Riss Series 4: The Riss Accession Read Online Free

challenged you relieved of command and put
under arrest, pending an inquiry . It's probably a smart move since the army and Shark
pilots are none too pleased the navy fired on a ship with their
friends aboard. Admiral Osborne returned yesterday from Fools Landing, which by
all accounts has escalated Wattson's really lousy mood to new
heights. Admiral Plimson is due tomorrow, which has the fleet nervous. The grumbling
and calls to destroy Freeland and the Riss have stopped. Everyone knows something bad is going to happen and is trying to stay below the radar."
    "I imagine we'll be seeing Plimson
and Wattson tomorrow," Pavao said, taking another lick of her fruity ice
cream cone. "What have you got planned for them, Nadya? I'll bet it will cause a Medusa -sized headache."
    Alena, Jaelle, and Elissa looked
nervous, watching Pavao and me. She was relaxed and smiling.
    
    
    
    
    
    "Nothing. I think the bigger
question is ‘What are they planning for us and Freeland?’ The price may be
high."
    "You could change your mind,"
Elissa said, in a whisper.
      "We owe Admiral Plimson a great deal, but we cannot partner with people we don't trust. And I don't trust the assembled captains and their
crews."
    "I’m looking forward to
tomorrow," Terril said to no one in particular.
    "Why?" Pavaoasked , looking up at her.
    "It's fun to watch masters
dance," Terril grinned.
    Pavao sat quietly
for a while, then nodded. "The Admirals and the dybbuk . I think
you're right , Gunny."
    
     Image of a Riss sitting in
a lounge chair, watching me and two admirals throwing things at each other.
    *
* *
    As Pavao had predicted, the Bateleur hadn’t
even stopped decelerating when Terril's SID beeped. When she turned it on,
Bradshaw's face appeared.
    "Yes?"
    "Is the very attractive Captain
Reese available, Gunny?"
    "For you, I'm sure she is."
Terril grinned and held out her SID towards me. "You must admit, Wattson
and Plimson are sneaky."
    I had to grin . Yes, I would
never refuse a call, date, or invitation from Sean.
    "Good morning, Sean. Wish you were
here." For his sake , I hoped he wasn't on speaker with
others listening.
    "Me too. Admirals Plimson and
Wattson would like to speak to you. They will send a shuttle for
you or meet with you on Freeland if you prefer." He looked gorgeous, even with the
worried frown. For a moment , I wished he and I could settle down on
Freeland and raise a family. A wonderful dream.
    "Freeland. There are others who
need to be present."
    "When? The Bateleur should
be in orbit within the next three hours."
    "At Admiral Plimson's convenience.
I'm not busy ," I said and couldn't help a laugh. Only a couple of weeks ago, I
was juggling what seemed like a hundred projects. Today I sat eating breakfast
with none. "Someone will pick them up at the normal landing pad. We can meet
at the clan ’s administration building, if that's acceptable."
    "I'll get back to you, Nadya."
    "Terril, can you get a hold of Ni'Shay ?"
    She nodded. A few minutes later she
handed me her SID.
    "Elder Ni'Shay , Admiral
Plimson wants a meeting with me. I've suggested the administration
building since I believe you and the elders should attend . Plimson will
have questions for you, and I cannot make decisions for the clans ."
    "You do, dybbuk , but I
understand we must figure it out for ourselves so that we own it." He
chuckled. "Let me know the time, and we will arrange transportation for
you and them."
    * * *
    The time was set for seventeen hundred hours
that evening . I dressed in
black slacks with a maroon long sleeved blouse I had purchased in Rupea the day after
we arrived. We had each purchased a complete wardrobe, including winter
clothing for time in the wilderness with the Riss. Ni'Shay was aboard
the shuttle that arrived to pick us up.
    "I'm looking forward to the meeting
as are the other elders," Ni'Shay said as he exited