A Rumor of Peace

Chapter Two

SUMMARY :  The brothers arrive on Aquaria with Severus and are met with opposition to their being there by Captain Ardyn Greenville, the Garrison Commander.

He stood on the tarmac of the spaceport, waiting for the military shuttle from Caprica to arrive, his hands linked tightly behind his back, auburn hair windblown, strands blowing into his eyes. As he waited, he wondered who this Lieutenant that was being sent to replace Kale was, and why, over Captain Fili,, or Lt.'s Logan, Kili and Tristyn, he was given the command of the Riddle smuggling, drug and human trafficking case.

His eyes narrowed as the shuttle finally taxied into view.  'Well, finally,' he thought, 'better late than not at all.'  It was a few microns before the door slid open and a young man...He blinked, but nothing about him changed.  It was definitely a very young man, as he looked to be no older than seventeen, or eighteen.

'He certainly couldn't be much older,' he thought in disbelief, watching as a second young man no more than a couple of yahren older stepped out after the first, followed immediately by a third man who at least looked old enough to be a Warrior in the Colonial Armed Services.  He was also a Counter-Intelligence Officer by the looks of the uniform he was wearing.  'Well, FUCK!'

While their looking so young had shocked him, it was the uniform the two were in that shocked him even more.  They, like the third man were in the black flight shirts and pants, and the scarlet jackets of the Colonial Counter-Intelligence Unit.  He shook his head, think that this just couldn't be right.  These young men COULDN'T be Counter-Intelligence, they weren't even old enough to be Colonial Warriors...or to have survived the first semester, or the intensive two yahren Viper training program.  Then there was all the other classes they would have been required to take, both military and magical...if that is, they had the gift of magic, which most did not.  Only about thirty percent of applicants did, as magic was becoming a very rare gift, becoming rarer as every generation passed.

In total, you had to go through an intensive four yahren military and magical training program at he Academy on Caprica.  Magic.  Most magic was elemental in nature, and those that were born with it usually began to show signs around three or four.  There were nine types of magic, and of course there was always debate as to which element was the strongest, the hardest to control, or the most deadly.  Fire.  Lightning.  Ice/Water.  Air.  Earth.  Shadow.  Light.  Dark.  Black.  As soon as you showed sins of being able to use any of the nine, they sent you to the only school for magic that there was.  A school known as Hogwarts School of Magical Training, where they would begin to teach you the basics of how to control your magic.  

They taught you what spells were possible and could be used with your element, and if you were able to use other types of magic.  Most attended Hogwarts until they were eighteen, some, if you were powerful enough, and chose a course of more specialized study of their element, could train to become an even rarer Mage.  Staying at Hogwarts until that level had been granted to them.  Not many, though, had the power to become to become a Mage, let alone the resolution and the determination it took to become one.

Well, whoever these two young men were, they apparently HAD made it through those four rigorous yahrens, as well as passed all the required military courses.  Admiral Roark, he knew from bitter experience, didn't take just anyone into the unit he had built from the ground up with his surviving youngest brother, Commander Thorin, and his two eldest sons, Lt. Commander Dacian, and Lt. Colonel Gabriel.

Slowly, he let his eyes move over the first young man, thinking that the boy certainly looked very handsome, and that he fit his uniform very well.  Even from this distance, he could tell that his body was lithe, lean, standing about five eight, maybe five nine, and weighing maybe one eighty.  His hair was black, long, the ends curling against neck and the collar of his scarlet jacket.  His eyes...Silver.  His face was angular, almost autocratic looking, and his lips looked to be very kissable.