Old Bloods beginning 2.0
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Rhys figured that he’d read through about an eighth of the ancient history disks in the Master Archives . He’d periodically summarized the information gleaned and spun onto a disk with footnotes of salient points. These were turned into the Head Administrator for the Planetary Educational Facility . He had no intention of publishing his results. For him it was an exercise to keep him distracted from the worry and pain of being far from his loved ones. An exercise whose results he could retell to his beloved wife, Chris, that would be of little actual interest to her other then for her to hear that he was enjoying the study. It was enough that she would not suspect that his activities were less as safe as he cunningly portrayed. Only 209 more days approximately for them both to suffer through. Well him to suffer through really. Chris was being cosseted and spoiled by his family in his stead. Something he was thankful for as well as envious.
The Head Administrator scanned the disk impressed by the organization and detail. There were holes in the information which were understandable as the information was from history disks and did not include a cross referencing of star chart positions that might have pertained to the disk data. Occasionally a spatial notation would be lightly referred to but there was no collaborating justification. It offended his academic sensibilities. He would do the researcher a favor and ask an authority on paleoastronomy to review the work in progress. That decided and knowing which expert was most knowledgeable in the field, he composed an introductory message to send with the disks’ data entry coordinates.
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Six days later Rhys closed out his research for the day to have a message asking him to visit the Head Administrator appear on his data console.
‘How unusual for him to be contacting me‘, he thought, ‘it is about time for another summarization disk but he’s never seemed eager for their contents before.’ He shrugged. ‘Best just to go see and satisfy my curiosity.’
Another forty marks later, Rhys stormed out of the Central Education office and made his way to the console rooms where he was assured there would be a data console that he could use to complete the latest disk entry summarization.
‘He did not need an advisor. He was doing “Independent Research” which , by definition, meant it was to be done Independently.‘ He fumed frustrated from dealing with the bureaucratic bullshit.
The Administrator had tried to sugar coat the whole thing when he’d seen Rhys’ reaction but he’d informed him that there was a strong possibility that there would be a positive response from the individual he’d contacted. Rhys’ disks were a new slant on research into material too valuable to not be done right. Rhys would have to have an advisor, whether he wanted one or not. If this individual opted out then another would be found for him.
Rhys considered quitting the whole thing and finding a different project someplace else. ‘Let them take their regulations and stick them up..’, he stopped as he reach the first open data console rooms.
One console in the entire room had no one in front of it.
“Excuse me, but is anyone on this console? I would just need it for a very short time to finish up a project and then I’d be off and gone,” he asked the nearest person.
The other person looked up at him and then at the free console. “Sure, Nuri will be gone with the instructor for a while. His stuff is still open but you can work around it,” he said with a flip of his hand. “Here, let me bring up a new work surface for you.”
Another 15 marks and the newest disk was spun out to be sent in to the Administrator’s office. Rhys closed out his work surface and happened to glance at the material the absent Nuri had been working on.
‘Oh stars, Nuri was off on a wrong tangent resulting in a wrong answer to an old formulaic problem. He could give the other student a push in the right direction with a small correction. It was the least he could do as a thank you.’ “Excuse me. Sorry. How angry would Nuri be if I corrected a small part of his work?” ‘Okay the correction would be small but Nuri would have to rethink the main body of the problem write up.’ “His instructors would be upset with him if he turned such poor work.”
The other student looked blankly up at him. “What do you want to correct?”, he asked getting up to come around as Rhys pointed to the section he wanted to edit.
“This part here.. should read as this,” Rhys quickly put in the corrected part of the vector formula. It was an old formula solved long ago with three generations of new formulas building off of it now. The scholars at home had moved on to trying to puzzle out the 4th generation version.
Three other students had come up to look over his shoulder. One of them stepped back to a com-unit. The rest of the students were silently reading over the edited part.
‘That was odd. They acted stunned. Oh well, he was done here’ and with a murmur of thanks left the quiet room. ‘Really, what kind of poor excuses for educators did they have that they didn’t teach the correct way to work the Primary Spatial Vector Coordinate Formula.’ He was glad that he’d decided not to take any of the classes available. He’d do better studying on his own.
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Adan was frowning in concentration when Elron entered his suit of rooms. “I want you to look at this. Some student stepped into a SpatVec class to use a console and solved the ‘Coordinate Formula’. The instructors are trying to make the Head Administrator give up the student’s name. Generations have tried to solve that formula.” He paused. “What are you looking at?”
Adan looked up at him and tapped his personal console. “This is an innovative new vision of researching the locations of our previous home worlds. The research is nearly flawless. The reference points the same. It’s organized and so clear that your mind hurts for the possibilities. The Head Administrator would like me to think about becoming the student’s advisor.” “I’m .. considering it.”
Elron grinned. “Then we can go together tomorrow. You to discover more about of your advisee and be a distraction so that I can get the student’s name causing all the excited chaos in SpatVec. Why they think that the Planetary Security Head should meddle in academic matters is incomprehensible.” “I’ll call the Educational Head Administrator with when we’ll be there.” Adan nodded.
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‘Second time in a 3 day period,’ Rhys mused, ‘This is getting old fast. Let’s hope that the Head Administrator wants to tell me that the advisor policy has been rethought,’ he wished.., as he entered the building.
There was more of a uniformed presence in the building today. Perhaps something official was taking place. Usually such display of uniforms occurred out in the common fountain area that had on two sides the High Council Palace, and the Central Clinic with the Planetary Educational Facility making up the third side. The largest number of transmat ports he’d seen so far on the planet were here and the expanse of the city was the fourth side. It was a place for mixing of many societal elements. Some of the inhabitants of the High Council Palace liked to be ostentatious with a uniformed escort.
He stepped into the Head Administrator’s outer office greeting the cute admin assistant. “How are you today Lady? You are looking as beautiful as ever.” With a tilt of his head at the door,“He messaged me to be here at this time. I know how discrete you are”, he lower his voice in a sultry cajole, leaning forward on the desk to whisper in her ear ,” but can you give me a hint why he wanted to see me this time?” The one of the uniforms in the room snorted.
The assistant smiled up at him through her lashes flirtatiously. She’d already flicked the image com to allow the Head Administrator to see him walking through the doorway. “Why don’t you go in and ask him yourself. He’s waiting.”
With a sigh Rhys pushed himself back , his hands still resting on the desk. Still in his sultry voice but now expressing disappointment, he shook his head lamenting, “You are being too discrete today, Lady. If I‘m not in a good mood when I leave there,” he gestured towards the inner room, “I hope you will accept my apologies in advance for any rudeness.” Drawing himself upright and settling his tunic, he went through the doorway portal.
Other than the Head Administrator there were two others, judging by their clothing High Lords, seated in the inner chamber. He stopped for a moment then turned to the Head and apologized. “I see that you are busy with visitors. Perhaps I should make another appointment to return.” He bowed very slightly towards the visitors. “My apologies, Lords,” he was moving backwards toward the portal in as civilized a bolt for freedom a he could imagine.
The Head pushed a button on his desk locking the doorway closed. He had been expecting some resistance. His prized scholar would stay until he’d accepted the conditions that he’d setup for him with Lord Adan. ‘No one realized how much tact and diplomacy he had to exert with his position. Academics could be so willful and contentious sometimes; as this one was.’
“Lords, allow me to present the researcher I informed you about. This is Rhys.” “Rhys, this is Lords Adan and Elron. It was Lord Adan that I contacted about your research.”
Rhys was almost vibrating with his emotions. “ No offense meant Lord Adan, but I fear that the Head Administrator has over exaggerated my need for any assistance with my research. I am assuming that is why you find yourselves here?,” he inquired, icily glancing at the Head. “I neither need nor desire any interference in my research. I am doing ’Independent Research’. If at some point in the future however I would need to consult with you perhaps, I hope then, I might avail myself of your help.’ He added a wistful lilt at the end before continuing more firmly, “But I do not see that happening just yet.” ‘Or ever,’ he thought to himself. Just enough silk to ease the offense, much more steel to make known his resolve.
‘Shit.’ The asshole was smirking at him. High Lords were probably fed the ins and outs of political maneuvering with their mothers’ milk. If he needed to be overtly offensive, he could do that too. Better not to if he could help it. He liked to think he had considerable skill with a dance of bladed words.
Surprisingly it was the other lord, Elron, who took up the discussion, asking the Head Administrator for information about a different matter. “I understand that you are withholding the name of a scholar that the SpatVec instructors are interested in. They were so concerned that they came to me to persuade you.” There was steel of his own in his tone.
The Head Administrator smiled. “There is a reason that I have not released that name. One I’m sure that you will both agree with my decision once you have had the opportunity to do your own deciding. Rhys is that student.” He sat back in satisfaction. Both lords were now looking at the young researcher who was appearing not so sure of victory anymore. The Head Administrator knew he could retire from the combat when both lords’ faces took on sharp toothed smiles. They would do the fighting now.
Rhys must have read their faces accurately too. For he straightened his spine more rigidly and his face took on a haughty mien.
‘Offensive, it was then,’ he mentally said. “I will NOT have an advisor interfering in my work. ‘IN-DE-pendant Research’,” he enunciated, “is done ‘IN-DE-pendantly’,” said with emphasis. “If I had needed a fucking interfering advisor,I would have asked for one.
I. Don’t.
If I did need one, I would chose that individual myself and not have some incompetent fool forced on me trying to shove his cock up my ass to fuck me up. I repeat I will not except an advisor.” ‘Breathe Rhys, breathe.’
Oh, that was fun. He didn’t get to rant like that not nearly enough with swear words and totally inappropriate phrases. He caught himself before breaking into a smug smile. ‘Take that Head Administrator. Try and repair that rent in the fabric of your meddling. Bet you won’t be able to find me an advisor anywhere when this gets around.’
The Administrator just looked expectant.
Lord Adan stood and moved over into Rhys’ personal space. He brought his hand up and attempted to brush the back of it down the side of Rhys’ face. “Breathe Sweetheart. I am as competent at Paleoastronomy, a knowledge your research needs assistance with to judge by what I‘ve seen in your disks, as I am at dueling with words. We’ll talk about that later. But I assure you that you will like having my cock up your ass. I AM going to be your advisor. If a firm hand is needed to control you until you submit, I have it.” His hand wrapped around the nape of Rhys’ neck. His arm pulling Rhys’ hips flush against the hardened ridge between his own hips.
Rhys thought that the lord must find a challenge sexually arousing to judge by that ridge. Something the two of them shared in common then. ‘No, no, no, no,’ he shook his head. ‘This was not happening.’
As Lord Adan's lips slowly descended towards Rhys’ own, Rhys felt another body press against his from the rear and a hand slide down his abdomen to rest inside the opposite hip. The nip to his ear followed by the small kiss after, the breath against the side of his face as Lord Elron said, “His hand does have skill and what he lacks I’ll provide. You are ours, little scholar.”
“God help me. You’re the two from the club,” he just had time to murmur. Adan’s lips took his own with fire and force.
Cultures Meeting
Word count:2365
Rhys figured that he’d read through about an eighth of the ancient history disks in the Master Archives . He’d periodically summarized the information gleaned and spun onto a disk with footnotes of salient points. These were turned into the Head Administrator for the Planetary Educational Facility . He had no intention of publishing his results. For him it was an exercise to keep him distracted from the worry and pain of being far from his loved ones. An exercise whose results he could retell to his beloved wife, Chris, that would be of little actual interest to her other then for her to hear that he was enjoying the study. It was enough that she would not suspect that his activities were less as safe as he cunningly portrayed. Only 209 more days approximately for them both to suffer through. Well him to suffer through really. Chris was being cosseted and spoiled by his family in his stead. Something he was thankful for as well as envious.
The Head Administrator scanned the disk impressed by the organization and detail. There were holes in the information which were understandable as the information was from history disks and did not include a cross referencing of star chart positions that might have pertained to the disk data. Occasionally a spatial notation would be lightly referred to but there was no collaborating justification. It offended his academic sensibilities. He would do the researcher a favor and ask an authority on paleoastronomy to review the work in progress. That decided and knowing which expert was most knowledgeable in the field, he composed an introductory message to send with the disks’ data entry coordinates.
=========================================================================
Six days later Rhys closed out his research for the day to have a message asking him to visit the Head Administrator appear on his data console.
‘How unusual for him to be contacting me‘, he thought, ‘it is about time for another summarization disk but he’s never seemed eager for their contents before.’ He shrugged. ‘Best just to go see and satisfy my curiosity.’
Another forty marks later, Rhys stormed out of the Central Education office and made his way to the console rooms where he was assured there would be a data console that he could use to complete the latest disk entry summarization.
‘He did not need an advisor. He was doing “Independent Research” which , by definition, meant it was to be done Independently.‘ He fumed frustrated from dealing with the bureaucratic bullshit.
The Administrator had tried to sugar coat the whole thing when he’d seen Rhys’ reaction but he’d informed him that there was a strong possibility that there would be a positive response from the individual he’d contacted. Rhys’ disks were a new slant on research into material too valuable to not be done right. Rhys would have to have an advisor, whether he wanted one or not. If this individual opted out then another would be found for him.
Rhys considered quitting the whole thing and finding a different project someplace else. ‘Let them take their regulations and stick them up..’, he stopped as he reach the first open data console rooms.
One console in the entire room had no one in front of it.
“Excuse me, but is anyone on this console? I would just need it for a very short time to finish up a project and then I’d be off and gone,” he asked the nearest person.
The other person looked up at him and then at the free console. “Sure, Nuri will be gone with the instructor for a while. His stuff is still open but you can work around it,” he said with a flip of his hand. “Here, let me bring up a new work surface for you.”
Another 15 marks and the newest disk was spun out to be sent in to the Administrator’s office. Rhys closed out his work surface and happened to glance at the material the absent Nuri had been working on.
‘Oh stars, Nuri was off on a wrong tangent resulting in a wrong answer to an old formulaic problem. He could give the other student a push in the right direction with a small correction. It was the least he could do as a thank you.’ “Excuse me. Sorry. How angry would Nuri be if I corrected a small part of his work?” ‘Okay the correction would be small but Nuri would have to rethink the main body of the problem write up.’ “His instructors would be upset with him if he turned such poor work.”
The other student looked blankly up at him. “What do you want to correct?”, he asked getting up to come around as Rhys pointed to the section he wanted to edit.
“This part here.. should read as this,” Rhys quickly put in the corrected part of the vector formula. It was an old formula solved long ago with three generations of new formulas building off of it now. The scholars at home had moved on to trying to puzzle out the 4th generation version.
Three other students had come up to look over his shoulder. One of them stepped back to a com-unit. The rest of the students were silently reading over the edited part.
‘That was odd. They acted stunned. Oh well, he was done here’ and with a murmur of thanks left the quiet room. ‘Really, what kind of poor excuses for educators did they have that they didn’t teach the correct way to work the Primary Spatial Vector Coordinate Formula.’ He was glad that he’d decided not to take any of the classes available. He’d do better studying on his own.
===========================================================================
Adan was frowning in concentration when Elron entered his suit of rooms. “I want you to look at this. Some student stepped into a SpatVec class to use a console and solved the ‘Coordinate Formula’. The instructors are trying to make the Head Administrator give up the student’s name. Generations have tried to solve that formula.” He paused. “What are you looking at?”
Adan looked up at him and tapped his personal console. “This is an innovative new vision of researching the locations of our previous home worlds. The research is nearly flawless. The reference points the same. It’s organized and so clear that your mind hurts for the possibilities. The Head Administrator would like me to think about becoming the student’s advisor.” “I’m .. considering it.”
Elron grinned. “Then we can go together tomorrow. You to discover more about of your advisee and be a distraction so that I can get the student’s name causing all the excited chaos in SpatVec. Why they think that the Planetary Security Head should meddle in academic matters is incomprehensible.” “I’ll call the Educational Head Administrator with when we’ll be there.” Adan nodded.
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‘Second time in a 3 day period,’ Rhys mused, ‘This is getting old fast. Let’s hope that the Head Administrator wants to tell me that the advisor policy has been rethought,’ he wished.., as he entered the building.
There was more of a uniformed presence in the building today. Perhaps something official was taking place. Usually such display of uniforms occurred out in the common fountain area that had on two sides the High Council Palace, and the Central Clinic with the Planetary Educational Facility making up the third side. The largest number of transmat ports he’d seen so far on the planet were here and the expanse of the city was the fourth side. It was a place for mixing of many societal elements. Some of the inhabitants of the High Council Palace liked to be ostentatious with a uniformed escort.
He stepped into the Head Administrator’s outer office greeting the cute admin assistant. “How are you today Lady? You are looking as beautiful as ever.” With a tilt of his head at the door,“He messaged me to be here at this time. I know how discrete you are”, he lower his voice in a sultry cajole, leaning forward on the desk to whisper in her ear ,” but can you give me a hint why he wanted to see me this time?” The one of the uniforms in the room snorted.
The assistant smiled up at him through her lashes flirtatiously. She’d already flicked the image com to allow the Head Administrator to see him walking through the doorway. “Why don’t you go in and ask him yourself. He’s waiting.”
With a sigh Rhys pushed himself back , his hands still resting on the desk. Still in his sultry voice but now expressing disappointment, he shook his head lamenting, “You are being too discrete today, Lady. If I‘m not in a good mood when I leave there,” he gestured towards the inner room, “I hope you will accept my apologies in advance for any rudeness.” Drawing himself upright and settling his tunic, he went through the doorway portal.
Other than the Head Administrator there were two others, judging by their clothing High Lords, seated in the inner chamber. He stopped for a moment then turned to the Head and apologized. “I see that you are busy with visitors. Perhaps I should make another appointment to return.” He bowed very slightly towards the visitors. “My apologies, Lords,” he was moving backwards toward the portal in as civilized a bolt for freedom a he could imagine.
The Head pushed a button on his desk locking the doorway closed. He had been expecting some resistance. His prized scholar would stay until he’d accepted the conditions that he’d setup for him with Lord Adan. ‘No one realized how much tact and diplomacy he had to exert with his position. Academics could be so willful and contentious sometimes; as this one was.’
“Lords, allow me to present the researcher I informed you about. This is Rhys.” “Rhys, this is Lords Adan and Elron. It was Lord Adan that I contacted about your research.”
Rhys was almost vibrating with his emotions. “ No offense meant Lord Adan, but I fear that the Head Administrator has over exaggerated my need for any assistance with my research. I am assuming that is why you find yourselves here?,” he inquired, icily glancing at the Head. “I neither need nor desire any interference in my research. I am doing ’Independent Research’. If at some point in the future however I would need to consult with you perhaps, I hope then, I might avail myself of your help.’ He added a wistful lilt at the end before continuing more firmly, “But I do not see that happening just yet.” ‘Or ever,’ he thought to himself. Just enough silk to ease the offense, much more steel to make known his resolve.
‘Shit.’ The asshole was smirking at him. High Lords were probably fed the ins and outs of political maneuvering with their mothers’ milk. If he needed to be overtly offensive, he could do that too. Better not to if he could help it. He liked to think he had considerable skill with a dance of bladed words.
Surprisingly it was the other lord, Elron, who took up the discussion, asking the Head Administrator for information about a different matter. “I understand that you are withholding the name of a scholar that the SpatVec instructors are interested in. They were so concerned that they came to me to persuade you.” There was steel of his own in his tone.
The Head Administrator smiled. “There is a reason that I have not released that name. One I’m sure that you will both agree with my decision once you have had the opportunity to do your own deciding. Rhys is that student.” He sat back in satisfaction. Both lords were now looking at the young researcher who was appearing not so sure of victory anymore. The Head Administrator knew he could retire from the combat when both lords’ faces took on sharp toothed smiles. They would do the fighting now.
Rhys must have read their faces accurately too. For he straightened his spine more rigidly and his face took on a haughty mien.
‘Offensive, it was then,’ he mentally said. “I will NOT have an advisor interfering in my work. ‘IN-DE-pendant Research’,” he enunciated, “is done ‘IN-DE-pendantly’,” said with emphasis. “If I had needed a fucking interfering advisor,I would have asked for one.
I. Don’t.
If I did need one, I would chose that individual myself and not have some incompetent fool forced on me trying to shove his cock up my ass to fuck me up. I repeat I will not except an advisor.” ‘Breathe Rhys, breathe.’
Oh, that was fun. He didn’t get to rant like that not nearly enough with swear words and totally inappropriate phrases. He caught himself before breaking into a smug smile. ‘Take that Head Administrator. Try and repair that rent in the fabric of your meddling. Bet you won’t be able to find me an advisor anywhere when this gets around.’
The Administrator just looked expectant.
Lord Adan stood and moved over into Rhys’ personal space. He brought his hand up and attempted to brush the back of it down the side of Rhys’ face. “Breathe Sweetheart. I am as competent at Paleoastronomy, a knowledge your research needs assistance with to judge by what I‘ve seen in your disks, as I am at dueling with words. We’ll talk about that later. But I assure you that you will like having my cock up your ass. I AM going to be your advisor. If a firm hand is needed to control you until you submit, I have it.” His hand wrapped around the nape of Rhys’ neck. His arm pulling Rhys’ hips flush against the hardened ridge between his own hips.
Rhys thought that the lord must find a challenge sexually arousing to judge by that ridge. Something the two of them shared in common then. ‘No, no, no, no,’ he shook his head. ‘This was not happening.’
As Lord Adan's lips slowly descended towards Rhys’ own, Rhys felt another body press against his from the rear and a hand slide down his abdomen to rest inside the opposite hip. The nip to his ear followed by the small kiss after, the breath against the side of his face as Lord Elron said, “His hand does have skill and what he lacks I’ll provide. You are ours, little scholar.”
“God help me. You’re the two from the club,” he just had time to murmur. Adan’s lips took his own with fire and force.
Cultures Meeting
