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All in all, the satellite with its news broadcasts, as we would call them cafe’s and bars, soft drinks and foodstuffs, from across the galaxies; was a hive of activity. The Kets were in a contained section, well away from the usual traffic, through the satellite. Those who were traders and travelers, smugglers who also docked there, enroute to other places, or escaping Bounty Hunters, Galacia Federa patrols.
Nielstrom, was talking to some of the Phaketsut Dynastic Kets, when two Kets wearing Fendiq / Kal Heiron emblems, walked towards them. Directly behind them, Princess Narya, one of the Kets sat in front of them, now stood up. “Nya.“ Narya smiled. "Tsai! Good to see you again. I want to know everything you've been up to!" Nielstrom left them, to stop an argument in progress some feet from where they were. Troopers were stood talking to the Kets
“What seems to be the problem?” The male [Chaquesnestra ] Ket, was ill tempered, if not rude! He had ignored advice offered, displaying a more than apparent, lack of courtesy. As his verbal abuse continued towards the two Vendaran females. “We, don’t want them, anywhere near us.” A male Ket interrupted him. “They only came over to be sociable.” He turned smiled at one of the Vendaran females. “Can’t see why you, have to be so rude Eldrik.“
Eldrik stood up pushed past Nielstrom, to glare at him fronting him. “I’ve heard all about them and what they do to worlds, no better than the Jogarth SLAVERS but worse!” He turned to move towards one of the Vendaran females, as his friend blocked him “What is it you call them? CLONECTICS; created beings, people taken from the planets they trash and turned into those things for war purposes!” He lost his temper as the Vendaran female, smiled at his friend. His friend grinning back like some love sick puppy. He flipped!
Shoving his friend aside, moving forward, to hit out at the Vendaran female. Nielstrom realised she had to stop him, as she unbuckled her stun bar. He suddenly felt pain rippling through his body! Stood a few feet in front of him, was Becci! Her gems glowed; the energy stream, creating 2 rings around him, causing him to fall to his knees, as she drew closer. “These two are under my protection, from Raptor. I promised Mama, I would look after them until they get to the Akademy.“ She glared at him.
“Come near them again and I promise you, the pain you feel now, will be nothing, in comparison to what I will give you next time!“ The gems died back, he started to recover, he stood up, stared at her, his lip curled, then he turned and ran off. “So you.“ Nielstrom moved round her to see the emblem. “As I thought, Fendiq Haphketsut Princess." She looked at her forehead, brushing the hair slightly aside.
“Of course, the gems! Though I am surprised. Normally females of your age, do not have the power to use them effectively, until they are much older?“ Becci smiled. She chose not to answer her question, as to why, she, could use the power of the gems. Becci appeared, to be annoyed, at the two Vendaran females. “I did say, not, to wander off, it isn’t safe.“ The Vendaran female moved forward, to talk to one of the other males. “ I am Sadowan and you are?“ “Chadren.“ “I hope, we meet again Chadren.“ He watched as they walked off with Becci.
A fight broke out, at the far end of the main corridor, a small chamber, two males slugging it out, as others watched! The Rogara are not a violent race, but they are fiercely proud of their heritage and the inevitable had happened. It was NOT, intentional. What is acceptable or viewed as a friendly gesture, by one race, may be viewed as hostile by another.
The Boljarin had absolutely no knowledge, that the raised hand, with three of his fingers locked upwards, a sign of peace in his culture, was an insult to the Rogara. They had come to blows, but Nielstrom noted when she arrived, the two of them were evenly matched. She didn’t stop them straight away, she had learned to let them expend their energies then pounce. A female stepped past her, walked over to the Rogara, totally fearless. Shoved him hard back, against the bulkhead!
As the Boljarin moved to hit her, she raised her hand to grip his fist, squeezing it, he screamed, she let go and he backed off. She hissed at the Boljarin “You, want to learn more on etiquette, Prince Xuqan! As for you.” She turned back to him. “You, should know better. Papa told you about this. Not everyone, is the same. Not everyone’s gestures, mean the same as ours. Be tolerant, THINK FIRST!“ She moved to look at Nielstrom.
“Apologies, my brother is too quick, to take offence!“ She looked at the Boljarin. “I apologize for my brother’s ignorance, but you really should, learn more about our customs and our body language, before trying to flirt with me. “ So that, was what this, was all about.
Later, another disagreement? This time a tall heavy set Ket, bullying another Ket, in front of others, making sure he had the attention of a group of females. He has set upon a smaller Ket? Nielstrom moved, to stop the abuse, when a male Ket, who had been watching proceedings, knowing what was about to transpire, stopped her. “Not a wise idea - not at all.“
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