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the scheduled meeting and looked at them with sorrow, “Hensel has joined his parents in the next life. Our meeting will be delayed five more days until we can bury him on Goran with honors.” The Leaders showed their shock and sorrow at losing one of the Alliance’s greatest leaders.
    • • •
    Kyle landed the Light Ship on the beach and exited the ship. He offered his hand to Legune and she took it and stepped down out of the brightly glowing warship. He looked at it and said, “Standby in the barrier.” The small ship disappeared. Legune looked where it had been and shook her head. Kyle smiled, “You’ll get used to it.”
    “I don’t know about that. Amelee tried to teach me by using what she called a reader and it didn’t work.”
    “Then you’ll have to learn the old fashioned way by doing things. Let’s go up to the hotel and get you a room.”
    They started walking up the beach and a woman punched the woman next to her, “he’s back.” Clarissa went up on an elbow and saw Kyle walking up the beach toward the hotel. She waited until they were even with her and said, “Who’s that with you? Country come to town.”
    Kyle’s eyes narrowed and Legune said, “You have quite an imagination for someone who leaves nothing to the imagination.” They walked past the three women and Kyle started laughing. Clarissa was struck speechless.
    “That was pretty good.”
    Legune smiled, “I’ve dealt with her kind. They think they can overwhelm males by blatant sexuality. They never like it when it’s pointed out to them.”
    Kyle smiled and thought, “Score one for the home team.”
    • • •
    Kyle dreaded having to babysit the alien but her insatiable curiosity and straight forward demeanor disarmed him and he found he enjoyed it. She met Kyle at the bar and heard the bartender say, “The usual.” Kyle nodded. She watched the bartender pour a glass full of a clear liquid and Kyle wince as he took a sip.
    “What is that?”
    “It’s called tequila.”
    “Why is it so painful to drink?”
    Kyle took another sip, winced, and said in a raspy voice, “That’s what makes it good.”
    Legune looked at the bartender, “I’ll have the same.”
    Kyle and Bart stared at her and she looked at them, “What?”
    Bart shook his head, “You might want to try something else.”
    “No…I’ll try what he’s drinking.” Bart looked at Kyle and he shrugged. He took a glass out and poured a small amount. “Please give me as much as he has.” Bart sighed and filled the glass. Legune lifted the glass and downed it in one gulp. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Kyle, “It does have a small kick to it.” Kyle and Bart could only stare at her with their eyes wide open. “What?!”
    Suddenly, the monitor over the bar came on and they saw a large crowd gathering outside Fleet Headquarters. “Turn it up, Bart.”
    “The Alliance is in mourning today. Our greatest Living Hero passed away last night and we will all miss High Leader Hensel and the wise council he has given us over the years. His funeral is scheduled to take place on Goran’s high planet in two days.”
    Kyle shook his head and Legune looked at him. “What’s wrong?”
    Kyle’s wrist unit vibrated and he looked at her, “This should be trouble with a capital T.”
    He pressed the unit and saw Admiral Dawkins smiling, “I’ve recalled the Light Ship you had in the barrier and this will be the last communication you will receive over the wrist unit you were given.”
    Legune looked at Kyle, “What’s his problem?”
    “Me.”
    “Why?”
    “I knocked his lights out three years ago and was kicked out of the service. This is his way of getting back at me.”
    Kyle saw the Hotel Manager walking toward them and he shook his head, “Surely even Dawkins wouldn’t go this far.”
    “Uhh, Mr. Ambrose.”
    “Yes, Tim.”
    Tim nodded at Legune and turned back to Kyle, “The account that was paying for your companion’s room has been