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Spinning around she launched another attack at Ameryst. Kets moved out of the way as Uanita saw her swing her fist, she screamed, watching as Ameryst turned, her body twisting, her fist flaying forwards to land a punch which sent her opponent once again sprawling! This time she did not get up! Cxan muttered. ‘Blasted Zeixan! They’re all alike! Always spoiling for a fight! Well this time” He smiled. "She met her match!” Cistera grinned. “Oh if she had only known Ameryst !” Throughout the next few hours, the incidents continued, until finally, it seemed peace and some tranquility was restored.In part due, to tired Kets.
Lady Cistera, is NOT a Haphket Princess, she is a 'Contesssa' of the Royal House of Fendiq. Accorded within her status, certain privileges, associated with her title. Becci regards her in high esteem. Becci’s mother is called Cistera! Most of the Kets that arrived on the satellite with Lady Cistera won’t tolerate other Royals or Imperials disrespecting her status, as anything less than the Lady she is. Royals, Imperials and various Consorts, Ladies and similar can be found at the Akademy and they are all EQUAL regardless of their titles, status et. Whilst they’re there, they have to learn humility and respect, for each other. Some, will not find that, to their liking.
Several hours later, when Captain Hanser met up with Captain Nielstrom. “You want a break?” She grinned “Are you kidding. Miss all the fun?” He laughed “So you tell me what’s been happening here and I’ll let you in on what happened in the lower level." A drink and something to eat, whilst they talked and recounted events. “KETS!“ They were not disturbed until the strips along the bulkheads started to flash, time to load them onto the transporters.“
Outside the satellite, docking, were three Tylon4 transporters. In the space around them, two huge Galacia Federa 'M' class warships, stayed on patrol. General duties, nothing unusual. All they were there for was to ensure the Kets were safely dispatched to the planet below. The loading went well, the transporters ready to leave? Suddenly, the alarms screamed into life aboard the first Galacia warship the Pagallion.
Aboard the transporters, the Kets watched the screens, as two craft appeared. Their size equal, to two large 'M' class battle cruisers. What those aboard, the Galacia vessels had been more than aware of, was the fact that these uninvited guests, had their weapons primed and ready for deployment. WHO were they? For the moment they could only be regarded as hostiles.
The Galacia Federa, 'M' class warship Pagallion, was the first to move, to intercept. Their objective, to block the vessels, from getting at the transporters. The mysterious Alien intruders, continued towards one, of the Ket transporters. Captain Ortman’s sensors, monitored the craft and its occupants. It tracked the path of the craft and gave a predetermined outline of what the craft was most likely to do next?
He knew from the data he had received that he HAD to block the Ket transporter from them? He knew, if he didn’t make it clear to the Alien intruders they weren’t welcome! Trying to communicate with them was a waste of time. No response. The Ket transporters didn’t carry heavy weapons, just heavy Kets! Minutes later the cannon arrays opened fire from Ortmans vessel, but only, after the unknown Alien vessels refused Captain Ortman’s orders to back off. He fired two plasma blasts that flared out and died back to nothing in front of the craft.
One of the Alien vessels, broke away from the other, to sweep around behind him. To his horror he realised too late that he was now sandwiched between both of them.
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