Matriarch's Quarters — Borgia Investigator ShipMatriarch was quite vexed, and taking it out on her milk slave. Fixer was missing. He was supposed to...have removed the spiders from the Rothschild ships, but he hadn't reported back after transporting to the first ship. There was no sign he'd reached his destination; the internal spies showed no sign of him in the public spaces, and the spider reported it was still in position, monitoring and controlling the ship's systems. He'd transported out on. At the graduation parade held at 17:00, Colonel Michael Deschenes happily presented each lieutenant and ensign with their official regimental pace stick, a matte white measuring device also referred to as a "Herbie beater", held under the arm during parades as a swagger stick. They were all finally, officially members of the Chosen Frozen, and officers to boot.The party in the officers' mess that night was loud and boisterous. Every officer had been "encouraged" to bring at least one concubine.. I'd like to extend my greatest appreciation to those who read it and give me feedback. Especially the one person who has consistently followed through with their offer to proofread. You know who you are. Thank you.If you make it to the end of this chapter, get your ass to the comments section and give me feedback. Remember, this is a learn as I go hobby. I have no fuckin' idea what I'm doing.I'll keep trying to go faster, but almost everything I'm writing now is full of emotional shit that. ”“That’s simple. I do not have a name; do you have one, my lord?” She asks flying into his face.A name. It had been so long since he’d used it that he had forgotten his birth name. In the hospital after the visitors stopped he was only known as patient as he slowly weakened and could barely utter a word.“I don’t have a name either.” He says.Her eyes widen, and she floats above him, putting her boobs onto his head. “That’s good. Neither of us has a name, now is the perfect chance to reinvent.