E:A Vol 8 Ch 9: March 20, 2121

Chapter 9: May 20, 2121

After escorting the Earth guests to the makeshift dining area in a second jet hangar for breakfast, the guards that had been along the corridors in the guest quarters area went about other duties. The guests were allowed to wander around the ship though with many areas off limits. Those areas were generally guarded by one marine and one Rayth.

“Any word about allowing a tour of your flagship,” President Michael Stewart asked Zy’nayth after breakfast. They were standing around with a few others, talking. Zy’nayth was assessing the mood and attempting to answer any questions posed to him.

“The High Council is against the idea,” Zy’nayth replied. “So am I. There is enough on this ship to keep people intrigued.”

Michael sighed, “I understand. By the way, I haven’t seen John today.”

“He went back to Terra 2,” Vince said, “there was a little disagreement that needed to be settled. He thought I’d be more valuable here; he can handle whatever’s going on there.”

“Mr. Prime Minister, how are you enjoying the trip so far?” Michael asked.

“Been staring out of windows most of the time,” Tony Sinclair answered, “I can’t even imagine how fast we’re traveling. How soon will we get to Jupiter? I’ve always wanted to see it up close.”

Zy’nayth smiled, “We left your solar system shortly after you boarded yesterday.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“There’s no propulsion system that can reach the speeds needed to do that,” a physicist from Germany said.

“Not one known to your people,” Zy’nayth corrected. “As I mentioned back on Earth, Rayth do not need a bridge to get to your planet quickly.”

The woman sighed, “So I’m coming to believe. Are there Rayth out there still wanting to, what did you call it? Gather us?”

“Yes,” Zy’nayth said. “As I have mentioned in our discussions, I am doing my best to find anyone with such a notion toward the people of Earth, but Andromeda is a huge galaxy and there are still planets that my fleet has not explored. There may even be an outpost in the Milky Way of which I am unaware. And keep in mind, for most of my people, billions upon billions, they need humans to survive. Very few have taken the serum that allows us to ingest regular food. Less than one percent of the Raythian population, in fact. Earth would be a plentiful gathering ground for my people.”

Mik’kenna came running across the hangar, her white hair streaming behindher. She ignored the people with her father, “Miss Alessa very sick. Come help,” she said tugging on his hand. She let go when he began moving. “I found Daddy!” she yelled, causing everyone in the area to stop what they were doing and turn. Zy’nayth then knew it was probably serious and flew through across the area.

Chris was kneeling on the ground, his wife’s head cradled in his arms. Zy’nayth knelt and put his hand on her chest. “It just came on,” Chris said, “just seconds ago.”

“I knew you here,” Mik’kenna said, “I ran! I found you!”

Zy’nayth tapped his comlink, “Becket, First Science go to my flagship, First Science’s laboratory. I am bringing Alessa over. She has passed out.”

Zy’nayth lifted Alessa’s limp body in his arms. “Everyone, please stand back. Christopher, with me.”

A moment later Zy’nayth was putting Alessa on something similar to an operating table in Ja’val’s lab on the Raythian flagship. Becket and Ja’val both came running in. Zy’nayth began explaining what he saw as his energy touched her.

“I believe I have healed everything, but she did not wake when prompted,” he said.

Chris held his wife’s hand, tears rolling down his cheeks, “Hold on, baby. They’ll take good care of you. Don’t leave me. Lessa, don’t you dare leave me.”

Ja’val’s hand was on her chest and Becket began using a handheld scanner from the Mythican facility they’d found on the mainland.

“The baby looks fine,” Becket said, “Ja’val?”

“I agree. I’m checking Alessa’s brain and spine. Double check.”

“Did she go unconscious before or after she hit the floor?” Becket asked.

“Uh…after. She went down. She said help, then she was out,” Chris said. “I caught her before she hit the floor. Pretty sure she didn’t hit her head.”

Alessa’s eyes fluttered open and Chris squeezed her hand. “Lessa, I’m right here.”

“The baby?”

“The baby is fine,” Ja’val said. “And you will be, too.”

“What happened?” she asked.

“Your blood pressure skyrocketed, at least that’s what we think,” Ja’val said, “that’s what Zy’nayth saw. He stabilized you but when his energy didn’t wake you, obviously, he got worried.”

“But the baby’s okay?”

“The baby is perfect,” Becket said, “now have you been getting enough rest?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Morning sickness?”

“Same. Not any worse, maybe a little better.”

“I want to do a complete check,” Becket said, “just to be safe, though I doubt I’ll find something since both Ja’val and Zy’nayth checked you over. Chris, we’re going back to Terra 2.”

“No, I’m okay,” Alessa said. “We have so much…”

“Yes, there’s a lot to do, but you and your baby are going to be on Terra 2,” Becket said.

“Christopher, you return with her,” Zy’nayth said. “Please ask Major Kessler to take your place. I will inform Vince of what has transpired.”

“Thanks,” he replied, still shaken. “We’ll get you home,” he said to his wife, “oh, baby, don’t scare me like that.”

“Want me to come along?” Ja’val asked.

“No. I’ll send for you if I need you. I think bed rest is going to be all she needs,” Dr. Becket McKenna replied.

“Okay, but send for me, any time, day or night,” he said to Chris.

“Thanks, Ja’val, appreciate it. And Zy, thanks for what you did. And thank your little girl. I didn’t even have time to tap my comlink to call for anyone. Thank you so much.”

“I am happy I was there to help. Now get your wife home and take care of her.”

Zy’nayth teleported back to the command bridge of his old flagship, the one he stripped down to the basics and gave to the Expedition: Andromeda team.

“She okay?” John asked.

“She is fine, and so is the baby. I told Christopher to remain on Terra 2. He will send Major Kessler to replace him. I thought you were on Terra 2?”

“Took care of the problem. Back here to make sure your guys know what they’re doing,” he grinned. “Anyway, your wife and kids are in the office,” he nodded to the door on his left, “Kenna’s really upset.”

“Thank you,” Zy’nayth said and headed into his old office.

“Daddy! Is Aunt Lessa okay?” Mik’kenna came running up and threw her arms around him.

“She is, thanks to you. Uncle Christopher sends his thanks as well. You kept your wits about you and knew what needed to be done. She and the baby are both fine, but they are going back to Terra 2.” He looked at his wife, “So you will need to step into Becket’s shoes for a bit here. I assume he will return once he has run his tests on Alessa.”

“What was wrong?”

“Her blood pressure.”

“Stroke?”

“I do not believe so. You will have to check with Becket.”

Victoria looked at her watch, “We’ve got an hour before lunch, could I bridge back to check in on her?”

“I think they would appreciate that.”

“We go too?” Ky’nayth asked. “So we pray with them?”

“Yes, you may go, too,” Zy’nayth nodded to his son.

***

“Hey there,” Victoria said with a smile as she walked into the infirmary, “you doing okay?”

“I’m fine. I can go back to the ship and help out. Chris and I are supposed to be hosting tables at meals and I don’t want to let anyone down and…”

“And you need to be here in bed,” Becket said, then looked at Victoria. “Pre-eclampsia. Everything else looks okay. Got your tablet?”

“No, but Ky has his, put the files on it, please.”

“I’m running a few more tests, but I’m pretty sure this is the only issue.”

“What’s the treatment, Doc?” Chris asked.

“We can put her on medication for the blood pressure, but I don’t want to do that unless we absolutely have to. So, bed rest. I’ll talk to Dr. Wells before I head back to the flagship and tell him that Alessa’s off duty until this baby is born.”

“I’ll go crazy!” Alessa said.

David came in pushing Maressa in her stroller. “Sorry, we had a little mess to clean up. Dear, how are you? Is everything okay? What can I do to help?”

“I’m okay, the baby’s okay. But Doc here is telling me I’m to be confined to my bed.”

Becket leaned against the edge of the bed and explained what pre-eclampsia was and what it meant for Alessa and the baby. “You’re a little too early in the pregnancy to get it, but it does happen,” he said. “Let’s not risk anything.”

She rolled onto her side and gripped her husband’s hand fiercely. “Maybe I should go stay with Mom and Dad,” she said. “I can’t lose the baby. I can’t.”

“Honey, I’ll be here to help out with Maressa and the cooking and cleaning,” David said, “and I’m sure our little family will help out as well.”

Chris nodded, “You know they will. Victoria’s probably already planning what she’s going to cook for us.”

Alessa began to cry, “We should go back to Earth. Just to be safe. I…I’m scared, Chris.”

Victoria walked over and sat beside her. “Alessa, I hope you mean just for a visit. I know you want to visit your parents, but remember, we have Earth’s best doctor here with us, we have a few Rayth that would do anything for you and this baby you’re carrying. So pray about it, okay? If anything does go wrong, you’re better off here. But I understand the need to see your parents.”

Alessa nodded. “Okay.”

Victoria gave Alessa a strong hug, “Pray. Do what you need to. We’ll support you in whatever decision you make.” She stood and gave Chris a hug. “Take care of her.”

He nodded, “Trying.”

***

“She’s just scared. She’s still very young, and you know how nervous she gets about things. I think maybe this trip to Earth, the pressure of everything, was too much,” Victoria told her husband as they readied themselves for lunch.

“She did not have this with Maressa, did she?”

“No. Morning sickness but nothing else. Wait, she did have blood pressure issues towards the end but that’s pretty common.”

“Daddy, you talk to her,” Ky’nayth said, “she not go.”

“We are not going to pressure her,” Zy’nayth said, “we will pray as we promised, and we will discuss it. But if she feels safer with her parents, then we should let her go.”

“But Uncle Becket better doctor and you and Uncle Ja’val, you no let nothing happen.”

“You are correct, but when you are scared, do you want to be with Uncle Becket or me and your mother?”

“You and Mommy,” Mik’kenna replied. “But Uncle Becket ‘tect us too.”

“Ky’nayth?”

“You and Mommy,” he said.

“See, sometimes no matter who is a better doctor, you just want to be with your parents. Do you understand now?”

The boy nodded. “I just no want to lose family.”

“Me either,” Zy’nayth replied, “and I am doing all I can to keep that from happening. But this problem with Alessa is out of my control. We will pray for her and for their decision. Remember, if they do decide to go back to Earth, we still have the bridge at your mother’s estate so we can visit them.”

While people mingled before and after lunch, Victoria made her way around to their extended family and told them about Alessa’s condition and that she was considering returning to Earth until the baby was born. Everyone agreed to pray and help out in any way they could.

May 28, 2121

By the middle of the following week, the flagships were nearing Terra 2. Zy’nayth’s old warship was much slower than his new one, on top of that, they didn’t push the engines to their fullest. Zy’nayth wanted to make a point that in a week’s time, not at even full speed, the slower warship could get to Earth from the Andromeda galaxy.

They had dropped out of FTL speed in order for the various astrophysicists to view the new sky. As everyone assembled in one of the cleared jet bays, Zy’nayth explained the speed at which they were travelling, and how his new flagship, due to utilizing a different form of energy, could make the trip in less time, though he didn’t specify by how much faster it was. The group was then told that they would get two days on Terra 2 before being taken back to Earth.

United States President, Michael Stewart and his wife, Holly, played the hosts once they arrived at Terra 2. Meals were served in the mess hall on the city-ship with the exception of lunch the second day, when they toured the mainland. There was, however, no mention of the recently uncovered Mythican underground facility.

Meanwhile, Zy’nayth’s extended family members each took advantage of their time on Terra 2 to check in on Alessa and Chris.

Ky’nayth went running into Chris and Alessa’s chambers but came to a sudden stop before gently climbing up on the sofa, not wanting to jostle Alessa. He kissed her cheek. “I praying for you. Uncle Becket said you do really good.”

“Oh Ky, are you still worried about the family breaking up?” she asked as she put an arm around him. He nodded in reply.

“Well, you don’t have to worry. Chris and I decided that it’s best for me to stay here. But we are going to make a short trip to Earth. We’ll be flying back with you guys and will visit my parents. Just for a short while.”

“But you come back with us, right?” Ky’nayth asked.

“Not on the ship. But we’ll all be back. I realized I need to be here. Becket and your mom are the best doctors around. And Ja’val and your dad will take good care of me if something comes up those two can’t handle. But I do miss my parents, so we’re going to spend a couple of weeks there.”

“I’m glad you chose to stay,” Victoria said, “and if you want, my estate is yours for the duration of your trip. Michael and Holly actually moved their stuff out right before the trip here. They finally got a sort of semi-permanent place to stay. So you guys can have it all to yourselves, and the bridge is right there if an emergency comes up.”

“That would be wonderful,” Alessa said. “Can we use your cruiser too?”

Victoria laughed, “Whatever’s mine is yours.”

“Dad’s gonna come too,” Chris said, “Lessa and I want one night, at least, to ourselves. I’ll treat her to a nice dinner and a movie or something. And he’s more than happy to stay and watch over Mari and Storm for us.”

“Oh no, can’t have David there,” Victoria grinned, “he’ll just make a mess of the place.”

“Uncle David no make mess,” Mik’kenna frowned. “He go. It ‘kay, Aunt Lessa.”

“Your mother was teasing,” Zy’nayth said.

“Oh.”

Victoria hugged her little girl. “Now, do you two need anything else? The fridge at my estate is probably empty, though there might be stuff in the freezer.”

“If it’s okay, Dad can bridge over a day early and stock up on stuff for us,” Chris said.

“Perfectly fine. Oh, you think he’d pick up some stuff for me? I’m starting to get low on a few spices that we can’t get here.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind. I should probably ask Kol’non and Janice if they need anything. And Lutia. Well, I suppose the whole family,” Chris grinned.

“That’s what you get for going to Earth.”

“I will talk to Vince and see if he will allow a short shore leave,” Zy’nayth said. “Just the weekend, perhaps. But,” he smiled at Chris and Alessa, “they will use Central Command’s bridge so as not to disturb you two.”

“That’s not necessary,” Alessa said, “but it is appreciated. We’ll probably be at my parents’ place a good portion of the time.”

“So, when is this group going to make a decision about the continued funding of Terra 2?” Chris asked.

“I am hoping that it will be during the trip back to Earth, however Michael said it will probably happen once they return and have a day or two talk to their legislatures.” Zy’nayth groaned, “Sometimes I think it is better to just have a monarchy.”

“Or, in your case,” Chris teased, “a dictatorship.”

Zy’nayth raised an eyebrow. “You are fortunate I know you are in jest, Christopher.”

June 10, 2121

It was June 10, the warship had been back in Earth’s orbit just over two days. The various countries’ representatives had talked with their various legislative bodies and a decision had been reached regarding the funding of Expedition: Andromeda. President Michael Stewart stood at the podium in the large conference center in Nevada. “General Cavanaugh, High Chancellor, it has been unanimously decided to continue funding Expedition: Andromeda,” he said, “with one caveat, should you agree to it.”

“What’s that?” Vince asked.

“Each country would like to send a group of scientists as well as troops to Terra 2.”

“No.” Vince said without hesitation.

“I don’t believe you’re in a position to deny our request,” one of the leaders said.

“As you know, we already seek out the best scientists to join our Expedition team, and I believe we have representatives from most of the countries gathered in this assembly. We will continue to proceed on that front as we always have.”

“And troops?”

“Out of the question.”

“No compromise?”

“None.”

“So you want us to fund a U.S. operation?” another leader asked.

“Yes.”

“And you’re not sharing technology and not allowing us to explore?”

“Correct. Keep in mind, the technology is under the control of the Rayth. They will not let that information come to Earth. The scientists we have from around the world are allowed to share information, though yes, it is sanitized before it comes to Earth. They are exploring, they are discovering things they’d never discover isolated on this planet.

“I am willing to bring more scientists on board our team, but it will be under the constraints that my current team is under. I will not change that. And I will not back down on my position to have troops from outside of the U.S. based on Terra 2.”

“Then we won’t fund this operation,” another leader said.

“Keep in mind,” Vince continued, “that we have some very powerful friends,” he tilted his head towards Zy’nayth. “Friends who are willing to come and aid Earth should she come under attack by a superior fighting force, Raythian or otherwise. And you have witnessed, first hand, the strength of one Rayth against over 200 of your best warriors, and you have seen how fast one of the slower ships could get from Terra 2 to Earth. How many of those great battlecruisers were here and destroyed your cities? Do you have any idea how fast they were? The U.S. government has been footing the bill for this for the last nine years, if you include the prep time before we even stepped foot on the planet. The High Chancellor did not need to stop those battlecruisers. He risked his men in doing so. He could have simply retrieved his family and friends and left Earth to deal with things themselves.”

“Doesn’t your president have a say on who you allow on Terra 2? It sounds like he doesn’t,” another spoke up.

“With all due respect to the president, this has been my operation since its inception. I’ve lost over a thousand men and women. As far as I’m concerned, Terra 2 is my responsibility. Think of us as a territory of the U.S. I will respect the president’s decision on matters, but if push comes to shove, which I don’t think it will, I will push and I have the backing of my entire staff and of my Rayth friends.”

“We would like to be a little more in the loop,” a woman said. “Not necessarily to gain technology or weapons, but just to know what’s going on. If they find a cure for cancer, wouldn’t that be worth sharing with Earth? What about other positions, non-scientific positions? Teachers, for example, for your young ones. Artisans? Or is this a purely military and scientific operation?”

“That is something we’ve discussed,” Vince said. “Feel free to submit suggestions, I am open to hearing them. Depending on what our budget is, we may or may not be able to afford bringing on staff that wouldn’t normally be part of an expedition like this one. I give you my word, if we need someone, we will take your recommendations, but they will be thoroughly vetted.”

“As for things such as a cure for cancer, if it is something that can be produced on Earth, with Earth’s technology and resources, yes, that is information that will be passed along.”

Prime Minister Tony Sinclair stood, “Though I am disappointed about not allowing our people to freely explore, I am thankful that they are selecting scientists from all nations, and are offering protection for the entire world, not just the U.S. I officially accept the counter-terms proposed by General Cavanaugh.”

Though there was some grumbling as a vote on the counteroffer was put forward, but it was carried. Expedition: Andromeda would continue to receive funding. Leadership would fall directly to Vince Cavanaugh, who expected no less.

“That went a whole lot smoother than I thought,” Chris said as the group met back at Victoria’s estate, “especially when Vince came out with the big ‘No’ to troops from other countries.”

“I’ve said it before, I don’t mind scientists or other areas of expertise, but I don’t want foreign troops under my command. I’ve done that before and it’s no longer a matter of obeying the chosen commander, it’s jockeying for position within the ranks and trying to topple that other country’s commander.”

“Is that why you were going to retire?” Michael asked, having known Vince prior to becoming president.

“Yes. Then I was asked to lead this Expedition. That was one of my own caveats. I’ll take people from wherever, doesn’t matter what position, scientific or not. But no troops other than U.S. Besides, the U.S. was funding the whole thing.”

“Don’t blame you,” John said then looked at his watch, “I hate to break up our little party, but departure is in less than an hour. Chris, Alessa, you two enjoy your little vacation.” He gave Alessa a hug then gave Maressa a big kiss on her rosy cheek. “David, keep your son in line. Storm, keep David in line.”

The dog barked in reply.

“Montie, keep Storm in line.”

Another bark.

“Victoria, thanks again for allowing us to stay here the last several months,” Holly said, “I hope it’s no worse for the wear.”

Victoria waved off the remark. “No problem at all.”

Michael and Holly left on the presidential cruiser while the rest were teleported up to Zy’nayth’s flagship.

“Since today went quicker than we thought,” John said, “I’m headed over to our ship and relieve your Third Flight Officer. Ky’nayth, want to come along for a little bit? Gonna be kinda boring since we’re using a flight program.”

“I come!” he said, “Daddy, ‘kay?”

“Yes. Do as Col. Hagen says, however.”

“I will!” he exclaimed and ran over to John’s side so the two could be teleported to the other ship.

“Mik’kenna,” Ja’val said, “I have a little free time, would you like to see the toys your father has for our astrophysics area?”

“Really?”

“Go ahead,” Zy’nayth said as he took his wife’s hand. “I think we’re going to take a long nap. The rest of you, feel free to bridge back to Terra 2. It should be a boring few days on our return trip.”

“I think we’ll take you up on that,” Becket said, speaking for himself and Amelia.

Simon and Kaven, however, opted to stay and go to the other ship. Simon, so he’d have a chance to become more familiar with the ship they’d had for quite some time but never had the time to acquaint himself with; and Kaven just to split flying time with John.

“I’m worried,” Victoria said as they walked into their quarters on Zy’nayth’s flagship.

“About what?” Zy’nayth asked as he took off his long white leather uniform jacket.

“Things have been going too good,” she frowned. “This doesn’t happen to us.”

Zy’nayth began to say something when his comlink buzzed. “I will bring Victoria,” he said. Then tapped the unit off and slid back into his leather jacket. “Be’atta has gone into labor. Becket has already bridged back to Terra 2. You are on duty, doctor.”

She nodded and went to the bathroom where she kept her medical bag then ran out after her husband to Kol’non’s chambers.

Victoria called Lutia to assist since she was still on the flagship. She also told her not to bother her husband since he was giving Mik’kenna a look at the astrophysics equipment and besides, Zy’nayth was with her in case something went wrong with the labor.

“It’s too early!” Be’atta shouted when Victoria entered the bedroom.

“Only by a couple of weeks,” Victoria said then gave directions to Kol’non. “Lutia should be here any minute.”

“I’m here!” she said, running into the room. “Kol’non, just hold her hand. I got this.”

“Breathe, Be’atta,” Victoria said, “not breathing is not good.”

“It hurts!”

“I know, honey, been there done that. Now don’t hold your breath.” After a few minutes Victoria looked at Kol’non, “Everything’s fine, but we have a little wait. If you prefer, we can bridge back to Terra 2.”

“Is it safe for the baby?” Be’atta asked.

“To be honest, I don’t know. Never encountered this before. I’d assume so. I can contact Kia’myn and ask.”

“Please contact her,” Kol’non said, “if this is going to be a long labor, I think it would be more comfortable there than in our science lab.”

Victoria went out to the living room where her husband was pacing. “Can you get me connected with Kia’myn? I want to see if bridging Be’atta in her condition is safe for her and the baby. Or if you know…”

“It is safe,” he replied but tapped his comlink and had his communications officer connect Victoria’s comlink with Karken’al’s ship.

“This is Victoria Carson,” she said when General Karken’al’s communications person answered, “I need to speak with Kia’myn. It’s a matter of urgency.”

A moment later Kia’myn answered and Victoria posed her question.

“It’s perfectly safe,” Kia’myn assured her, “we’re often bridging women in labor from a ship to a planet-side facility.”

“Thanks,” Victoria said and returned to the bedroom. “We can move her. Be’atta, do you want to?”

“Don’t care.”

“Throw a blanket around her, Kol’non carry her to the bridge,” Victoria said as she gathered her few items then headed to the door. “Honey, call Becket, tell him we’re coming.”

Zy’nayth nodded and alerted the doctor. As soon as the group bridged into Terra 2, a wheelchair was available for Be’atta. Victoria gave Becket a summary of Be’atta’s condition. “She’s got a ways to go,” she said, “thought she’d be more comfortable here.”

“I’ll be comfortable when this baby is born,” Be’atta retorted.

Victoria turned to her husband, “We left the kids on the ship.”

“They are in good hands,” he smiled, “and are probably running the ship by now. I will head back and let everyone know what is going on. I will also contact Christopher so that he, David, and Alessa can pray.”

She kissed his cheek, “She’s going to be in labor a while. Don’t rush back. I know the kids are probably having a blast.”

Lutia returned to the ship to get her son, then she returned to Terra 2. She wanted to be there for Be’atta, and she knew her husband had planned to have the day with Mik’kenna, so he wouldn’t be able to care for Kel’lan too. Kel’lan was quite the adventurous boy, crawling and investigating everything. He was a handful.

Victoria stayed with Be’atta throughout the day, and it was nearly 9:00 in the evening when Janice came in to take over the vigil. Becket returned home, promising that he’d come running the minute the baby decided it was time to enter the world.

Meanwhile, Victoria was already in her kitchen fixing a sandwich, starving since she hadn’t eaten after breakfast. “Are you just now getting something to eat?” the voice startled Victoria, nearly causing her to screech.

“Zy! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” Her hand was over her heart as if it could stop the rapid beating.

“I am sorry, I thought you would have heard me.”

“For as big as you are, you’re as quiet as a mouse. Have you eaten?”

“Yes. I got something on the ship.”

“Are the kids in bed?”

“I doubt it,” he said, “they were invited to spend the night with Uncle John. They are probably eating popcorn and telling stories.”

“John’s back? I thought he was sharing flight time with Kaven.”

“John is still on my old flagship.”

Victoria stopped taking her bite of the sandwich, “What?”

“He is still on the warship. He did not return here.”

“Wait. The kids are on a ship, in another galaxy, without one of us with them?”

“You do not trust John to watch them?”

“I trust him, but they’re in another galaxy, on a warship, without one of us near them. What if something happens? What if…Zy, you’re usually the one to point out things like this. You hate it if one of us isn’t with them. And you’re not there and Kol’non’s not there…Zy…I don’t like it.”

“The children are quite safe.”

“You sure?”

“If I was not sure, I would not have left them.”

She nodded and finished her sandwich, then they called it a night. As she snuggled up in bed with her husband, she couldn’t stop worrying about her children. Finally, she sat up, pulling out of his warm embrace. “Zy, I don’t like it. I trust John, and I know Ja’val’s there. And Kaven. But one of us should be with them. I can’t leave, because Be’atta wants me here. Honey, please go back. Just in case.”

“Would you prefer if I brought them back here?” he asked as he got out of the bed and began to dress.

She sighed. “No. I just don’t like the idea of us not being there if they need us. And don’t bother John. I mean, they can stay with him, but I just want you there if they get scared or something. I’m sorry, honey.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Do not be. I was trying to not be as over-protective. I suppose an entirely different galaxy is not the best place to leave them.”

“Well, you do tend to go a little over the top with everything,” she returned his smile, “I love you, Zy. Thanks.”

She decided she was still a bit hungry so she made a half of a sandwich after she took a quick refreshing shower, then she returned to the infirmary despite wanting to sleep. Be’atta was trying to sleep, but according to her husband, she wasn’t having much luck. They stayed right outside of the room, talking softly, hoping Be’atta would doze off, at least for a little bit.

Two hours later, Victoria was curled up on the sofa in the waiting area, asleep. Kol’non returned to his wife’s room to hold her hand as she struggled with the pain of the contractions. Victoria had only been asleep twenty minutes when Kol’non rushed to get her, “I think this is it,” he said, as he nudged her awake.

The doctor hurried into the room, checked things over then nodded. “Want me to call Becket? I can handle this, but would you prefer him?”

“Yes, but only because he’d want to be here,” Kol’non said.

Victoria tapped her comlink, “Becket, it’s time. Round up Janice and Lutia, they’ll want to be here too.”

Lutia had been awake and dressed. She had a feeling it was time, so when Becket called, she grabbed Kel’lan and ran to the infirmary. She was the first to arrive. Nurse Violet Rogers was there, and she took Kel’lan knowing that Lutia would tend to the nursing duties.

By the time Becket, Amelia, and Janice arrived, only two minutes after Lutia, Victoria was handing the baby to its mother.

“What is it?” Becket asked.

“A beautiful baby boy,” Victoria smiled. Be’atta held the boy in her arms, crying as she did so. Kol’non healed his wife and then sat beside her, admiring his son.

“Could one of you call the entire family?” Be’atta asked, “We want them all here when we announce the name. I’d like to do it before I pass out from exhaustion.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Becket said.

Thirty minutes later, Vince, John, Kaven, Ja’val, Zy’nayth, Chris, David, Alessa, Ky’nayth, Mik’kenna, and Maressa were all crammed into the room with the rest of the family.

“We had a lot of discussion over the name,” Kol’non said. “After we decided that we would stay with traditional Rayth-like names, it became even harder. We each made a list of people, one family member and one friend. Her father, Roh’att, my grandfather, Val’non, were the family members we chose. For friends, I chose the High Chancellor because of all he has done for me. He gave me a second chance when things looked unfavorably upon me. He brought Be’atta and I together. Be’atta chose John because he found her after her village was attacked, and he took care of her, and talked Vince into letting her join the Expedition.

“Zy’nayth, I opted not to use your name, since you are High Chancellor and your name is not known to the masses. John, we opted not to use your name since it not a word in Raythian. So we settled on Roh’non. We did make one tweak to the tradition. We did give him a second name: Zyjo, the first two letters of your names. So I’d like you to meet my…our son, Roh’non Zyjo.”

“May I ask what the “Roh” and “non” mean?” Amelia said.

“Roh, in Raythian means ‘fierce’ and ‘non’ means ‘strong’.”

“And Kol?” she asked.

He smiled, “It is not as fitting for me, but it means ‘intellect’.”

“Okay, now I have to ask,” Alessa said, “Ja’val, what does your name mean?”

“Galaxy Explore,” he said, “which, obviously isn’t grammatically correct, but that’s how each word translates.”

“Seems fitting,” she smiled.

“And Ny’van?” Janice asked, “Oh, I should have called him.”

“He would not have been able to come,” Zy’nayth said, “I sent him on a little mission after we left Earth. His name means Night Explorer, so Ja’val should have actually been named Ja’van, but the patriarchal name is val, so there was not much he could do about it.”

“Then shouldn’t Kel’lan be Kel’val?” Chris asked.

Zy’nayth shook his head, “The patriarchal name isn’t the same as your surname. It is often used from father or grandfather to son or grandson, but not required. Our surnames are passed on.”

Victoria looked at her husband, “You have surnames?”

“Yes.”

“So I’m not Victoria Carson, I’m Victoria….? What’s my last name?”

“Perhaps one day I will tell you.”

She frowned and looked at Be’atta who was starting to finally doze off and Lutia, “You guys know your married surnames?”

Both shook their heads.

Zy’nayth sighed, “They are even more sacred to our people than our forenames.”

“How are the kids gonna know what it is if we don’t tell them?” Victoria said.

“I have told them,” Zy’nayth said, “and they,” he looked at his son and daughter, “will not reveal it unless I give them permission to do so. Now please, do not push me on this. It has been difficult for me to sort this out. Rayth wives generally never know what their married surname is, that is how sacred it is.”

John was finally getting his turn at holding Roh’non Zyjo. Then he motioned to Zy’nayth, go sit in that chair, the kids will want to hold him, and I know your First Commander may prefer if they do so while sitting on your lap.

Zy’nayth sat in the chair and Mik’kenna climbed up first. She held the baby in her arms and kissed his nose and forehead. “Welcome to family, Roh’non Zyjo. I am Mik’kenna. I help take care of you and teach you and show you about puppies and stars.” Ky’nayth got his turn and promised to protect him and teach him how to fly and build things.

Prayers were said then baby Roh’non Zyjo was taken to a little nursery area to be watched over while Be’atta and Kol’non got some much-needed sleep. Once the baby was put in his little bed, Zy’nayth’s hand went down on his chest to make sure the boy was healthy.

“Your First already checked,” Victoria said.

“I am quite sure he did. I am only making sure he did not miss anything. He was tired and excited.”

“And the baby is healthy.”

“Yes, the baby is healthy,” Zy’nayth smiled then looked at Becket.

“I know, I know. Full set of scans,” Becket nodded with a wave of his hand, “as if that’ll tell us anything more than what you and your First have already seen.”

“You are learning,” Zy’nayth smiled. “John are you heading back now?”

“Yeah, Kaven was on duty, so he needs to get back, and these two little munchkins kept me up way past my bedtime, so I’m still a bit tired.”

“We go with Uncle John?” Mik’kenna asked.

“You may if he does not mind.”

“Come on, just no more games. I need my beauty sleep.”

Zy’nayth kissed his wife. “Now that Roh’non is here, you can return to the ship with me.”

“Go on, I’ve got this,” Becket said as she turned to see if he was okay with her leaving. “Just some scans, then I’m going back to bed.”

“Come on,” Lutia said, with baby Kel’lan back in her arms, “I’ll walk part of the way with you. Kel and I will stay here in case Be’atta needs something. I know the first few days were terrifying for me when this one was born,” she smiled.

Everyone dispersed and Victoria was more than happy to just curl up in a bed, any bed, and sleep.

June 18, 2121

The rest of the trip back to Terra 2 was relatively uneventful. Ky’nayth got to spend time with John and Kaven learning the controls of the old Rayth flagship, and his father took a turn at the flight command center on the current Rayth flagship, allowing his son to see how much more complex things were. The young boy was elated even though he wasn’t allowed to take the controls himself.

Mik’kenna, after being instructed by Ja’val and the First Astronomer, was allowed a little time at the main telescope. She had her notepad full of drawings and had a tablet full of photos that she’d been allowed to take with the telescope’s camera.

“It looks like I am going to have to invest in a storage device for all of your photos,” Zy’nayth told his daughter when she began experiencing some trouble trying to access her studies. “Your hard drive is filled to capacity.”

“I would have thought that nearly impossible,” Victoria said as she finished making dinner. “Rayth tech and all that…”

“Unfortunately, it is possible, especially when you have a nearly four-year-old daughter who enjoys taking high resolution images of the galaxy. Sweetheart, you have over a million high resolution photos on here. When did you take all of these?”

“Not all mine,” she said, “I searched the database and downloaded lots. You said I could.”

Zy’nayth chuckled. “I did not expect you to download the entire Raythian scientific photo database on stars.”

She nodded, “And Earth stuff too. Miss Amelia showed me how. So much to learn. I try to organize better.”

“To be honest, the Raythian database should be well organized. I cannot speak for what you gathered from Earth. And your photos, are these yours?” he pointed to several files, and got a nod from his daughter, “These seem to be well organized as well. But what I think you can do is create a ‘maybe’ folder of images you might not need for your work. We can go through them and perhaps discard them.

“I also suppose, besides getting a storage device for you and your brother, I should simply upgrade you to more powerful computers. Both of you do seem to be far more advanced in knowing how to utilize them than I expected.”

“So we get real computers now?” Ky’nayth asked.

“These are real computers,” Zy’nayth said, “just not as powerful as what is available. Perhaps I will do that for your birthday.”

“But that’s four months away!” Mik’kenna said, “I no able to do studies!”

“I will get a storage device set up for you so that you can still do your studies. But I will have to put in an order for your computers, and Uncle Ja’val and I will have to install all of our security measures on them, and that will take a little time to get all of that done. I expected these to last you well into your teenage years. You two are quite advanced for your age, even at Raythian standards,” he said to his son as he looked at the system on his son’s tablet, “you have a lot of flight simulation programs that…” he smiled, “that I did not realize. I guess I did not think my two beautiful and smart children would be writing their own programs and doing such intense research at such a young age.”

“Mommy, what you making?” Ky’nayth asked, when she stepped out of the kitchen.

“Deep fried fish and French fries. And a salad.”

Mommy! No octopus!” Mik’kenna said, frightened that the word “fish” was being used to describe her dinner.

“No, it’s a white fish, I think Alan said it was cod.”

“I no sure I want this,” Mik’kenna said. “But I eat fries.”

“You will try the fish,” Zy’nayth said. “I am sure your mother is making something delicious. She has never given you anything you did not like, has she?”

“No. But might be octopus in there.”

“There isn’t,” Victoria said, “trust me. I don’t want any octopus near me. The batter tastes good, that’s a good sign. Either of you want to help me coat the fish?”

“I will,” Mik’kenna said and walked over. She pulled her little stepstool out that her father had made for her and pushed it towards the sink. “I need to wash hands first.”

Her mother moved out of the way so Mik’kenna could wash up. “This isn’t going to take long,” she said to her husband and son. “You two should wash up, and if you would, please set the table.”

Mik’kenna battered the fish and Victoria got everything fried up while the men got the table ready.

“Hi Uncle Vince!” Ky’nayth said, “We only set four plates, you stay for dinner? I get you plate.”

“Oh sorry,” Victoria said, “I forgot to tell you I invited him.”

Ky’nayth set another place for Vince, then gave Frostie hugs and kisses before dog went off to play with Baxter and Celeste.

Zy’nayth brought in an extra chair since they were just eating in the kitchen, not the formal dining room. Once they were all seated, Zy’nayth prayed, thanking God that things were going well with the leaders of Earth, then Victoria passed around the food. “New recipe on the fish,” she said, “I hope it’s good. And Janice gave me the recipe for this veggie salad. I know it’s good, I snuck a taste.”

“How are things with Janice and Ny’van?” Vince asked.

“Going well,” Zy’nayth said. “Janice has been going with him to visit his son, who is getting much worse. But he told Ny’van that he approved of Janice. That set Ny’van’s heart at ease. Though I think both of them are eager to get married, both want to take things slow, especially with Ny’van’s son dying.”

“There’s nothing that can be done for him?” Vince asked.

“No. It is simply old age. Not even Rayth live forever despite our ability to regenerate our cells.”

“Daddy, we go see him again?” Mik’kenna asked.

“I was planning on going this weekend. Would you like to come?”

She nodded. “I pray with him.”

“I go too,” Ky’nayth said, “and pray. I like In’val. Mommy, you come and cook again?”

“Zy, if you want to set up another round of cooking classes, I’m willing.”

“I think we will just go as a family. When we do stop in at a restaurant to eat, if the chefs wish to ask you questions then, and if you are willing, we can just leave it at that.”

“That’s fine. I’m always willing to help, but I think you’re right. If In’val is getting worse, we should be spending time with him and Sha’na. As a matter of fact, has Ny’van talked to her about what she’s going to do after? Will she stay in that little village? Maybe move to the island? Or…near their son and his family?”

“I believe they have talked, but I do not know what the plans are. I have expressed to Sha’na that I will help in whatever way I can.”

“Daddy, she teacher, right?” Mik’kenna asked.

“Yes. She was. She has long since retired, why?”

“Well, family keeps saying we need school here ‘cause more kids. Maybe she help here.”

“Right now, you two would be the only students,” he smiled, “it will be a few years before Kel’lan and Maressa will be ready for school. Kel’lan probably sooner than Maressa if he takes after his father.”

“But she has a good idea,” Vince said, “maybe not a school, but a daycare. I know Victoria, Lutia, and Alessa juggle schedules watching the kids so they can work. Now with Alessa expecting another and being on bed rest, and baby Roh’non here, things are going to get hectic sorting all of that out.”

“Do you think people would mind a Rayth daycare overseer?” Zy’nayth asked.

“Honey,” Victoria said, “we’re all married to Rayth, well, except Alessa, and I doubt she’d have an issue. And well, we did tell the Earth leaders we’d look into hiring more people from more countries. What about we look into getting a daycare specialist from England or Japan or something? Then we’d have a Rayth and an earthling and they could split the days they work.”

Zy’nayth nodded, “This may be a good idea. We would need facilities. Perhaps on the mainland so that the children could play outdoors.”

“With the puppies!” Ky’nayth exclaimed.

“We could probably arrange for a kennel area of some sort for them, but I do not want to burden our prospective teachers with having to care for animals.”

“Maybe Wells wouldn’t object if some of his people or the Ag team want to stop by and tend to the pups,” Vince said, “and I know Ky and Kenna can handle taking care of them, as long as it doesn’t interfere with their schedules.”

“Better yet,” Victoria said, “why not a vet? We have a lot of farm animals now, it wouldn’t hurt to look into getting one or two veterinarians and a couple assistants. Right now, we’re kinda winging it in caring for the cows and pigs. And, honestly, some of the nurses and doctors don’t exactly like being called to help deliver a calf.”

Vince nodded, “All right. A teacher/daycare specialist and a veterinarian staff. Give me a couple of months to get this sorted out. It shouldn’t be as difficult as a top-level scientist, but we still need to do security checks and so on. Zy’nayth, would you be willing to figure out where to put a facility on the mainland. I have a feeling it should be close to the bridge. Unless, you’re thinking of utilizing the underground mainland facility.”

“I was thinking just the mainland, not the underground facility. And yes, I will take care of securing a location and getting construction done. As we get closer to arranging for an actual school, I would want to have things that both earthlings and Rayth would consider normal.”

“Mommy, can I has more fries please?” Mik’kenna asked. “I eated all my fish and salad.”

“There aren’t many left, share them with your brother.”

“I no want no more,” Ky’nayth said, “I save room for dessert.”

“You sure?” Victoria said, “I know you two love fries.”

“I want pie,” Ky’nayth said.

“Vince, you want more fries?”

He shook his head, “No thanks. I think I’ll hold out for some pie as well.”

“I can eat fries and pie!” Mik’kenna said, taking the basket of fries. “Mommy, Daddy, want more?”

“No, sweetheart, thank you,” Zy’nayth said, and Victoria motioned for her daughter to go ahead and eat what was left.

As Mik’kenna finished up her fries, Victoria served up the apple pie and vanilla ice cream. Mik’kenna said she only wanted a small piece, which becoming more common with her. She tended to enjoy savory foods more than sweets, which was very much like her father.

“We go see baby Roh’non after dessert?” Mik’kenna asked.

“We are. I made up some food to take over for Be’atta and Kol’non.”

“Rumor has it that Be’atta’s having a bit of trouble with the baby,” Vince said.

Victoria smiled, “Nah. Just not used to the long hours, pacing the floor with a baby on your shoulder to try and get him to sleep. I think she’s just overly worried of messing something up.”

“But she’s taken care of the twins and Kel’lan and Mari,” Vince said, “you’d think she’d be a little more comfortable with her own son.”

“She always got to give the kids back to their parents at the end of the day,” Victoria said, “this time, the baby’s staying with her. I’m sure she’ll settle in a few days.”

“Is Shadow helping with baby?” Ky’nayth asked.

“I’m sure he is,” Victoria said. “Maybe we should ask if we should keep Shadow for a day or two? Or at least take him out for his walks so they don’t have to worry about it.”

“Sissy and I can just go get him when Baxter and Celeste have to go out,” Ky’nayth said.

“We can offer,” Victoria said, “I’m pretty sure they’d appreciate it.”

After the dishwasher was loaded, they went to visit Kol’non and Be’atta. Vince joined them, helping to carry one of the many pans full of food that Victoria had prepared for them. The dogs trotted along with them, though Frostie was on a leash which Ky’nayth held onto. The pup was still quite eager to run off to explore on her own.

“She’s feeding him,” Kol’non said, taking the big casserole dish from Victoria, “and all of this food is for us?”

Victoria nodded, “These two can be frozen. They heat up really nicely in the oven, a chicken and broccoli casserole, and the other is…well, hamburger, potatoes, corn, peas, cheese…just something I’ve made a few times. Tasty, but nothing fancy. That container is just some tuna salad to snack on. That’s soup, cheesy potato, so pretty hearty. And this casserole dish is filled with meatloaf. Still warm.”

“I think I’ll throw this in the oven to heat up now,” Kol’non said, “we haven’t eaten yet and… I’m starving.”

“You should have called; I’ve been cooking all day for you guys. I could have brought some of this up earlier.”

“I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ve been trying to help Be’atta out as much as possible and I simply lost track of time.”

“Are you changing diapers?” Vince grinned, knowing the High Chancellor absolutely refused to do that dirty deed.

Kol’non looked at his superior, “I am. Do not think less of me.”

Zy’nayth roared with laughter. “You are a better man than I. I am sure Be’atta appreciates it very much and I know Victoria wishes I would have helped in that capacity.”

Be’atta walked into the kitchen, baby Roh’non in her arms. She looked exhausted. Vince offered to take the baby and she handed him off to the general.

“I just got done chastising your husband,” Victoria said, “if you’re too tired to fix dinner or lunch or whatever, you call. I mean it. Any one of the family, I’m sure, would be willing to whip something up for you. I brought you some goodies so you should be set for a bit. But, call. Even if you just need someone to run to the farm or to the mess to grab some ingredients. Please don’t hesitate. I’m only working half-days, and if I can’t break free, I can call whoever’s not on duty and they’d take care of it or switch shifts with me.”

“I should be able to do this. My mother did it.”

Victoria laughed, “Honey, it’s only been a week. You’re still trying to get into a routine. It’s okay. We’re all here to pitch in.”

“And Uncle Kol’non, Sissy and I can come by and get Shadow when Baxter and Celeste need to go out. We help too.”

“Ky’nayth, Mik’kenna, I would greatly appreciate that. I don’t like being away from my wife and baby for those few minutes. I worry too much,” he smiled to the twins, “if you could do that for us, it would help so much.” Kol’non then looked at Victoria, “how long will this take to heat up?”

“Oh it hasn’t been out of the oven long, so maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. Sit down, both of you,” she said. “Do you have stuff for a salad? Potatoes?”

“Both,” he said. “Potatoes in fifteen minutes?”

She smiled, “Go sit down in the living room and let me work.”

“Victoria…”

“Be’atta, go. Go.”

Zy’nayth wrapped an arm around Be’atta’s waist, “Come, she will get everything ready for you. She loves doing this. Kol’non, let her be. You need to sit and relax for a moment. You look terribly stressed.”

“Sorry, sir. I’m not trained to handle being a father.”

“Neither was I. I am still learning.”

Mik’kenna climbed up on the sofa next to Vince and kissed baby Roh’non’s forehead. “I love you. I go help Mommy. I sorry I not hold you. Bubby will.” She hopped down and ran to the kitchen.

Vince motioned to Zy’nayth, “I’m passing him off to you. Ky, go sit with your father, I’ll keep an eye on Shadow.”

Twenty minutes later, Victoria came into the living room. “Your dinner is ready. Does Shadow need to go out?”

“Not until bedtime,” Kol’non said.

“Then one of us will be back to tend to that,” she said, “we’re going to leave you to relax. Do you want me to take Roh’non while you eat? I can keep him until we come to get Shadow.”

“No,” Be’atta said, “but I may take you up on that tomorrow or the day after. Just for a couple of hours.”

“Just call. I’ll take him off your hands anytime day or night. Come one guys, let’s go home.”

When Zy’nayth and the twins returned to take Shadow out, Be’atta told him to thank Victoria. “I can’t believe what she whipped up in twenty minutes. It was all delicious. And thank you guys too.”

“We are happy to help,” Zy’nayth said, “as my wife said, anytime day or night. We will return shortly.”

Shadow trotted out and pounced on Baxter and Celeste. The dogs happily made their way to the bridge control room and then went off running as soon as they were on the mainland. “We should stick to a regular schedule with the dogs, just so they know when to expect us,” Zy’nayth said to his children. “When we get back, we should write down a schedule. I will need the two of you to help your mother and I stick to it. We may get busy and forget.”

“We’ll ‘member,” Ky’nayth said. “I can make alarms on computer to remind me.”

“You set on my computer too, please,” Mik’kenna said. “I no know how.”

When they returned to the city-ship, they told Kol’non that they’d be by at 7:00 a.m. for the first walk and would have a schedule so they’d know when to expect them, so they could plan their day a little better. “Of course, if he needs to go out sooner, just call. Ky’nayth has agreed to be the point person. Again, any time, day or night.”

“I will. Thank you,” he said to the kids. “Now, I think we’re going to collapse. Be’atta’s not getting much sleep, so don’t bother using the chime in the morning, just come on in. Shadow will probably come running. If she doesn’t, just buzz my comlink. I’ll know it’s you and bring her out. She usually sleeps in the bedroom.”

“We will. I’ll tell Mommy case she with us and not Daddy,” Ky’nayth said.

“Sir, can I get some time on your schedule tomorrow?” Kol’non asked. “Meet here in my den so I don’t have to leave Be alone.”

“What time? I can make myself available.”

“How about 9:00? That’ll give us time to get up, get Roh’non fed, our own breakfast…”

“I will be here. Sleep well.”

“Thanks. We’ll try.”