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I take from this chapter that Ben is very curious...

Can't disagree with any of the comments and to add, 'trust...but verify'!!! The following is very wise advice...

There is another installment already posted, it is the first one and you can find it here, the third will be posted in a few days...Thank you very much for reading and commenting, it is appreciated!!

Like others and noted in a previous comment, I thought Jem should have a discussion with his father to bring up the Siffle behavior...is there a connection? And again, like others, I am firmly in the camp, even more so, that Mikulsa could become very problematic, to the point that his means of conveyance is an armed Raptor...if he were to insist on taking Bzup, one would hope the newly installed deck lasers may be just the determent that is needed so the Vespris can resume the search for the missing Chregar and crew... Master Terpin nodded. "I agree completely. That vessel is equipped with a locator device, just as is Vespris. There has been no hint of that signal." He frowned slightly. "But we did need to break away from the idea that what happened was a deliberate act of war, and consider some alternatives. We have done that now, and I hope it will cause us to proceed more carefully." "Someone needs to check this out," Til suggested then. "But not someone like Mikulsa and his armed Raptor. I don't want some hothead on our side to start a war, either!" mm

One of the best lines yet!!! I smiled. He returned it. And then he spread his arms a little, and a little bodily movement that said to me - Well? Come here then? Pressure: gone. I took a step forward and wordlessly slipped one arm over his right shoulder, the other around his waist. His closed around me in reverse and we hugged. A tight, wonderful hug, nice and close. And I knew him.

OMG...what could this possibly mean... Next up - "What Happens in Vegas, Well, It Happens Elsewhere Too"

Talk about being in the right place at the right time...

Well we finally getting a better idea of what Marc's family 'owns' and Marc's desire to go mining, presumably to make his own fortune... What we don't know are the reasons, most likely economic and access to strategic mineral, raw material, resources... That Marc knows about Janek's issues, I feel stem from the brief glimpse we had of his background, coming from an area/home world, that conducts "unsavory" business with those who trade 'outside' the lines...

At least this time Greg can control the narrative and be recompensated fairly for his work, and the funds realized will go a long way towards setting up a stable future for both he and Len... I've always had a begrudging respect for the young men who 'sell' their bodies for Art. Not so much for those young men who populate the various, for fee, pornographic websites. I'm not criticizing the boys who do so, we know nothing of their backgrounds or needs. it's just the sex portrayed seems to be so mechanical and scripted, with little to no, realism. Give me eroticism any day of the week, and yes, a photo or painting without showing the 'dangly bits' can be very effective!

Spot on I say, what what... And Elizabeth possibly being a playmate to Princess Charlott is a boon as well! Glad to see Calvert mentoring William, and Carmella being accepted at the very highest levels of society!!!

Hopefully the idea of an outdoor education center will throw off the bad guys, sorta like hiding in plain sight....

Doctor McIrrelevant strikes again...they surely broke the mold after he was born... It is way too early to go on hiatus, need another chapter soon!!!

Interesting and getting curiouser... Chief Kibosh overheard us in the training room between simulations making jokes about the young kid that scored better than us on his flight exams. He promptly put us in our place by explaining the past training he has had. And the list was long. He’s been training since he was in diapers to not only run his family’s corporation, one of the largest in our region, ~~~~~ Two weeks later, Commander Caitlin Alexander summoned us to the Executive Officer’s office and explained what was going to happen to Thorp, Uroda, and myself. We needed to pass our shuttle flight exams and Marc Alexander was going to train us. He was to be treated as we would any superior officer as his status as an Alexander of Alexander Industrials demanded. The Alexanders owned our ship and paid our salaries. Owned a few warships, enough to field two fleets if needed. Strong enough that our presence is usually enough to not need to call in elements of the CONFED Navy. Which nobody wants poking around. Then as @akascrubber pointed out... Something is afoot, what will we find out...

Cue the lights and enter stage left...and away we go!!!!

I have to wonder of the soon to arrive 'visitors' will have orders to remove Bzup and return him to shore, let's hope that when that happens, Bzup say's no...What then will transpire???

Thank you....

Not a problem at all Beliber!!!!!

And now to see what wonders await!!

It's a ship... It's called a screw. For more reasons than one! Well that explains it all, someone(s) is/are about to get royally screwed!!!

All I got @Lee Wilsonis...

Such a great twist with the inheritance....well done!!!!! Oh...Calvin, sending video porn to the unwilling...looks like another court date instead!!!!! My money is on Diego opening the door, that Kenny is still in school... Don't think there is a rock or hole big or deep enough for the asswaffle to clamber under/into.... Just how much will asswaffle's attorney and firm have to write off as a total loss??? And wither Judge Crustypants with that mysterious medical malady, stickupyourasssideways, will he finally seek help for it?

You had me at... Hah! Dumbass. You’re not supposed to inhale!” “That’s what she said!” “She? Who…” “Arya! She looked at me as if she was saying - dumbass!” He expelled the loudest roar of laughter I'd ever heard from him since we’d begun calling. It sounded like pure joy. I chuckled. Alright, it’d been funny. “Ow. Man, don’t do that. God, you’re adorable.” “Thank you,” I snickered. “Serves you right for laughing at me.” That was nice, hearing that he thought that. He dropped that in from time to time and I never tired of it. “Well, don’t make me laugh then.” “Laughter is good for the soul.” “So is talking to you.”

The proverbial shite is about to hit the fan...or is it the propellor????

Oh frig... now ...