Mark placed the stars on Sam’s uniform. “Juraens and I will move up in rank, now that we have our fem. They are expanding the council of Hi-Lords to take care of the sudden influx of population. TeBron and TeZarron told us that as soon as we found our fem we would be called to serve.’’
“Aren’t Saxon and Lunas the Admirals of the Brightstar Fleet?’’ Sam, as ever, was curious
“Saxon and Lunas wear the six pointed stars as we do, but we wear four and at this time, they wear two. They are in command of the fleet but report to us. We had, as you say other fish to fry on this trip.”
Sam laughed.
“And those were?”
“The fems, cats, coffee, chocolate, and the UN,” Mark kept a straight face.
“I wonder what Nigel Ravenswald would think about you putting the UN last.”
“We won’t tell him,” Sara said putting her finger on her lips in front of her smile.