So let me explain:My wife Sophie got real caught up in this church that was social action oriented. They were going to help people in need like Jesus ...anted. On the surface, that sounded just fine but I felt like it had gotten way out of hand.Sure the homeless needed looking after, making sure they were fed and safe and had their health and mental problems looked after. But Sophie identified some other issues and took it upon herself to deal with them.She’d figured out, from talking or somehow. And Karuska to see if they wanted to assist. The three of us took leave and headed in system. My destination was St. Ives. I had been invited to speak to the graduating class at the Academy. While I was doing that the other two would be following up on the tip that I'd gotten.I was met at the Spaceport by a Liaison Officer who escorted me through customs and took me to the Academy. He checked me into the Visiting Officers Quarters. I felt funny. Not many years ago I had been running around here. His passion lent sound to the beat of life, but his breaks were always spent alone. Watching. Listening. Taking it all in. As had she. Dressed up and made up, wearing stilettos that crushed her feet and a smile polite enough to appease the men around her while destroying her soul, she watched the world as it passed by. They’d never spoken, but she had so much to say to him now. His hands skimmed up the silhouette of her body, drifting under the collar of the cape before moving up once more.. “Regnat are demanding we return their kidnapped Blademaster and his daughter. My recommendation is that we do so and smooth over this idiocy, sir,” Flasko replied.“Was he kidnapped?”“He claims not to be, sir,” Aolan replied.“Then why haven’t you told the Regnat where to get off?” Zastri frowned. “If he’s claiming asylum and he’s in non-territorial space we have an obligation to help. Article of Imperial Compassion 2347#4.”“It will probably set off the war the Regnat have been itching for for.