If you know the Zulo urban legends, this may seem like strange behavior,but hear me out. I didn't need to test the Medallion's magic that minute.I was...now living the legend and I knew there were certain conventions tobe followed. Rules are rules and by rights the stories don't break them.Back six or seven years ago, when I was in therapy, I first heard the Zulostories. There were dozens of them. Chrissie introduced me to them. I wasdoing the psych assessments as part of my gender reassignment. "I'm Chayla," said the brunette. "And that's Emma." Robbie ... Nice to meet you," he said.Robbie was not expecting this. It had never happened before, and he wasn't sure if it was good or very, very bad."So what are you girls up to?" he asked, trying to keep his voice as casual possible."Just hanging out," said Chayla."No school today? How old are you anyway?" Fifteen," they both said in unison. "We got the day off. Teacher training day," said Emma."Oh, cool," said Robbie. He was in unfamiliar. Fleet was mostly rebuilt, all ships now having dual beam technology as well as energy shields. This was the same for our closest Allies, Gershon, Melanoqi and the Hegemony. It was suspected the Emirate Fleet Command were doing the same, though they, as ever, always kept their cards close to their chests and generally ignored us or avoided us, even if, on a civilian level, things were cordial enough.Further out, the Technocracy and the Kingdom were benefitting from the various trade arrangements. The smoke addicted Kitty considered it a good deal because Needle nose's tool below the belt was where his nickname came from and not the appendage on his face. The Japanese private pretended the soft skinned backside was his beloved Suki's and not some inferior Western woman. Kitty was a smart girl and she knew enough not to speak when he addressed her bottom except for a respectful "thank you" after he was fully drained.When the question came up as to which girl was receiving the cigarettes.