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“I have a ... somewhat delicate request. I understand that Buraxin women share one trait in common
with the females from my species. My kind have a long period between mating cycles, as do your
women folk. When Fenton and the Doctor have finished their reminiscing, could you ask the Doctor
to visit me to discuss my needs?”

“We don’t usually discuss matters of that nature with other races, but I think I understand what you
mean. I’ll see to it – discretely of course – and, rest assured, I won’t embarrass both you and Fenton
in the process. May I suggest you rest; we will be taking an evening meal in around two hours. We all
eat together in the ships Mess. Shahaan ‘a’ Salaam, as we say. Good luck and good fortune.” He left
and Meorr closed the door behind him…

Soulful pools of Jet

The Grey had begun to show signs of wakefulness before a
shuttle to Titan could be arranged. Its eyes were open and it had
made three attempts to communicate. Two of these were
incomprehensible images of unrecognisable objects. The last was
as near to a verbal message as it could muster in its weakened
state. It would appear to be a request for one of the metallic
Encounter Suits. Some of these had been found in a recessed
chamber behind the large display of the Sphere’s Bridge. The
Sphere’s Computer suggested that it might be wise to let the
atmosphere change and all other personnel leave while the Grey
donned its suit. Galena could not get rid of the image of those huge
black eyes looking at her. Without any features such as pupils, an
iris or corneas, it was hard to interperate just what those eyes were
conveying. A snippet of an old romance novel popped into her
head as she compiled her notes. “Soulful pools of Jet”. It actually
seemed very appropriate. For some inexplicable reason she felt sadness when she looked into the
Greys’ eyes.

“Rupert do you have the latest scans of the Greys’ anatomy?” she asked over her desk intercom.

“Yes I do! And they are… I’ll bring them along. You might find some of the head of particular
interest.” he replied.

Galena thanked him and sat deep in thought. What tales this creature could tell? What sights had
those eyes seen? It would be a while before any kind of rapport could be achieved. The matter of
telepathic communication, even if by the Achenazi Head Bands, was being debated by all the
disciplines of the Lunaris scientific contingent. She was at an impasse. It was at times like this she
missed her old mentor, Chandra Ziv. He had been a calming influence on her and was probably only
one of a handful of people she could talk and relate to. He had passed away only three months ago.
A thought struck her with all the force of a blow to the chest. She quickly accessed the Hive-Net
Archives. Yes; she was right. In the personal notes Ziv left were some names she recognised, one in
particular stood out. It was an old student of her Father, Isaac Nusal-Hallaran, a descendant of one
of the original Archivists. As luck would have it he was stationed on Venosia Prime. His speciality was
a study of Autism and Latent Telepathy. She prepared a communique and saw it sent from coms. She
was hoping that he would be suitably intrigued enough to offer to help. She had seen vids of his
work among the Autism plagued children of the Denarii from the Wishbeck System near to the Orion
sector. These poor kids would drift in and out of states of perfect clarity and communication to deep
retreat. When they were fitted with Achenazi Head Bands, they showed an innate ability to send