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  The Sarrans Return

  By A.C. Katt

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  Copyright 2015 A.C. Katt

  ISBN 9781611527292

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  Published in the United States of America.

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  For Tigger the Valiant, may he be waiting at Rainbow Bridge.

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  The Sarrans Return

  By A.C. Katt

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Prologue

  “There is nothing that can be changed more completely than human nature when the job is taken in hand early enough.”

  —George Bernard Shaw, 250,000 BC

  Caserius, head of the Genetic Intervention Team (GIT), looked at the beautiful blue planet below. The Ethata combed the galaxy for others like themselves to aid in the wars against the Zyptz, and failed. Through sheer luck and determination the Ethata won the first few rounds of war and planned to deliver a killing blow which would set the Zyptz back eons and in another direction, but with the prescience common to their race they knew this would not be enough. The Zyptz were a blight on the galaxy. Having ruined their own planet they gobbled up others in quick succession and in only a few hundred generations left them as they left their own. If the Ethata took a pacifist role, all of the inhabitable planets in the galaxy would become hulking masses of technological and radioactive waste. Something had to be done.

  It was clear that one planetary population, on its own, could not defeat the enemy. The Ethata needed allies. Yet, their explorations of the galaxy had not uncovered a single technological humanoid species with which to align to continue the fight over the millennia necessary to assure survival of the human prototype.

  The Ethata debated long and hard attempting to come up with a suitable answer to their problem and found only one. If they looked further afield the Ethata were afraid that they might come upon a greater menace to their race than the Zyptz. The Ethata were stuck in a sociological choke hold. They could not go further without allies and they were no allies available.

  Having come across no humanoid civilization with which they could align, the Ethata decided to play a long game. They would go to M class planets in the habitable zone of middle class stars and look for places to seed. The requisite planet needed to be a hospitable host for higher forms of carbon based life; life that could have been the precursor to the Ethata themselves. The Ethata decided to make their own future humanoids to carry forth the fight for the survival of the galaxy against the depredations of the Zyptz.

  The seed planets needed to have an evolved a lower level humanoid population already positioned in several different locations across its face. For the first step of the plan to succeed, the population of the group of proto-humans needed to be robust; large enough to sustain genetic manipulation for fifteen to twenty generations of the Ethata breeding program. Their prescience told the Ethata that they and their own people would not survive the next crises in their current form and for humanoids to survive, the proto-humans needed to be nurtured and gently pushed in the direction that would allow them to eventually develop into a civilization capable of the level of technological achievement to put them into space and to eventually stand against the Zyptz.

  Caserius’ team was only one of the four GITs responsible for administering the genetic engineering protocols to move the precursor populations along the path to becoming fully human. His team’s assignment was a class M planet located in an isolated star cluster at the edge of the galaxy.

  His precognitive abilities told him that this group would be slow to develop. The team’s experience told them that the planet’s topography lent itself to the building of isolated nation states that would become tribal in nature. This isolation would result in dynastic and revolutionary wars which would impede the planet’s progress. But Caserius’ prescience told him that at some point in the future it would be necessary for this semi-isolated planet to be less sociologically and technologically evolved than the others.

  After three hundred years of careful and considerate husbanding of their charges, the GI Team was ready to leave. Perhaps the most important part of the expedition’s protocols involved maintaining an absolute veil of secrecy regarding their interactions with the candidate planet’s inhabitants. But on this planet, they were seen. Thus, his GI Team was mythologized. And future generations would recount tales of gods and visitors from the sky that bestowed greatness and the wonders of mortality on the human inhabitants of the planet.

  It was time for Caserius and his team to head home. He knew neither he, nor the Ethata, would survive to see the culmination of their work, but because of their work humans would one day be a force in the galaxy.

  Chapter 1

  “Blaze, with your serried columns!

  I will not bend the knee!

  The shackles ne’er again shall bind

  The arm which now is free.”

  —George Washington Patten

  Monday dawntine

  The communiqué arrived at the moment the Brightstar entered Earth orbit. The Security Council would meet with the Sarran Trade Delegation in secret at ten.

  The room was dimly lit. The walls and the bed linens were all various shades of green and gold. An opaque green sheet with a gold satin border laid carelessly half over Mark and half over the bed.

  “Why the deception? The Earthen people already know about us.” Dr. Mark Stern, now known as Prince Mark of EarthClan, sprawled in the huge hexagonal bed. Mark’s head lay in his Bonded’s lap. He shifted in the bed, unable to get comfortable. Thoughts of Earth and the life he led before he became a Sarran did that to him.

  Juraens twisted his fingers around a blonde curl.

  “They said that the public shouldn’t be informed about possible trade until the agreement is hammered out but I think there is something more.” Mark opened his eyes. “Morgan wants to see me before the meeting, at nine. The United States wants to gain an edge in treaty negotiations and if I know Morgan, he plans on using me to give him that edge. I’m also certain he wants me to spy for him on Sarran. I will not become a covert operative for that man, no matter what he threatens.”

  Juraens’ black eyes shot fire. “You are Sarran now. He has no right.”

  “That doesn
’t mean he won’t try.” Mark’s nostrils flared. The fact that he asked for a private meeting tells me all I need to know.” Mark exhaled slowly. “I don’t want to see him alone. I am no longer of Earth. I am Sarran. Things could get ugly fast.” Juraens continued to run his fingers through Mark’s hair. Mark’s fists clenched, tangling the gossamer sheets.

  “You still see Morgan through the eyes of a frightened child. He can do no longer do anything to hurt you.” Juraens kissed the top of his head. “As for you going alone, that was never going to happen, Treasured. I’ll go with you as is my right as your Bonded. You are very agitated this morning. Do you need the flogger?” Juraens took Mark’s hand and kissed his palm and fingers.

  “No, I haven’t needed the flogger since we completed our Bond on Sarran. I need you. I need to taste you and feel you. I wish you could push inside of me. I long for that ultimate completion.”

  Mark ran his hand up and down the satin half robe that lay open, partially covering the upper portion of Juraens’ body. The coal black fuzz on his Beloved’s legs tickled his nose. He moved his head up to Juraens’ chest and ran his fingers through the springy black hairs that formed a perfect tee over his pecs, down his sternum, to his cock.

  A warm blanket slipped over Mark’s consciousness as Juraens bathed him in his love. “Forget Morgan. He is less than nothing and holds no sway over you.” Juraens waved his hand in the air in dismissal.

  “You belong to Sarran now. I know this in my heart and soul.” Juraens held on to Mark, continuing to soothe with his hands and lips.

  “Soon we will have our fem and experience all of the aspects of Triad. I hear her soft whispers. She will be ours and then all three of us can be together as you wish. I know it’s hard for you to wait, Treasured. You did not grow up with Sarran law or customs.”

  “No harder than it is for you.” In a mercurial change of mood, Mark smiled at his Bonded and slid off Juraens’ lap, pulling him down into his arms. Mark moved his lower body out from under the sheet and opened Juraens’ robe, slipping it off his broad shoulders. Mark turned and considered his BondMate with a sparkle in his blue eyes. ::It’s only 5:00 tines. We have four tines until the meeting with that bastard. I suggest we not waste a mot::

  Juraens grabbed Mark’s face in his hands and ran his tongue along the seam of Mark’s mouth. ::I will make love to you and you will lose this sadness that has beset you since we arrived. What troubles you so?::

  ::I see Sarran and see the beauty of the Codex and I wonder if Earth can ever evolve to the point Sarran has already reached. When I deal with Morgan I feel dirty. These were my people and now all I see is greed and senseless power grabs.::

  ::Remember the Council Elders who turned their back on the Codex. We have the greedy and the power hungry on Sarran. We are not without fault and Morgan did give you to me.:: Juraens kissed Marks lips face and shoulders.

  ::No, it wasn’t Morgan, we found each other and because of that I found the Codex. Sarran seems much cleaner to me than Earth. There is honor on Sarran:: Mark’s love for his bonded shone through his eyes.

  ::There was honor on Earth. Here is where I found you. I will be forever grateful to Earth and even to Morgan for that. Let me distract you from you melancholy and put the smile back on your face, Treasured. I love your crooked smile.:: Juraens moved over Mark lining up their cocks. Both began to ooze slick from under the head. The first time it happened. Mark was surprised that his body was able to make the secretions, but Juraens told him that it came with the genetic change that made him Sarran.

  Juraens grabbed both of their cocks in his large hands and began to rub them against one another while kissing Mark deeply. Mark’s hands roamed over Juraens’ body. They stroked his face his arms, his thighs. It didn’t take long for the lovers to be on the brink. Mark’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his orgasm hit him. Juraens stroked twice more then followed Mark into ecstasy. They lay awhile in each other’s arms, sated.

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  Juraens got up, retrieved a wet cloth from the bathing chamber, wiped their cocks and stomachs, and then got back into bed. “Concierge, line open.”

  “How can I be of service,” the com said in a masculine voice.

  “Wake us at seven tines. Please have the fabricator make an egg sandwich over easy with bacon on a New York hard roll for Prince Mark and I’ll have some Pinner fruit and two scrambled eggs and some toasted pumpernickel.” Juraens took the cloth back into the bathing room. He returned and slid under the covers, spooning his Bonded from behind, his cock nestled between Mark’s thighs.

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  The WarriorPair decided to shower separately or they would never leave the cabin on time. Mark ate the hot breakfast that was waiting for him, overwhelmed at his Beloved’s thoughtfulness. While Juraens showered, Mark made coffee. They had fabricated the coffee pot TeBron had fixed for Syn to operate on Sarran current and Mark got Syn’s recipe. The smell of fresh coffee permeated the High Lord’s Quarters.

  Both Mark and Juraens expected to be billeted in regular officer quarters but TeBron and TeZaron told them that it was an open secret that they would be on the Council once they find their fem, so they were given Hi-Lords’ Quarters. Syn, as a surprise, designed a new decorating scheme using their house colors, green and gold.

  Mark and Juraens arrived for Mark’s meeting with General John Robert Morgan precisely at nine. They met in an anteroom off the council’s chambers. Morgan wasn’t in uniform. Juraens noticed that he didn’t look happy to see him accompanying Mark. Juraens inclined his head and presented the documents from the Elder Council that appointed him and his bonded as the official representatives of the Sarran Elder Council and therefore authorized to negotiate a trade agreement with the United Nations. The documents also appointed Commanders Saxon and Lucas to act as the ambassadors at large for this voyage, accountable only to Juraens and Mark. They were to research and hire an international law firm in addition to advertising and public relations firms as Mark advised the Council all three would be necessary.

  Morgan stood to greet them. “I thought we would have a private meeting, Mark.”

  “Cut the bullshit, Morgan. I see you’re in civilian clothing. What do they have you doing now, kidnapping more innocent children?” Mark’s lip curled.

  “There is no need for the open hostility, Mark. I thought we were beyond that.” Morgan put out his hand. Mark didn’t take it.

  “What do you want? Even if I did come alone, whatever you say to me will be conveyed to my Bonded through our mind link. We have no secrets from one other.” Mark walked over to the conference table.

  “I’ve been appointed as Special Ambassador to the United Nations to deal with interplanetary negotiations. They felt I had a better working knowledge of the Sarran mindset because we interacted well the last time you were here.” Morgan smiled. Juraens wanted to read him but couldn’t because the Codex forbade it unless he was broadcasting his thoughts. From his dealings with Mark, Morgan knew enough about psy to shield his sentiments.

  “We both know you are still in the clandestine services. Don’t try to bullshit me,” Morgan said, and gave a brief nod to Juraens at last, acknowledging his presence. Juraens took note of the slight.

  “You’ve got it wrong. I no longer spy. I am a security guard for TeZaron and TeBron and I practice medicine, but I operate in the light.”

  Morgan appeared floored at this new knowledge.

  Mark pulled out a chair and motioned for Juraens to sit next to him, giving Morgan the choice of one of the other two. Morgan chose to sit next to Juraens, opposite Mark. Juraens was well aware that the General wanted the tactical advantage of being able to see Mark’s face while he said what was on his mind.

  “Regardless of your current status, we want you to undertake a mission for us…”

  “No.” Mark was adamant. There was no room for negotiation.

  “You are still an American citizen. I can rescind your passport.” Juraens could tell that
Morgan was fuming because Mark refused to keep the meeting private and suspected Mark’s answer would send him well into apoplexy.

  “By the right of my Bond I am Sarran. I have renounced my American citizenship. My body is now Sarran as well as my mind. I chose this freely. I would not have returned to the covert services here on Earth even if I had not Bonded.” Mark looked at Morgan, his eyes steady and unblinking. Morgan turned away.

  Juraens sent his Treasured warm thoughts. ::It seems you were correct. He knows we want fems. He’s going to try to slip a spy in among them. Thank God we can read auras, or else we won’t know who she will be.::

  Morgan continued, “I have the power to make life very unpleasant for you and your Bonded. The other members of the Council know nothing about your psychic abilities,” Morgan said to Mark with heat.

  “And I have the power to take what we need and end this mission. I can also interdict and embargo this planet so that none of the other members of the Planetary Council will trade with Earth for five hundred years. And the Sarran fleet will enforce the embargo,” Juraens said in a voice of steel as he leaned across the table and grabbed the general by the throat. “You dare to threaten my Bonded.”

  Morgan’s eyes near popped out of his head.

  “If you do not wish to create an interplanetary incident, I would suggest that you and your country, if they are even behind this, back off. We bring medicines and technology to your planet free of charge and ask for little in return, but you cannot have Mark. He is Sarran and he is mine.” Juraens let Morgan go and stood up to his full height. At six foot seven, Juraens towered over the retired general who was only five foot nine in his boots. Juraens took out his com.

  “I am going to call your President and ask that she replace you as their chief trade negotiator.” Juraens’ temper was barely leashed.

  “Wait,” Morgan asked putting his hand on Juraens’ sleeve. “I was out of line. When I sent Mark to Sarran I didn’t think he would be lost to us. I tried to take advantage of our previous close relationship.”