The_Sarran_Senator_by_AC_Katt

Chapter 1-3

Tarmac at Sarran Space Port: 07:45 tines

Naffie looked so excited. There would be an offspring for him to play with. Syn watched the disembarkation. They were already on the tarmac when both she and Naffie saw Mark and Juraens. Naffie broke out of the receiving line and ran to them with Garlance, his minder, close on his heels. Syn could barely keep up.

“Tontos Mark and Juraens, I’m happy to see you. He gave them a hug. Where’s Michael?”

“That’s our Naffie, straight to the point as usual.” Mark laughed.

“I’m Naffie.” He put his hand out to Sara who took it in return. Naffie pointed to Sara’s stomach and said, “A femspring,” then, spotting Michael watching the cats exit the ship, he sprinted in that direction.

“I’m pregnant?” Sara said in shock having heard of Naffie’s abilities from her Warriors.

“I guess you are.” Mark and Juraens took her in the circle of their arms. Juraens started to cry openly, “I never thought I would have a Triad. I am blessed by the Goddess four times. First you, Treasured, then our Sara and Michael, and now a femspring to love.” Juraens held Sara and Mark in his arms.

Syn lumbered up to them. “Congratulations, Mark, Juraens. I’m Syn, you must be Sara. I’m sorry to interrupt, but we’ve got to find the offspring before Naffie transports both of them home without us.”

Sara looked around the tarmac for Michael. “He was just here with us, now he’s disappeared.”

::Goddess, where did they go? :: “I’m sorry, I’m using mind speech,” Syn apologized.

::It’s all right, I understand you.:: Aloud she said, “Yes, I’m Sara and bonded to Mark and Juraens.” Sara glanced down and noticed Syn’s very pregnant belly. ::We should look for them, but maybe you should sit and let me do it.::

“You’re kind but, I’m fine, thank you. If I let them, they’d put me in bed until I delivered. I’d be bored to death.” Syn gave Sara a wide grin.

“I just glimpsed Michael’s head over by the gangplank. The two of them are probably looking for the cats. Michael said this dawntine he was picking out a kitten for his friend.” Sara’s head turned, scanning the area.

Syn breathed out an obvious sigh of relief. “The cats will keep them in line.”

Sara watched with the others as the felines began a procession off the ship, following Aloysius and Chou.

Mark turned to Bron and Zaron. Just then Anya, Jonal, and Tonas joined the party watching the cats. :: I don’t know how Tigger and Duchess are going to feel about this. Aloysius, the old Tom in the front of the line has earned himself the title of General of the cats. He stays with us, but is very much his own person. Chou marches next to him. Sara is Chou’s person.:: Mark watched Tonas burst out laughing.

Tonas gave Anya an evil grin. ::Tigger will have to learn how to deal.” He brushed some cat hair from his trews.

::He’s still the hero of the first Brightstar battle.:: Anya hid her laugh under a cough.

Mark got serious. ::There was another incident on the way back—Septis. Saxon and Lunas have him in isolation and he can only be approached wearing hazard suits. They made him into a quasi-humanoid. The cats and Sam’s quick thinking saved Juraens and my lives.::

Juraens put his arm around their fem. “Sara, you’ve already met TaSyn and the rest of her Triad, TeZaron and TeBron. The heads of the Elder Council are over at the processing line overseeing the proceedings. This Triad is TeJonal, TeTonas, and TaAnya, also of the Elder Council.”

Sara shook everyone’s hand and Anya gave her a hug.

“Welcome to Sarran and please drop the Ta except for formal occasions. I’m Anya, the pediatrician. You must be Sara, the pastry chef. Thank the Goddess. I’ve been dying for scones for my entire pregnancy. Dare I ask if you can make them?”

“Of course! I’ll make a batch next rising as soon as I get my things.”

“Syn is hosting this moontine. We can have them there. Thank you so much. I love you already.” Anya gave Sara a hug.

“I have an offspring. I know about pregnancy cravings.” Sara laughed.

Sam joined the small group on the tarmac along with Chou and Aloysius.

“Everyone, this is my father, Senator Samuel James Johnson, late of the United States Senate. Daddy would have been the Democratic presidential nominee if he had chosen to stay on Earth.”

“Your talent will not be wasted here, sir.” Tonas stuck out his hand. “I’m Tonas and these two are the other members of my Triad, Jonal and our fem, Anya.”

Sam shook Tonas, Jonal, and Anya’s hands.

Anya gave the senator a hug. “Welcome to Sarran.”

Tonas and Jonal took them to the processing line. As a courtesy to Mark and Juraens, Sam and Sara and the still to be found Michael were processed quickly and Hilnut, Bron and Zaron’s driver, arrived in a PGT to take their bags.

“Hilnut, take the bags to the transporter. We will teleport home. Sara, you must hold my hand until you can picture your destination in your head,” Juraens said and grabbed Sara’s hand.

“Wait, we need to find Michael and Naffie. We can’t leave TaSyn to run around after them. She looks ready to give birth on the spot.”

After several anxious moments, Sara finally spotted the two offspring, walking carefully, each carrying a kitten. “There they are.”

Syn came up behind them and murmured fervently, “Thank the Goddess.”

Sara pivoted to Mark, Juraens, and Sam who were greeting two other Warriors.

::Sam, Sara, this is TeBron and TeZaron, the heads of the ruling Council.::

Bron saluted Sam. Sam copied the motion. ::I’m so happy to see you. With so many Earthen here, we will need your wise council. Juraens and Mark said you are not new to governance.::

::No, not new, but I hope it’s different here than the chaos of Earth.::

::Different in many ways, but in others, the same. We may have the Codex, but we still deal with humanoids.::

::At least you don’t have tribalism and nation states.:: Sam sighed and shook his head in disgust.

Naffie and Michael came running back, each carrying a kitten under one arm and holding hands with the other. “Mommie, Zadda, and Poppie, this is my bonded, Michael.”

Sara and Syn stared at the offspring in shock. ::How does he know?:: Sara was astonished.

Zaron, Bron, and Juraens all answered at once. ::You just do. I can’t explain the pull. Fems don’t experience it the same way.::

Sara’s face’s betrayed her alarm. ::They’re not going to…::

::No,:: Juraens assured her.

Mark said, “Just like on Earth, that doesn’t become a problem until puberty. Right now and until puberty, the bond is purely emotional. Being the only Earthen male bonded to a Sarran, I made a study of this. But bonding early usually occurs around ten or twelve, so this is unusual.”

::Aren’t they young to be bond stirred? They’re bebes.:: Sara’s face betrayed her consternation.

::Yes, they are, but by the time they are able to complete the bond, they will know each other so well it will be like they inhabit one mind. It will be interesting to see if their bonded is one of the current crop of bebes.::

“Bron and I bonded young. We bonded physically at sixteen and went off to the Academy early. But we knew we were bondmates at ten. It must have something to do with the power of their psy,” Zaron interjected.

In a mercurial change of mood, Michael and Naffie changed the subject and became a four and six-year old again. Naffie held out the tuxedo kitten in his arms. “He says his name is Bandit. He wants to be with me. May I keep him, Mommie?”

::We have to ask Duchess.::

::She’ll say yes. She likes the way I brush her coat.::

::Why don’t we all head home and ask Duchess for permission,:: Zaron suggested.

::Can I go with Naffie, Mommie?:: Michael begged. Sara looked at Garlance, who nodded his head.

Mark knelt next to Michael and Naffie. ::Michael, you may teleport with Naffie and Garlance, but stay in the courtyard until we arrive.:: Naffie dragged Michael and Garlance to the transport station in the council chambers. Shadow and Bandit tried to keep up with their short legs.

Juraens put his arms around Sara. ::Don’t worry about Michael, Naffie has a minder, Garlance. We’ll be getting one too, for security purposes. They won’t be doing anything other than what a normal pair of boys do together. The only difference is that they’ll be closer than just friends.”

“We’ve kept poor Syn and Sara standing here long enough. Let’s go home.” Zaron patted Juraens on the back. “Mark, Juraens, we host this moontine. The gatehouse has been readied for your occupancy and work is mostly completed on Castle Water. Maybe you could take Sara and Michael to inspect it the rising after next. Sam, you’re welcome in the gatehouse for as long as you wish to stay.” Zaron started the procession to the field house.