Mike smiled as he watched the ship dock. He hadn’t seen a Minotaur-class two cruiser in quite some time. His guess was that it was Jones’ sense of humor that they would arrive in a ship that was named for the Tero proto-species.

He knew that Naden wouldn’t stop her since he like a good joke and Saben would laugh after he yelled a bit if he even got the joke. He realized that he’d missed his old friend but he really didn’t need the hassle they could cause. He liked not having anyone depend on him.

“That little bitch.” Saben grunted letting Mike know he got the joke. “She could have at least used a new one. I hate when she calls me old.”

Mike smirked. “You got to remember Saben. To her you are old. Humans don’t live as long as other species. Wait, the do live longer then Tero.”

“Shut it Mike.” Saben growled. “We still make it to one hundred years old. That may not compare to the elf four hundred or the human one-fifty but it is still long enough to really live.”

“I’m not the one calling you a maze stalker horn head.” Mike laughed. “Jones still has a soft spot for you. You should be happy that she does. At least we are still all friends.”

“Regardless of he smart ass.” Saben smiled. “I have missed her.”

Mike thought back to the old days and remembered how close they had been. He had always believed that if humans and Tero could breed something they thankfully couldn’t do; Jones would have left the military to give birth to Saben’s child. They never showed it openly but they had always been very close and they always seemed to care more then they should about each other.

He looked at the loading ramp as it extended and locked into place. Mike felt Saben fight a jump as the door opened and guards started down the ramp followed by an elf in an Alliance uniform and a female dressed in a lab coat. Mike smiled as they came down the ramp and moved towards them.

“Is that my old CO I see.” The tall blond elf said. “It’s good to know that you’re still out there fighting the fight Michlon. The problem is that we need you with us more then we need you out there causing trouble.”

Mike laughed and hugged his old friend. “How are you Commander Ovar?”

“It’s General Ovar now Captain Dàj.” The elf smiled. “And you damn well know that neither of us wants to call to call each other by title. How have you been? Have you taken care of your problem?”

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