“That is a lovely name. Does everyone else agree?” he asks, and we are quick to give our affirmative.
Ember burps, and it’s loud and very unbabylike, and we all burst into laughter, some of the tension melting away.
“We will make sure your sister is looked after. I’m not sure how yet, but we will,” I promise my god, thinking that maybe my grandma will be the best person to rope into helping out.
“How about we all get some sleep, and tomorrow, we kick some Syndicate ass?” Cas suggests, standing up and stretching, and my kraken wakes and gives me a push. She wasn’t happy that we didn’t start anything in the water, and she wants to love on him a little. After all, I could use a power top up, and instead of arguing with her, I agree.
I’m going to need all the power I can get for tomorrow. Tonight just might be a musical beds kind of night. I’m not sure I’m going to get much sleep, but luckily with my extra Vilaxian and god bits, I don’t need a lot.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Lila
We gave up all pretense of trying to run a circus the following day. A lot of the acts were up in space with us, so I gave the crew and performers a four-day vacation on Earth and warned them not to get into any mischief. Xavier passed out glamour charms like they were Halloween candy, but I think we managed to make everyone happy. Minx squealed with excitement and said they were going shopping. Trace, Sim, and Fuse didn’t look so enthused about the possibility, but I told them Singapore has amazing food, and they weren’t so reluctant after that.
Back on the main ship, I called a meeting for the extended family and held it in the main cafeteria. It was the only place that could fit us and that included the children, because I wanted to introduce my parents to my babies. Breakfast was a chaotic, loud mess with tears, laughter, joy, and sadness all at the same time, but finally, it was time to settle down and finalize plans.
“Just like we suspected, the meeting will be on Grichi 517E, which is worrying because that’s the home to that metalcompound we found on the bullets and knives the guards had,” Brannock says now that Kinga, Andre, and the three human women have taken all the children away. Matthew remained behind in case he could offer any Smith insight. “We’ve been instructed to bring the orb there and turn it over, and the Madovian will get paid.”
“I advised the queen of the destination and time, and she is coordinating with the rest of our allies to rendezvous there and cut off any escape by surrounding the whole planet,” Saxon adds.
“At least we don’t have to worry about civilian casualties since the planet is deserted,” Zeydan points out. “Anyone at the meeting will have ties with the Syndicate, and we can kill or detain them at will.”
“I would prefer we detain and find a deep, impenetrable cell to stick them in to live out the rest of their lives,” I tell them, not really looking forward to killing the members of the Syndicate no matter if galactic subjugation is their agenda.
“What about creating something on Husadavia? Even if they escaped their cells, they couldn’t get off the planet, and the vegetation and animals would take care of the escapees,” Ghosie suggests. He emerged from his bedroom with a spring in his step and smile on his face this morning. Both Maxsim and Echo looked like they’d been ridden hard and hung out wet. I know exactly how they feel. Ghosie’s fur is some potent shit, and it would be easy enough to sex yourself to death with it.
We look at Zeydan who shrugs. “I don’t see why not. I have no need for it.”
“I kind of like the idea of using it as a getaway where no one can disturb us,” I tell him, pouting at the thought that I won’t be able to have fun by the hot springs with my mates anymore.
“I’m with Lila,” Tirrian agrees. He’s the one I fucked by the hot springs.
“What about Grichi itself? If the metal has a property that inhibits powers, then creating cells from the mines would be ideal. Anyone we put in there would not be able to use their powers to escape,” Xavier suggests, and his idea gets a lot of interest.
“That’s if it survives when we distribute the orb’s powers. With the meeting being held there, we won’t have to worry about the fallout,” Zeydan murmurs, which really doesn’t make me feel better.
“Someone would have to be warden, and we would have to make sure they have their basic necessities, like food and water,” Link remarks, showing his compassion.
“Someone incorruptible,” Aarin grumbles. “That’s going to be nearly impossible to find.”
“Actually, I’ve been thinking about that.” Silac steeples his fingers together and swings his chair back and forth. “Tirrian told me about the sex robot warriors you came across.”
Link winces at this. “I’m almost certain my mother is involved. She has to be responsible for the robots being on Earth.”
Oh snap. I gasp. Could Link’s mother be the person Matthew described yesterday? The woman who took some of Smith’s breeding stock? But why? She has an entire catalog of sex robots at her disposal, so why would she need living ones?
“But couldn’t we use them to guard the prison? They wouldn’t be able to corrupt them because unless they reprogram them, the robots wouldn’t respond to bribes.” Silac looks to Link who nods.
“In theory, yes, but if my mother is involved, then she would be able to reprogram them.”
Silac sags in defeat.
“Not necessarily. Those guards were pretty simple, and we were told they weren’t programmable, unlike the sex bots. Theywere a budget version because they were guards and could be destroyed,” Matthew chimes in, and Silac’s hope returns.
“I like the idea. I wouldn’t want to have to appoint a sentient being to guard them. That would be hell,” Xavier agrees.
“Okay, so we have a plan on what to do with them. Now we need to figure out how to capture them with the least casualties,” Rick says. He, my mom, and my dad have barely been able to keep their hands off each other this whole time. I kind of feel like gagging. You don’t see me being all demonstrative with PDA with my mates in front of them.
