Dylan stared over the bodies.

"Rommie, how many dead?"

"114. Over 300 injured. Dylan, you can’t blame yourself. Onnika is mad."

"I know, but they’re mine. I know that they’re not my children but they feel like they are. They may not be related to me by blood but they are mine. And I killed them."

They watched as each body was tagged and prepared for burial. They didn’t notice Tyr, Harper, and Ma’ctor coming up behind them.

"Hunt, so there are some dead, it’s better than them all dead. If Onnika had remained in power, they would not. Harper tell him." Tyr snapped.

"Well, we found Graha, he’s drifting on the far side. Onnika was very suspicious because she has cameras in the airlocks. We have a good picture of what happened. Umm... where is it?" Harper opened pockets and patches searching.

"Here use mine," Ma’ctor handed Dylan a small view pad. "As Graha decompressed something oozed out of him. It’s green. Remember we have met Yellow, Red, and Violet. I believe they are the ones who are the real threat."

"Wonderful, how are we supposed to handle them, Ma’ctor?"

"Well, I don’t know, maybe the Vedrans do. They are the oldest race around." Ma’ctor pointed out.

"Except we can’t reach the Vedrans." Rommie replied.

"Well..." Harper turned to the Captain, "what if I told you Onnika found another way to Tarn Vedra. She may be insane but she had good people working for her. Anyone wants to go for a trip?"

* * *

Dzuris faced the young Nietzschean. "Do you have it?"

"Yes, sir. I retrieved it from the medical stores on board. It is Harper’s." He whispered.

"Good." Dzuris shot the young man and placed him in an out of the way place. Another dead would not be remarked upon. It was time to go. No point in overstaying his welcome. One day Chrome you will return to your rightful masters, the Cobras.

* * *

Telemachus was happy to see Beka again. She was a good woman. Wide hips, tough. She would make a good wife if only she was Nietzschean. He was so busy watching her walk that he didn’t notice when she stopped.

"It’ll never happen understand?" Beka started off again.

* * *

Telemachus could almost smell Dylan. Confidently he stepped on the bridge but there was no Dylan. Just Rev Bem and a young man. A very familiar young man. Smiling he walked over to him.

"Hello."

"Hello, Telemachus. I know that Rommie said you looked like Gaheris but I didn’t expect you to look this much like him. I’m Gavain Raa- Rhade. Onnika, who was Matriarch of the Gryphon Pride created me to destroy Dylan. Instead Dylan and I destroyed her. You look sensible, so how about you accept the fact that you lost Dylan and he’s mine. Ok?" Raa turned away and waked off the bridge.

"Well, have you two finished snapping at each other?" Beka asked.

I can’t win. If I believed in Karma, I’d kill Gaheris before he cursed me with this. "Fine."

* * *

Raa stormed into their room and looked around for Dylan. "Dylan!"

"Here." Dylan came out of the bathroom, drying his hair. "Hey love."

Raa tackled him. Kissing him, Raa led him over to the bed. Raa pushed Dylan back, "I love you. I really love you."

"I know, Gavain, I know." Dylan kissed his neck, running his nail down Gavain’s back. "I know! Want to hear something wonderful?"

"Ummm you love me?" Gavain laughed and kissed Dylan.

"Yes but that’s not it. If Caeilla is a clone of Denalie then we have a chance to see her grow up. You aren’t Gaheris but she’s your daughter too. She’s ours and I wonder if she would mind donating a couple of eggs to us later... maybe we can give her a sister or a couple of brothers?"

Gavain stared at him. "Yes..." Pulling back from his kiss, Gavain whispered, "Oh and I’m not sharing you with that Telemachus. You’re mine."

* * *

Harper lay in bed; he loved the feeling of Tyr stroking his stomach. The soft fingers almost tickled him but were always careful not to. Sighing he lifted Tyr’s hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Tyr?"

"Yes?" Tyr pulled Harper closer.

"When I was in Onnika’s main computer, I decrypted a whole bunch of files. One of those explained how to make a kid for two guys. How they made Denalie. I jacked it and later downloaded it." Harper reached up over the bed to hold up a sheet of thick plastic with a small microchip in it. "After we win, what do you think about coming back here, having a few kids? Maybe restart the Kodiak pride?"

Tyr lifted himself up and lay on his Harper. "Yes."

* * *

Ma’ctor stood staring out the viewport at the Gryphon Space Station Beagle. It was covered in High Guard ships. Frowning, he waited. Soon Trance appeared.

"Hey." She turned around to face him.

"Hey."

"I like your fur. I thought it could grow purple like our skin."

‘Yeah, well, it took a while to get it the exact color I wanted it. You really like it?"

"Yeah, it’s cool but your tail."

"It’ll grow back. Have you told them what you are?"

"Nope, they don’t need to know."

"OK, why don’t we get something to eat, cousin."

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