Chapter 56 A Cold Father’s Day Meeting
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Bjorn Muller was looking at the calendar that he had built into one of his bionic chips. It was Father’s Day, in the year 2873. He thought about his father, whom he hadn’t seen for over six months since the fateful day when his father had decided to put him under Alicia White’s command. His father had set him to work for a monster that ate people alive and ended up sodomising him. He didn’t know what the worst part was, the psychological scarring or the total humiliation he had faced, but Bjorn had refused to talk to his father after the incident and turned down all communications attempts. Since the incident, Bjorn had been transferred back to Max Wellington’s command and stationed on the Terran Council base on Phobos orbiting Mars. It had been quiet and comfortable months, and Bjorn’s biggest struggle was that he no longer could receive particular food, drinks, and female companionship since he refused to speak to his father, who was the one who provided these things for him.
Suddenly, the door to Bjorn’s suite opened. Bjorn angrily turned around, “Who would be insolent enough to enter his room without asking first?” he thought. Bjorn turned around, and there was his father, Joachim Muller.
Joachim Muller:
- You forgot to honour me on Father’s Day this year…
Bjorn Muller:
- What on Earth are you doing here?
- Besides, it’s not past midnight yet.
Joachim Muller:
- It is past midnight in Europe, but I guess I’ll have to give you the benefit of the doubt.
Bjorn Muller:
- Happy Father’s Day Joachim…
- Now, why are you coming here unannounced?
Joachim Muller:
- Well, to be honest, I am not here because of Father’s Day!
- I am coming because this week the distance between Earth and Mars is the shortest, meaning I must only endure three days in transit to get from Earth to Phobos instead of the maximum 21 days when the distance is the longest.
- While the trip was less inconvenient than it could have been, I would still have preferred if you picked up the f*****g phone.
Bjorn Muller:
- Well, we don’t have that much to talk about father?
Joachim Muller slapped Bjorn Muller, for a moment Bjorn Muller thought about unleashing the fury on his father, but he kept his cool.
Joachim Muller:
- I decided that we do have things to talk about. And I won’t have spent 3 days in f*****g space getting here and 3 days getting back for no reason, so you better improve your attitude at once Bjorn.
- You are to withdraw your allegations against Alicia White at once; I cannot afford a conflict with House White. John White has been my closest ally on the Terran Council for the last 5 years.
Bjorn Muller:
- I have nothing against John White, but his crazy-ass mutant daughter ate a man alive and then assaulted and r***d me. Convince him to put down that animal of his and focus on his other more well-adjusted children.
Joachim Muller:
- It would be unwise of me to give unsolicited advice to John White on how to deal with his family matters, especially considering my abject failure with my own children.
- I have three sons who all bring disgrace to the family.
- Michael is a lazy family man without any aspirations, who like to spend our money on leisure activities for him and his family
- Benjamin is a man who engages in bedroom activities with men.
- You are my eldest son, an abject failure in the armed forces with a drug and s*x addiction. I have turned a blind eye to your shortcomings as I hoped that you at least somewhere would have the drive to take over the company from me when I retire. But the latest embarrassment is just too much. Driving away our allies with your allegations and humiliating your own masculinity at the same time… Just stop.
Bjorn Muller was going to say something when Admiral Max Wellington urgently stormed into his office. Short of breath, he looked at Joachim Muller with surprise before catching his breath.
Max Wellington:
- Sorry to interrupt your conversation Chairman Muller, but I have urgent news.
- There has been another mysterious attack; this time on the House Rashid’s outpost Aljadid Salam.
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