A new entry in the Omicron Matter, Building a Coalition, Revisited. The ships have arrived at the Tymbrimi home planet. Brian Tuireann has arranged a meeting of the Uycarrans who are in station to meet with Millicent. The meeting starts well, but quickly raises issues.
For those who are new to the Omicron Matter, the book home page is a good place to start
This is a long block of writing that I have decided to separate into a couple of chapters and probably a short story. My long suffering editor took issue with one long section that (admittedly) did not move the story forward. The length became too much of a burden overall. So I am solving the problem by making it into smaller pieces. I am also trying out a writing program and have typed this chapter in directly. The tool is great from an organizational standpoint, but I am not yet proficient enough in it to feel comfortable. I find formatting a bit of a pain and “Copy/Paste” to here required some tweeking. I am told that, when I am ready to publish formally, this will make it easier.
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Reunions and Commitments
Millicent, John Smith and Brian Tuireann sat in front of the assembled Uycarrans. There were a total of 15 including the three. Each dressed to match their current trading interest. Millicent wore a pastel blue dress with a hat that would have fit nicely at a Savoy tea. She avoided the corset figuring humans were already viewed as barbaric and the painful and contorting style would only reinforce such notions. Smith chose a dark suit with a high collar and thin tie. Instead of a bowler, he wore a broad flat brimmed hat. He some how managed to find boots.The outfit reflected his new interests in the Americas. Brian Tuireann wore a multi colored unisuit reflecting his trade with Tymbrimi and other stations. He had even dyed his hair a bright purple.
Each person in the room had a notebook that was communicating with a ship AI. The AIs would be recording the meeting, advising and probably conferring among themselves.
Turieann raised his hand and coughed lightly. The circle came to order. Brian smiled and said, “I would like to welcome the newest member of our tea party. Millicent Morgaine.”
Millicent was shocked at the loud and raucous cheers. She looked at Smith who rolled his eyes and said, “Just wait. It isn’t all hugs and kisses…I assure you.”
There were shouts of “Modron…Modron”…her family’s house. But Smith was right, there were three in the circle who stayed seated and stared at her with hostility. When there was the slightest break in the noise, one of the three stood. He wore a long black leather duster coat and gloves. His trousers were black. Everything about him was dark. He spoke softly, “She has no right.” There were boos and catcalls but he crossed his arms and said more loudly, “She has no right.” There were more boos and someone tried to pull him down.
Millicent shouted, “Let him speak…Let him speak. What he says is true.”
There was a silence and the man shouted, “She forfeited her right to loyalty when she allowed…she allowed herself to be the Guild’s toy.”