Upon reaching Pluto's orbit, the Havendale dropped from warp to high sub-light speed.
"Captain Frasier, We need you on the bridge. An expected development has occurred." Havendale said through the ship's system.
He appeared in his child form.
"Would you mind putting it on the main viewer and zoom in so that everything fills the screen."
Havendale smiled.
"I don't mind at all, sir."
"Also, while you're at it. Please explain why you called me captain Frasier."
"You're the Lynark Savant, now, and the only authority that I recognize. That said, it is not the first time I've called you captain."
"Oh. I see. From now on, outside of formal events, I'd prefer that you call me by my first name and don't hesitate to be informal toward me in any regard. Otherwise, do as you like.
We don't need the people of Earth knowing that you view me as the captain yet."
"Or the king of the Lynark worlds? Good point."
Juli, up until now, didn't think much about William being a Lynark.
When she heard it mentioned that William was king of the Lynark, she felt nervous.
"I'm their king. . . I lead them, now?" William asked.
"To a point. If you tell them to do something, within reason, they will do it. Otherwise, they've mastered self governing.
They only need you when and if you need them."
"So. I don't need to be there."
"No. The only reason that Níqö was there, was to oversee the race and passing ceremony.
You should have obtained his memories and experiences when he made you a Lynark."
"I'm still not able to completely comprehend them."
"I see."
Havendale walked up behind William and hit him on the back of the head. Then grabbed and popped his neck.
"Better?"
William's silence spoke for him.
Walking over to a wall, William placed his hand on a panel.
A compartment opened and he pulled out a watch.
Putting it on, the watch face glowed dimly before it brightened.
"Lynark genome decoded.
William Kell Frasier.
Age: 8
S.A.W.7802 Initiation complete.
Deciphering brain patterns. . .
.._ _-. . . . .... .. .____-__-.. -_... . ... . . .. .. .
System programmed for psychic input.
Program initiation complete.
Ready for use."
The watch went from blue to a dim white.
William stepped up to the weapon control board.
The main viewer showed the entire Space Force regiment in formation.
"Hail them." William said
"You're on, Will." Havendale said.
"This is William Frasier, reporting."
"Did you win?" A man asked.
"I did."
YOU ARE READING
New World.
General FictionEarth's nations compete in a space race like never before. To be the first humans to reach the Lynark home world. What they don't know, however, may very well kill them.
