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    Listening as the High Seraph spoke, the Emperor considered her words somewhat. He took note of the fact that people called her High Seraph in public situations, but as he wasn't a particularly formal people, he simply gave her a nod. "Very well then. I should call you High Seraph in formal settings... Irida," he remarked. Since there weren't a whole lot of people in the room at the moment, he figured he didn't need to refer to her in a formal way, and simply called her by name as he wasn't a particularly formal person.

    He couldn't help but smile at Rhea's adorably behavior, giving a nod to the young princess. "Good..." he remarked as he led her through the halls, holding on to Beatrice's little hand as he did so. "You can call me what you like.... so can Irida," he remarked. "Though you might want to use formality in formal settings," he pointed out as he walked the two towards the landing craft.

    Giving Irida a nod, he made his way into the pilot seat of the dropship. "We have plenty of qualified pilots, but... well, I figured it best to keep you company rather than throwing you into the hangar bar with the scary battlesuits. And I'm not such a bad pilot, after all." In truth, he was a very good pilot, but rarely had he an opportunity to pilot in combat situations as it was an incredibly risky place for the most high value target in the entire Imperium.

    Directing Irida into the co-pilot seat, he showed her how to activate the gravity web harness that would ensure her safety throughout the short flight. Far better than a seatbelt at what it did, it allowed an organic life form to survive the high acceleration of the two hundred gravity drive of the vessel. "Go ahead and take your seats," he said to Beatrice and Rhea, gesturing to his lap and Irida's, noting how the High Seraph's sitting position caused her panties to be visible, but trying not to stare at them too much. "We'll be taking off as soon as I get the all clear from Gunther." No doubt the General of the Imperial Guard was already in the process of loading his best battlesuit troopers into the hangar bay of the same dropship, out of view of the Seraphkin.

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    Pleased to hear the permission to speak informally to the Emperor, Rhea immediately began to contemplate the best nickname to use for him. Since she had never been around a man before, it was difficult for the girl to decide on anything other than his name. "Rhea can say Oniichan," Beatrice suggested, her hand gently clasped around the Emperor's as they walked. "O...nii...chan?" Rhea repeated slowly, earning a vigorous nod from the Cytherean. "Irida can use it, too! It's a good nickname for Daddy," Beatrice continued, peeking back at Irida with another bright smile. While Rhea didn't quite know the meaning behind the nickname, the suggestion did cause a light blush to appear on Irida's cheeks as she nodded. She couldn't say no to the organic body of the AI, even if the Cytherean was potentially older than even Irida herself.

    Entering the cockpit of the dropship, Irida took her seat in the co-pilot chair while she listened to Donald speak. It was actually comforting to hear that he would be the one taking them to the Aurora, although she wondered if he was putting them here for another reason as well. "Well, we appreciate the hospitality. I don't think Rhea would've appreciated being surrounded by those battlesuits," Irida chuckled, teasing her younger sister a bit. "They weren't that scary..." Rhea mumbled softly in response, a slight pout curled on her lips since she knew she truly would not have enjoyed behind kept back with the suits.

    The Seraphkin princess then approached Irida to take a seat on her sister's lap, but Beatrice took hold of her hand before she could do so. "Rhea can sit on Oniichan's lap! Beatrice will sit on Oneesama's," the Cytherean decided, giving Rhea a gentle push towards Donald while she climbed up into Irida's lap. As she was getting on the High Seraph's lap, she happened to accidentally hike the Seraphkin's dress a bit higher, revealing more of her panties to the Emperor. Irida was unaware of the undergarment flash, too focused on holding Beatrice heavy so the small girl didn't fall off her lap.

    The seating change was a bit of a surprise for Rhea, and she remained where she was for a few moments before slowly approaching Donald. "Rhea...can sit in Oniichan's lap?" she asked, deciding it was best to ask his permission before doing so. There was a blush already beginning to blossom on the princess's cheeks, but deep down she was very pleased to get the lap that she had originally wanted.
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    The Emperor couldn't help but chuckle somewhat at the nicknames selected for him by the Cytherean girl. "It's a way of saying Big Sister, I guess, but for a male." he said with a shrug, figuring the translation was accurate enough, realizing that the Seraphkin might not have a proper term for Brother as they were, from what he understood of them so far, an all-female race. He didn't object to them calling him such any more than he objected to Beatrice calling him Daddy, as the AI organism apparently thought of him as such since she was created a year or so ago.

    He nodded to Irida's words of appreciation. "Of course," he said, and though he couldn't figure out why Beatrice decided to switch laps, he didn't object to it, noting how Irida's panties became a bit more exposed as the little Cytherean girl made herself comfortable in her lap. Beatrice's own little flash of skin wasn't lost on him either, but he passed it off on the Cytherean's lack of experience in wearing clothing as she didn't need any in her natural state.

    Giving the princess a nod, he helped her into his lap, holding her securely in order to ensure the gravity web would provide the necessary safety net for both of them. "If we're all settled in... I've just received word that our escort is ready. Beatrice, go ahead and give the CCC shuttle clearance to depart..." With that, he tapped into the neural induction web and, without grabbing on to any controls, took control of the dropship by focusing his thoughts. The boat bay door opened, at the shuttle accelerated rapidly out of the Purgatory into the depths of space, heading in the direction of the Aurora.

    Though the distance between the ships was hundreds of thousands of miles, the dropship covered the distance quickly using its powerful gravity drive. "Irida, can you tell them to open the door for us?" he asked the High Seraph, waiting for the CCC flagship to open up its hangar bay before navigating the dropship into it. As he did so, he reviewed the scanner data and noted how surprisingly empty the hangar was, compared to a typical Imperial carrier, soon making his way to an empty landing area and touching down on the alien vessel.

    "Ladies first," he said to the girls, gesturing for them to greet the seraphic welcoming party before stepping out onto the hangar deck himself.

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    The Seraphkin princess situated herself on the Emperor's lap with his assistance, and the blush on her cheeks immediately grew brighter once she was comfortable in her new seat. She had never sat on a man's lap before, and the unfamiliar sensation beneath her caused the girl to fidget around for a moment. "Oniichan's lap is different than Irida's," Rhea whispered, not wanting the other girls to hear her as she spoke the embarrassing words. Each time she moved, she could feel herself rub against the man, causing an unusual feeling to fill her tummy. "R-Rhea is sorry..." she stammered out yet another apology, hoping he couldn't feel the dampness in a certain area as she finally forced herself to sit still on his lap.

    Meanwhile, the little Cytherean got herself settled on Irida's lap as well, and the AI purposely sat in such a way to reveal the bare space beneath her dress, wanting to give the Emperor a good view as they got prepared to leave for the Aurora. Despite having the body of a young girl, she was not completely oblivious to the things most girls her assumed age would be. She actually knew more than even she would admit, but her attraction towards Emperor Donald was very clear nonetheless. The flash of skin wasn't even the only thing she had done on purpose, as she was aware of the High Seraph's panty flash yet didn't mention it to the older Seraphkin.

    It seemed she didn't need to do so anyway, since Irida was already blushing just from sitting in such close proximity to the man. The High Seraph couldn't help but gaze at the Emperor as he took control of the shuttle, silently observing the man now that she had a moment to do so. She was beginning to wonder why her mother had hated men so much, since Emperor Donald had been nothing but kind to her even though he was in the middle of fighting a war. There were just a few things that she didn't yet understand...one of which being the unusual pull she felt towards him.

    Her thoughts were interrupted as the man spoke up, and the blush on her cheeks grew brighter as she realized she had been staring. She focused her gaze on the Cytherean on her lap instead, watching as the AI organism sent a signal to Celeste and Haven, telling the two Seraphkin to lead the way. "All done, Daddy!" Beatrice chirped, huddling close to Irida as the shuttle took off towards the Aurora.

    The quick travel didn't leave much time for small talk between the girls, and soon enough they were reaching the Aurora. "Celeste and Haven should have gotten a door open for us to go in," Irida assured, knowing that the other two Seraphkin would be sure they had a place to enter. As the dropship entered the vessel, Irida could already feel herself relaxing now that she was back on her own ship.

    With the Emperor's permission, Rhea and Irida exited the dropship before him, both girls smiling as a small group of Seraphkin hurried over to greet them.
    "High Seraph! It's so nice to have you back!"
    "You weren't harmed, were you?"
    "He didn't rape you, did he?"
    The onslaught of questions caused Irida to laugh, shaking her head at the girls. "No, no. No one was hurt or raped. In fact... He's here to help us," she added, glancing over her shoulder towards the man. The Seraphkin welcome party followed her gaze, and the crew members immediately straightened up at the sight of the man. "This, is Emperor Donald III. He is going to take a look at a few things and hopefully help us better understand the things we are unclear of," she explained, motioning for the man to come closer and greet the girls.

    Some of the Seraphkin were confused as they gazed at the man, while others looked a bit displeased by his presence on the Aurora.
    -- lobo

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    Chuckling somewhat at the way the princess shifted on his lap, the Emperor shrugged at her comment. "Well, of course... I'm a guy, after all." He figured it only natural that his lap be different from Irida's.... not just because he was bigger, but because he was male. He found it adorable, however, how innocent the girl was... as if she had never met a man before, which, perhaps, she hadn't, from what he knew of the Seraphkin of the CCC.

    For the most part, he focused on the flight, unable to allow himself to get distracted too much by the view offered to him of the Cytherean and the High Seraph, for risk of crashing the dropship into the side of the Aurora rather than properly landing it in the hangar bay. Once he had landed, however, he noted the view return as the girls climbed out of the rather cramped cockpit that had been designed for two men, rather than one man and three girls.

    As he descended as well, he was soon accompanied by Gunther and several other soldiers.... thankfully having left their battlesuits behind in the dropship. Shaking his head and sighing at the reaction of some of the Seraphkin, he muttered, "Quite the optimistic view they have of men" in a rather sarcastic manner as he let Irida greet them.

    "Beatrice would be the most qualified to look over your ship... I may be a genius, but I'm not a Cytherean. Gunther and his men will need a place to stay.... as will I, I suppose." He reached down and took little Beatrice's hand in his own. "What would you like to show us first, though?" he asked the High Seraph as the silent, large Gunther and his guards began to position themselves around the Emperor in a protective manner. He supposed he could dismiss the guard if he wanted to, but given how clearly unhappy some of the Seraphkin were about his presence on the Aurora, it seemed they might be needed after all.

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    The sight of the Emperor, as well as the guards around him, had the Seraphkin crew a bit on edge. A man had never stepped foot on their flagship before, and now there were over a dozen standing before them. Irida knew that they would react in this way, but she was hoping that the girls would welcome him after realizing he was not there to harm them in any way.

    "Hi! Beatrice is excited to meet everyone, and she hopes everyone can get along and be friends!" Beatrice piped up as the Emperor mentioned her to the Seraphkin, lifting her free hand to wave while the other clutched onto Donald's hand. As the Seraphkin crew looked away from Donald and his guards, their gazes landed on the AI organism instead, and the sight of the small girl seemed to ease their discomfort just the slightest. "I agree with Beatrice, here. I think we should all welcome Emperor Donald III and his men. Please treat him with as much respect, if not more, than you would provide to me," Irida added after the Cytherean spoke, then dismissed the welcoming committee so she could focus on Donald.

    "I'm very sorry... The girls have never been around men, so it will take some time for them to warm up to having all of you here. Please, don't take offense," Irida started, wanting to apologize on behalf of her crew before she took him any farther into the ship. "As for where all of you will stay..." she trailed off, tapping a finger against her chin as she considered. "Daddy and Beatrice can stay with Oneesan and Rhea-chan!" Beatrice was quick to suggest, looking up at the Emperor with a bright smile. "She can keep him safe, if that's okay with Oniisan," she added, looking to Gunther now as she expected him to agree.

    A warm blush started to spread across the High Seraph's cheeks as she considered Beatrice's suggestion, but after a moment, she did give a small nod of agreement with the Cytherean. "Emperor Donald and Beatrice can stay in my room. There's a room right next to ours that Gunther and the rest of the guards may stay in, so he will still be close without the room being over crowded," she explained, looking to Gunther for approval. She knew that it would be difficult for the man to agree to these terms, but keeping Emperor Donald with her was the best option.

    "I suppose that's a good place to start. If you all will follow me, the rooms are right this way," The High Seraph added, motioning for the Emperor and his guards to follow her as she started to make her way through the Aurora.
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    The reactions of the Seraphkin soldiers further hinted at the mono-gendered nature of their warships. This was soon confirmed by the words of the High Seraph, causing the Emperor to give a slight nod in her direction. "I see..." he remarked, thinking over and wondering how their society was able to function without any males. "I suppose it must come as a bit of a surprise to them... but so long as they obey your orders like good soldiers, we shouldn't have any problems."

    As Beatrice suggested he stay in the same room as the High Seraph and her younger sister, Donald III frowned somewhat in concentration as he considered the meaning behind her words. Without speaking out loud, he used his hyperlink to think his thoughts to the Cytherean. "What exactly are you planning, Beatrice? If this is some sort of strategy, I would like to see the full details in a memorandum."

    However, once Irida readily agreed to allowing him to stay in the same room as him, the Emperor realized it would be rather rude to simply reject her offer outright. "Very well then," he said to the blushing teen, "After you then. As they say on Achenar IV, 'Ladies First.' As for Gunther, I imagine he will want to station a guard or two outside your room at all times... but they shouldn't bother us so long as Beatrice is close by." After all, Beatrice was in constant communication with the guards through their hyperlinks at all times, and could alert any of them in an instant to any potential danger.

    He thought it odd that the room next to Irida was supposedly large enough for all of the guards to fit comfortably, but perhaps it was a royal barracks of some kind specifically for such a purpose. As he began to follow the High Seraph towards her bedroom, he noted that the corridors of the Aurora were rather spacious compared to the Purgatory. "Do all CCC warships look like luxury cruise liners from the inside, Irida?" he asked, figuring formality wasn't essential since her welcoming committee had been dismissed and the bodyguards who had accompanied her to the Purgatory were still nowhere in sight.

    Gunther remained silent, as did the guards accompanying him as they made their way towards the room adjacent to Irida's. In truth, his communications with the Emperor were nonverbal, a series of messages passed back and forth at the speed of thought through their hyperlink implants.
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    To avoid suspicion, the little Cytherean girl didn’t look up at Donald as she receieved his hyperlink message, not wanting the High Seraph to get suspicious, especially since the AI organism knew things that even Irida didn’t know about the Seraphkin. She had been carefully observing the angelic aliens ever since the girls boarded the Purgatory, and what she discovered was quite exciting. “Beatrice did not mean to keep things secret from Daddy, but she has made a discovery about the Seraphkin that could be strategic,” she responded to the man through the hyperlink, giving his hand a soft squeeze. The girl then created a mental document containing the information she had picked up on about the Seraphkin, sending it to the man to look over. She hoped he would be pleased by her discovery, knowing that the information could be used to benefit them tremendously.

    As Irida listened to the Emperor speak, she didn’t hesitate to nod her head in response. “Yes, of course. That will be just fine,” she assured, realizing that having a few of the guards close would help ease Gunther’s concerns. The High Seraph then guided the Emperor and his guards to the section of the flagship where the Seraphkin bedrooms were located and she let out a soft laugh as she heard Donald’s question. “Yes, typically. While the Purgatory is meant for maximizing space, the Aurora is designed to be visually pleasing to help make the crew feel more at home,” she explained, glancing back at the man with a smile. The Aurora did not carry the same amount of firepower that the Purgatory held, and the weapons that were kept on board did not require large amounts of space.

    Irida slowed her steps as Haven and Celeste came into view, the two Seraphkin guards standing outside the High Seraph’s room waiting for them to arrive. “This one is mine, and the one over there can be for Gunther and the guards,” Irida motioned to each room as she spoke, glancing towards Gunther with a shy smile. “If the room turns out to be too small for you all to fit comfortably, feel free to inform Celeste and she can clear a second room as well,” she continued, and Celeste nodded to the guards to show she was the one being referred to.

    The High Seraph was beginning to grow embarrassed at the realization that he would truly be staying in the room with her and Rhea, but she wasn’t about to take back the offer she made. “Would you like to rest and relax for a bit? The technology won’t be going anywhere and... It may be a good idea to get everyone settled first,” Irida offered, wanting to give the man the option. “Yes, Beatrice thinks that would be a good idea,” The AI chirped, tugging the Emperor’s hand gently to guide him closer to the automatic slide-y doors that lead into Irida’s bedroom.
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    Upon hearing the message sent by the Cytherean's organic proxy, the Emperor began to review the document that she sent, while simultaneously showing no reaction to her words or his own reaction to the attached document that came mere moments afterward. The information provided by Beatrice's document was... quite interesting, indeed. He suspected she had already taken some liberties in examining the biological code contained within the Seraphkin DNA, but if the information was correct... they could indeed win a very valuable ally, should her plan work out as outlined.

    Of course, the fact that Beatrice's strategy was also in line with Royal Proclamation 69, which stated that Emperor Donald III, who had for the past several decades resisted the prospect of arranged marriage for personal reasons, such as the fact that he refused to be stuck in a monogamous marriage to someone who he didn't even like in order to further the political agenda of the Imperium, would not only have the typical single-marriage law lifted for the Emperor position in particular, but also be required to select no fewer than 69 potential brides from various noble houses, both within the Imperium and among their vassals, by Galactic Standard Year 1019... well, it didn't seem like he could resist the Council of Kings forever in this matter.

    "Interesting..." he said to the High Seraph as she spoke of the Aurora's design. "Sounds sort of similar to Surian military vessels in design." It was a reference to another empire which neighbored the Imperium, who was overall incredibly peaceful and highly advanced, relying on superior technology to act as a deterrent against smaller, belligerent civilizations. This further supported his hypothesis in that the CCC likely hadn't been involved in a major war since before the Imperium's rise to power, if ever, which was a stark contrast to the series of large-scale interstellar conquests that he had been in charge of throughout his own reign as Emperor.

    Upon arriving at the High Seraph's personal quarters, he gave a polite nod of recognition to Haven and Celeste, wondering somewhat how well they would get along with Gunther's guards, who would no doubt take shifts outside the slide-y doors themselves. "I'll let them know if we need another room," he said to Irida, noting her blush as she offered to allow him the chance to rest for a bit.

    Though he wasn't particularly tired, the way Beatrice spoke up and began tugging him in the direction of the slide-y doors indicated that she believed it was time to execute her plan. Though Donald III still wasn't sure if it was the best idea... he understood that in order to accomplish great feats, some degree of risk was required. "Alright then," he said, allowing the Cytherean to lead him in to the High Seraph's personal quarters and taking a look around inside.

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    Hearing the man mention yet another Empire that was unfamiliar to the High Seraph, Irida took note of what he said in case the information proved to be useful at a later point in time. "Because we tend to spend long periods of time on the Aurora, it is best for it to remain comfortable and home-like," she continued to explain the reasoning behind the design of the Aurora, hoping that some of this information may help Donald better understand the Seraphkin race. "If the girls are surrounded by dangerous weapons while stuck in cramped spaces for an extended period of time, I worry that it would poorly influence them... Does that make sense?" she added, looking to the Emperor with a slightly sheepish smile. The spaciousness and decorations of the Aurora was more important to the Seraphkin for many reasons, and Irida wondered if those reasons would make sense to a man who focused more on the complete opposite.

    As Beatrice eagerly agreed to the Emperor getting rest, Irida was a bit confused as to why the small girl seemed so excited by this. She decided to assume that it was just a part of Beatrice's character, and that the AI organism just wanted to be sure Donald was well rested. "Haven and I would feel better if the two of us guarded from inside the room, if the High Seraph will allow it," Celeste spoke up before Beatrice could drag the Emperor fully into the room, and Irida's gaze automatically drifted to Gunther. "Would that be alright with you?" she asked, wanting to be sure the guard had no objection to the request. She didn't want the man to think that they were doing this to put Donald in harms way.

    Once Gunther gave his confirmation, Irida laughed softly as Beatrice didn't hesitate to pull the Emperor into the room. Rhea quickly followed behind the pair, while the older three Seraphkin trailed behind. "Emperor Donald, you and Beatrice-" Irida began to speak, just to be interrupted by the little AI. "Oniichan, remember?" Beatrice reminded the girl, smiling brightly and adorably at the High Seraph. A light shade of pink spread across the Seraphkin's cheeks, and she gave a small nod of gratitude to her. "Oniichan can take a seat wherever he would like... Is anyone hungry?" Irida corrected herself before making the offer of food, wanting to take good care of the guests.

    There were various places to sit within the spacious room, including the large bed positioned in the far corner. Beatrice, of course, made a beeline for the bed, hopping up onto it without hesitation. "Daddy, Daddy! Beatrice likes the Aurora. It's a pretty," the AI chirped, encouraging Rhea to join her on the bed. The young Seraphkin princess happily obliged, climbing up onto the bed next to the Cytherean.

    "So... Rhea heard once that sleeping in the same bed as a man meant she would get pregnant... Are we all going to get pregnant, then, since we're sleeping together?" the princess asked, glancing between each other person inside the room. The comment caused Beatrice to laugh, while Irida's blush became an even brighter shade of pink.
    -- lobo

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