The panorama of Terra proper lay before the ascension candidate like a waiting lover.  And she too longed to be back 
in its arms, eagerly craning her neck to witness the sights of her city rushing headlong to greet her.

Her pilot preoccupied with the landing procedure missed one of her rare smiles.  Takara's delicate fingers toyed with the locket that contained a sinister cargo. A tiny phial hidden within the locket filled with a deadly alien catalyst.

"Soon Daddy," she thought.  Her large golden eyes locked onto the Presidential quarter as it came into view.

How often had she been scorned as an unworthy candidate for the presidency which was her right by birth.  All the rhetoric of a subversive gene trace in conception.  An unstable element  marked on file when she was first disallowed from command-com. Slowly they took her apart piece by piece and waited for her to die, the fact that she did not said more for her endurance and intelligence.  They, the unseen minders of the President, took everything that she loved and tried to bury her as a political embarrassment.  Her life, her love, her future they thought they could take it all.  Her eyes lit up and she felt the sweet thrill of revenge alive in  her body like a fine wine.   Those very subversive characteristics aided her and now at 33
she was the Chief of Security for all the Terran worlds and Commander of the Fleet.
 
Those who had determined to destroy her now swooned and lavished adoration as her strength and Political prowess proved to be too strong.  Takara allowed herself a moment of whimsy as she toyed with their futures under the gentle hands of her interrogators.

Her elfin features became serene as she remembered Orion, she would never again have his arms she could not show him how against all odds she had succeeded.  Takara looked out over her city again, down to where the President, her father lay dying and shuddered at the responsibility her cold lover forced onto her tiny shoulders. She dismissed the thoughts quickly and realised the power that will be hers to command. This was her sole purpose her only comfort in those few quiet hours she called her own.

The lights of the landing pad shimmered as the ship entered the heavily guarded presidential quarter.

"We'll be landing in a few moments madam do you have other orders for me?" his green eyes and red hair marking him immediately as a Caprian.

"Was my transport your last assignment Vahhl?" her voice sweet and mocking knowing the answer, it was she who personally assigned him.

"Yes madam" he answered.  She smiled again this time for the benefit of her young aide.  Quietly she removed a document
chip from her folio and handed it to him.

He placed the chip into the communicator and read the screen. His eyes filled with tears of gratitude as controlcom took over the automatic landing sequence.
 
"At 1400 you will have a son." she smiled again making a mental note to mark this young officer for collection at a later date.