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By Kurun t’Gath
Translated from the Kashlanin
(99.3% accuracy)
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
morgdl
Five.
As my vehicle made its way through Rekkadh, I linked my [personal access device] to the local communications network and contacted Kinan g’Zherin at his office. Curiously, the company was called [“Are You Missing This?”] Shipping. After making contact with a [clerk], my call was transferred to Kinan-sir.
“Greetings[respectful], Captain-Inspector,” Kinan-sir said. “What may I do for you?”
“I am assigned to investigate the death of Yifan-sir,” I replied. “I am coming to your business at this time.”
“Understood,” he said. “I shall move items in my daily schedule to give us time.”
“Thank you[sincere], g’Zherin-sir,” I said. I ended the connection and sat back after accessing publicly known information about his company.
[“Are You Missing This?”] Shipping is a private company, owned and operated by Kinan g’Zherin, and is located near Rekkadh’s spaceport. The company is a logistical supplier for civilian businesses and the Combined Military Services and has recently concluded an [almost-agreement] with the l’Raosch Consortium, one of the Mercantile Fellowships.
That caused me to discard the possibility that a business rival might have murdered Yifan-sir as part of a plan to undermine Kinan-sir’s business. Affiliation with a Mercantile Fellowship offers a level of [extralegal] protection.
I arrived at the company and was shown to Kinan-sir’s office.
Kinan g’Zherin, birth family name p’Durdh; 126 years old. Fur colors black and brown, and slightly shorter than is normal for a male Person. He is wearing a [mourning-band] and appeared sad and distracted. After we greeted each other, he closed his office door and activated a [privacy barrier].
“I don’t want any distractions,” he explained as he sat down. I agreed and set my [personal access device] to record.
“Kinan-sir, on the night that Yifan-sir died, were you in bed with him?”
“Yes. All four of us were in the habit of sleeping in Vikan’s bed.” He thought for a subfraction. “Yifan was sleeping to my right, Vikan to my left, and Yezhef to her left.”
“I understand. Was he in the habit of awakening early?”
“Occasionally, if – if he was having trouble sleeping.” Kinan-sir paused, removed a cloth from a pocket and wiped his eyes and blew his nose. “He would become nervous during exams at the school. Worried that some of his students might fail.”
I gestured comprehension. “Vikan-ma’am said that you and Yifan-sir served with her in Support.”
“Yes. I was a logistical specialist when I met Vikan. She and Yifan were already lovers, and they invited me to join them.”
“And you three married after your retirement from the military.”
“Yes. Yifan insisted on being junior to me in the [marriage group]. He said that I appeared more mature,” and he paused to wipe his eyes again. “He was a good father to the children.”
“And when Yezhef-sir joined the [marriage group]?”
Kinan-sir looked troubled. “Yifan thought that Vikan had tired of us and wanted another mate. He often raised his concerns with Vikan, who would laugh and assure him that she loved us all. Yifan would argue with Yezhef, especially after Veridh was born.”
I considered this. “What did Yifan-sir and Yezhef-sir argue about?”
“Many things. The curriculum at the school where they taught, local politics, and Veridh’s place in the family in relation to our other children.”
“Curious,” I said, my tail rising to stroke my chin. "Yezhef-sir did not like the other children?”
Kinan-sir considered the question for a fraction. “Have you spoken with Yezhef?”
“I am speaking to you,” I said.
“I think,” Kinan-sir said slowly, “that Yezhef felt threatened, because Yifan and I had four children by Vikan and he only had Veridh.”
“Why?”
“Vikan had a complication during Veridh’s birth,” Kinan-sir replied.
“Do you think Yezhef-sir killed his husband?”
Kinan-sir frowned. “No.”
“Why?”
“He was with me and Vikan at the time.”
“I understand.” I deactivated my [personal access device]. “I am concluding this interview, but I may return if I have more questions. Thank you[sincere], Kinan-sir.”
“You are welcome[sincere], Captain-Inspector.”
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By Kurun t’Gath
Translated from the Kashlanin
(99.3% accuracy)
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
morgdlFive.
As my vehicle made its way through Rekkadh, I linked my [personal access device] to the local communications network and contacted Kinan g’Zherin at his office. Curiously, the company was called [“Are You Missing This?”] Shipping. After making contact with a [clerk], my call was transferred to Kinan-sir.
“Greetings[respectful], Captain-Inspector,” Kinan-sir said. “What may I do for you?”
“I am assigned to investigate the death of Yifan-sir,” I replied. “I am coming to your business at this time.”
“Understood,” he said. “I shall move items in my daily schedule to give us time.”
“Thank you[sincere], g’Zherin-sir,” I said. I ended the connection and sat back after accessing publicly known information about his company.
[“Are You Missing This?”] Shipping is a private company, owned and operated by Kinan g’Zherin, and is located near Rekkadh’s spaceport. The company is a logistical supplier for civilian businesses and the Combined Military Services and has recently concluded an [almost-agreement] with the l’Raosch Consortium, one of the Mercantile Fellowships.
That caused me to discard the possibility that a business rival might have murdered Yifan-sir as part of a plan to undermine Kinan-sir’s business. Affiliation with a Mercantile Fellowship offers a level of [extralegal] protection.
I arrived at the company and was shown to Kinan-sir’s office.
Kinan g’Zherin, birth family name p’Durdh; 126 years old. Fur colors black and brown, and slightly shorter than is normal for a male Person. He is wearing a [mourning-band] and appeared sad and distracted. After we greeted each other, he closed his office door and activated a [privacy barrier].
“I don’t want any distractions,” he explained as he sat down. I agreed and set my [personal access device] to record.
“Kinan-sir, on the night that Yifan-sir died, were you in bed with him?”
“Yes. All four of us were in the habit of sleeping in Vikan’s bed.” He thought for a subfraction. “Yifan was sleeping to my right, Vikan to my left, and Yezhef to her left.”
“I understand. Was he in the habit of awakening early?”
“Occasionally, if – if he was having trouble sleeping.” Kinan-sir paused, removed a cloth from a pocket and wiped his eyes and blew his nose. “He would become nervous during exams at the school. Worried that some of his students might fail.”
I gestured comprehension. “Vikan-ma’am said that you and Yifan-sir served with her in Support.”
“Yes. I was a logistical specialist when I met Vikan. She and Yifan were already lovers, and they invited me to join them.”
“And you three married after your retirement from the military.”
“Yes. Yifan insisted on being junior to me in the [marriage group]. He said that I appeared more mature,” and he paused to wipe his eyes again. “He was a good father to the children.”
“And when Yezhef-sir joined the [marriage group]?”
Kinan-sir looked troubled. “Yifan thought that Vikan had tired of us and wanted another mate. He often raised his concerns with Vikan, who would laugh and assure him that she loved us all. Yifan would argue with Yezhef, especially after Veridh was born.”
I considered this. “What did Yifan-sir and Yezhef-sir argue about?”
“Many things. The curriculum at the school where they taught, local politics, and Veridh’s place in the family in relation to our other children.”
“Curious,” I said, my tail rising to stroke my chin. "Yezhef-sir did not like the other children?”
Kinan-sir considered the question for a fraction. “Have you spoken with Yezhef?”
“I am speaking to you,” I said.
“I think,” Kinan-sir said slowly, “that Yezhef felt threatened, because Yifan and I had four children by Vikan and he only had Veridh.”
“Why?”
“Vikan had a complication during Veridh’s birth,” Kinan-sir replied.
“Do you think Yezhef-sir killed his husband?”
Kinan-sir frowned. “No.”
“Why?”
“He was with me and Vikan at the time.”
“I understand.” I deactivated my [personal access device]. “I am concluding this interview, but I may return if I have more questions. Thank you[sincere], Kinan-sir.”
“You are welcome[sincere], Captain-Inspector.”
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