Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2008 21:18:55 -0400
From: Ron <wolfwalker2@verizon.net>
Subject: TEEP Chapter 29

Aaron spooned tightly to Edward who was still asleep and noticed that not
only did he have his morning bone to contend with, but sometime in the
morning he had slid back inside Edward. Moving in and out slowly testing to
see if he was still slick enough Aaron fumbled around for the lube and
pulling almost all the way out let some lube drip onto his shaft and sliding
in and out a couple more times, he felt Edward was slick enough and capped
the lube before dropping it to the floor and worked on waking his partner up
in an enjoyable way.

Edward was having the most intense enjoyable dream, he was reliving the
evening before, all too real his mind thought, as he slowly came to the
realization that he was not experiencing a dream and groaned in pleasure as
he felt a hand stroking him as he opened his eyes, "God you're a Satyr," he
groaned as he felt the hand be replaced by a warm mouth at the same time his
own mouth was captured and he screamed his pleasure into the person kissing
him as he climaxed when he felt something splashing deep inside him.

Kevin rolling around the last of Edward's cum in his mouth, climbed up and
shared it with the person who it originally belonged to as he heard Aaron
tell Pete and him, "Good morning loves, did you come to join us in the
shower this morning?"

Staying inside Edward, Aaron maneuvered them both so they were standing and
then walked him to the shower without coming completely out  of his partner,
which caused no small amount of groaning. Once they made the shower, Edward
leaned back into Aaron slowly rocking his hips back and forth enjoying what
the hard cock was doing to him.

Feeling Kevin brush up against him with his morning hardness, Aaron reached
out and captured it with his hand and smiling as he kissed Kevin he drew him
close to Edward's back then he quickly switched positions so Kevin was
buried deep inside Edward, and giving him a slight nudge he chuckled as
Edward groaned when Kevin started to thrust, intent on release.

Touching the controls for the shower they were hit from all sides by the
warm, almost hot water, pulling Pete close, Aaron picked up the soap and
once he built up a good lather, he started to wash Pete as Pete started to
wash him and they both grinned as they watched Kevin and Edward go at it.,
"So why the wakeup call this morning," Aaron asked, as a way to start off
the conversation.

Looking at Edward, even though he looked lost to passion, for safety Pete
pathed, "We both wanted to get back to those other two messages, at least
before we had chores to do plus you need to introduce the core to Mark and
Tommy..." he trailed off as he looked up at Aaron, "I never thought to ask
when they are going to be released, how long does the process take," he
turned around so his back could be washed as Kevin groaned in climax and he
felt something hit his leg now that the surround water was off, looking down
at the white globs dripping down he looked back over and giggled at the
expression on Edward's face, he never realized he had hit him with cum he
was so lost to the sensations he had experienced.

Chuckling, Aaron reached down and soaped up Pete's leg before answering, "It
varies between forty five and forty eight hours, depending on how much
damage has to be repaired along with the resequencing, I expect Brian to
take longer as Tommy has already gone through the bio-tube once already to
repair and fix the damage to his body while a prisoner at the reeducation
farm." Handing the soap back to Pete so he could turn around and get his
back washed, "though I need to release them together so they can help each
other release sexual tensions, otherwise I would be spending my whole
morning in and out of the shower."

Pete laughed at the image that popped in his mind, "What a way to spend the
morning though," he handed the soap to Kevin so they could start washing up.

Five minutes later after Kevin had thoroughly washed Edward and washed
himself Aaron touched the controls and turned on the surround jets one last
time to make sure everyone was good and rinsed and laughed at the drowned
expression and coughing Edward experienced before turning on the drying
cycle causing more laughter as Edward's face was certainly expressive this
morning.

"Do you guys wake up this early every morning," Edward saw it was only half
past five in the morning according to the clock on the night table.

"Early..." Pete glanced at the clock, "well shit we're late," he giggled
before placing a hand on the confused Brit's shoulder, "actually, we all are
pretty much early risers, we get most of our morning chores out of the way
before breakfast and then most mornings we spend working on the tutor and
then our own personal projects until lunch."

"After lunch before afternoon chores, we pretty much do whatever we want,
though most of us hit the tutor again for a short bit and finish off any
homework or whatever we want until supper," Kevin added in as they walked up
the stairs to Aaron's office.

"We try to eat as a family, and supper especially, but unless like the night
Tim and Pete spent with you and Andrew and your cousin, after supper we
spend as a family doing something together, after all, we have this huge
recreation center, and as you saw last night unless there is a reason
otherwise we break up into groups within the Clan for bed partners, which
like this morning, does not mean you won't find someone else in your bed for
a little morning fun." Aaron explained before smiling at the rest of the
Clan waiting outside his entrance so they could port up to the farms for
chores.

Spotting Richard over with Fred and Kenny, arms around the shoulders of Pat
and Doug, he thought about it and did not remember giving those two the talk
about what and who they could play with and how far they could go, so he
hoped that nothing happened last night that they were not ready for,
"Richard what time did you plan on setting out this morning for your day's
events?"

David, who saw the speculative look on Aaron's face moved over close enough
to be heard, "I gave those two the talk last night, they know that the most
they can do with someone other than Damien and Kenny is oral if the person
agrees and it does not hurt their mouth during the blow job. They watched
Richard and Kenny last night so I told them anything they wanted to do
outside their age group they had to ask you first," laughing, David leaned
in as he looked at the blush on Richards face as he realized he was being
talked about, "Richard was a perfect gentleman last night and Kenny was in
seventh heaven, he screamed out in his orgasm that he finally was one of
us," he whispered the last, as Richard had moved close enough to hear.

"I didn't know when Tommy and Brian would join us, not knowing we would be
spending the night here instead of on board the Asclepius, so I did not plan
to leave until ten this morning," Richard smiled tentatively, not sure what
had been said about him.

"Relax Richard," Aaron grinned, feeling the nervousness and dipping in his
surface thoughts, or as he was trying to teach the new Alteran's the public
mind, "David just told me you were the perfect gentleman last night and
Kenny enjoyed himself immensely."

"What about Sunday, did you plan anything for tomorrow?" Aaron asked, as the
Clan started to break up into groups and port out, those that could port
taking those who could not port yet with them.

"I originally did not plan anything, but after your comment about horses
yesterday, I called Edwards Pony Club and they are setting up several
breeders in the area to showcase some of their stock for sale, they know you
want pleasure ponies for first time riders, so they'd better not bring their
expensive show stock or I'll be cross," Richard frowned.

Aaron laughed as Richard was as cute as Mark when talking about his dealings
with Livestock Sales, Damien and the young group came over, ready to go
topside, "Alrighty, time to start our day," he closed his eyes and pulled at
the gestalt that was still active across the lawn and grinned when he was
successful and ported the entire group to the vet barn. Making for the
gestalt chair, Aaron sat down, logged into the terminal and activated the
gestalt.

"What happened?  Last time you guys did that teleporting thing, there was
this big light show, how come it did not happen this time?" Edward was
confused, as he looked around at the barn, and Richard giggled at him as he
raced Kenny for his hauler when Edward glared at him.

"Come on over here a minute, Edward," Aaron waved him over and once Edward
made his way over to stand next to the chair, he smiled at him, he had
already planted the secrecy trigger in all three princes, long ago, "the
reason there was no light show, is that none of us were wearing the LSB, or
the light show belt as Pete calls it, teleportation is a natural ability all
Alteran's can do it, along with telepathy and telekinesis."

Pulling Edward close, so that he was sitting on his lap, "We do not want to
let the world know about our abilities, well, except for certain people we
know we can trust, otherwise one of our biggest fears is that we would be
hunted as breeding stock, so as long as people think it is all technology,
the younger ones are safe when they go out into your world."

Surprise, hurt and then understanding and pride raced, one after the other
in Edward's mind as he realized the trust they were showing his brother and
cousin, "As much as I would like to say it would never happen and that your
being paranoid, the grownup in me that is starting to come out, says you're
right and to be careful."

"As careful as a virgin in a room of horny perverts," Aaron smiled, as
Edward dissolved in laughter, relaxing into his body as his intended joke
had the desired effect.

Tim, having finished filling the feed hoppers at the Aquaculture facility,
spent the last half hour before heading back, checking his email, not
finding anything worthwhile really, he was about to log off when one last
email appeared in his in box opening it up, he noticed the little icon that
appeared next to the sender's name, showing he was logged into one of the
chat programs. Reading through the email, he frowned as it was a plea for
help and bringing up the chat interface, he logged into the chat room and
sent a private message to the sender.

Alteran_Security: You're lucky I was at the terminal when your email came in

Baby_Brother_69: Prove it how did I sign the second paragraph

Alteran_Security: A frightened and confused brother

Baby_Brother_69: Oh gods, you are real

Alteran_Security: What is going on that you need help

Baby_Brother_69: My brother was sold by my parents last week

Alteran_Security: SOLD????

Baby_Brother_69: Yes, look someone is coming I need to go before he gets
here

Alteran_Security: Wait can you get to the Grand Street station in half an
hour, wear a red hat or something so I know it's you

Baby_Brother_69: Yes

Tim stared as the screen name blinked off the screen and tried to think who
he could get to go with him and how to do this; finally he sent out a
message, "Aaron I need to see you in private, it's important."

Aaron reading through the med bay logs and bio-tube scans of the twenty two
new patients tilted his head sideways as he logged out of the system, "Where
are you, I'll port over?" hearing Tim's reply of "Sea Farm," he apologized
to Edward and the others and told them he would meet them for breakfast in a
few minutes, he had something he needed to talk over with Tim, and ported
over to the Sea Farm office, "what's up Tim?"

Standing up so Aaron could sit, after patting the seat Tim settled down onto
his lap as he pulled the terminal over and replayed the email and chat log
so Aaron could read it. After finishing it, Aaron wrapped his arms around
his lover and settled back in the chair to think about it, "What do you want
to do about this?"

Tim looked up in surprise, "You're going to let me handle this anyway I want
to?"

"Of course I would, within reason, just like I would let Kevin, Pete or any
of the others handle it. I'm not about to wrap you up in cotton wool to keep
you safe, if you want to handle this, then go ahead, if you want me to
handle it, I'll do so," sensing the confusion from Tim, he smiled, "Tim, I
trust you...you'll do the right thing. Tell me what you want me to help with
or even just bounce your ides off of me, for feedback."

Sighing as he melted into the embrace, Tim thought about it, "I think I can
handle this, but I'll need a team and since Friedrich is not up and about
like normal, I figure he got back late last night, so I don't know who else
to contact."

"Kyle I think, he is head of Altair Minor security, so tell him to put
together a team, remember, you don't always have to do everything yourself,
you know you need security so pick one person and then have them put a team
together, it works better in the emergency extractions, like this is going
to turn about to be," Aaron pointed out.

"Well, would you contact him, I don't ever remember meeting him, so without
a face, I can't path him, the only other thing is, I wish I knew where the
hell this subway station is, the terminal just pulled up the closest one to
his house," Tim not only sounded frustrated, he fidgeted as he found the
huge flaw in his plan.

"We can fix that one easily, by hacking into the New York subway system's
cameras and using them for our eyes," Aaron pulled the terminal over and
while his hands were doing the hacking, he pathed Kyle, "Kyle, I need you
and a team assembled at the Sea Farm in ten minutes, this is an extraction;
Tim is in charge." Chuckling at the image of Kyle jumping in the shower, he
pulled up the video feed of the subway station.

Closing his eyes, Tim visualized the out of the way corner he saw in the
monitor and feeling that he had a good visualization, he ported his clothes
from his closet then started to get dressed and went over his plan as he
pulled up his pants, "So we port in to that corner over there, out of sight
of everyone but the cameras, so we won't cause a huge stir with the crowd,
giving us a bit of time before the cops show up, we can be gone by then, we
just need a place to port to, after getting baby brother 69. Then we find
out what is going on, and then find out who his parents sold his brother to,
before setting up a rescue...where the hell does someone go to sell people to
and where do they end up?"

"I know of an out of the way place in central park," Kyle said, as he and
his three man team walked into the open sided office," very private, and no
one goes there except after heavy rains to check out the drainage ditch."

"Most of those sold into slavery; end up in the middle east in a brothel or
possibly in a whore house in the states or Japan," Terry told them, as
everyone turned to stare at him, fidgeting, he got defensive, "What?  I
worked as a cop for a while until they made it clear that the only good
thing my kind was good for was being bait," he looked down as he remembered
hearing his training partner discuss him, "easily expendable bait."

Tim grinned, "Sorry Kyle, but your man here just became leader of your team,
he knows what we are dealing with."

"Better than any of the rest of them it looks like. Terry, unless Tim says
otherwise or you pull something stupid, your team leader," Kyle told him, as
Aaron noticed the young Asian kid looking frightened, hugging a pack that
looked just right for a laptop.

"Well, I think your extraction target just walked in," Aaron pointed out the
kid wearing the red hat sideways on the screen, "I'll do the honors and port
you over, stay safe or else." He told them as Tim smiled that he was ready.

Arriving at the subway terminal, Terry asked as the team moved out, "What
did he mean or else?"

"Just what he said, stay safe or he turns New York into a lake, spread out,
while I go approach the kid asking for help," Tim told them, as he looked
into the camera and felt the seconds ticking by as their time started to run
out.

Being careful not to appear threatening, Tim slowly walked around the edge
of the subway station towards where the kid was standing, sensing the fear
coming of the kid, Tim leaned back on the wall near the kid and tried to
decide what to do, the kid was scared out of his mind. "I hope baby brother
69 isn't too scared to show up," he muttered to himself, loud enough for the
kid to hear, catching the kid perking up out of the corner of his eye, he
held back the smile that threatened to cross his face. "I would hate to be a
frightened and confused brother in this city," that did it, as the kid
launched himself off the wall in his direction the relief the kid was
feeling was palpable.

"Please, we need to leave quickly before my father finds us, I think I lost
him," the kid said as he ran over.

 "We'll leave the same way I and my team arrived come on," Tim pointed back
to the way he had come as the rest of his team closed in, sensing the fear
returning, "relax, they are part of my team, their job is to make sure we
get out of here without getting hurt." Pathing as he walked quickly, as he
heard sirens getting louder, "Kyle, give everyone the visualization of where
we need to go, I think we overstayed our welcome."

Getting a very good picture along with part of an old feeling of sex, Tim
grinned, "Take hold of my hand we are about to be ported out," Tim held out
his hand, as the sirens stopped, he knew what would be happening next. Once
the kid touched him he ported to the drainage ditch and took a minute to
glance around as the kid rubbed his eyes and Tim thought he was deciding
whether to freak out or not, but worry over his brother seemed to have won
out.

Dropping to the ground, the kid pulled the old laptop out of his pack and
turned it on, "I copied over father's emails and everything I could find on
my brother."

"Why in the world would your parents sell your brother?" Tim asked, as he
walked around so he could look at the screen.

"Because my baby brother is the second born son and in his eyes worthless,
so when he needed money, mother suggested he sell him, I almost told them I
was dôseiaisha, so they would not sell him but feared for my life, my shame
drove me to ask you for help, instead of my death."  Ichiro told them as he
opened up the files for them to look at.

"Where is your father now?" Tim asked, as he walked away, thinking how to
best get the information they needed, "Do you know who your father sold you
brother to?"

Ichiro looked up, "Yes, he sold him to Yon Kim over at the produce market in
China Town, I can take you there," he quickly turned off the laptop and
folded it, as he stuffed it into his pack, looking around, he had no clue
where he was, or which direction to start in.

"I know an alley near China town, Pell Street, we can port there and walk
in," Terry offered as he pictured the alley clearly, so everyone would have
a clear idea of where they were going.

"Yes, it is a short walk to the produce market from Pell Street," Ichiro
shouldered his pack as he looked around to see who he should follow.

"If you promise..." Tim thought about the few kung fu shows he had seen,
"Promise on your honor, that if we take you with us instead of sending you
someplace safe, you will stay within touching distance of Kyle," Tim pointed
Kyle out, as he moved closer to the boy.

"I give you my word of honor," Ichiro promised, as he moved over to Kyle,
and then remembered he did not introduce himself, "I am Ichiro and my
brother is Shoji, thank you for helping me."

"Everyone know where we are going?" Tim asked, and waited for each to look
at him and say they were ready, "Ichiro, hold on to Kyle and he'll take you
the same way we came here, teleportation."

Being the last to port in, Tim was surprised to hear the scuffling as two of
the guards took out several men who had jumped them once they arrived.
Before Tim had a chance to ask what was going on, Terry lifted the sleeve on
one of the men, "Chinese tong, one of the local gangs more than likely, not
nice people, generally."

"Leave them...disabled so they don't follow us, we need to get a move on," Tim
glanced at them for a moment before dismissing them as he pointed for Ichiro
to take the lead.

Following Ichiro closely, the five of them quickly made it the few hundred
feet to the produce market and Ichiro pointed out Yon Kim, an older bald
headed man, sitting at the table off to the one side, "The market is
closed," Tim told his people, as they moved into the room and he went over
and approached the old man, pulling the seat out and sitting down as his
guards cleared the store; Tim looked closely at the old man and dipping into
his surface thoughts, he smiled at the anger he found there.

"You bought someone that you should not have, tell me where Shoji is, and
before you say Shoji who, it would be Ichiro's brother," Tim pointed to the
kid in question, and listened in to the thoughts that ran through the man's
mind. So they had left two days ago by a cargo freighter, the Yin Kong, Tim
smiled at that bit of information, "your sure he is aboard the Yin Kong
then, I would not like to have to come back here after finding out you lied
to me."

Kim was frightened, "Yaoguai," he spat out in fear, as he tried to get as
far away as he could from the demon child.

"Oh I'm not a demon," Tim smiled, as he motioned for Terry to take the man,
"I'm so much more frightening than a simple demon...I'm Alteran, from the
kingdom of Altare."

Closing his eyes and concentrating on the gestalt bridge on the Ares, Tim
smiled as the visualization was clear and precise, meaning they could port
into the Ares, "He comes with us, next stop the Ares, if you need a clear
visualization, take it now."

Kyle, taking a good hold of the kid, ported to the gestalt bridge he had
taken the visualization from Tim's mind, and shortly, he was joined by Terry
with the prisoner and the rest of the team along with Tim. Tim, after
sitting down in the center seat, logged into the terminal and opened the
bridge doors while activating the alarms, plunging the bridge into a deep
blue and causing the crew to have a mild heart attack as the computer droned
out "Battle Stations...Battle Stations."

Joe was sitting, talking to his second in command, discussing the results of
the readiness tests when he heard the wall behind him start to move and
jumped, dropping his coffee as the lights plunged into deep blue and the
battle stations alarm started to go off, swiveling around in his command
chair, his eyes bugged out as he saw Tim sitting in the middle chair
surrounded by guards and one of them was holding a Chinese man to the
ground, "Tim? What is going..."

"You are to target a freighter out of New York as of two days ago, named Yin
Kong, Enroute to ..." Tim glanced at the prisoner and dug deeper into his
brain causing him to scream out in pain, as he clutched his head, "En-route
to Thailand, plot an intercept point."

Standing up and walking over to the gestalt deck railing, Joe looked at the
serious expression on Tim's face, "Do it," he ordered, as he glanced at the
old Chinese man sobbing on the floor from the mental probing. "Release an
SE110, let's put an eye in the sky Mr. Trenton," Joe continued to eye the
prisoner before glancing up to Kyle for an explanation.

"That is a slaver, seems he bought Ichiro's brother, and two days ago,
loaded him and others aboard the Yin Kong for their final destination as
pleasure workers," Tim turned his head and glared at the man, "sounds so
much better, in his mind at least, instead of calling them whores."
Directing his mind towards the man who cried out in pain once more, Tim sat
back stunned, "Two hundred and fifty kids?"

Joe stood there gripping the railing as he swung his head around so he could
glare at the man before releasing the rail as his navigator called out,
"Contact, Yin Kong sighted and targeted, dropping locator beacon and
commencing multiple portation of SE110's, now blanketing the ship."

Activating the gestalt generator, Tim glowed with energy as he concentrated
on what he wanted to do, and the rest of his team stepped back, several feet
away from the chairs as the energy hit them. Thankful that Aaron had taken
the time to show the Clan how to do this, Tim felt for the mass of the Ares
and with a sharp bob to the ship to get the feel for it, he ported them to
the sonar beacon.

Joe glanced over his shoulder to see Tim sitting there taking all the power
that the gestalt was putting out, he had tried a smaller version during
training and the power rush was incredible and Tim sat in the center of one
that he could feel the power surging around him, all the way across the
deck, incredible.

Tim was getting overwhelmed with power, placing the gestalt in hibernation
he still had too much power, "Aaron it hurts...it's too much power," he
finally pathed, as he winced. And he instantly felt Aaron's presence in his
mind, "push the power towards me love, where are you?"

Relaxing as he did what Aaron asked after being shown how, Tim pathed back,
"Sitting 200 meters under and to the stern of the Yin Kong, a freighter with
over two hundred fifty slaves on board, we're waiting for the scans to
complete so we can rescue them, not sure yet what to do with them once I get
them on board, but they will be free."

"Since you've proved to yourself you can port large objects like the Ares
over distance, "Aaron sent a chuckle along, "port yourself near Altair Minor
and have Joe dock, we'll deal with them at the hospital, once you get here.
I'll come up with something that works until we find out how many need to be
reunited with their families, remember when you use the war gestalt, you
need to not accept the power until needed, it is too easy to sit and let it
flow into you like the other gestalts."

Tim smiled as he felt Aaron leave, but there was still a slight presence
near in the back of his mind, the smile happened just as the SE110's started
sending video of the freighter and its crew and his team took the smile the
wrong way, thinking he had come up with a plan, which in a way he did as he
still had a lot of energy left over, and seeing the captain walking into a
cabin alone, he prepared to port him over. "Kyle, prisoner incoming," Tim
warned them as he picked up the captain of the freighter and ported him to
the gestalt deck.

Kyle, forewarned, grabbed the man as soon as he appeared, had his arms
behind his back and on his knees facing Tim within seconds.

Tim, remembering finally, the neural imager and crystal in his pocket,
brought both out and stood up, Kevin could use the image to track down all
this jerk's money and contacts, he thought, as he placed it on the slaver's
forehead, freeing up Terry from guard duty. Terry on his part, was
fascinated as he had heard about the neural imager but had never seen one
used before.

Standing in front of the captain of the Yin Kong, Tim stared at him like one
would a diseased rat that was about to be put down, "How do we safely get
those kids and other slaves out of the holds they are in?" he was curious at
all the safety features that flashed through the man's mind, before he
became furious after finding out about the failsafe they had installed, if
they were boarded and it looked like their human cargo would be found; a
switch could be pushed which would flood the holds where the slaves were
chained to the decks, with crude oil, making them unseen, unless it was
pumped out.

Furious, Tim stalked down the two steps to the bridge with tears in his
eyes, as he approached Joe, "Those monsters chained them to the decks so
they could not move and they have a button they can push to flood the holds
with crude oil to keep the people from being discovered." Calming down, as
he felt Aaron's comforting presence grow stronger, he closed his eyes as he
took a deep breath, telling himself he could do this, then opening them
again, he moved to the screen and pointed, "This hold here and here, and
this is the last one, these are the holds with the captives in them."

Not even waiting to be ordered to do so, Rod directed the three closest
SE110's to the air shafts leading to the holds and sent them down so they
could get a visual on what they were dealing with and none of them were
happy as they saw the filth and cramped close quarters of the holds.

Tim sighed, "It would be an ecological disaster to sink the freighter, and
didn't I read that at one time captured ships were condemned and their
cargos sold off for doing things like this, or was it all made up in the
novel I was reading?"

Terry walked down to stand near Tim and handed him a clipboard with a stack
of papers, "Kyle ported in his manifest, or the legal one, not sure what
else he is hiding on the ship, we would have to dock it somewhere and pick
it apart to truly find out."

Tim glanced through the papers at least the ones he could read, and tried to
make sense of it, there were a lot of things listed as being in those
containers and must be worth a lot of money he thought, remembering seeing
similar ships unload in Florida and all the expensive, at the time, things
he could not afford to have. Handing the clipboard to Joe, he watched the
monitor for a moment as he listened to the ideas floating around him on how
best to secure the pipes leading into the holds so no oil could be dropped,
along with Kyle's suggestion to port every single one of the crew over here
first, so that there is no chance of someone hitting the button before they
could secure the pipes.

"Can't you just port all of them in, just like you did the Captain?" Rod
asked, as there was a lull in ideas, and he twisted in his seat to look at
Tim.

"Not until they are out of the chains, the distance is too far for me to
break them even using the gestalt," Tim answered, distracted as he glanced
over his shoulder towards the captain who was now bound and still on his
knee's the glimmer of a plan forming in his mind. "Now I know next to
nothing about ships, but how long could a ship like that run without a
crew?"

"If the auto pilot is engaged until they ran into another ship or hit land,"
Joe told him, as he handed the clipboard back to Kyle, "and as far as you
asking about seizing the vessel, well it was done all the time in the past,
and mainly it still happens in certain countries today. But I never did ask
how Aaron wanted to deal with something like this; if you seize that
freighter and her cargo, it will be worth hundreds of millions after being
sold."

"Enough to give those that decide not to join us a good start at life
again," Tim smiled before turning to Joe, "so what needs to be done to seize
the vessel, besides capturing the crew, I can port it to just outside the
kingdom barrier, but it would not be able to sail in under its own power."

"If you're going to be porting the freighter, I think shutting it down would
be the way to go, I could have a crew shut it down safely without damage in
half an hour," Rod looked at Joe for permission who deferred to Tim.

Tim, his eyes on the Captain as he skimmed his surface thoughts felt sick to
his stomach with some of the panicked thoughts going through the man's mind,
thoughts of things that he hoped no one would find out about. Being a
telepath had its benefits, and also its drawbacks, as Tim felt dirty, "So
how many controls or buttons are there on that ship to control the
failsafe," he asked, as all eyes turned to him and then followed Tim's gaze
towards the prisoner who was wincing, as some of the newly resequenced had
yet to learn to control their power.

Satisfied at the answer of two, and the location being in his quarters and
on the bridge, Tim turned away as one of the other crew members asked, "is
it an open circuit that needs to be closed or is it something that the power
going off would cause it to open the valves, or is it a timer that you have
to push it every so often?"

Raising an eyebrow Tim looked at Joe who laughed, "Tyler Cook, weapons
officer and explosives expert."

Tim looked at the skinny young man and smiled, "So, a person with an
insatiable need to make things go boom," smiling sadly at Joe, he shook his
head as he cast his eyes towards the deck, "Must be a virgin," he sighed
dramatically, "otherwise he would trade in his weapons for something a
little more close and personal to fire off."

Tyler's smile suddenly left his face as his crewmates laughed at him, "Hey
now, I'm not a virgin, just horizontally denied," he joined in the good
natured laughter.

Tim, all business, now that his tension was relieved glanced at Joe, "Do you
have security on board that can join with Terry and his team to go over
there and secure that ship, and the good captain over there will tell Terry
how to unlock the chains and then I'll start porting them over in groups."
Tim started to look around the bridge as people started to suddenly get
busy, "I'll need to have the crew of the Ares try to calm the kids down as
they are brought over and..." Tim started to walk back to the gestalt deck,
"I'll port them into the hanger deck."

Sitting down but not bringing the gestalt out of hibernation, Tim looked
across the bridge, "I want that ship dead in the water and without power as
soon as possible, Terry, you'll take your teams to the holds and free the
kids and round them up in groups of ten, so I can port them to safety,"
bringing the monitors to life he brought up the live feed to the main hanger
deck, before typing in a query to bring up the feed to the brig.

By now, twenty people had made their way to the bridge and Tim pointed to
one side of his chair, "Terry's team over there, and the bridge team on the
other side." he let his fingers activate the gestalt and this time, did not
let the power sink into him, which was a lot harder to do as he started to
port the freighters crew one by one into the holding cells in the brig.

Once he had only the bridge crew left, Tim looked at Terry's group, "Porting
in three," he warned them so they would not be startled before porting them
over. He felt slightly drained which surprised him, as he had all this power
available to use, he made a mental note to ask Aaron about it later as he
looked at the bridge crew on the monitor and ported them as quickly as he
could to the holding cells before porting Rod's crew over to the bridge.
"Joe, surface the Ares," he sounded incredibly tired as Kyle went over
towards the red cabinet near the door, remembering red always seemed to
stand for high energy food and drinks. Finding several of the energy drinks
he picked up two of the bottles along with some type of packaged bar and
brought them over to Tim.

Seeing a red bottle appear before his tired eyes, Tim smiled; even his smile
was tired, he thought as he took hold of the bottle and twisted the top off
so he could take a gulp. "Thanks, for some reason, even with all this energy
around me, I'm beat."

"Not sure what it is, but the outside says standard fifteen thousand calorie
bar," Kyle handed it over as he stood there in the energy storm next to the
chair, he was finding it easier to ignore it now that he had been exposed to
it for a while.

Taking a bite of the bar, Tim made a face, "This tastes like shit," before
chuckling, "well it really has no taste, this sucks compared to the stuff
Aaron keeps around," he complained, even though he ate the bar in four
bites, thankfully Kyle handed him another energy drink to wash the taste out
of his mouth. Feeling less tired and more human, he wondered if he was going
to be able to handle this rescue, after all, it was a lot of porting to do
in a short amount of time and something he was going to have to watch, not
to overdo it.

Watching the monitors, Tim missed the spectacular view of the Ares
surfacing, he only glanced over to the windows after they surfaced as the
battle plate lowered to let in bright sunlight and it distracted him.
Checking the monitor, and seeing several members of the crew on the hanger
deck, mostly pilots, he thought from their clothes, the first group of
rescued kids were ready to port over and he opened himself to the gestalt
and finished the energy drink before porting the first group over.

Tired, grumpy, eating more of that bland energy shit instead of Aaron's nice
tasty donuts, Tim glared at Joe when a voice came across the speaker,
"Unidentified vessel, state your intentions towards freighter...this is the
USS Howard, please identify yourself."

"Well, if it isn't by the book Sterns himself," Joe spat out in disgust,
"Standard Alteran protocol, send a text message to the Howard, identifying
ourselves, and that we are in the process of a rescue mission," twisting
around and seeing the frown on Tim's face, so much like Aaron's. "Find out
where she is, in relation to our position, I need to know if she can see us
or they if only have us on radar."

"Trenton to Ares, Yin Kong is dead in the water, all systems shut down, we
are regrouping to bridge for teleportation."

Tim thankfully took another of the energy drinks and went back to work he
was down to the final hold now, and hopefully he could get everyone ported
over before the other ship got close, if worse came to worse, he would just
have to deal with the job while under water.

"Alteran ship Ares, state the nature of your rescue mission."

"Jeesh it's none of his business what the nature of the rescue is," Kyle
handed another energy bar to Tim, while noticing the bridge crew was now
back on board as the last of the kids just ported in.

"`The Howard is in visual range and a mile and a half stern of us, and she
is actively pinging us," Rod called out as he took his seat.

"Well that is very rude of the piss ant," Joe grumbled, as he felt eyes
boring into the back of his head from the direction of the gestalt deck,
looking over his shoulder he paled at the anger on Tim's face.

Glancing back at the monitor, Tim felt for the mass of the Yin Kong and
pulling massive amounts of energy from the gestalt, he ported it to the
place he knew best that could hold ships. Tim ported the massive vessel to
the underwater construction docks and as it appeared in the empty slip, it
caused all sorts of alarms to ring out and the automatics to kick in.
hearing endless veiled threats once again over the speaker, Tim growled out,
"Standby porting...now" before porting the Ares to just outside the dock at
Altair Minor, and collapsing in the chair holding his head.

Aaron standing near the docks waiting for the Ares to show up, let a wave of
pride in Tim's accomplishments show, as the Ares appeared a couple of
hundred feet from the dock, "Well done Tim," he pathed happily, but became
concerned when all he received back was pain. Grabbing his scanner and
porting a med kit to his hand Aaron took a step and ported to the gestalt
deck on board the Ares.

"Attention on Deck."

Running the scanner over Tim, Aaron looked at Kyle, "What the hell has Tim
been doing to have his endorphin levels this out of whack? It's almost like
he's been constantly using..." he trailed off as he realized his error, he had
been constantly porting large numbers of people and objects around, and that
was the cause of the strain. Opening up the med kit, he pulled out the
sensor and applied it and pulled out a syringe with a mild pain killer and
injected it into Tim's thigh muscle.

Pain starting to go away, Tim opened his eyes and tried to smile at Aaron,
"Home...I made it," he whispered as he felt Aaron touch his face.

"You did real good Tim, and I'm sorry that I did not think things through,
rest now love. Rest Timothy Stranton, rest," Aaron smiled at Tim's attempt
of a smile as he scooped him up in his arms and glanced over to Joe, "Dock
and start getting the kids unloaded, I'll meet you and the entire crew on
the dock in ten minutes," he smiled as he ported the two of them directly
into the Clan Med Bay.

Laying Tim down on the bio-bed Aaron quickly removed Tim's clothing and then
placed the chest sensor and activated the bio-beds systems. "Aaron you have
to see this, it's incredible," came the duel pathed message from Pete and
Kevin.

"Where are you two, I thought you went with the others back to England?"
Aaron pathed as he got flashes from their minds of them being in the core,
finishing stripping Tim down, he decided to attach the IV cuff to help
stabilize Tim faster.

"Aaron where are you, I saw Tim lying asleep with medical sensors on?" Pete
was worried over the flash he had gotten from Aaron's mind.

"Clan med bay, and yes, Tim is slightly stretched at the moment is the best
way to describe it I guess," Aaron sighed as he read the scan reports, Tim
needs to be careful for a week or so but no lasting damage was done,
deciding against a limiter for the moment, he was about to walk out when
Pete and Kevin rushed in.

"What happened," Pete was beside himself with worry as he stopped next to
the bio-bed and pulled his hand back as he was about to caress Tim's hair.

"I screwed up...when Tim told me his trip to pick up one kid for rescue turned
into a rescue of over two hundred fifty kids sold into slavery, I did not
take into account that none of the people on the Ares had learned to port
yet." Aaron sighed, "He'll be fine when he wakes up, though he will miss out
on your outing today, he'll be sore and achy as if he overdid it exercising,
that and it looks like he continually munched out on high energy bars, which
is a good thing in the long run, but he will want to sleep as his body is
demanding rest right now."

"Why didn't he call for backup, he had to know one of us would have come and
helped him?" Pete pulled a chair over so he could sit and be with Tim while
he slept.

Kevin laughed in relief, "You have to ask that?" This is Tim we're talking
about, if he thought asking for help would count against him in his ordeal,
he would refuse to even consider it. Remember how he would look out for us
while on the street."

"I guess, who would ever think that he was the one looking out for us, of
the three of us, he was the youngest," Pete pulled himself out of the pity
he was starting to feel by reminding himself how great his life was now,
"how long does he have to stay here?  It's not too bad if he is not in a
bio-tube, right?"

"The system will keep him asleep until morning, after that, he'll wake up
when he is ready to, but he will be on complete rest for the next couple of
days, meaning not using his gifts at all, and he'll tire easily over the
next couple of days, so chores are out of the question." Aaron moved out of
the hug he was giving Kevin and moved over to Pete's side so he could give
Pete a much needed hug, "What was so exciting about the last two messages
that had you so fired up?"

"Oh yeah," Pete bounced back smiling, "You would not believe what your
future self did?"

"You mean beyond the space station he built that is more like a colony
ship?" Aaron sounded intrigued.

"Oh much more interesting, and way beyond that little old station," Kevin
chuckled. "Seems he rebuilt the colony on Sigma Gamma Alpha Centaur, the
message was notification that it was ready to be moved into."

Aaron froze as he thought about that little tidbit, what the hell, he
thought, why are things happening so much faster than they had planned for.
A few hundred people is a far cry from the thousands he expected to have
before he even thought about checking out the system this restart began
from. "And the other message?"

"That's the coolest one of all, it's an AK019 ready for trials," Pete
sounded ecstatic and got a dreamy look in his eyes.

Aaron looked at Pete like he lost his mind, glancing at Kevin who was
silently chuckling, "I'm almost afraid to ask."

"It's a huge space ship, not only that, but it has a list of forty eight
different life supporting planets on the opposite side of the galaxy, seems
they will all support human life and let us prosper, but they all had one
small flaw when the others went looking for a new world," Kevin pointed to
Pete's obvious boner, seems he had gotten stiff at being reminded about the
ship. "They all have some form of animal life on them, though not
intelligent by any stretch of the imagination, so these messages have
created more problems in the long run than they were worth," Kevin's dig hit
home and he laughed at Pete's outraged expression.

Aaron grew thoughtful, "We'll discuss this later on tonight, but we might
have to go into extreme active recruiting mode to be able to utilize the new
options given to us and it might give us a way to channel some countries
into another outlet...we'll have to think on it some more, but I have to get
back to help with the new kids Tim rescued, I'll see you at supper time."

A kiss to all three of his lovers and Aaron ported to the docks still deep
in thought over the new revelations and the problems it created, "Sorry,
Eric." Aaron apologized as he bumped into the teen on his way to help some
of the younger kids out of the shackles. Receiving a smile in return, he
watched Eric bend down to touch another shackle and it to fall apart before
directing the boy to the waiting medical staff for a quick checkup.

Seeing that most of the kids had been taken care of, and spotting Joe and
the crew of the Ares off to one side, Aaron made his way over and groaned
when he heard someone shout, "Attention on Deck."

"Well shit, I don't have to take this," Aaron groaned to their laughter
before waving the double bird at them, "At ease or whatever you want to call
it." Grinning he waited until they all settled down, "First off, well done,
you successfully pulled together and pulled off the biggest rescue to date."

"How's Tim doing?" Joe called out from the front row.

"Tim will be fine, sore for a week or so, but no permanent damage; he just
over stretched his abilities," seeing the glances of confusion, Aaron looked
up to think of the best way to describe what happened. "I think the easiest
way to understand what happened is if you think back to a time you exercised
and pushed yourself a little too far, you were sore and in pain at first,
but after a few days of rest, you were back to normal." Letting his eyes
scan the group he smiled, "which brings up something I overlooked when Tim
contacted me from the Ares, none of you know how to port yet."

"The way all of you have fit in so well after your resequencing makes it
easy to forget you are still wearing limiters and have yet to be shown
certain things," Aaron smiled so they would know he was not blaming them,
"so now that the kids are safe and in the healers hands, it is time to get
you back to Altare and start learning how to teleport." now, what to do
about the prisoners he wondered. "One last thing before we break up and I
take the prisoners off your hands so you get cast off."

"Reach out to your friends and contacts; we need to ramp up recruitment, so
if you think you know someone that is a good fit with our way of life, get
them to send in a resume we could use some more people and I'm not above a
little discrete recruitment from active military personal if it gets what we
need." Aaron grinned, as he waved at their laughter and started towards
Kyle, "what did you do with the prisoners from the gestalt bridge?'

Porting directly to the gestalt bridge Aaron sat down in the center chair
and pulled the terminal over, and after logging in, set the video pickups to
record the proceedings, "This session of the Kings bench on July 25 year
2004 TR is in session."

Pointing at the man with the imager still on his forehead, Aaron ported in a
box of recording crystals, "Front and center with that one; he has already
been judged, it seems. Remove the crystal first then the imager, please."
While the man was being moved into position, Aaron's fingers played over the
touch pad on the terminal and entered in a new set of commands so the
gestalt when activated would have four settings with the default being
quarter power. Accepting the imager and crystal, Aaron placed the crystal in
a the secure box for later processing and gazed emotionlessly at the man,
"You have already been sentenced to death for crimes against humanity,
sentence to be carried out immediately," Aaron activated the gestalt and was
satisfied with the power output and ported the man to just outside the
chromosphere of the sun.

Glancing at the Captain of the freighter, Aaron sighed, as he motioned for
him to be brought up next. A long half hour later, Aaron rubbed his eyes as
he sentenced the last prisoner and ended the Kings court, as he sent the man
to follow all the others, being burned up in the sun, powering down the
gestalt, letting it slide back into hibernation, he looked up to see the
stony faces of the most of the crew who had gathered on the bridge to
witness justice being done.

"I'll get a crew on tracking down all those leads for the people in charge
of running this operation, we may have taken out one of their ships and
middle men, but there are still others out there that will eventually lead
us to those in command," Joe then stood at attention and saluted, holding
his salute as the rest of the crew followed his example.

Agreeing as he had enough of death for today, Aaron stood and returned the
salute, "I'll leave this project in your hands then, to be effective, we
need to ramp up our fleet, the next four Ares class vessels are almost
ready; in a month's time I want them to be actively patrolling international
waters and they will not set to sea without fully trained Alteran's in all
of their gifts this time."

Once Aaron had ported away, Joe turned to face his crew, "You heard the
King; let's get this bad boy home so we can get to practicing and emailing."

Appearing inside the Atrium where he assumed most of the kids would end up
after getting cleaned up, Aaron waded through the crowd accepting hugs from
many of the relieved kids, so what should have taken a minute to cross to
the kitchen took another half hour as he comforted those he passed on his
way. As he finally made his way to the kitchen, He smiled as the staff was
practically running around as they fixed simple foods like hamburgers and
hot dogs for the kids, as Scott and John argued about needing to go shopping
for ingredients versus just ordering them through the terminal, it finally
ended when John told his brother and lover, "Look, if we order this shit,
then Aaron will have to find time to go pick it up making his day that much
longer, we can go to the food service center with Mom and Dad's van and pick
up what we need and then have the whole lot ported back."

"You're right, I forgot all about being a week away from opening, and Chris
is off island so he can't pick up what we need for the weekend, but if we
order everything, he can bring the extra back with the load already waiting.
If we order right now, it can be delivered to the dock before he gets there
and then we will be set, plus we need to ask him about bringing Mom and Dad
here anyway?" Scott agreed, as he sat down and started to paste his order
into an email.

"Ask me what about bringing your parents here?" Aaron smiled, as he walked
into the office, "After all, if your parents accept the both of you, I don't
see why they would not fit in, or is there some other problem I need to know
about them?"

John whirled around in shock at being caught talking about Aaron when they
thought he was not around, "Um...well besides being a help here in the
kitchen, mom could help out with mothering those that need it," he pointed
out the serving window, "the drawback is my sister and her family, they
might not want to move halfway around the world from her and the grandbaby."

Aaron stared at him for a moment before pointing to all three of them,
"Teleport, remember. Travel for your parents would not be a problem, plus,
there are the jets that will be making daily trips to wherever, they can hop
on anytime they feel like it. What do your sister and husband do for a
living?  Maybe they would fit in here," laughing, Aaron winked, "I have no
problem with nepotism as you are well aware."

Laughing, after getting the confirmation of his order, Scott looked at Aaron
sadly, "Unfortunately, my sister's husband is not the accepting sort,
especially when he found out about us sharing the same bed."

"That is being polite about it, but I think I can convince Mom and Dad to
move here. But if we are going to have the ingredients to feed three hundred
some odd people pizza for supper, we need to get a move on, Lover Dear, or
is that Brother, Dear," John playfully swatted his brother's ass.

"How are you two getting wherever you're going?" Aaron wondered, as they
started to walk towards the receiving cooler.

"That hunky Mike is going to port us to Miami House and from there, they're
going to take us to something called GFS, he said something about knowing
where one of their terminal warehouses were," Scott drooled at his brother,
before laughing.

"As long as you have it all figured out," Aaron laughed as he exited the
kitchen to run into Terry and two oriental boys.

"Your majesty, I would like you to meet Ichiro and Shoji, Ichiro is the one
that started the whole rescue, and made it possible to save all these boys,"
Terry told him, as he embarrassed Ichiro. Ichiro, Shoji, I would like you to
meet Aaron Stranton, King of Altare, Prime of Clan Stranton and Medical
Director of this hospital."

Aaron smiled at the two youngsters and had to wonder how old they were as he
remembered Asians looked a lot younger than they were, he also noticed how
quiet it became in the atrium as those closest to them started to whisper in
awe about him being a king.  Sensing that they were embarrassed and the
younger one was still frightened, Aaron pulled them into a hug, "You're safe
now." Looking out at the crowd of boys, he smiled and raised his voice, "all
of you are safe now, those that want to be reunited with their families just
need to talk to one of the medical staff and we will make arrangements to
get you home, those of you who were sold by your families now have a new
home where you will be free to chase your dreams and become something
greater than you even dreamed of being."

Steering the two towards the food line, "I know it probably is not what you
are used to, but try to eat something, even if it is just a little bit, go
on, grab a plate and eat as much as you are comfortable with," Aaron nudged
them towards the line.

Finding an empty table, Aaron sat down across from the two boys so they
would eat, glancing around, he noticed every eye in the room on him and he
hid his sigh.

"The one who rescued my brother and the others, is he well?" Ichiro asked
slowly, as he did his best to follow the instructions to eat, from the one
who had the answers to his questions.

"Tim will be fine, he just tired himself out, after a good night's rest, he
will be up and around harassing the security department to work harder,"
Aaron laughed as Terry grumbled, "Are you sure you can't maybe keep him in
bed for a couple of days, that way we get a break...just once, I would like to
let the sun wake me up instead of Tim's yells."

"Yes Majesty, give Tim a few days off, I will be more than happy to whip my
people into shape," Friedrich joked, as he walked into the atrium arm in arm
with Colin, and he was positively glowing.

"Ah shit, there's two of them," one of the other guards whimpered, causing
the kids to laugh.

"May we properly thank Tim for saving my brother," Ichiro asked, eyes
directed to the ground.

Picking up on the kid's thoughts, Aaron jerked his head around and stared at
the two, wondering what the hell he meant by Shoji now belonged to Tim, to
do with as he wished. Picking his words very carefully, "Tim did not save
you from one master, only to replace him with himself," he looked at Shoji
until he looked down.


Raising his voice so everyone could hear him, "If you think by your honor,
or whatever else you hold dear, that you owe Tim something for saving you,
the only way to pay him back is to pass it on." Aaron stood up so that
everyone could see him; "we are Alteran's..." the room was very quiet as they
hung on his every word." Our mission outside our kingdom is to rescue gay
youth in danger, or that have been made homeless. Some of you are gay, some
Bi and some straight, but you were all rescued because it was the right
thing to do, and all of you will be given the chance to reach for the stars,
if you can accept and embrace the idea that it is alright to be different,
those that stay that is, for the others, we will see you safely to wherever
it is you wish to go. The only payment Tim or any of us expect is to pass it
on, when someone else needs saved...save them or arrange for them to be saved
and we will call it even."

Glancing down at Ichiro and Shoji, Aaron lowed his voice and the others had
to strain to hear, "The way you were raised, tells you that you owe a life
to Tim, a life that honor demands that you give him the most precise thing
you own, in thanks...yourself." Sighing, Aaron tried to get through to them,
"Tim thinks you are too young to be bed partners, even if he was not already
involved with several people and he does not have sex outside of the Clan,
even if he was looking for someone to warm his bed."

"I am seventeen and Shoji is thirteen, Japanese look younger than we are.
What else do we have to give, if not ourselves, we have no money?" Ichiro
was near tears.

Aaron smiled gently at him, "But you have much to offer, other than your
bodies, you have to understand, Tim will not accept your bodies in payment
for something he did because it was the right thing to do, you will have to
find another way to thank him."

"How do you know this, how do you know he would reject us?" Ichiro sounded
defiant yet at the same time desperate.

"Simple really, let me tell you who rescued your brother and the others. His
name is Timothy Stranton, of Clan Stranton of the Kingdom of Altare." Aaron
sat down as they made the connection, "I should know my lover, as I am Aaron
Stranton, Prime and leader of Clan Stranton, and King of Altare."

Catching the disturbing thought from Shoji, Aaron leaned over the table so
he and his brother could hear him clearly, "Seppuku will not gain you honor
or the chance for your brother to be brought into Clan Stranton, Shoji, to
do so would cause pain beyond belief to the one who saved you and you want
to thank...your word, your word of honor right now, Shoji, that you and Ichiro
I include you in this too, will not take that path and dishonor Tim in a way
he might not recover from," he had nothing left but to play on their
traditions until he could get through to them, and it might take Tim giving
them something that they could do to repay him before they would finally
start to heal.

After getting their promises, Aaron relaxed but he still had doubts, so he
would need to get detailed scans of both of them and then maybe it would be
a good idea to take them back to the Clan Hall where an eye could be kept on
them until they could get through to them, seeing that they were finished,
he stood up and motioned for them to do the same, "Let me show you where you
can place your dirty dishes, then we need to get you checked over."

Pointing out the conveyor belt, Aaron waited until they had placed their
dishes on it before walking towards the hospital proper. Stopping, as he met
Carl and Larry at the door, he briefly talked with them and asked them to do
a full scan on each boy and a DNA profile, he thanked them before steering
the two down a hallway towards the wing with all the bio-beds and entered
the first pod they came to. "I need each of you to get on one of the beds
and lie still while the scans are run, Ichiro, you need to be naked like
your brother, for the scans, there is a small cart near the bed to place
your clothes on while the scan is being run."

Smiling, as Shoji hopped on the bio-bed and lay down as he looked around
curiously, Aaron explained what was happening, "What we are going to do is
run a full scan on your body to make sure that you are in good health and
that there is not some hidden health problem that will later on rear its
ugly head and make you sick, the scan does not hurt, you just have to be
still for half an hour while it runs. If we find a problem we can correct it
easily."

Seeing that he had a far larger audience, Aaron pointed to the free
bio-beds, "Hop up and we'll get your scans done at the same time," he smiled
at their shy faces as he walked around and activated the scans and chatted
with them, most wanting to know about Altare and the island they were on.

Moving back to Shoji as the scan was done, Aaron typed Shoji's name into the
system and linked it to the scan; that's when he noticed the DNA profile
showed seven out of eight and smiled, "Hop down Shoji, you're finished, no
problems it seems." Breaking out in laughter as Shoji's feet hit the floor,
another boy hopped up grinning for his turn, Aaron tousled his hair as he
entered his name into the system and moved to the next bed.

Almost two hours later, Aaron finished chatting with the last boy and out of
the hundred and fifty boys that wanted him to do their scans, only thirty
were straight and ten were kidnapped and wanted to go home, that made things
simpler and harder. Sending the last group to the atrium for a snack, Aaron
looked at the scans from the other seventy boys and the numbers were the
same, five percent of the boys wanted to go home and roughly twenty percent
were straight, the surprise was that of all the straight boys, only four
wanted to go home.

Tomorrow he would deal with housing for all the boys, some of the youngest
ones were those that were straight, so maybe living here would be the best
thing, he could play with the numbers later tonight before bed. Seeing that
Ichiro and Shoji were standing near the desk waiting for him, he logged out
of the terminal and smiled, "Time to go home, for the next couple of days
you will be staying in the Clan Hall." Tilting his head sideways as if
listening to a conversation, Aaron pathed Carl, "I hoped you wanted to be a
daddy someday Carl...congratulations, its fifty five sets of quintuplets."

Carl stopped in midstride and stumbled before glaring back the way he came,
"Not funny Aaron...not funny at all, am I to assume this is your way of
telling me I am on babysitting duty tonight?" before giggling back, "I want
to watch Gordon's face when you tell him that, it'll be hilarious."

Laughing mentally, Aaron agreed and even supplied a picture of Gordon's face
looking like a cross of being constipated and frightened out of his mind,
"if you would, take them on a tour of the island to burn off some energy
before supper, then bed them down for the night in the endocrinology wing,
we'll come up with something more permanent after breakfast, If you need me
I'll be home and a thought away."

"Will do boss, I can't wait to share that image with Gordon tonight," Carl
chuckled as he continued towards the atrium and wondered if he could round
up enough volunteers for swimming and maybe baseball or soccer.

"I need the two of you to touch my arms so we can port to the Clan Hall, a
lot of things about us will be explained after we arrive," Aaron smiled as
Ichiro grabbed his clothes and rushed back to place his hand on top of his
brother's.

Arriving in the Clan Hall, Ichiro and Shoji looked around in wonder, not
only because of the way they traveled here, but at the splendor of gardens
and grounds that resembled the imperial gardens. Stripping out of his
clothes quickly, Aaron pathed Pete and Kevin and informed them about their
guests and that they should be considered suicide risks for now, even though
he had their promise not to go down that path.

Kevin, walking out of the med bay after being contacted by Aaron, smiled as
he was picked up and kissed before being twirled around, "Ichiro, Shoji I
would like you to meet Kevin; he will show you around while I go soak in the
hot spring." Aaron patted each of them on the shoulder as he left his
clothes on the table to be taken to his room later and started down the path
for the hidden hot spring where he could relax until it was time to fix
supper, or the next problem reared its head.

Richard was pleased that everything he had planned was going smoothly,
glancing at Edward he saw him deep in discussion with Tommy and Brian, he
had thought he would have to tie Tommy up to get him to leave the salmon
farm. Giggling, he remembered Mark's quiet threat of no nookie for a week
from anyone if he did not get in the hummer and the shocked look on Tommy's
face as he finally said his goodbye's and ran for the limo.

Fred glanced at the manager who had waited on them, he was more distracted
than he thought he should be, considering that there was advanced notice
that they were stopping for dinner, catching his eye, he motioned him over,
"The steaks were excellent; please tell your chef I said so," he smiled at
the man. "If I can, I would like to get four more steaks cooked medium to
go, just the steaks, I have a promise to keep to a very brave little boy, I
promised to have a huge steak for his protector. And after the dog took
Bobby under his wing and kept him alive after he was dumped by his mother he
deserves it."

The manager froze and the fear mixed with hope was so palpable that every
Alteran at the table turned to look at him, wondering why he was projecting
both of those emotions. "Bobby...a wee lad about this high and six years old,"
the manager held his hand about waist high, "brown mop of hair and green
eyes." The manager fumbled with his wallet nervous fingers spilling the
contents on the floor in his haste to get to the picture.

"My grandson Bobby went missing three weeks ago, his no good mother said he
ran away, but the strange thing is, a couple of days later they up and
disappeared and I've been spending every spare pound hiring investigators to
find me grandson," shoving the picture towards Fred he asked, "is this be
your Bobby that ye found?"

Taking the picture, Fred looked at it and there was no mistake it was the
same boy, nodding that this was the same boy, Fred was surprised as the
manager fell to his knees crying, "Saints preserve us...ye found me Bobby."

Fred looked at Mark who smiled, "Your call, he's your rescue, you know we'll
back you so will Aaron. Scruffy can safely be released tonight, the only
thing he'll need is several good meals and a lot of love, Bobby was ready to
be released this morning but you ordered him to stay asleep until Scruffy
was ready."

"What be a scruffy, lad?" the manager was helped up by several of his staff
who were overjoyed to learn Bobby had been found.

"Scruffy is the part German Sheppard that adopted Bobby and protected him
and tried to keep him fed, almost at the cost of his own life," Mark
informed him.

"As Bobby puts it, Scruffy kept the bad men away, so they are bonded and I
promised that Scruffy would get the biggest steak I could find and the two
of them could have supper together," Fred watched the man carefully, "Both
were pretty sick but that was easily taken care of, the question is, are you
able to take care of both of them properly, and are you willing to undergo
questioning by mind healers to prove you have his best interests at heart?"
Holding up his hand at the manager's protests, "You have to see it from our
point of view; Bobby was abandoned for a medical problem that was easily
corrected, because his mother did not want to deal with it anymore. He's
been hurt enough, prove to me you will love and care for them no matter
what, and I'll make arrangements for you to legally be his new guardian and
you can take him home, it's that simple."

"Hey now you can't keep him from his family," someone in the crowd shouted.

"Actually he can, as Bobby is no longer on British soil, he's being treated
at the Alteran hospital ship which is considered an Embassy so their laws
take precedence," Edward stood up and glared in the direction of the
heckler.

"It really is simple; all he needs to do is stand in front of a telepath and
promise and mean it with all his heart, to love Bobby no matter what and do
his best to raise him into a fine young man, that's it," Fred raised his
voice to quiet the crowd.

"If money is an issue, taking in a six year old and a dog can be a strain,
we will find him a better job all he needs is the Love to do the job
properly," Andrew told him, but loud enough for the crowd to hear.

"I be getting me coat laddie, you be calling your mind reader I have a
grandson to bring home," turning around, halfway to the back room, "And a
protector that needs a fresh steak."

Thomas, sensing they would be leaving in a few minutes, went to settle the
bill and call for the Limo to be pulled around.

Editors section:



RadioRanchers Musings: Very good chapter, indeed. Poor Tim, I wonder if that
gestalt thingie was made by Binford?  Then Tim could growl like on 'Home
Improvement'. I can just picture him asking for more power, and being told,
"I don't think so, Tim!"

I'm really glad that Ichiro and Shoji were rescued. I hope they can come to
realize that their safety and happiness along with their willingness to do
something for others will be all the payment that Tim would ever want from
them.

Bobby and Scruffy will get to have a good life. That is wonderful.

What's next?  I guess we will find out in the next chapter, won't we?

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

A/N: I'm posting from my backup account as the main computer has went on the
blink, actually it went and died. So it is a very good thing I back up my
files hourly to a jump drive and an external terabyte drive along with my
laptop. So I have three copies of all my stories at all times just in case