The Whiskers of Hope
By Laura Napoli
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Book three in the Tails of Little Flower series follows the Chenzira family after the unexpected and surprising results of Little Flower's sentience and rape trial as they build a new home for the survivors from Earth.
Not even an adult, if she's done the math right, by her own species reconning, Jessica O'Neil suddenly finds
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Laura Napoli was born and raised in northern Vermont and continues to make the area her home. When not spending her time on the warm clicky box (computer), she is the caregiver to four heating cats who provide her with heat, massage, acu-paw-ture, and purr-therapy in exchange for pets and catnip treaties. For more information, visit https://www.heatingcats.com
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The Whiskers of Hope - Laura Napoli
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Jeran: Senior Councilor
As he usually did, Jeran Chenzira woke long before his alarm went off, only today was the first day he’d ever woken as a member of the Senior Council, and, for perhaps the first time in his life, he had absolutely no desire to get out of bed and go to work. He lay there quietly purring, wrapped in his partner’s strong embrace, thanking every Ancient God in the universe for the blessing of this glorious day. He could barely believe that he and Myra had both survived, and on far better terms than they’d had any right to expect.
He’d walked into the council chamber prepared to die, prepared to watch the love of his life die and his children and grandchildren punished for a crime they did not commit, and prepared to commit treason to save the Hue-mans from genocide. Instead, he’d walked away with a new daughter and the rank of Senior Councilor for her people, making him one of the six most powerful people in the universe. That thought downright terrified him. His people, he reminded himself. He was now, and would always be, counted as one of them.
Somehow, Little Flower had managed to take on the entire Senior Council without raising a single claw, changing his and Myra’s convictions into a victory. He wasn’t even sure if a Senior Council verdict had ever been changed before, certainly not within minutes of that verdict being read, and not without the majority support of the Full Council. He chuckled at the memory of Tabor’s stunned silence. Granted he’d been just as stunned. Not just by Little Flower’s decisions, but also by her defense of him. He had absolutely no right to that, after everything that had been done to her under his care and jurisdiction.
The day hadn’t been entirely celebratory though. He’d still had to oversee the execution of his daughter’s rapist, and while he was glad the male was now dead, he was sure he’d hear the male’s screams in his nightmares for years to come, and not just because they’d sounded like screams of a cub. He’d overseen several executions in his life, but they’d never been as drawn out. 2A326 had earned his death, and spent the last hour of his life regretting the horrible decisions he’d made before Jer had given the order for Myra to end it.
At the time, he’d been far more worried about Myra. She’d been so close to losing control during the trial. Both he and the Senior Honor Guard had attempted to convince her to let them perform the execution, but she’d given her word to Little Flower, and had insisted. To his absolute relief and astonishment, Myra had remained in full control of her instinct the entire time, and outside of being placed on the watch list by Kendra, which was both expected and the standard procedure, there had thankfully been no issues. If anything, Myra had calmed significantly.
He was honestly glad she’d turned down his offer, although he’d never admit it to anyone. He had never killed before, had always let the Senior Councilor or the Guard handle it when necessary, but now that horrible duty was his responsibility. That thought caused him to stop purring. He was the Senior Councilor now, and he didn’t have a Guard to call in. He honestly wondered if he could go through with it, if, no when, he had to in the future. He just prayed that 2A326 was the only monster they’d rescued from Earth. I wonder if I can borrow Kendra and her guards for a while, at least until the Hue-mans set up their own guard. I imagine Marcus wouldn’t mind.
Soft snores came from the other side of his room. He shifted his head slightly so he could see in that direction and smiled. His parents hadn’t wanted to leave his side to return to his brother’s suite, had stayed late celebrating the night before, and now slept soundly on the other bed in his room. He didn’t mind and fully understood. They’d been expecting him to die the day before too. He didn’t get to see them nearly often enough either. It had been good having them here, and he knew they’d be returning home as soon as transport could be arranged, now that they no longer had to worry about burying their children.
His alarm eventually went off, but rather than getting up, he hit his tablet with his tail to silence it, having absolutely no desire to move from Myra’s arms, or face his new responsibilities.
Good morning, Senior Councilor,
Myra whispered softly in his ear.
Jer chuckled, squeezed the arm that was currently draped over him, and twined his tail around hers. It is far better than good, my love,
he replied just as softly. Although for probably the first time in my life, I have absolutely no desire to get out of bed and go to work.
The crushing weight of responsibility he’d accepted the day before was frankly just a tad overwhelming, although in many ways far less terrifying than what he thought his actions for the day were going to be. At least it’s not treason to protect the Hue-mans now.
Just because you get to make the law now, doesn’t mean you get to lay in bed all day,
his father teased from the other bed. Senior Councilors don’t get snooze buttons.
Tell me where it says that in the Charter, Papa.
He grinned realizing he sounded just like Marsee the day she tried convincing him to let her kick the hydroponics unit.
Not the Charter, your oath,
his father replied.
Jer snorted at his father. His father might be retired now, but he was still a councilor at heart. Well, my oath can wait a few minutes. I thought I was going to die yesterday. I fully intend to enjoy the morning that I never thought I would live to see, wrapped securely in the arms of the partner that I was terrified I would have to kill.
His father chuckled, but otherwise didn’t respond. Six minutes or so later, his alarm went off again. He hit his tablet with his tail to silence it, again, and still didn’t move, outside of re-twining his tail around Myra’s. Neither did anyone else, not until his alarm went off a third time. He hit it again, with perhaps far more frustration than was becoming of a Senior Councilor, but this time sat up with a heavy sigh to turn it off. Alarm off, he was now presented with all of the additional applications he had access to, and as he stared at the screen, he once again felt the crushing weight of responsibility settle on him.
He nearly crawled back into Myra’s strong arms to hide, but he didn’t. With another sigh, he squared his shoulders, and forced himself to climb out of the bed. He padded his way across the common room to use the waste room, but stopped midway, changing his mind, and turned to look out the large window and the world below, instead. The sun was just starting to rise on the horizon, with pastel hints of color lighting up the sky. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful morning, full of promise and hope for the future.
You’ll make a wonderful Senior Councilor, Kitten,
his father said behind him.
Thanks, Papa,
he replied without turning around. I just hope I don’t mess it up too badly.
His father snorted. Well, if you do, I’m sure my new granddaughter will be able to set you straight.
Jer shuddered at the idea of being front and center of Little Flower’s wrath, after seeing what she’d done to Senior Councilor Tabor the day before. Now I really don’t want to go to work.
His father chuckled. "Well, you’ve already faced down the impossible. Everything else should be cub’s play. All you have to do now is build a home for your people, teach them to be honorable and productive citizens of our world, and put up with your brother."
Is that all?
He frowned at how much work that would entail, and then turned around with a raised brow at his father. My brother? What do you mean by that?
You do realize just how insufferable Marcus is going to be, now that you outrank him?
His father’s face was serious, but his tail curled with humor.
Jer raised his other brow. He’d not even remotely considered that, but his father was right, even if he was joking. He now had to negotiate with his brother, who was now the councilor for the district Jer’s people lived in, and his big brother had always outranked him, both in authority in the Council, and as his mentor. He wondered just how his promotion would affect their relationship. He doubted it would change anything all that much. While he might have the authority of a Senior Councilor, he had far fewer people under his care, and didn’t even have a planet to call his own. He snorted. He didn’t even have a home to call his own anymore, now that it had been given to the Hue-mans as punishment for his partner’s crimes. But that was a far easier price to pay than the one he’d expected. He didn’t particularly care where he lived as long as his family was with him.
He shrugged. I’m sure Marcus will get over it. I’m far more worried about Tabor.
Neither Tabor or the rest of the Senior Council had said or sent anything to him since he was unexpectedly promoted, and he wondered just what they were all thinking.
His father snorted and turned to find something to eat in the refrigeration unit. She’s still licking her wounds, I’m sure. Besides, after the public tail lashing she took yesterday, she won’t dare to say no to whatever you need, nor will the rest of the Senior Council.
Jer turned back to the window, not really seeing anything, his thoughts in a whirl with everything he now needed to do. He stayed there until Myra walked up behind him and wrapped him in a hug. He sighed with happiness and purred, relaxing into her strong arms. Whatever happened, he still had his family, and that was all that really mattered.
The others soon exited their rooms. He hugged his daughters and wished GrandFather a good morning before making his way over to the table and the meal his father had prepared. After breakfast, they all walked over to the Guild, to meet up with Ellie and continue discussing their plans on how to retrofit the compound to best house and care for the few remaining species of Earth.
He had originally been scheduled for a Local Council meeting to follow the full one, to deal with any ramifications coming from the trial, assuming any of them still had seats, or lives for that matter. But as he was no longer part of that council, and as the other Seniors had still not reached out to him, he found he suddenly had the day off, and happily joined his family. Granted, ensuring his people had a home where they felt welcome, safe, and fit their unique needs was paramount in his list of responsibilities anyway.
Before they started discussions on the compound, Little Flower insisted on a tour of the Guild, and took the time to meet and personally thank everyone who had helped in providing her and her people with clothing and supplies. She made a point of not only asking about what they had been working on for her, but what they were passionate about, and asked to see examples of the work they were the most proud of. They all wanted to see her drawings as well, but she hadn’t brought her sketchbooks with her, so she promised that she would bring something by another day.
He watched his new daughter throughout the morning, silently observing from behind the mask he was trained to wear, marveling at how much she had changed in the past month. When she’d arrived at his home, she was nothing more than a broken and scared cub, but she was now interacting with the others like the councilor she now was, and he wondered again why she’d really chosen him to be Senior Councilor, when she was so very clearly capable of that position herself. A part of him wondered if it had just been a ploy to get his conviction overturned. He certainly didn’t feel like a Senior Councilor, and he wondered how he could possibly manage to counsel a species and culture he barely understood.
The tour took a good portion of the morning, so they broke for an early lunch in Ellie’s office, and began work on the plans for the compound afterwards. Nearly three dozen masters across all aspects of the Guild provided their assistance and guidance to help make his daughter’s dreams come true. To his surprise and hers, they were all reasonably fluent in sign language, almost as well as Ellie, and it was rather surreal to be in a meeting with that many people and have it be so quiet. Only their laughter broke the silence, or the occasional need for Marsee to translate.
The conversation and designs further highlighted the vast differences between their species, and the way that they looked at the world. He wouldn’t have come up with a fraction of the things Little Flower and GrandFather were requesting from the Guild Masters, ways to make their home more livable. The suggestions were all obvious once they made them, but he knew he would never have come up with them, and he’d never seen the Senior Guild Master so excited before. She was coming away from this conversation with dozens of new products, which would ultimately benefit his people, since they were Little Flower’s and GrandFather’s ideas, and they would get the credit for it. Even something as simple as a door knob, something he would never have given a second thought about, had a significant impact on just how easily they could interact with his world, and they had dozens of ideas on how to solve that problem for all of the species that would eventually be visiting or living in his home.
They spent the first few hours listing out everything Little Flower and GrandFather thought they would need or want, for their people and the other creatures, not just as they were now, but planning for the immediate future, and the expected size of the next generation. They were currently listing out what needed to go in each of the rooms for the nursing and expecting mothers, and Little Flower was madly sketching her ideas.
Oh, and rocking chairs,
Little Flower added, before returning to her sketching. When she looked up though, it was to see Ellie staring at her in shock, and Myra laughing so hard she nearly fell out of her seat. Jer was honestly worried she’d break her tail from how tightly it was curled.
What’s so funny?
Little Flower asked, looking between Myra and Ellie in confusion, as she turned her sketch around for the others to see.
Ellie lifted her paws to sign, but she stopped and blinked at the drawing for several long seconds before answering. Are you serious? Rocking chairs?!
Yes, babies love the motion,
Little Flower replied, and frowned at her mother. Mama, what’s so funny about a rocking chair?
Myra couldn’t stop laughing, just pointed at Ellie and lifted her tail dramatically kinked over. Marsee was having a hard time keeping a straight face too, but she was managing, that was, until Ellie lifted her paws at a complete loss for words, at which point it was too much and Marsee started laughing too. Everyone else in the room was completely baffled as to what was going on, but their humor was infectious, and tails were curling everywhere.
Finally, when Myra managed to gain a semblance of control over her laughter, she began telling the tale of how Ellie had once tried inventing rocking chairs for her master’s project, only to roll over her tail the first time she tried it out, and had then fallen over backwards reacting from the pain, and in the process destroyed the chair she’d spent months working on. It took her a good ten minutes to get the story out though, as she kept doubling over with laughter.
The other Guild Masters in the room began laughing and teasing Ellie, and Ellie’s expression shifted from amused to annoyed, which made everyone laugh even harder. You’d think I’d never made a mistake before,
Ellie muttered.
Is that why your tail was in a splint for weeks?
one of the older masters asked. I thought for sure someone had bitten it.
Ellie snorted. That probably would have been far less painful. Little Flower, are you sure you want a rocking chair? They’re dangerous.
Absolutely,
Little Flower replied with a wicked grin. Last I checked, we don’t have tails, so we should be safe. You might want to keep your distance though.
The glare Ellie gave Little Flower caused the room to burst out laughing again.
He was still chuckling when his tablet dinged with the tone he used for an urgent message, and he raised his brow as he unclipped his tablet and read.
Well, as much as I would love to stay here and pick on Ellie, it looks like I need to go. Tabor has asked for my presence at her council meeting.
What does she want?
Little Flower asked.
I don’t know. She didn’t say,
Jer replied, and left the others to continue on with their teasing and designs. As he walked, he wondered just what Tabor wanted him for. He was fully aware of everything on the docket, and none of it should have required his attendance.
He arrived only moments before the session started, and the moment he entered the Senior’s conference room, where the others were all there and waiting for him, Tabor stood and walked out into the local chamber, not giving him a chance to ask what was going on.
All rise as the Senior Council enters the chamber!
came the booming voice of the guard outside the door, Kendra, from the sounds of things, which made him raise a brow. Her presence at the Full Council was unusual enough, but she almost never attended local sessions. The others followed out after her, with nothing more than a nod to him. He shrugged and pulled on his mask before following them out, taking his seat next to Apakna, the Senior from the Ice Planet. Murmurs went through the Council at their attendance. While any Senior could attend the local meeting of another planet, they rarely did, except on special occasions, and that was usually known in advance.
Please take your seat. This council is now in session,
Tabor called out, and then walked out in front of her desk and turned to face him.
"Senior Councilor Chenzira, on behalf of your people, I formally submit my public apology for all of the harm I have caused them since their arrival on our world. I kept them in isolation for fear of what pathogens they might carry, even after being informed multiple times that they were suffering from their isolation. I chose not to further investigate the illness your partner claimed they were suffering from, because I did not believe that isolation could cause the kinds of problems she indicated. I also believed that they were not sentient, as we could not communicate with them, not taking into account that they might not even be able to hear us due to the injuries they received. I used that as an excuse to deny them the comforts and distractions they needed during quarantine, and then later felt so guilty about what I had done, that I chose to put them in stasis, risking their very lives, because I couldn’t bear having them suffer more from their isolation. Yesterday your daughter came before the Full Council and blamed us all for a crime she considered to be far worse than the rape and beating that occurred under our care, and based on the Charter of this Consortium, we have broken the law, and caused her and her people significant harm in the process. I take full responsibility for that harm and the decisions made by this and the Full Council that led to that harm, as it was with my recommendation that the other Seniors did not call for ending isolation either. And as such, I am formally submitting my resignation as both Councilor and Senior Councilor, effective immediately."
With that, Tabor turned and walked out of the room, to the stunned silence of everyone there. No one spoke for several minutes, but finally, Clear Seas, the highest ranking member of the Senior Council, as he’d been a senior for over a hundred years, floated up from his seat. Former Councilor Tabor’s district position will remain open until elections are complete. Until then, her senior advocate will be the acting councilor for her district. Councilors, please submit your nominations for senior councilor.
No one moved. No one submitted a vote. For over an hour, no one even so much as requested to speak. Jer had witnessed several elections in his career, and he’d never seen anything like it. Most elections were highly contested. He glanced over at Marcus, who was sitting with his arms crossed looking back at him, and he wondered just what his brother was thinking.
Finally, Councilor Paxton Parner hit his light, requesting to speak.
Councilor Parner. You have the floor,
Clear Seas stated.
Thank you, Senior Councilor.
Paxton stood and turned to face the council. Councilors, I would like to put forth the nomination of Marcus Surellis for Senior Councilor, as he is the only one among us who deserves this position. He has advocated for the rights of the Hue-mans long before any of us believed they were sentient, and he put his very life on the line for them to ensure they had a fair trial, because we weren’t brave enough to give them the rights they deserved. Additionally, he has served as Councilor longer than any of us, and has historically had the highest ratings of any of us, by the people we represent. Our ratings have all dropped, but he has some of the highest ratings ever seen, in a district he has only represented for a day. As such, I believe we should follow the will of the people in this matter. I release the floor.
Councilor Surellis, do you accept this nomination?
Clear Seas asked.
Marcus was silent for several moments before standing. "Councilor Parner, I thank you for your kind words, but I respectfully decline the nomination. Instead, I put forth the nomination for you as Senior Councilor. You alone called out that the plans proposed by the Agency were wrong, yet you alone, outside of myself and Former Councilor Tabor remained in isolation for the full day, as had been suggested. I only did so to prove a point, but you did so to fully understand what they were going through, something no one else in this room was willing to do, and you changed your mind in order to help the Hue-mans. Not only that but you faced your fears and personally came to meet Little Flower, the only one out of this entire Council who did so. You took over Councilor Chenzira’s committee positions without hesitation, and from every report I’ve heard, did an excellent job, while still helping us prepare for the meeting, which you didn’t have to do, and for which, I thank you. I release the floor."
"Councilor Parner, do you accept this nomination?"
Paxton stared at Marcus for several moments before standing. Councilor Surellis, I thank you for your kind words, but I too respectfully decline the nomination. What I have learned over the past few weeks is that I am not ready for that level of responsibility, even though I knew full well going into that meeting that I might end up with it anyway.
This caused murmurs throughout the entire council, as it was incredibly rare for any councilor to admit they weren’t fully capable of whatever was asked of them, and certainly not in public, or from Councilor Parner, who had walked into the chamber on his first day as if he owned the place.
The murmurs eventually quieted, and again they sat in silence for another hour before Clear Seas spoke again. Well, this is certainly an exciting meeting.
The council chuckled in response, and the tip of Jer’s tail curled with suppressed humor. Clear Seas turned again to Marcus. Councilor Surellis, as there are no further nominations being put forth, I ask again if you are willing to accept.
Marcus sat there for several minutes this time, before standing. "I will accept the nomination, as long as Councilor Parner also accepts the nomination."
Councilor Parner?
Clear Seas asked.
I accept,
Parner replied, after only a few moments of hesitation.
Then if there are no further nominations, Councilors, please submit your vote,
Clear Seas ordered.
It was all Jer could do to keep from snorting at his big brother’s reaction when the vote came in unanimous, and Marcus was sworn in as the Senior Councilor.
It’s about time you accepted the position,
he told Marcus, as he shook his paw in congratulations. Just don’t spend all your time in the Ancient Archives. You still have requisition meetings to attend.
Marcus chuckled. I’ll see what I can do.
Jer left with the rest of the Seniors, excused by Marcus, as they were not needed for the rest of the local meeting, and found himself back in the Senior’s conference room with Clear Seas, Apakna, Sammianna, and Wind Rider.
Did you know she was going to do that?
Jer asked, once the door was shut.
No,
Clear Seas replied. We only arrived moments before you did. I too am sorry for the harm my inaction caused your people.
The others all added their agreement and Jer tilted his head in acknowledgement.
The real question is what to do next, now that Tabor has taken full responsibility. I’m not sure if a Senior Councilor has ever been found guilty of a crime before,
Wind Rider stated.
We didn’t find anything in our research,
Jer replied. Councilors yes, but not seniors.
Well, either way, we should wait for Marcus to discuss it,
Sammianna stated. Jeran, it would help if we knew what kind of reparations your daughter wants. I’d personally rather avoid another trial if we can come to an agreement.
Jer nodded. I’ll ask. Shall we meet after the evening meal? That should give Marcus plenty of time.
The others all nodded their agreement so he turned to leave.
He was nearly at the door when Clear Seas stopped him. Jeran wait.
Jer turned back to the room, surprised at the formality from Clear Seas. He had known Clear Seas for years, long before either of them were on the Council, and had grown up with him while their parents ruled the universe. Clear Seas had taken his seat of power very early on though, just as Jer was starting his training, when Clear Seas’ father unexpectedly died. The Water Sprites had a fairly feudal system, but even though a vote was required by law, and Clear Seas had little actual training, his people had voted him in, not just as councilor but as senior councilor too. They had spoken often about the challenges of their positions over the years. Jer couldn’t remember the last time Clear Seas ever used his full name.
For what it’s worth, I am sorry for the decisions we had little choice but to make, as they were precedent and law, but I hope that we can still be friends, and find a way to work together.
Jer nodded. I made the same decisions you all did. My partner and I took full responsibility knowing what that would mean for us. I thank you all for taking my suggestions on how to work around such an unjust precedent, although, I for one, am very thankful my daughter is far more inventive and forgiving than she has any right to be. My partner and I are alive because of her and the chance you gave us, and I thank you for that.
Clear Seas nodded in acknowledgement, but Jer wasn’t done. Squaring his shoulders and pulling forth every ounce of authority he now had, he continued. But know this too. I fully intend to honor my oath, with my very life if it comes to that. Little Flower came to us angry, scared, beaten, and alone. If she can bloom into the amazing person she has in just a month, I have no doubt the others will as well. As long as they remain safe, I see no reason why we can’t continue to work together, as friends.
Jer knew from Marsee that they had been contemplating genocide to get rid of the threat the Hue-mans posed, after Little Flower’s frank and rather terrifying testimony about the nature and history of her people, and he had been fully prepared to fight the Council if they had tried anything, not that he’d stood a chance. If the Guard hadn’t stopped him, Clear Seas would have been able to kill him with a touch.
Clear Seas nodded. I am sure your daughters told you of what was discussed here. Her people presented an unknown threat that we needed to take seriously, but we unanimously decided that they deserved a chance to prove themselves, and I have full confidence in your ability to lead them. I’m honestly glad she chose you. I can’t think of anyone better to be their protector and mentor, and as long as they don’t harm our people, they will be welcome members of this Consortium.
Jer gave a single nod, turned, and left the room and the other seniors behind. He walked slowly back to the Guild, taking a more scenic route as he tried to clear his mind of the racing thoughts in his brain, and failed miserably. While they had effectively declared peace, he wondered if they’d ever been as close to war before, and wondered what would happen if a single person was harmed, on either side. He had no way to keep his people safe. He had nothing, no land, no resources, no guard. His people could be wiped out with next to no effort, but could he turn the others into valued members of society, or would the darkness from their now destroyed world infect his own. He honestly had no idea. He wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to win Little Flower’s favor. After what had happened to them, would they even forgive him, or just vote him out the first chance they got?
When he finally returned, he sat down not saying anything at first. They all sat there watching him for several moments, before he snorted and shook his head. Well, that was rather unexpected,
he finally said.
Oh?
Little Flower asked.
He explained, giving them a quick rundown of what had happened in the meeting. Anyway, they voted and Marcus was unanimously sworn in as the new Senior Councilor.
Unanimously?
Ellie asked. Has that ever happened before?
Not as far as I know, at least for our planet anyway,
Jer replied.
His father started chuckling, which turned into full on laughter, and he couldn’t stop for several minutes.
Jer had rarely seen his father so amused and looked over at him with a raised brow, but otherwise blank expression. Care to explain what you think is so funny, Papa?
You and Marcus. I came here thinking I was going to lose both of you, but instead, you both somehow managed to get yourselves elected to the Senior Council instead. I still can’t believe what happened yesterday, but I’m honestly more surprised that your brother finally accepted his place as Senior. I thought for sure he’d never accept a nomination, after all the times he’s turned it down, but I’m guessing the lure of the Ancient Archives finally won out. That, or he couldn’t handle his baby brother one-upping him. But what made me laugh was the thought of Little Flower taking on Marcus next. I just hope you’re prepared to protect him from her.
Jer snorted. If my big brother is stupid enough to get in her way, he deserves it. She may be tiny but she bites.
Little Flower bared her teeth in a wicked grin, and signed ‘this little flower has thorns too’, causing everyone to laugh.
So, what did the other Seniors have to say about Tabor’s admission and Little Flower’s accusation?
her mother asked.
Not a whole lot. They were just as surprised as I was. We have a meeting scheduled for this evening to discuss it though,
Jer replied. We’re waiting for Marcus to finish his meeting. Little Flower, we do need to know what you want for reparations.
His daughter nodded but didn’t answer. I’ll think about it and let you know before your meeting,
she said eventually.
They took a small break to watch the recording of Tabor’s speech, which Marsee translated for Little Flower. After shaking her head in disbelief, and stating that she was unsure about how she felt about Tabor’s apology, Little Flower shrugged and went back to work.
They were just about to take a break for the evening meal when Myra received a call from Brice and stepped out, but was back a few minutes later with a look of incredulity on her face.
What’s wrong, Myra,
Jer asked.
I’m honestly not sure I believe it,
she said, scratching the back of her ears. Brice says Tabor just showed up at the Agency, demanded to be handed a single puzzle box and shown to Little Flower’s old cell, and then promptly locked herself in. She ordered Brice to give her the exact same care that had been given to Little Flower, no more, no less, and not to release her until she had spent the exact same amount of time that Little Flower had been stuck in that room. No one was to speak to her or let her out, no matter what she told them, and ordered that she was not allowed contact with her partner or four young cubs, or informed of their health or wellbeing, no matter what happened in their lives.
Little Flower sat there stunned by this announcement, a mix of both shock and horror on her face.
Jer saw her expression and pulled her out of Ellie’s office and into an empty room, shutting the door behind them. Are you okay?
he asked.
Not really,
Little Flower replied. I am mad at her, but I got most of that out yesterday. Part of me wants her to experience even a little of what I went through, but I’m also horrified by the punishment. This will destroy her and affect her family, and it’s against the Charter, even if it is self-imposed.
Jer nodded. What would you like me to do?
She shrugged. I don’t know. It is equal to what I went through, but I’m not the only one that was affected by her decisions. If it were just me, I think I would be fine with her apology and stepping down, and perhaps some form of additional monetary reparations or community service. But she nearly killed my people, and not just with our isolation. She could have killed us again when she ordered everyone thrown into stasis against Mama’s recommendations. Part of me wonders if she wasn’t hoping for that outcome. It will take us a long time to recover from what happened to us, and trust your people. This will help the others, I think, even if I feel icky about it.
She was silent for another moment. I’ll abide by whatever you and the rest of the Seniors decide is fair and just.
Jer looked at her with a sad smile. I’m proud of you daughter, and I think you would have made a wonderful senior councilor. If you change your mind, let me know.
No thank you. Councilor is good enough for me,
she replied. Besides, I’m going to be on maternity leave soon.
So you’ve decided then?
She nodded. I think so. I’m worried that I won’t be a good mother, and that I won’t be able to get past my trauma. I don’t know what I’ll do if the baby looks like him though. But, there aren’t many of us left, and it’s not the child’s fault who their genetic donor is.
Your mother and I will care for the cub if you can’t,
her father said. But I have a feeling you will be an incredible mother, if the compassion you’ve shown for my family is any indication.
Thanks,
Little Flower replied with a nod, but her expression was haunted. Eventually, she just shook her head to clear her thoughts, and left to return to the others.
Jer let out a heavy sigh as he watched his daughter walk away. Everything had worked out far better than he could have possibly imagined, but he was still very worried about her. There was still the very real risk of death or complications from childbirth, and if she died, Myra could still be found complicit in that death. He had less than two months to build a new home for the people he represented, and get them to trust both him and Myra if something happened to Little Flower. If she died, he would have no choice but to bring Myra before his new people for an adjustment in sentencing, as Myra had been found complicit in his daughter’s rape, and he had no idea how they would vote. Myra could appeal to the Senior Council, but he doubted they would find in her favor either. In this, they would go with the will of the people.
With another heavy sigh, Jer went to send the Seniors a message, but noticed Marcus’s busy light was off. The Council meeting must be over, he thought and decided to call Marcus first to see if they could come to a decision without involving the others.
Marcus answered with a look of pure annoyance on his face. What’s wrong this time, Cub.
Jer grinned. You know, I am a Senior Councilor now, and if I’m not mistaken, I’ve had that rank for an entire day longer than you. That gives me seniority. You could at least call me by my name.
Marcus chewed his lip and glared at him. You may have seniority, but if you think for a second that I don’t outrank you, you’re sadly mistaken. I am still your mentor and older brother, and I can and will pin you to the ground, if I need to prove it.
Jer raised a brow. Is that a threat? Are you declaring war? Shall I gather my forces?
He kept his expression neutral and hidden behind his mask, but his tail was spiraled.
His brother snorted. What forces? You don’t even have a guard.
I don’t need one. I have Little Flower. If she can take on Tabor and win, you don’t stand a chance.
Jer crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, projecting all the confidence in the world, very curious to see how his brother would respond.
Marcus glared at him and let out a sigh. "What’s wrong this time, Senior Councilor Chenzira," Marcus replied, with just the barest hint of a growl
Jer grinned with the victory. Now see. Was that so hard?
Marcus just continued to glare at him, waiting.
He let the silence linger for a moment, basking in his tiny victory, one of the few he’d ever had over his older brother, before answering. Myra got a call from Brice a few minutes ago. Tabor showed up at the Agency and locked herself in Little Flower’s old habitat.
Marcus snorted and flipped his ears back in surprise. Seriously?
Would I lie about something like that?
Jer asked.
Yes, especially if you’re plotting with Wind Rider,
Marcus replied.
Jer chuckled and filled Marcus in on the details and what Little Flower had said.
I’m honestly not aware of a Senior Councilor ever being convicted of a crime,
Marcus said. We certainly didn’t find anything on our search. So, I doubt there’s precedent. Her self-imposed punishment is good enough for me, but we should talk with other Seniors first. Little Flower is right. It does go against the Charter, but it’s also fair, equal, and just, for what happened to her people. Is there anything else?
No. That’s it for now,
Jer said. But we do have a lot to talk about. That can all wait until tomorrow though.
That we do. Let the other Seniors know, and we can discuss it in our meeting later. I have things to do before then,
Marcus said, and hung up without so much as a goodbye.
Jer grinned at his blank screen. He had a pretty good feeling those things involved a trip to the Ancient Archives. If he’s not already there, Jer thought. He fired off a message to the rest of the Seniors letting them know, and made his way back to Ellie’s office, to see what plans his daughter had hatched in his absence.
His meeting with the Seniors ended up being fairly brief, seeing as Tabor had essentially solved their problem for them. They ultimately decided to leave it up to Little Flower, finding the self-imposed punishment fair, equal, and just. Frankly they were all relieved that they didn’t have to schedule another trial, especially seeing as Little Flower had charged pretty much the entire Full Council with being complicit in that crime. Tabor had admitted her guilt, taken full responsibility, and done her own sentencing, and that was good enough for them. If Little Flower wished to shorten the duration or allow for visitation, then it was entirely up to her.
A statement was released shortly afterwards regarding Tabor’s self-imposed punishment and admission of guilt, even though it was all over the news, along with formal acknowledgement that Jer’s charges had been dropped, as had been implied with his promotion to Senior Councilor. Included in that statement was the approved aid, which had been quadrupled. While it wasn’t stated officially, everyone knew that it had been the Senior Council’s way of apologizing for not speaking up about the conditions at the Agency, as Myra had reached out to all of them for assistance when her pleas to the Local Council and Healer’s Guild had gone unmet, and for not providing adequate living conditions during their time trapped there in the first place.
By the time he was done, the others had finalized the initial plans for the rebuild, scheduled to begin the very next morning. So, rather than waiting until morning to return home, they made their way over to the Ship’s Guild to pick up the interplanetary ship he now qualified for as a Senior Councilor.
I’m very sorry, sir. Your official ship isn’t quite ready yet,
the attendant at the reservation booth stated. We weren’t sure what the Hue-mans would need, and figured it would need to be reconfigured, but we can assign you another one.
I figured as much. Any ship will do,
he stated. I’d like to make modifications of my official ship to better fit my family and people anyway.
Of course, sir,
the attendant stated, and began taking down Jer’s requirements, while his parents spoke with another attendant about getting tickets on the next public transport home. From the sound of things, it wasn’t going well.
Running away so soon?
a voice called out behind him.
Wind Rider, what are you doing here?
Jer asked, surprised as there was little need for the Flyer’s senior to be at the Shipyard. The Council had their own shuttle bay.
Running away,
she replied with a grin. "I left my ship for maintenance while I was stuck here, trying to solve your little problem, and I was just informed that it was complete. I’m heading back to Flyer. You?"
Picking up a loaner ship until mine is ready, and my parents are trying to arrange transportation back to Flyer.
Well that’s not needed. They’re more than welcome to fly back with me, if they’re ready to leave now. I have plenty of space on my ship,
Wind Rider stated.
His father heard and turned towards them. That’s very kind of you, Senior Councilor, but it’s not necessary.
My pleasure. Besides, we can’t have the parents of two of our Senior Council taking a public transport, which if my ears heard correctly, isn’t available for another several weeks.
Well then, thank you,
his father replied.
Jer glared at Wind Rider. "Why do I have a