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out of the screen at her, Uno came to believe she had picked the right company for the job and this allayed her initial concerns.
    “Good morning, madam. I am Hudson Brody. I understand you have a mission for Star Fighters?”
    “That is correct. Two, actually,” she added maliciously. “Before we proceed further, I must insist that you call me Your Majesty when addressing me. I would have thought my aides had made that perfectly clear.”
    “Apologies, Your Majesty,” Brody replied. “How can we be of service?”
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
    Separate Ways
     
     
    A little later that evening, Devon had another visitor to his room. While the cruiser was in the queue to land at their next destination, the planet Jendo, always busy because of the tourists heading to the paradise destination of Kirslar, Hans decided he must speak with their guest about his plans.
    “How’re you feeling now? That shoulder any better?” Hans asked gruffly.
    Devon rolled his elbow joint. “Fine thanks, much better, just promise not to manhandle me again.”
    “Listen, pal, we’re entering Kirslar airspace. Any clue where you want the ship to set down?”
    “Where are you two going?”
    “Doesn’t matter. There’s no way you can come with us. No offence, but you don’t strike me as the freedom fighter type. We’ve got our system to protect. The Ratt Pirates are taking over and they will take total control unless somebody stops them. You’re more of a lover than a fighter, I would say.”
    “True. That’s what I was bred for, I suppose.”
    “Yeah, sorry about that. Brandy was just explaining. Sounds rough. I always figured having two penises would be a good thing. So, any thoughts on where you want us to drop you?”
    “I don’t know your planet, I’m afraid. Where would you suggest?” Devon asked, a little disappointed that Brandana had not come to ask him this question, feeling like left luggage.
    “Definitely not Lo-Sar, war torn, full of angry shape shifters. Not Arch Gate, unless you like farming and Ratt Pirate. For you, I would suggest our home town, Kirslar. It’s beautiful, man. A real paradise. A guy like you would soon get a job, I reckon, and fit in no problem. You can rest easy there, knowing me and Brandy are keeping the pirates at bay.”
    “Didn’t you say it was bombarded by sex clubs there?”
    “Yeah, that’s why most of the locals went away, but for someone who doesn’t know any different, no offence, I think it’s a real safe bet. Warm, friendly, full of people who don’t ask questions.”
    Devon shrugged. “I suppose so. It sounds alright.”
    “Spot on,” Hans beamed. “I’ll tell the powers that be.”
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
    A Night In The Caves
     
     
    It came as a stinging surprise to Devon that Brandana was not there to wave goodbye as they landed on Jendo and headed for Kirslar. Hans was pleasant enough but was no substitute. However, Devon could partly understand her reasons for staying away. She had finally returned back to her fold, her family and her roots and she fully intended to protect them all against a common enemy. Such thoughts of finally being free to fight for her family and culture once more had kept her going through her barren years in the palace at Irella. An ideology that prevented her from admitting the bond they had created yesterday although it was a strong one. Nevertheless, Brandana valued her independence and it seemed their love was not to be. Devon departed, dropped off in the outskirts of Kirslar with no bags or belongings, just some ill- fitting local clothes borrowed from various plunderings which Hans had gathered over time.
     
    Hans had landed precariously between two large mountains and pointed out what he promised was the entrance to a cave where Devon would be greeted by friends. In no position to argue, Devon cowered from the back draft as the cruiser took off and left him alone. He was wearing a pair of