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© 2023 by Walter Reimer
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Major Matt Mason
“First Minister?”
The coati resisted the sudden urge to look behind her until she realized that her aide was speaking to her. “Yes?” she asked the aide, a taller antelope.
The gazelle smiled. “I’m sorry to bother you, First Minister,” he said, “but we have a message from the Kashlani.”
“Oh?” Since the Colonies had reconstituted their government on New Beginnings Station, the Empire had been happy to conclude trade agreements, but had maintained a paws-off attitude. This suited the coati just fine. There had been a lot of work to do, and still needed to be done, to rebuild the damage from the war. “What do they want?”
“It was addressed to you, personally, and to the Foreign Minister.”
“Oh. Good news?”
The gazelle shrugged. “No sign of any military movements, so maybe?” They both chuckled. “The FM was packing for a trip; she’s on her way.”
“All right,” the coati said.
A few minutes later, the feline femme arrived, and the First Minister used her personal code to access the message.
It was the Empire’s Foreign Minister. The kam was seated behind a desk and he said in passable Terran, “Fair day, First Minister. The Sovereign has instructed me to ask for your Foreign Minister to travel to our legation on Lalande. Terra’s Foreign Minister is already there.” The kam paused, his tail draping across his shoulders. “Our envoy there has some information to impart to both of your governments, and it was felt best to do it personally.”
The coati and the tigress exchanged looks as the message ended. “Abrupt and mysterious,” the tigress said. “Exactly what I do not need.”
“Yeah, but I’m afraid your vacation will have to wait.” The coati smiled. “You can start it as soon as this little excursion is over.”
The tigress grinned toothily. “Grrreat.”
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
Major Matt Mason“First Minister?”
The coati resisted the sudden urge to look behind her until she realized that her aide was speaking to her. “Yes?” she asked the aide, a taller antelope.
The gazelle smiled. “I’m sorry to bother you, First Minister,” he said, “but we have a message from the Kashlani.”
“Oh?” Since the Colonies had reconstituted their government on New Beginnings Station, the Empire had been happy to conclude trade agreements, but had maintained a paws-off attitude. This suited the coati just fine. There had been a lot of work to do, and still needed to be done, to rebuild the damage from the war. “What do they want?”
“It was addressed to you, personally, and to the Foreign Minister.”
“Oh. Good news?”
The gazelle shrugged. “No sign of any military movements, so maybe?” They both chuckled. “The FM was packing for a trip; she’s on her way.”
“All right,” the coati said.
A few minutes later, the feline femme arrived, and the First Minister used her personal code to access the message.
It was the Empire’s Foreign Minister. The kam was seated behind a desk and he said in passable Terran, “Fair day, First Minister. The Sovereign has instructed me to ask for your Foreign Minister to travel to our legation on Lalande. Terra’s Foreign Minister is already there.” The kam paused, his tail draping across his shoulders. “Our envoy there has some information to impart to both of your governments, and it was felt best to do it personally.”
The coati and the tigress exchanged looks as the message ended. “Abrupt and mysterious,” the tigress said. “Exactly what I do not need.”
“Yeah, but I’m afraid your vacation will have to wait.” The coati smiled. “You can start it as soon as this little excursion is over.”
The tigress grinned toothily. “Grrreat.”
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From my 'Ides of March' tale:
"Ho ho, and what have we here?" Neal half asked as he stepped over to the sofa. He raised the flap just a little to look in before dropping it. "Interesting," he said as he opened it again a little further for a longer look before letting it fall closed again. "Does shi have a name?" he asked as the corner of the flap opened to let a tiny chakat head peer out to see who had been peeking in at hir.
"Not yet," Sunshine admitted as hir week old cub sniffed at Neal’s fingers before allowing him to pick hir up. They exchanged a nose rub before the kitten discovered shi was the center of attention and started to try to squirm out of Neal’s grip.
"Nice try," Neal told hir as he released one grip only to gain another as he walked over to hir parents. "Dang, you’re almost as bad as Zigzag was at your age," he told hir. "Squiggle would make an excellent name for one such as you."
"No!" Sunshine protested, "we’re trying to come up with something more …"
"Descriptive?" Neal retorted with a snort as the chakat kitten continued to squirm. "That’s better than what I was coming up with. By the way, this is Grace, Redtail, Tony, Tom, Dick, and Harry, Wilma, and Betty."
Sunshine just stared openmouthed at the Rakshani as Zigzag quietly said, "Neal, how could you?"
Neal shrugged, "Hey, it’s what got past the memory blocking drugs the slavers had been feeding us. She moves with speed and grace, she remembered someone complementing her pretty red tail. The first Rakshani I woke somewhat reminded me of the old ‘Tony the tiger’, and he wanted to wake every Tom, Dick and Hairy."
"And Wilma and Betty were always getting the better of their mates," Sunshine finished.
"Something like that," Neal admitted.
"Ho ho, and what have we here?" Neal half asked as he stepped over to the sofa. He raised the flap just a little to look in before dropping it. "Interesting," he said as he opened it again a little further for a longer look before letting it fall closed again. "Does shi have a name?" he asked as the corner of the flap opened to let a tiny chakat head peer out to see who had been peeking in at hir.
"Not yet," Sunshine admitted as hir week old cub sniffed at Neal’s fingers before allowing him to pick hir up. They exchanged a nose rub before the kitten discovered shi was the center of attention and started to try to squirm out of Neal’s grip.
"Nice try," Neal told hir as he released one grip only to gain another as he walked over to hir parents. "Dang, you’re almost as bad as Zigzag was at your age," he told hir. "Squiggle would make an excellent name for one such as you."
"No!" Sunshine protested, "we’re trying to come up with something more …"
"Descriptive?" Neal retorted with a snort as the chakat kitten continued to squirm. "That’s better than what I was coming up with. By the way, this is Grace, Redtail, Tony, Tom, Dick, and Harry, Wilma, and Betty."
Sunshine just stared openmouthed at the Rakshani as Zigzag quietly said, "Neal, how could you?"
Neal shrugged, "Hey, it’s what got past the memory blocking drugs the slavers had been feeding us. She moves with speed and grace, she remembered someone complementing her pretty red tail. The first Rakshani I woke somewhat reminded me of the old ‘Tony the tiger’, and he wanted to wake every Tom, Dick and Hairy."
"And Wilma and Betty were always getting the better of their mates," Sunshine finished.
"Something like that," Neal admitted.
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