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Classification: CONFIDENTIAL
From: Transcosm HQ, God’s Armpit
To: All Transcosm Captains and Crews
1. The Colonial Military Command has informed all commercial concerns presently assisting the Colonial Fleet in combat support and transport roles that hostilities between them and the Confederation Navy have ceased. As a result, the ColMilComm has released all civilian transport to corporate or private control, subject to recall depending on future developments.
2. Any repairs or replacements will be paid for by the Provisional Government.
3. Pay and benefits are unaffected by this directive. Combat bonuses will be calculated based on ColMilComm records.
4. Transports will be returned to civilian service after all required repairs or refits.
Thank you to you all.
Signed:
Khosrau Lavrent, Transcosm Chief Executive Officer
Mira Fikset, Admiral, Colonial Military Command
The message was received, and duly authenticated.
***
Meredith and the other captains in the Combat Support Element pooled their resources, reserved the largest recreational space on Magus Station, and bought enough food and drink for all the crews. The party had begun as soon as the message had been confirmed, and now was well into its sixth hour.
The golden palomino mare sat on a small divan with one arm draped over Fuji’s shoulders and her free paw occupied by a glass of Markellan whisky. The party had started with a quiet moment to remember and honor the crews that had been lost during the conflict. Commodore Bury’s toast, “To Absent Friends,” caused quite a few people to tear up, but the mood had lightened considerably after a while.
Fuji and Meredith were kissing when her ears swiveled. “I’ll miss our talks, Captain d’Estcourt,” and she glanced up to see the pangolin femme smiling down at her, a drink in one paw. She offered the other to shake.
Meredith gingerly balanced her drink in her lap before taking the offered paw and shaking it. “We can still talk, Commodore, and you know my name.”
The pangolin chuckled. “Sure, Merry.”
“What are your plans, Danyell?” Meredith asked as she retrieved her drink and took a sip. Her ears flicked as Fuji gently stroked them and her mane. “Fikset letting you all go?”
Bury waggled her free paw. “We’re not exactly released from active service, but we’re being allowed to return to our ports of origin.” She smiled widely. “That means home to Faraway.”
“That’s great.” The mare took another drink, draining the last of the whisky in the glass. “Maybe we can meet up there.”
“Really?”
“Well, Transcosm’s probably going to have us going all over the place, hauling supplies for rebuilding,” and Merry turned her head and kissed Fuji again, “and our parents want to meet, and Faraway’s a good midpoint.”
“That’s great! Tell you what; let me know when you’re headed there, and I’ll see if I can get some leave,” Bury said. “I can show you the sights.”
“Sure,” Fuji said, the monitor’s tail flicking out of the way as another ship’s captain weaved his way past, two crewmembers holding him up. “Who’s he?” he asked as both Merry and Bury tsked.
“Captain Penn,” Bury replied. “Bit of a lightweight in the drinking department. Good serving with you, Merry,” and the mare and the pangolin shook paws again before Bury wandered off.
“She’s cute,” Fuji said, “although she looks more reptilian than me.”
Merry eyed him. “Jealous?”
He chuckled and hugged her a little tighter. “No.” His long tongue flicked. “Hmm.”
“What?”
“You smell nice.”
The mare set her empty glass aside and placed a paw on his thigh. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Do I have to try?” He spread his legs only slightly.
She glanced down and looked back up at him. “Hmm. No.”
***
They at least had the good manners to return to their shared quarters on the station. Karisa Fikset, a helmsfur aboard the Fox Winning, looked like she was trying to drunkenly seduce her fraternal twin brother Jemel. The wolf, a helmsfur on the A Quiet Life’s first shift, was so far succeeding in keeping his sister at arm’s-length.
Meredith was sure that there was a story there. She had no interest in hearing it, however.
The air was dense with their musks the next morning, with the mare drifting awake spooned up against Fuji’s chest. Feeling a need, she gently slipped away from the bull and out of bed before getting slowly to her hooves and walking unsteadily to the bathroom.
Afterward, she moved as quietly as she could to avoid awakening her lover, retrieved her padd from a pocket of her pink plaid skirt, and opened it.
The bane of a merchanter captain’s life, paperwork, revealed itself to her, and she started moving through it. The biggest piece of news was that the A Quiet Life was scheduled to be moved from its mooring buoy to the station’s refitting dock in two days for system upgrades and engine maintenance. Accompanying this was a copy of a message from the transport company’s chief engineer that had been directed to two of her three cargo supervisors. The engineer had authorized Hui and Christina to enlarge their quarters, approving the revised modifications. It actually shaved a ton from the ship’s overall weight, which meant more cargo.
Meredith smiled. The bear and the cow would appreciate the news.
Another message from one of the company’s operations officers was addressed to all captains, not just her, and basically welcomed all of them back to the company and to civilian service. Contracts and cargoes were already being arranged, approved, and distributed to Transcosm’s small fleet.
Switching to her private mail, the mare almost woke Fuji up when she saw a letter from Varan. She quickly activated the padd’s caption feature, muting all sound, before opening the message.
The vir was able to tell her that she was safe and well, but forbidden to disclose where she was. That made sense, of course, and Varan went on to discuss the latest game module. Looking over the summary, Meredith had to agree with her. They must be getting close to the final battle, as the various situations were getting sillier.
The final letter was marked Personal and Confidential and came directly from the company’s Chief Operations Officer, Lavrent Khosrau. Puzzled, Meredith opened it.
“Fair day, Captain d’Estcourt,” the kangaroo said. “Before the conflict with the Confederacy, you suggested that Transcosm establish an office at Downtime Station. We set the idea aside, as at the time we had no intention of having a presence there.” He smiled. “That has changed.”
The mare felt her eyebrows climbing up to her hairline as Khosrau said, “Transcosm, and our partners at Imperial Chartering, feel that the increased traffic we anticipate from the cessation of hostilities gives us an opportunity to expand our network. Having a liaison office on Downtime, at the border, would be advantageous. The office would have a supervisor and a small staff dedicated to managing the flow of raw materials and finished goods between the Colonies and the Empire.”
“Since you suggested it, we’re offering the supervisor position to you first.”
Meredith felt her jaw drop.
This time, her squeal did wake her lover.
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
ahroColMilComNet
817712XgVu9248
Classification: CONFIDENTIAL
From: Transcosm HQ, God’s Armpit
To: All Transcosm Captains and Crews
1. The Colonial Military Command has informed all commercial concerns presently assisting the Colonial Fleet in combat support and transport roles that hostilities between them and the Confederation Navy have ceased. As a result, the ColMilComm has released all civilian transport to corporate or private control, subject to recall depending on future developments.
2. Any repairs or replacements will be paid for by the Provisional Government.
3. Pay and benefits are unaffected by this directive. Combat bonuses will be calculated based on ColMilComm records.
4. Transports will be returned to civilian service after all required repairs or refits.
Thank you to you all.
Signed:
Khosrau Lavrent, Transcosm Chief Executive Officer
Mira Fikset, Admiral, Colonial Military Command
The message was received, and duly authenticated.
***
Meredith and the other captains in the Combat Support Element pooled their resources, reserved the largest recreational space on Magus Station, and bought enough food and drink for all the crews. The party had begun as soon as the message had been confirmed, and now was well into its sixth hour.
The golden palomino mare sat on a small divan with one arm draped over Fuji’s shoulders and her free paw occupied by a glass of Markellan whisky. The party had started with a quiet moment to remember and honor the crews that had been lost during the conflict. Commodore Bury’s toast, “To Absent Friends,” caused quite a few people to tear up, but the mood had lightened considerably after a while.
Fuji and Meredith were kissing when her ears swiveled. “I’ll miss our talks, Captain d’Estcourt,” and she glanced up to see the pangolin femme smiling down at her, a drink in one paw. She offered the other to shake.
Meredith gingerly balanced her drink in her lap before taking the offered paw and shaking it. “We can still talk, Commodore, and you know my name.”
The pangolin chuckled. “Sure, Merry.”
“What are your plans, Danyell?” Meredith asked as she retrieved her drink and took a sip. Her ears flicked as Fuji gently stroked them and her mane. “Fikset letting you all go?”
Bury waggled her free paw. “We’re not exactly released from active service, but we’re being allowed to return to our ports of origin.” She smiled widely. “That means home to Faraway.”
“That’s great.” The mare took another drink, draining the last of the whisky in the glass. “Maybe we can meet up there.”
“Really?”
“Well, Transcosm’s probably going to have us going all over the place, hauling supplies for rebuilding,” and Merry turned her head and kissed Fuji again, “and our parents want to meet, and Faraway’s a good midpoint.”
“That’s great! Tell you what; let me know when you’re headed there, and I’ll see if I can get some leave,” Bury said. “I can show you the sights.”
“Sure,” Fuji said, the monitor’s tail flicking out of the way as another ship’s captain weaved his way past, two crewmembers holding him up. “Who’s he?” he asked as both Merry and Bury tsked.
“Captain Penn,” Bury replied. “Bit of a lightweight in the drinking department. Good serving with you, Merry,” and the mare and the pangolin shook paws again before Bury wandered off.
“She’s cute,” Fuji said, “although she looks more reptilian than me.”
Merry eyed him. “Jealous?”
He chuckled and hugged her a little tighter. “No.” His long tongue flicked. “Hmm.”
“What?”
“You smell nice.”
The mare set her empty glass aside and placed a paw on his thigh. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Do I have to try?” He spread his legs only slightly.
She glanced down and looked back up at him. “Hmm. No.”
***
They at least had the good manners to return to their shared quarters on the station. Karisa Fikset, a helmsfur aboard the Fox Winning, looked like she was trying to drunkenly seduce her fraternal twin brother Jemel. The wolf, a helmsfur on the A Quiet Life’s first shift, was so far succeeding in keeping his sister at arm’s-length.
Meredith was sure that there was a story there. She had no interest in hearing it, however.
The air was dense with their musks the next morning, with the mare drifting awake spooned up against Fuji’s chest. Feeling a need, she gently slipped away from the bull and out of bed before getting slowly to her hooves and walking unsteadily to the bathroom.
Afterward, she moved as quietly as she could to avoid awakening her lover, retrieved her padd from a pocket of her pink plaid skirt, and opened it.
The bane of a merchanter captain’s life, paperwork, revealed itself to her, and she started moving through it. The biggest piece of news was that the A Quiet Life was scheduled to be moved from its mooring buoy to the station’s refitting dock in two days for system upgrades and engine maintenance. Accompanying this was a copy of a message from the transport company’s chief engineer that had been directed to two of her three cargo supervisors. The engineer had authorized Hui and Christina to enlarge their quarters, approving the revised modifications. It actually shaved a ton from the ship’s overall weight, which meant more cargo.
Meredith smiled. The bear and the cow would appreciate the news.
Another message from one of the company’s operations officers was addressed to all captains, not just her, and basically welcomed all of them back to the company and to civilian service. Contracts and cargoes were already being arranged, approved, and distributed to Transcosm’s small fleet.
Switching to her private mail, the mare almost woke Fuji up when she saw a letter from Varan. She quickly activated the padd’s caption feature, muting all sound, before opening the message.
The vir was able to tell her that she was safe and well, but forbidden to disclose where she was. That made sense, of course, and Varan went on to discuss the latest game module. Looking over the summary, Meredith had to agree with her. They must be getting close to the final battle, as the various situations were getting sillier.
The final letter was marked Personal and Confidential and came directly from the company’s Chief Operations Officer, Lavrent Khosrau. Puzzled, Meredith opened it.
“Fair day, Captain d’Estcourt,” the kangaroo said. “Before the conflict with the Confederacy, you suggested that Transcosm establish an office at Downtime Station. We set the idea aside, as at the time we had no intention of having a presence there.” He smiled. “That has changed.”
The mare felt her eyebrows climbing up to her hairline as Khosrau said, “Transcosm, and our partners at Imperial Chartering, feel that the increased traffic we anticipate from the cessation of hostilities gives us an opportunity to expand our network. Having a liaison office on Downtime, at the border, would be advantageous. The office would have a supervisor and a small staff dedicated to managing the flow of raw materials and finished goods between the Colonies and the Empire.”
“Since you suggested it, we’re offering the supervisor position to you first.”
Meredith felt her jaw drop.
This time, her squeal did wake her lover.
Category Story / General Furry Art
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