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Weeks of waiting finally paid off.

She sent a private 'eyes only' message on single use film.

I could meet her on a specific day with directions using common space transport. If I was able to make that time, she would meet me where I was at a time some days later.

I was so glad.

Formal and utilitarian space sh.i.p.s are not calming. My private berth was just too confining for my fragile anticipation.

She met me at the ship port.

Clearly hiding her normal looks with very changed hair and clothing.

She had a large being with her. The crowd reacted like the large person was a security guard.

Truth was, my friend was using her PSI powers. Helping this creature find a medical specialist on this planet. Keeping it calm in crowds, so they could get to the medical center without legal troubles.

By the end of the day, her mission of mercy was completed.

It felt like we would have all the time in the multi-verse to talk again.

Somehow, just seeing each other was enough. We both knew why our PSI powers were falling out for the Girls Overwatch Fusillade devices. We cared for each other. The Girls Overwatch Fusillade technology prohibited warriors that loved someone special. Preventing angst-filled conflicts in mental states during military defense.

Once alone, she whispered to me "Tell me I know the truth. You too have finally understood. To stay in the GOF because you are strong is to have become 'Greatest of Fools'."

We smiled and then we sat. It would be difficult.

Family honor and prestige would demand that we have children by notably PSI capable husbands. It was possible that we might only have this time, far away from our home planet. Not the lifetime together that struck both our hearts.