep them from his wife. Dr. Saito's solution was beginning to look reasonable, but he doubted he could get away with drinking that much sake unnoticed.

It was very early in the morning, but Kodai decided to dress and pack for the return trip. He could get the first transport out to his town and think of something to get him through the next weeks on the way. Just as he put on his coat, a general alert sounded. Suddenly, his quarters were filled with intelligence officers and military police.

“You're up and dressed,” Commander Tyco commented. “Why is that, Captain?”

“My next class of cadets isn't for weeks,” he replied. “I was due to go home today. I wanted to get the first transport to see my wife and baby. Why are you here?”

“You are needed at Command Central immediately,” he replied. “There is an emergency that only you can respond to. We must go now.”

Kodai hurried out the door with them to a vehicle that was outside the building. They remained silent through the short, fast ride to Command Central. Once there, he was escorted briskly to the main communication center. Admiral Todo and a Mr. Sinclair, an aide to the president were waiting for him. Kodai swallowed hard, then walked over to the admiral and saluted.

“At ease, Captain,” Todo said. “There is a large armada sitting 20 meters beyond the border of our solar system.”

“How can I help, sir?” Kodai asked, wondering if the Yamato was about to be re-activated.

“You can explain why Leader Dessler is expecting clearance to come to your house for a cookout?”

Kodai felt his brows go up and his mouth drop open. “I…I invited him in passing after he said it all sounded charming. I didn't want to be rude.”

The aid sighed. “That's what you wife says.”

“You woke up my wife?” Kodai snapped.

“She wasn't disturbed,” Todo assured him. “Apparently, your daughter decided to rise early. We have her on hold.”

Yuki appeared on screen with a smiling Miyuki who squealed then clapped upon seeing her father.

“Go-od morn-ing!” Kodai said in a sing song way that made his daughter laugh.

The admiral smiled The president's aide did not.

“I hope I haven't gotten you into trouble, Kodai. As I told the admiral, Leader Dessler was being so complimentary about our home, and he had just saved your life. I thought it would be rude not to invite him if he were ever nearby,” she said.

“I did the same thing, Yuki,” Kodai said with a wry smile. “Admiral, Mr. Sinclair, it's just something we said. We couldn't imagine him leaving his empire just to visit us. I'm sure there is more to this, but we won't know until we talk to him.”

“Kodai is correct, sir,” Yuki said. “Leader Dessler likes to do things in his own way. If he requested Kodai, he will only speak to him.”

“How long has he been waiting for me, sir?”

“No more than a half an hour,” Todo replied.

“We should open communications immediately, sir,” Kodai said. “The Leader is very sensitive to slights. We do not want him offended with all that fire power.”

Kodai was very worried that Dessler could get angry enough to forcibly remove him and Yuki and Miyuki then reduce the Earth to a smoldering cinder.

“I agree,” Mr. Sinclair “Hang the Leader's sensibilities. We need to know what he's really after.”

The General nodded. The huge main screen blinked on revealing a very relaxed Dessler seated on his command chair enjoying a goblet of wine. He smiled upon seeing Kodai.

“Captain Kodai at last,” he murmured.

Kodai found himself relieved and exasperated. He knew from Dessler's expression that he was there to do him some sort of favor. He also knew that Dessler was aware that he had turned his life upside down. Still, Kodai bowed. A wry smile crept onto his face.

“Greetings, Leader Dessler. My apologies for making you wait, but I was not expecting such an honor,” Kodai said.

“I have not been inconvenienced, Kodai,” Dessler replied mildly. “I am here in part to discuss the possibilities of diplomatic relations with the systems that border the Garuman Empire. Your young Captain's work while he was recovering has yielded some promising results. And I also want to visit your charming home as we discussed. Do I see Yuki?”

“Yes, Leader Dessler. It's very kind of you to think of us,” she said. Miyuki squealed again.

“How delightful,” Dessler said with a smile. “I shall be there as soon as my government business is completed.”

“I should go then. There is a lot to prepare,” Yuki said. “If you have no more need of me, Admiral?”

“No, no. Thank you for speaking to us this early.”

“I'll be home as soon as I can,” Kodai said just before she blinked out.

“Leader Dessler, we will arrange for a meeting with the President and his ministers immediately,” Mr. Sinclair said crisply. “But it would be more in keeping with protocol if a senior military member attended.”

“That would be suitable, but Captain Kodai will be there as well,” he said resolutely.

Kodai knew that Dessler would not take no for an answer. He prayed that the others realized that as well.

Mr. Sinclair smiled. “Of course, the Captain will be there. We're all keenly interested in what his contributions to this initiative were.”

Kodai and the admiral sighed in relief. Then, Dessler spoke again.

“And now, if you will give me coordinates for moving my fleet, I will make my way to Earth.”

“Er, Leader Dessler, we couldn't have such a large military presence this close to Earth,” Todo said almost apologetically. “We could send a transport to bring you here.”

“Unacceptable,” Dessler said quietly. “To my station or my security.”

“If I may,” Kodai interjected. “How about a Garuman imperial shuttle with an Earth forces honor guard? It's large enough to carry your security escort.”

“That would be acceptable,” Dessler replied.

The tension in the room eased considerably.

“I will make this acceptable for Earth forces,” Todo said. “The honor guard will be dispatched immediately.”

“Now that that is settled, I would be pleased to invite you to a reception in your honor with the President and world leaders,” Mr. Sinclair said.

“I would be delighted to attend,” Dessler said. His tone warmed. “And once our collective business is underway, I will adjourn to enjoy some time with Kodai and his family.”

“Yuki and I look forward to your visit, Dessler,” Kodai said warmly. There was no fighting what was a force of nature.

Everyone in the room tensed at the informal use of the Leader's name. But he smiled a genuine smile at Kodai.

“It is all settled then,” Dessler said. “Until we meet again.”

The last was spoken only to Kodai, but the others seemed not to notice. They were all consumed with the enormity of Dessler's visit. Kodai took a seat out of the way of the fray waiting for everyone to remember that he was there. The MPs were still at the entrance of the room as was the intelligence officer. He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing anyway.  One thing that was clear. Dessler's resolve hadn't changed. He still wanted Kodai. He also sincerely wanted to visit Yuki. It was very confusing. There could be no opportunity for him to even attempt a seduction. Why Kodai remained unable to outright refuse Dessler remained a mystery to him. He loved Yuki with all of his being. He loved the baby and being a father. But Dessler stirred something in him that had no words. It was something deep that churned with his melancholy and restlessness. And it seemed that he was fated to face the Leader and whatever was between them once again. Or perhaps not. Kodai reasoned that if he remained on Earth when Dessler departed, he was in no danger of losing his way.

After ten minutes of hurried phone calls and rushing about, someone noticed Kodai once again. It was Mr. Sinclair.

“Captain, I have arranged for the chief protocol officer to go to your home and help your wife get ready for Leader Dessler's visit,” he said.

Kodai sighed. The man clearly thought that he'd done them a favor.

“I don't know if Yuki will appreciate someone telling her how to entertain in her own home,” Kodai replied carefully. “She has worked on the President's staff before. Besides, Leader Dessler expects to attend a typical cookout with us.”

“He cannot be serious,” the man said with disdain.

Kodai let the slight pass. He shrugged. “Leader Dessler usually says what he means, but you're the expert.”

He took solace in the fact that he wouldn't have to tell Yuki about the protocol chief. He only had to face Dessler. It was the safer of the two choices.

“Do you have a dress uniform?” Mr. Sinclair suddenly asked.

“Not here, sir,” Kodai replied with a shrug and as little irony as possible. “The Leader has seen me in far more…disarray over the years.”

“That won't do for a formal reception,” the aid replied testily.

“I have sent my aide to secure something suitable,” Todo said reassuringly. “It will be waiting in your quarters, Kodai.”

“Thank you, sir,” Kodai replied. “Why don't I go change, and then I can brief you on what to expect from the Leader on the way to the reception?”

The aide actually relaxed a little. “I would appreciate that, Captain. Thank you.”

Kodai was thus escorted back to his base quarters. There, he found a complete formal uniform in his size. He took a moment before taking a second shower to call Yuki and make sure she was okay.

“Susumu,” she smiled upon seeing him on the monitor. “Are you okay?”

Kodai laughed.  “I was calling to see if you were. I'm fine. How are you and Miyuki?”

“Nothing disturbs our happy girl,” she replied with a smile. “I'm fine.”

“And the chief of protocol?”

Yuki laughed with delight. “I sent him shopping with a long list. His assistants are getting the garden in order. Miyuki and I just had a nice breakfast. Next, we'll get changed before I start really ordering them about.”

“That's my Yuki,” Kodai said with a smile. “I will call when Leader Dessler and I are en route. I love you.”

“I love you. Miyuki, too.”

Kodai hung up feeling vastly relieved. He's forgotten how resourceful and very strong his wife was. In a far better mood, Kodai decided to take a hot, relaxing shower before carefully putting on the pristine formal uniform. They even had all of his medals in place. It was impressive. The MPs reacted to his look and demeanor when he opened the door. They were far more deferential than they were that morning.

This time, Kodai was escorted to the opulent transport used by Military Command. Once on board, Kodai filled in all present on how to interact with Leader Dessler. It was easy to give instruction. The government and military were highly formal in their deportment. Formality was something that the Leader greatly appreciated. However, Kodai also warned that the Leader had a clear agenda. Brevity was as important as formality. It was then that the President's aide called ahead to cut the length of the reception in half.

Before he knew it, Kodai was waiting on the landing to the entrance of Parliament Hall. Top government officials were in place. The President was waiting just inside to make his appearance. Kodai stood outside the alcove entrance with the rest of the government security's VIP detail. They looked like highly paid business executives in their expensive, finely tailored suits. He knew they carried a lot of fire power, but couldn't tell where it was kept. He also wondered if any of them bore a grudge for their losses to the Gamalons. Kodai suddenly became concerned for Dessler's safety on Earth. Though he was certain to be bringing formidable security, there could be thousands of people angry enough at the Leader to try to kill him. It would risk the wrath of a Garuman armada, but grief was a powerful thing. Kodai couldn't allow that. The cost to Earth was too high, and Dessler offered too much that they needed.

Time moved at a crawl as Kodai watched the assembled leaders then took note of what was on the roofs surrounding the building. Soon, the motorcade was coming to a stop in front of Parliament Hall. The entourage moved up the stairs fairly quickly. It seemed like an instant later, the President had moved out of the alcove to greet the Leader. They exchanged a few words. Each man was smiling warmly as they shook hands. Kodai expected the speeches to begin. Instead, the men turned to approached him in front of the alcove.

“Before all the dignitaries have their say about this occasion, I have to greet Kodai,” Dessler said extending his hand with a warm smile. “You look well.”

Kodai bowed as he took the Leader's gloved hand. He smile as he looked Dessler in the eye. Then, he saw a glint of light on glass on a roof across the street. At the same time, the radios carried by government security went off warning of a rogue sniper. Kodai pulled Dessler toward the alcove at the same instant a shot cracked through the air. Kodai pressed Dessler against the wall of one side of the alcove while shielding him with his body.

“Stay still,” Kodai murmured. “There are counter snipers, but I don't want to take the chance that someone else will make a try.”

“I will not have you harmed for me,” Dessler growled.

Before the argument could bloom, Dessler's security was telling him the shooter had been downed. While everyone was moving back to their original positions, Kodai stepped back. Dessler still had his hand.

“That was brave and foolish, Kodai,” he murmured while gazing at him intently. “Thank you.”

Kodai nodded. Then, he smiled ironically. “Welcome to Earth, Dessler.”

The Leader laughed heartily. They shook hands, then Kodai walked to the podium with him. The President was calming the audience. Dessler used the attempt on his life to acknowledge the bitter history between their peoples and his role in it. Dessler went on to lay out what a true diplomatic relationship between Earth and Garuman would mean to the safety of Earth. His call for open minded discussion was almost humble. In light of the violence that nearly killed him, it was an extraordinary act. The follow-up speeches reflected the hope for real diplomacy between them. Kodai wasn't really surprised. Dessler radiated power. To see such an imposing man make any kind of plea, worked wonders on the skeptical ministers. Kodai was also more confident about Dessler's safety. The snipers had taken down one their own. Earth clearly knew what was at risk and what was at stake. Kodai relaxed a little–only a little. In the moments that he was pressed against Dessler, Kodai knew that he was in serious peril personally from that man.  He was certain that Dessler knew it, too

The rest of the morning was as surreal as the start. There was a brief post reception gathering for coffee and a light buffet. Kodai was grateful for the food as he hadn't eaten since waking up hours ago. The buffet also gave him a brief break from Dessler's looming presence. The Leader had been keeping him within arm's reach since his arrival. It was so subtle that he doubted anyone noticed. But Kodai knew and it was a relief for a little distance. He was on his second plate food when Dessler drifted  back to the buffet.

“My arrival kept you from your morning meal, Kodai” he said. “You are ravenous.”

Kodai swallowed with a blush. “Soldiers eat when they can. I'm used to that.”

“And the fair Yuki and your lovely child? Their morning was not too disrupted, was it?”

“Not at all,” Kodai replied with a smile. “Miyuki wakes very, very early. They were up and about before the first call came in.”

“I'm glad. I came to be of service to you and your family as well as to Earth.”

“I sensed that, Dessler,” Kodai replied. “I can't wait to find out how.”

“I believe it is time to tell you and everyone,” Dessler said. “It seems that they are calling for us.”

The meeting with the President, the ministers and the military went better than Kodai thought it would. That was most likely because they let Dessler do much of the talking. It was a riveting presentation on the systems that bordered his empire. Any one of them could become a problem for Earth. Kodai's initial observations on each system were detailed. They had proven to be highly accurate and useful in Dessler's initial talks.

“What I propose is entering into joint talks with the leadership of these systems,” Dessler said in conclusion. “These talks could yield a great deal of intelligence on the resources and ambitions of these peoples. And though our efforts to engage will be done jointly, or interests can remain wholly separate. You would not be drawn into any conflicts against the Garuman Empire though I will always make it clear that you have my allegiance. I would like to take an envoy with me when I depart for my home world.”

Kodai was impressed at Dessler's sincere willingness to make a diplomatic gesture to any system. Earth's leadership was as well. Even the military was surprised.

“This is an extraordinary proposal that will require some study. It would also take some time to conduct a search for a suitable envoy amongst the diplomatic corps,” the President said apologetically.

“You must do what you deem best,” Dessler replied mildly. “However, you already have a suitable envoy in your midst. Captain Kodai has proven his mettle as a warrior, but he also has a keen mind for diplomacy. I have attached a detailed account of his work on my initial contacts.”

Kodai knew that his mouth was hanging open and that he was blinking a great deal, but he couldn't help it. It was quite an offer on many levels. Kodai's career would definitely be on the rise in the military or civilian government. It would mean that he needn't be Earthbound. Yet, he would be in very little danger alongside Dessler. He wouldn't be in danger from enemies, that is. The danger from the Leader, however, was considerable. And there was no way he could refuse such a post. His only hope was the response of the government and his superior officers.

“We are all in agreement that Captain Kodai is a very fine officer, and I'm sure his work is first rate,” Admiral Todo said very carefully. “However, he is not of suitable ranks for such an assignment, nor does he have experience with negotiating treaties.”

“His rank would mean nothing to these alien rulers. At any rate, what his rank is or is not can be changed by you, if you choose,” Dessler countered equally carefully. “As for his experience, I do not have to tell you of the aid he has enlisted in the campaigns to save this planet. These talks will not be nearly as dangerous.”

Kodai was flummoxed. It was galling to have a former enemy telling his superiors what a good officer he was, yet there was no way he could intervene when he didn't want the post.

“As you see, Leader Dessler, there are some matters that we must discuss,” the President said dryly. “I am certain we can come to an agreement that will suit everyone. Meanwhile, you have the hospitality of Kodai's family to enjoy.”

“That is true,” Dessler said with a smile. “I will leave you to your work, then. But do bear in mind that I have extensive experience in matters across the galaxy. You would be well served to strongly consider my recommendations.”

“Leader Dessler, I ask just one more imposition,” the President said. “We need to speak to Captain Kodai regarding this post. If we could send you on to Kodai's home. He will be along as soon as possible.”

“I had hoped to travel with him, but no matter,” Dessler said. “I will visit with Yuki and your daughter. But don't be long. We have grillin' to do.”

“Please, tell Yuki, I'll be there soon.” Kodai said as Dessler grasped his hand in parting.

“Of course.”

“Thank you, Dessler.”

With a nod to Kodai and the President, Dessler swept from the room. Kodai sighed. He was really good at turning a quiet life upside down.

“You're going to teach Leader Dessler about grillin'?” Todo muttered.

Kodai shrugged. “Yeah…he was really interested in my life on Earth. I can't tell you why.”

“Can you tell us about this offer of his?” The President asked.

“Sirs, I just want to make it clear that I had no idea that Leader Dessler would make such an offer,” Kodai said emphatically. “When we spoke, about this it was in terms of sending a delegation to initiate talks. I thought all of our discussions were theoretical.”

“And now? Why would he want only one envoy and for that envoy to be you?” the President asked.

“It's likely that the Leader has determined that a large delegations would be untenable with the personalities involved on the other side,” Kodai replied.

“There is a greater risk of a serious misstep with a large group,” the President agreed. “But why is he so intent that the envoy should be you rather than a seasoned diplomat?”

“I'm sure the assessment in his documents indicates that any talks have to be with someone of military authority,” Kodai replied. “These systems are growing quickly and aggressively looking at ways to expand their territory. An envoy from a military force may be able to counter any thoughts of aggression. As for why me? He knows me well. He trusts me. He knows that I trust him. The other thing you should know is that Dessler doesn't work with anyone he thinks may fail him. He would never request me if he thought the task were beyond my ability.”

“So you want this post?” Todo demanded. “And the promotion in rank that would go with it?”

“I would rather not have my life up ended,” Kodai replied honestly. “But I know that this is an extremely important effort for Earth. Leader Dessler wouldn't come this far if it weren't. In the end, I'm a soldier who goes where he is ordered.”

“How likely is he to accept a substitute for you?” The President asked.

Kodai shrugged. “It would depend on who it was. There may be a candidate that he wouldn't object to, but I doubt it. Dessler always says exactly what he means. If Earth wants an opportunity to get real intelligence on what may be out there to threaten our interest, it would be best to give him what he thinks will succeed.”

“Thank you, Captain,” the President said. “We'll be sending a delegation out to your soiree to pursue this further.”

“You're more than welcome,” Kodai replied. “I'm sure there's enough food to feed an army.”

 

Dessler was bemused by the time he reached the quiet, well manicured neighborhood that Kodai called home. There was a great deal of curiosity about the formal motorcade, but for the most part, the citizens seemed happy and content with their activities. There certainly were a lot of frolicking children about. It was certainly happier outside of the transport than inside. Dessler admittedly ignored any attempts at small talk. None of these humans had served on the Yamato, thus they couldn't begin to know anything about him. He had put them all on edge about offending him, and that's what he wanted for the time being. He couldn't fathom any of those planet bound ministers thinking they knew better than he did about who should be his envoy in this mission. What troubled him most though was an uncertainty over how persuasive Kodai would be about the posting.

Kodai still had no resolve where Dessler was concerned. He knew even before Kodai pressed him back into the alcove that the young captain was still conflicted about his feelings for him. Those large dark eyes had been an intriguing mix of exasperation, affection and uncertainty. He looked far less haunted than when they last were together. Yet, something rendered Kodai vulnerable to him. This made the Leader determined to take Kodai back with him. As the motorcade pulled to a halt, Dessler wondered if he was about to find out why Kodai continued in his state of uncertainty.

“We have arrived, Leader Dessler,” Mr. Sinclair said nervously. “Your security will be deployed around the property.”

“Have the case of wine brought in,” Dessler said in reply as he picked up a huge bouquet of white roses and exited the vehicle.

Yuki was opening the door as Dessler reached it. She smiled at him before bowing.

“Welcome to our home, Leader Dessler,” she said in that soft voice.

“The pleasure is truly mine, fair Yuki,” Dessler replied giving her the flowers. “Motherhood agrees with you, my dear. You are more beautiful than ever.”

She blushed as she stepped aside. “Please, come inside.”

“I have more gifts for your home and some government officials, I'm afraid,” Dessler said. “Kodai couldn't break free of a most tiresome encounter with your President. He will be along directly.”

“Thank you for the gifts. I expected the delay and the officials,” Yuki replied. “They're all over the yard as well.”

He followed her into the kitchen where she found a large vase in which to place the flowers. Motherhood really agreed with the young woman. Her figure was attractively fuller and her hair was longer. She could rival his concubines easily.

“How tiresome,” Dessler said. “I had hoped that this would be a one of your typical cookouts.”

Yuki laughed. “How could you expect that? You're world famous. I'm surprised that they were able to keep the press away.”

“I have devices that do that rather well,” he replied dryly. “And they never come back.”

“Dessler, really,” Yuki scolded. Another knock at the door took her back to the living room.

The Leader looked about the kitchen with interest. It seemed comfortable and cheery if humble. The food looked quite appetizing, even in its unfinished state. Dessler heard a noise like a cooing sound. And something was tugging his cape.  He looked down to find a baby with large dark eyes and rosy cheeks holding onto the top of his boot while steadying unsteady little legs.

“Who might you be?” He murmured with a smile.  She laughed in reply then held up her arms. Somehow, Dessler knew that meant she wanted to be lifted. He complied, holding the girl so that they were nearly eye to eye.

“Dessler, those gifts are so extravagant,” Yuki said. “Miyuki, there you are. Is she a bother?”

“Not at all,” Dessler replied. “She's delightful…such a beauty.”

The tiny girl laughed and clapped her hands.

“She likes you,” Yuki said. “That's unusual for a stranger.”

“Your daughter has fine taste,” Dessler replied. “Go about your routine. I can hold her.”

“My routine ended with the chief of protocol arriving this morning,” Yuki said wryly. “This is all new to me. I'll be making the cold foods for the cookout. Susumu cooks the meats on the grill. And makes the drinks.”

“Drinks, you say, Well, I hope he gets here soon.”

Yuki tried to glare at him, but seemed too amused by him being in her kitchen. She went back to cutting her vegetables while chatting about her routine as a wife and mother. Though there were a lot of chores on her agenda each day, it wasn't nearly as busy as she had been on the Yamato. She admitted to some boredom in this post, but didn't like the idea of having her daughter in childcare in that town.

“The children are a bit spoiled, and when I work for the military or the government, time gets away from me,” she explained. “I could be gone for days at a time while my daughter falls under selfish influences.”

“Does Kodai have time get away from him?”

“Oh yes. That's why he was already at Headquarters when you first contacted him,” Yuki said. “That would continue, of course, so we'd both be away. Our lovely girl who only likes the simplest things would become a monster that wants everything she sees.”

“We can't have that, can we?” He asked Miyuki. She laughed at that. “You aren't afraid of me in the least, are you? That's a blow to my fearsome reputation.”

She squealed with delight causing Dessler to chuckle. “Nothing should spoil this kind of spirit.”

Yuki and he spoke easily about routine things on Earth. Before Dessler knew it, the baby was asleep with her dark head resting against his chest, and Kodai was coming through the door.  Yuki went to quiet him and likely give him a proper wifely greeting. They both entered a short while later. Kodai was staring at Dessler incredulously.

“Miyuki really likes you,” he said.

“Are you surprised?” Dessler asked.

“I suppose not,” Kodai said. “Yuki will take her. I'm sure you could use a strong drink. I know I can.”

“An excellent plan,” Dessler agreed.

Kodai noticed him looking ruefully at his usually pristine uniform tunic. There was a large wet spot where Miyuki's head had rested.

“I don't think I'll ever get this stain out,” Dessler muttered.

“Club soda will do it,” Kodai said. Have a seat here.”

Kodai poured the clear liquid onto a white towel. He then leaned over Dessler and dabbed the spot with it. His hands were steady and sure despite their nearness. Dessler liked that.

“I'm not sure why it works, but it does,” Kodai murmured as he stepped away. “Now, for those drinks.”

“Thank you,” Dessler said softly. “I hope my proposal hasn't caused undue problems with your superiors.”

Kodai shrugged. “It was bound to. That's just how the chain of command reacts when it thinks someone is trying to get around it.”

Dessler watched Kodai pour ice into a metal cylindrical container and a pair of oddly shaped glasses.

“But what do you think of the posting?” Dessler asked.

Kodai poured a clear liquid from a sealed bottle into the container.

“I think it's an excellent opportunity for Earth,” Kodai replied. “You know I've long thought we should be more aware of the potential dangers in the galaxy. And I agree that I'm one of the best choices to go.”

“That's good to hear, Kodai,” Dessler replied. “No military leader wants to fight on two fronts.”

Kodai added another clear liquid to the container. He smiled ruefully.

“I'm glad you understand that there is a fight of sorts over your offer,” Kodai said as he opened a jar filled with round green fruits. “I'm not sure what the outcome will be.”

“What are those, Kodai?”

“Olives,” Kodai replied. “I put them in the drink for flavor. Try one.”

Kodai fished inside the jar and pulled out one olive. He held it out for Dessler, assuming that he would take it from his hand. However, Dessler could not let such an opportunity pass. He leaned forward, then sucked the olive from Kodai's fingers, managing to lick the fingers at the same time. The young captain inhaled sharply, and his eyes dilated. Dessler smiled.

“Delicious,” he murmured with a purr in his tone.

“Dessler…” Kodai said in a cautioning tone.

The Leader tried to look innocent. “I thought you wanted me to taste.”

“We were discussing the posting,” Kodai said through his teeth.

“Ah, yes. If not you, then no one,” Dessler replied. “I can try to relay what I learn in these talks. That could be useful, but I won't have someone working at my side that I neither know nor trust. This isn't about my admiration of your skills. Inter-galactic relations should only be established by those who have actually traveled the galaxy. It's an issue of perspective.”

Kodai fitted a glass container over the metal one and shook the mixture. He then poured the ice out of the glasses, placed three olives on a short skewer in each glass with a little of the juice from the jar. Then, he poured strained the contents of the metal container into the glass and presented one to Dessler.

The Leader took a sip at the same time as Kodai. And, like his host, Dessler closed his eyes for a moment to savor the singularly salty and bitter but satisfying taste.

“What world would I have to destroy to possess this elixir?” Dessler murmured.

“It's a martini, and the planet would be this one, and must you always think of destruction and possession first?” Kodai replied in exasperation.

“I don't always think of destruction when I want to possess something,” Dessler replied amiably.

“At any rate, I have a case of each ingredient in the transport along with the mixing set and the glasses,” Kodai said patiently. “I've also included the literature on each of the ingredients. Our gift to you.”

Dessler had another healthy sip. “You have my gratitude. What is our next task in grillin?”

“We light the coals in the grill to get the fire ready,” Kodai said. “I understand that we have four grills instead of one courtesy of the Protocol chief, so we'd best get started.”

Kodai lead Dessler out onto an area called the patio that was shielded from the sun by a canvass awning. He pulled out some long, colorful cloths and held them out to Dessler.

“These are aprons to keep your clothes clean while cooking,” Kodai said. “You really should wear one.”

Dessler chose one at random. He held it up with a big smile. “Kiss the cook. I shall take that one...”

“No, you won't,” Kodai countered plucking it from his hand. “Here's one that goes with your cape.”

“Ah, so you'll be wearing that one,” Dessler smiled as he put the apron loop over his head.

“No, I'll be wearing a plain one as well,” Kodai said with a glare. “Yuki can wear this one.”

Dessler was more amused than displeased and his host knew it. Still, he had to keep trying.

“I don't know if I can tie this around my cape. Can you assist me?” He asked.

Kodai chuckled ruefully. “I am not putting my arms around you. I'm certain you can figure it out.”

“You aren't a very accommodating host, Kodai.”

The young captain ignored him. His attitude delighted the Leader. Once the aprons were secure, Dessler was shown how to fill and light chimneys for each grill. Then, they had another martini while the coals heated. They sat on lounging chairs in the shade enjoying the drinks when the neighbors started to come by, peering at them over the hedge.

“That's a lot of grills, Susumu,” one man said. “You expecting an army?”

“Sort of,” Kodai replied. “You're invited…everyone is. We'll have things ready in an hour or so.”

“Say, what are all those red dots on my chest?”

“I'll take care of that,” Dessler said, rising from his chair. He approached the security deployed out of sight nearby. After a quick and quiet word, the dots disappeared.

“You'd be Leader Dessler, then,” the man said as Dessler took up his place next to Kodai.

“Yes, I would be,” Dessler replied mildly. “How do you do?”

“I do alright, thanks. Isn't this something?” He said. “I'll make sure to drop by.”

“Spread the word,” Kodai said. “No need to bring anything.”

“Not even beer?”

“We've got cases of it.”

“Well then, I'll see you both later!”

“That was Fred Yakashima, the neighborhood gossip,” Kodai said mildly as he sipped his martini. “Everyone in the area will know about the cookout in ten minutes or so.”

“When do you expect arrivals?”

Kodai shrugged. “As soon as they smell the meat cooking.”

“I see. Is that always the case?”

“Not always,” Kodai said. “Some parties are more planned with invitations and everything. Most of the time though, one neighbor will start grilling meat and others will bring all types of food and drink. Soon, there is a party.”

“How unpredictable,” Dessler observed. “You humans are most convivial. This gives you such a strong sense of community and place, yes?”

Kodai smiled a small smile. “I think it's the sense of community more than place. This neighborhood didn't exist ten years ago.”

“That is difficult to believe. This is impressive, Kodai. Your people are resilient. They don't just find a way to survive,” Dessler commented. “They find a way to thrive.”

Kodai looked at Dessler with appreciation. “I'm glad you've come. It is important for you to understand us.”

Yuki came out then with one of the protocol men in tow. They both carried trays laden with meats.

“How is the fire?” She asked.

“Almost there,” Kodai replied. “Fred was just here.”

“Oh. I'd better start setting out the buffet,” she said, snagging the protocol man's arm. “Come along. There's a lot to do.”

Kodai moved back to the line of grills. He studied them for a moment.

“The coals are ready, Dessler,” he said. “Allow me to show you what to do.”

“Of course.”

Dessler watched attentively as Kodai arranged the meat across the grill with a long pair of tongues. Dessler repeated the method with his two grills. There was a bit of smoke, but it had an enticing, savory scent.

“We have to keep watch, but we shouldn't move the meat or flip it for several minutes,” Kodai said.

“It wouldn't be better to turn it over and over to keep it from burning?” Dessler asked.

“That's a temptation, but no. It must be left alone for the best result.”

“This is hot work, Kodai. Yet the lovely Yuki remains inside where it is climate controlled and cool,” Dessler remarked drily.

“It might help if you took off your cape and tunic,” Kodai replied. He didn't hide his amusement. “And the gloves.”

Dessler looked at Kodai with patience. “You know that I only remove those when I am alone and with someone I trust. Besides, I am quite comfortable. Are you sure we shouldn't turn the meat more than once?”

“I'm sure. It will be delicious.”

“We have refreshments,” Yuki said as she came out again. There were three well dressed men behind her all carrying heavy trays.

One of the men set down a tray with a glistening pitcher of yellow liquid and ice with tall glasses also filled with ice. Dessler found his mouth watering as Yuki poured the refreshing looking liquid into two of the glasses.     

“Martinis are always nice, but in this heat, you need some cold lemonade,” she said as she handed each of them a glass.

Dessler took a healthy drink as did Kodai. They sighed at the same time. Yuki laughed and shook her head.

“Men,” she said with a smile.

“Thank you, dear Lady,” Dessler sighed. “You are an angel.”

“That really hit the spot, Yuki,” Kodai said, gifting Yuki with a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

“I feel restored,” Dessler said after draining the glass. He took up his post attentively.

“We can flip the meat,” Kodai said.

Dessler complied and was intrigued by what he saw. The meat was very nicely and deeply brown with even darker stripes from the grill. It smelled enticing. As Kodai predicted, the neighbors began to arrive. There was a security procedure to pass at the driveway. However, that didn't stop a throng of people from showing up. Nor did they actually come empty handed. By the time the first round of meats were finished and the next round sizzling, there were back up grillers to relieve Dessler and Kodai. Yuki filled their plates and found them a shady, quiet place to eat. There were cold bottled beverages of a pale hue. Kodai called it beer and it was marvelous with the food.

“The meat is delicious, Kodai.”

“It's called steak.”

“Yes, this steak is marvelous. As are the grilled and cold vegetables.  The flavor from the char of the grill with the tender inside is amazing,” Dessler remarked with a sigh. “I want my chefs to learn this alchemy.”

“That's very easy to teach,” Kodai assured him. “There are ways to grill indoors. We'll see that you get all the information.”

They finished their plates in a comfortable silence as they had on Dessler's fortress. The Leader took a moment to really look at Kodai while he was enjoying his meal. The young man was remarkably unruffled by the events of the day. This could be an average afternoon for all of his calm. The only tremor he felt from Kodai was in response to the attraction they had for each other. He handled that with calm and grace despite Dessler's efforts to push him. The attraction was stronger than when they were last together. Dessler found no reason for Kodai's restlessness in his home. Quite the contrary. It was a lovely home with a beautiful family madly in love with him. And he clearly loved them. Dessler then knew that Kodai's emotional wounds were war related. Somehow, despite all he had on Earth, there had been no solace for those wounds.

“I healed his physical hurts,” Dessler reasoned. “Part of him wishes for me to heal his emotional wounds.”

The Leader wondered why Kodai couldn't lean on his shipmates including Yuki. Then, he concluded that the young captain's behavior was likely emblematic of the rest of the Yamato's crew. There were all busy trying to make happiness the legacy of their battles instead of really facing their trauma. It was understandable, but clearly not helping Kodai's recovery. While he was with Dessler, Kodai had begun to open up about his conflicted post-war feelings. When the young man turned to him as more than a confidant, the conduit would be that need to heal.  Dessler was more confident than ever that this would happen. They'd always had a strong personal chemistry. Those feelings were why the Leader knew that Kodai would respond to his distress call all those years ago. Those feelings were the reason for the poignant though premature memorial for his demise. And Dessler could feel the chemistry between them as they finished that first tasty plate of food

Dessler was enjoying thoughts of seducing Kodai after a lovely meal and fine wine when a shadow fell over them.

Kodai and Dessler looked up to find and officious looking man in a dark suit covered by the 'kiss the cook' apron bowing before them.

“My name is Shiro, chief of protocol,” he said. “Forgive my imposition, Leader Dessler, is everything to your liking?”

“Absolutely everything until ten seconds ago,” he replied affably.

“Oh, dear, whatever is amiss, sir?”

“You are,” Dessler said mildly. “Now, do go away. Kodai and I must mingle.”

The man sensibly backed away into the house. Kodai chuckled as he shook his head.

“Well, don't we have to mingle?” He asked.

Dessler found he liked causing that expression of exasperated affection. Kodai took his plate and placed it on a nearby table along with his own.

“Come on, Dessler,” he murmured.

The crowd was larger than Dessler expected, but they weren't a boisterous lot save for the small children running about. Most were engaged in their own conversations, but almost all were watching Kodai and Dessler as they approached the buffet table.

“The best way to make an impression is to sample some of the food that our neighbors brought,” Kodai suggested. “Are you still hungry?”

“Ravenous,” Dessler replied. “You know how strong my appetite is.”

Kodai glared at him as he handed him a clean plate. “Try the fried chicken.”

Dessler watched Kodai dish said fried chicken and a creamy dish called potato salad onto his plate. He followed suit. A young wife stepped up anxiously as Dessler tried the chicken. He assumed that she was the chef behind the dish. The chicken was a different kind of delightful from the steak. And the potato salad's creaminess was the perfect accent to the crunchy spice of the chicken. Dessler smiled at the woman staring at him intently.

“Madam, this is just marvelous,” he said fervently. “You are an artist, and I must know how this is made. What is your name, my dear?”

“I'm Hana Saito, Leader Dessler,” she said with a bow. “I'd be happy to share my recipe and method.”

“This fare is worthy of the finest inter-galatic gathering.”

“You are too kind,” Mrs. Saito smiled.

“ Not at all, dear Lady. Mr. Shiro!” Dessler said in little more than a normal voice. Of course, the man was at his side instantly.

“How may I help you, Leader Dessler?” The man looked quite delighted to be of assistance.

“Have your government contact my shuttle. I want my chef brought from the Command ship post haste,” Dessler said. “There is much he must learn here before I depart.”

“My pleasure, sir,” Shiro said as he hurried to the house.

Kodai smiled at him. There was now a line of ladies waiting to have their wares sampled. Dessler was about to take another clean plate when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He looked at Kodai and found that he was suddenly alarmed as well. Somehow, they knew to move toward the hedge nearby placing the civilians behind them. An instant later, A man had dropped from the top of the 8 foot, thick hedge to the ground. Strapped to his torso was a massive bomb. This time, Dessler did not allow Kodai to step in front of him. He kept him slightly behind with a strong hand holding him back.

“Hiro, this isn't the way,” Kodai said angrily. “There are children here!”

“What are a few more innocents to take out this devil!” the man shouted.

Red dots appeared on the man's chest.  Dessler turned his head briefly toward his men and the government's security.

“Stand down, you fools! Shooting him will set off that device,” Dessler snarled. Then, he looked at his man, Hiro. “Let us go from here away from these people.”

The man shook his head. “If they eat with you. They can die with you!”

“Hiro!” A soft but firm voice said from behind them.

Suddenly, Yuki was there. She'd gotten past Kodai and Dessler and was advancing on the man gently but resolutely.

“Hiro, you must be very tired and sick at heart. You have so much in your life,” she said gently as she moved closer. “Why would you want to throw that away?”

“I don't want to,” he said. “I have to. It's the only way to make things right with the dead!”

“The dead don't want you to throw away life or live in misery,” she said. “They want for our lives to be happy.”

She was right in front of Hiro then. The man looked down in shame at her sweet, unwavering gaze. Then, Yuki punched him hard in the jaw. All of her body weight was thrown into the blow, sending Hiro to his knees. Government security rushed in. They grabbed the detonator then carried him off bodily. Kodai and Dessler braced for the crowd's reaction.

“Well, that wasn't right, “Fred said. “He shouldn't have done such a fool thing when we're breaking bread in peace. Ruined a great party.”

“Not ruined at all,” Dessler assured everyone. “Let's have a beer to clear our heads, then more of this lovely food.”

The crowd was relieved and willing. Dessler turned to Kodai.

“Tend to your wife, Kodai,” Dessler said. “I'll be quite fine here.”

Kodai nodded his head. He collected the then shell-shocked Yuki and guided her into the house. Dessler moved to the big tub of iced beverages with the rest of the neighbors.

 

Kodai closed the door on the noise, then took his wife to the cool of their bedroom where Miyuki was asleep in her crib. Yuki was trembling by then, but Kodai knew that his wife wasn't scared. She was angry.

“How could anyone be so selfish,” she whispered in dismay. “If he had harmed the Leader in any way, the Earth would have been destroyed. How can he think only of his own pain?”

Kodai hugged her close. “Grief makes people do foolish things. Thankfully, you still have your left hook.”

Yuki smacked Kodai on the back of the head playfully and hugged him back. “I couldn't let Dessler or his men hurt the idiot. That would have been bad, too.”

“Dessler makes life complicated,” Kodai said ruefully. “And he seems to enjoy it.”

“He's come for you, hasn't he?” Yuki asked quietly as she held him.

“In a way,” Kodai replied. “It's a diplomatic mission he thinks I'm well suited for.”

“Is he right?”

“Yes, but I don't want to go,” Kodai replied.

“You do want to go, Susumu,” Yuki countered gently. “Especially if it will help Earth stay safe.”

“I don't want to leave you and Miyuki,” Kodai said emphatically.

“We will manage if it comes to that. You wouldn't be allowed to risk your life with Leader Dessler,” Yuki said. “And it wouldn't be indefinite.”

“No, I suppose not,” Kodai replied.

“Unless the Leader makes it difficult for you to leave,” Yuki said. “You are unique to him, Susumu. He respects so few in all of the galaxy. You are a true companion to him.”

Yuki sensed his discomfort. “All this can wait until later. Go back out there with our guests. I'll be along after I freshen up.”

Kodai considered telling her all of the reasons that Dessler had come for him, but that would have raised questions that he couldn't answer. And it would have unfairly alarmed her. Thus, he nodded then returned to the surreal scene in his backyard.

Dessler was listening with rapt attention to grillin' theory from Fred and the other men while he was nibbling from a smorgasbord of neighborhood dishes.

“Ah, Kodai,” Dessler said with a smile. “Everything is set right, I trust?”

“Yuki is fine,” Kodai said.

“Didn't doubt it for a moment. She's a very strong woman,” Dessler replied. “I've been learning a lot from your neighbors about this grillin'.”

“So, I see,” Kodai said. “Don't fill up too fast. You'll need room for dessert.”

Dessler smiled. “It's quite difficult to fill me up, dear boy. My metabolism is like a furnace.”

Kodai rolled his eyes causing Dessler to laugh with delight.  Yuki joined them with a refreshed, energetic Miyuki just in time for the parade of desserts. Dessler most liked the grilled fresh fruit. He also enjoyed the fruit based ices that the neighbors brought. Miyuki let him feed her a few spoonfuls of those before she toddled after the rest of the children in the yard. The day was surreal but pleasant over all. Dessler really enjoyed himself, and the neighbors were impressed by that. The protocol people cleaned up the feast as if nothing had ever happened at the end. Kodai was very careful not to mention the golf outing until all of the guests had departed.

“I never asked where you would be staying tonight,” Kodai said as they had a brandy in the waning sunlight. Yuki was putting a very tired Miyuki to bed.

“The VIP wing in the Presidential Palace,” Dessler replied. “It's safest I'm told.”

“Oh, yes, it is,” Kodai said. “It's not quite as opulent as your rooms, but what is?”

“No throne in the bathroom, I take it.”

Kodai laughed.  “No. I'm sure you can make do.”

“If I must,” Dessler smiled. “But what of tomorrow?”

“Breakfast and then a full round of golf,” Kodai said. “It will be just us and the dozen security people.”

“Very intimate,” Dessler laughed. “There has been no word from your government about my offer.”

“No,” Kodai replied. “I suspect we'll meet an alternative candidate in the morning or after golf.”

“I prefer after,” Dessler said. “I'd prefer your leaving with me at the end of the day. Have you told Yuki?”

“Yes, but she knew that you were here to take me away,” Kodai replied. “She thinks it's a good plan for Earth, and for me.”

“And for her?”

“I don't know.,” Kodai replied honestly.

“I think she needs more challenges herself,” Dessler said. “She spoke about working for the administration again.”

“Really? It would be difficult for us both to be away from home with Miyuki.”

“Soldiers relocate their families all the time,” Dessler said. “Your lovely daughter will be happy anywhere her parents are.”

“That's true,” Kodai smiled. “She is the happiest person I have ever known. How do you find out these things?”

“I simply ask, Kodai.”

“Hmmmm,” Kodai murmured sipping his drink. He had never considered that Yuki may want to go back to work in government. He also found it was an idea he liked. “You've given us a lot to talk about.”

“Leader Dessler,” A voice said from the other side of the hedge. “The transport is arriving.”

“Very well,” Dessler replied. “I will say my goodbyes then.”

Kodai followed Dessler into the house. Yuki was coming into the living room then.

“I am off until tomorrow morning, dear Yuki,” He said kissing her hand. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“I really enjoyed it, Leader Dessler,” she replied with a smile. “So did Miyuki. We'll see you in the morning?”

“You couldn't keep me away,” he replied. “Kodai, walk me to the transport?”

“Of course. I'll be right back, Yuki.”

Kodai followed him outside with a little trepidation. The Leader had been fairly well behaved, but there was still the matter of what hung between them.

“My resolve has not changed, Kodai,” he said quietly as they paused in front of the transport's open door.

Kodai looked at him levelly. “I know, Dessler.”

“Yet you will not refuse the offer?”

“No,” he replied. “This is a rare opportunity for Earth. I won't refuse.”

“Can you refuse me?”

Kodai swallowed hard. “I don't know.”

Dessler smiled a most evil smile. “Yes, you do. And now, so do I.” 

Kodai looked at the road long after the transport departed. He took a deep breath, then headed inside. It was time that he and Yuki talked about the things that were hanging between them. But when he went inside the house, she was fast asleep on their sofa. The young captain sighed. He knew that she should wake her. They needed to have that discussion. But Kodai knew by how deeply she slept that his wife was completely exhausted. So, he picked her up, undressed her and put her to bed. He locked the doors and set the alarm against those who may not approve of his friendship with Dessler. Finally, he undressed and climbed into bed. He was deeply asleep moments later.

 

Dessler awoke at an early hour. Despite all that had occurred yesterday, he had retired quite early. The long morning and afternoon and all of the control he had to exercise had drained him. It was just as well. He had avoided late evening discussions with government officials. And in his fatigue, Dessler found he could make no complaint about the blandness of his accommodations. He took an abbreviated bath in that small, relatively shallow tub and summoned the combined security detail and the transport without speaking to any officials. He didn't want to reiterate any points he felt were made clearly. And he wanted his time with Kodai and his family without the burdens of diplomacy. Breakfasts were sacrosanct for the Leader. He would not have it sullied with questions he considered answered.

The neighborhood was very quiet when they reached Kodai's home. There was movement in some of the houses, but none on the street.  Dessler left the vehicle, ordering them to wait for him as quietly as possible. The Leader did not come empty handed. He had the generous tray of pastries and large carafe of freshly squeezed fruit juice wrapped for travel.

Kodai answered the door with Miyuki in his arms. The little girl clapped happily upon seeing Dessler.

“Good morning, fair Miyuki,” Dessler said with a smile. “Good morning, Kodai. I come bearing gifts.”

“Thank you,” Kodai replied as he stepped aside to allow Dessler inside. “That's very kind. Is anyone else with you?”

“No. I left before anyone was up and about,” Dessler replied.

Kodai was amused. “You ditched them.”

“In a word, yes,” Dessler replied. “I wanted to have breakfast with you and the family without some officious sots.”

The young captain shook his head with a chuckle. “I can't say I blame you. Follow me.”

Kodai lead him to the kitchen where Yuki was setting out some very enticing smelling dishes. The room smelled wonderful.

“Good Morning, Leader Dessler,” Yuki said with a big smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“I did indeed,” Dessler replied. “You look well rested.”

“I fell asleep as soon as you left,” Yuki admitted. “Yesterday was very busy. What did you bring?”

“Just some juice and some pastry,” he replied.

“You are so kind to us,” she said. “Please, be seated. Let me serve you some of Kodai's favorite foods for breakfast. There is fruit salad, pancakes and scrambled eggs.”

Dessler looked at the plate with anticipation. It was colorful and appetizing. Along side of the plate, Yuki served a glass of the fruit juice and a cup of dark steamy liquid that smelled enticing. Dessler tasted the warm liquid, then followed Kodai suggestions for additions he might like. It was lovely then.

“Earthlings have a fine palette for food and drink,” Dessler said. “I have had some of the finest food anywhere these two days.”

“Does that tell you something about us?” Yuki asked.

“Indeed, it does,” Dessler replied after another sip of his coffee. “You have husbanded your resources into a rich and comfortable lives. There is a reverence for simple things that is worth protecting. Any diplomat should be as hospitable as you and your neighbors but clear about protecting what you value.”

“Earth does not seek conquest. We seek friends,” Kodai concurred. “But we are not weak.”

“Exactly.” Dessler said.

“Susumu, you are the one that can convey that to other worlds,” Yuki said. “You always extend your friendship without ever being weak.”

Dessler smiled. “You are absolutely right, my dear. And this breakfast is stellar.”

Miyuki babbled in agreement then laughed happily.

“What are your plans while Kodai and I go golfing?”

“The protocol chief will be arriving in an hour with your head chef. Our neighbors will be coming by to show how we make the dishes you enjoyed,” Yuki said. “They are very happy to be part of a diplomatic effort.”

“I thank you for hosting this vital effort,” Dessler said with a warm smile.

“It's nice to be this busy,” Yuki replied. “We'll make sure everyone is gone by the time you return, so we can have a private lunch.”

“I appreciate that,” Dessler said. “Will there be more martinis?” 

“Of course,” Kodai laughed.

“Shall I have my security come in and assist in clean up?” Dessler asked as he finished the tasty meal.

Yuki smiled. “It's no trouble at all. You two go on and enjoy your match.”

Kodai gave her a sweet kiss, then turned to Dessler with a smile.

“Let's go, Dessler.”

By the time they reached the public club, the sun was up on a beautiful morning. Kodai lead Dessler to the club house to register and rent the clubs and the golf cart. The clerk was young and feckless which was actually a good thing. He didn't blink at the Leader's name. The clubs were chosen, and they were on their way in a very short time. There would be no calls to the press or neighbors in their wake, and no one else would take to the course on a weekday for hours. Still, Kodai frowned as they strolled to the first hole.

“I'm quite safe here, Kodai,” Dessler said.  “There are no tall buildings for miles. The security teams have posted men on any natural rise or near trees. And your government on its news broadcasts have made it clear that Earth will be in peril if I am harmed. Stop worrying.”

Kodai blushed. “I'll try.”

“You must. I won't be here much longer,” Dessler said. “I will have an answer from your government by the time we finish lunch.”

“If they allow me to accept the post, when will you want me to leave?”

Dessler looked at him levelly. “I would prefer to leave with you this day, but I will keep your family's sensibilities in mind. Three days?”

Kodai nodded. “That would be reasonable, thank you.”

“You should encourage Yuki to return to the capital. It would be better for her to be busy.”

“I will,” Kodai replied. “Now, let's golf.”

Dessler listened carefully to the rules of the sport. He felt his eyebrow raise incredulously. “We're to spend the morning chasing a small white ball, then hit it away from us and chase it again?”

“That's it,” Kodai said. “It's a form of meditation and exercise.”

Dessler looked dubious. “Very well. Proceed.”                                                                                                          

 

Kodai could barely contain his amusement as Dessler stood on the green adjusting his stance while his cape flapped in the gentle morning breeze. Of course, the Leader was perfect after watching Kodai just once. The ball flew straight and true to within a couple feet of the hole. It was almost as close as Kodai's, and he practiced often. Dessler smiled at him.

“Shall we?”

Kodai glowered at the Leader, but lead without comment. The match was a fascinating experience. They spoke little save for refining Dessler's stance and technique. After the first hole, Kodai could see Dessler calculating the distance and wind speed before driving and the nap of the green before putting. The silence was peaceful but not awkward. By the fourth hole, Kodai had relaxed enough to forget all that awaited them that day. It was a very satisfying experience that Dessler enjoyed as much as he did.

As they sunk their putts on the 18 hole, the Leader smiled. “This is a very satisfying pursuit, Kodai. It is peaceful yet riveting. Extraordinary.”

“I'm glad you like it. I had no idea you'd be so good at it,” Kodai commented with a wry smile. “But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Are you hungry?”

“Of course.”        

All that remained of the cooking lessons was Shiro, the protocol staff and the Garuman who had to be Dessler's chef. The chef bowed immediately.

“Have you learned well, Muller?” Dessler asked.

“Yes, My Lord,” he replied. “I have been given very clear instruction and an understanding of how to procure supplies once we have exhausted those we take with us.”

“Well done,” Dessler said. He then turned to Shiro. “Well done, Mr. Shiro.”

The protocol chief looked as though he might burst something, he was so happy. From Dessler's brief glance, Kodai knew that remark reflected more respect for his host's sensibilities than that of Shiro. Still, Kodai appreciated the effort.

The chef bowed once again and then departed with Shiro and the rest of the protocol staff. Only Kodai and Dessler remained. The security team had taken up their posts around the perimeter.

“Ah, I thought I heard Leader Dessler,” Yuki said, peeking her head outside. “Have a seat on the patio. I have your drinks and lunch ready.”

“Thanks,” Kodai said. “Yuki makes a very fine martini.”

“I don't doubt it,” Dessler replied. “But this means something more, does it not? I can't think of Mr. Shiro abandoning his post unless someone more important is en route.”

Kodai sighed. “And Yuki doesn't usually make my martinis. Whatever is coming is probably annoying.”

“How annoying?”

“I'll know by how good lunch is,” Kodai replied wryly.

Lunch was a work of art. Yuki brushed off compliments maintaining that she had help from Sinclair, but Kodai recognized her skillful hand in the delicately executed seafood omelet served with a salad of tiny greens topped with a perfectly creamy salad dressing.

“This is a masterpiece,” Dessler murmured. “We are about to be sorely tested then?”

“Oh, yeah,” Kodai replied even as he was savoring the food. “This will be pretty bad.”

They ate in a very comfortable silence until their plates were clean. The onslaught did not happen until they were finishing their coffee. Kodai first felt rumbling through the soles of his feet.

“It feels like a military transport,” Dessler said mildly. “That would mean that someone very important needs a quiet space to meet. Your Leader is arriving.”

In less than a moment, Admiral Todo and Mr. Sinclair were ushered before them by a very sympathetic Yuki who nonetheless quickly disappeared into the house.

“Forgive us for interrupting, Leader Dessler,” Todo began. “But we knew that your time here grows short.”

“There was no interruption,” Dessler assured them easily. “We have concluded our meal.”

“If we may borrow Captain Kodai for a few moments, we feel we can come to a conclusion in choosing the envoy,” Mr. Sinclair said confidently.

“Of course,” Dessler replied. “I'll be with Yuki in the kitchen.”

Kodai inclined his head at the Leader respectfully before taking his leave. The neighborhood was naturally in an uproar over the huge transport and support vehicles. They looked at Kodai for reassurance. He tried to relay some as he entered the transport. There, the President and a man he recognized as another admiral.

“Hello, Captain Kodai,” the President said while shaking his hand. “This visit has been quite a success from what I've been told though the neighborhood seems to be in quite an uproar over it.”

“Begging your pardon, sir,” Kodai replied with as little irony as possible. “But I think it's this transport and the support vehicles causing the excitement. The Leader has been very low key.”

“Yes, I wondered about that,” the President said. “But we couldn't let anyone know I was coming or why.”

“Understood, sir.”

“We have considered Leader Dessler's proposal very carefully,” he began. “And there is a certain amount of wisdom in choosing you as the envoy for this mission. It is certainly clear that you have quite a rapport with him. But we feel that for the members of the military and the parliament would feel more comfortable with someone with more rank and political experience.”

“But since you know Leader Dessler so well, we thought we'd have you meet someone that we thought might fit the situation,” Todo said.

Kodai ignored the slight as he had extremely mixed feelings about taking the post. He nodded.

“Of course, sir.”

The President relaxed then called the Admiral forward. He had a very clean uniform and manicured nails. So did Dessler, but somehow it didn't sit right on this man.

“Admiral Udagawa was a couple of classes ahead of you,” Todo said. “He was recovering from a battle injury when the Yamato set off for Ishkandar. However, he was essential in the execution of Earth's defenses.”

“I've heard a great deal about you, sir,” Kodai said carefully.

“You're very kind, Captain,” Udagawa replied with a confident smile. “I know I haven't seen the action you have over the years, but I do know how to navigate the halls of power in the military and the government. My family has walked them for generations. The ability comes with the breeding, I think.”

“Yes, sir,” Kodai said when there was an appropriate pause. He didn't really hear the rest of the introduction which lasted several minutes more. Before he knew it, the Admiral was being hustled off to the back of the transport, so the President could talk to him in private.

“I want you to be absolutely candid with me, Kodai,” the President said quietly. “You have the look of a man who is walking carefully on eggshells. The Admiral is from a fine family and he is finely educated. He is much like Leader Dessler, we believe. How will Dessler react to him?”

“I think he'll toss the Admiral out of the airlock before they reach Pluto,” Kodai replied frankly. “The Leader is refined and has a pedigree, but his power has been hard earned. He has led his people from the brink of destruction and walked through fire to do it.”

“As you have,” he said quietly.

Kodai felt his face flush. “Yes, sir. It's not a boast, it's a fact. I do not want to leave my family for this and court the mistrust of my superiors. I'd rather not have this headache. But I am the only choice Leader Dessler will accept.”

“After traveling here with the sot, I'm inclined to agree, but I will have to have them meet,” he sighed.

Kodai laughed quietly. “I'll be waiting in the house.”

“A good soldier knows when to retreat, eh?”

“Yes, sir.”

Kodai adroitly entered the back of the house as Dessler was taken out of the front. Yuki was preparing dinner with Miyuki vocally supervising from a high chair. He suddenly felt a heaviness in his chest at the thought of leaving them. Yuki caught his expression and smiled sweetly.

“What you do will keep us safe and give you a home to come back to, Kodai,” she said as she embraced him. “We have endured separation with far more fear and much less certainty.”

“Thank you, Yuki,” Kodai murmured. “Thank you.”

They weren't alone for more than ten minutes when a presidential aide came to bring him back to the transport. Kodai found the President alone with Dessler who had a wry expression on his face.

“A decision has been made,” the President said without preamble. “Leader Dessler was not as impressed with the Admiral as my staff was. He even used your words on how he might dispatch him.”

It was very hard for Kodai not to laugh. He gave Dessler an exasperated look which made him chuckle.

“I know when to give in,” he continued. “This is too good an opportunity to stand on protocol. Captain Kodai, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Admiral and are appointed the official Diplomatic Envoy from Earth.”

Kodai snapped to attention and saluted. “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I will do my best.”

“I must bid you goodbye for now,” Dessler said. “Your Leader has kindly invited me to dine with him and his wife. Give Yuki my thanks for all of her hospitality.”

Kodai shook his hand while they gazed at each other levelly.

“I will. It was a pleasure and an honor to have you, Dessler.”

The Leader smiled. There was a glint in his eyes. “I look forward to once again testing our mettle…and our resolve.”

Kodai inclined his head respectfully to break the gaze. He also bowed to the President before taking his leave.

Kodai knew that this mission wouldn't endanger him physically. He also knew that he was in far more peril than he had ever been before. 

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