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Edison Trent was no stranger to fear. He had faced certain death so many times, he didn’t count it anymore. He had Freeport 7 blown out from under him; he had been shot at by just about every group in Sirius, including aliens. Trent had visited nearly every system in the colonies, and yet his palms were sweating, his throat was dry, and his knees felt weak. He couldn’t recall a more frightening moment than the one he was now facing.
“Do you, Edison Trent, take this woman, Junko Zane to be your lawfully wedded wife...to love, honor and cherish, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, so long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” He managed to say.
“And do you Junko Zane, take this man, Edison Trent, to be your lawfully wedded husband...to love, honor, and cherish, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, so long as you both shall live?
“I do.” Juni said clearly.
President Jacobi then spoke to the assembled crowd:
“Then by the powers vested to me by the great House of Liberty, I pronounce you Husband, and Wife. Considering everything the two of you have been through, I don’t think there’s a chance in hell of anyone ever tearing you asunder. You may kiss the bride.”
As their lips touched, Trent felt everything fall into place. His fears dissipated. All was right with the universe.
The reception was a strange one. Just about everyone who had been a part of Trent and Juni’s adventures to this point were there. Quintane and Tobias were in the corner arguing some obscure point of Bretonian history. Herr Von Claussen, Kress, and Lord Hakira were listening to President Jacobi discuss some issue of great political importance. King was spinning yarns about something over by the bar. Kendra had a small crowd of people listening to her lecture about some aspect of the Dom K’vash that nobody else knew. Orillion was...well, being Orillion: sitting in the corner of the room, quietly observing everyone and everything.
Trent was still recovering from King’s idea of a “bachelor party.” It wasn’t just that King knew where every bar in Liberty was, it seemed he knew every bartender and cocktail waitress by name. It was quite a night. Lord Hakira had even “blessed” the occasion by producing an unopened bottle of 850 year old sakki, part of a shipment brought from Earth aboard the Kusari. It certainly made the Liberty Ale taste better...as a matter of fact...everything tasted better after a few cups of the aged drink. The effects of gravity seemed to catch up with Trent not long after that. Tobias and King were swapping stories