Septimity and The Blood Brotherhood: The Third Hilarious Glothic Tale (The Glothic Tales Book 3) by Derek Haines Page B
Authors: Derek Haines
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the floor kicking and screaming as two guards tried to pacify her. April now a small bundle of Gregorian humanity curled into a ball and crying his eyes out. Sep watched on as the man, who had held and pacified April so assuredly just moments before, walked away, then turned and looked back in absolute disgust. Then he focused on September. Standing tall and proud, yet seemingly aging by the second. Sep realising that September had told him the truth. Once Ichor arrived, September could happily die. On Gloth.
Now What?
With military precision, and the new High Commander Huphnic Grundlestick ordered
cooperation between the Lacertilian Guards and the Gregorian Guards, the Grand Hall was cleared of every body, creature or thing with dual or multiple arms and legs that possessed a single Erdean gene. Every member of the Gregorian Royal Family, High Councillors, delegates, friends of the Royal family, administrators and even the odd ambassador or two who scanned positive for the dreaded monkey gene, was herded out of the Grand Hall and onto shuttles headed for the Cosmic Cruiser waiting to repatriate them and their Erdean gene pool back to where they belonged. Erde.
During the herding, scanning, sorting and yelling of obscenities by the remnants of the Gregorian Royal Family as it protested the illegality of September’s coup d’état, September and Kaybob Krizzle discussed the best candidates for the post of interim Supreme Potentate.
‘It must be someone seen by all as completely neutral and removed from the political process,’ September insisted.
‘So that by necessity removes any member of the High Council,’ Krizzle replied.
‘I think that would be wise sir.’
‘And of course a pure Glothian.’
‘Obviously.’
‘With your agreement sir, I would propose High Commander Huphnic Grundlestick.’
‘Will your fellow councillors support your nomination?’
‘ I believe so.’
‘And more importantly, would High Commander Grundlestick accept?’
‘He is very highly regarded sir. And I have little doubt that he would refuse such a responsibility.’
‘Is that him?’ September asked, as he pointed to whom he had supposed was the High Commander having judged from his more elaborate than anybody else’s epaulets. Still clearly giving orders by way of his Q’muniktor from his position in the third row.
‘Yes sir. That’s High Commander Grundlestick.’
‘Very well. Ask him to join us. Is there an anteroom or such where we can we meet?’
‘Yes,’ Krizzle confirmed. ‘Just to our left from the rostrum.
‘Well, shall we get on with it?’ September said with an air of authority, trying to get things moving as quickly as possible as he could feel his body telling him something very important. He was dying.
Sep stayed standing at the rear of the hall, not quite sure what he was supposed to do next. This was one part of the grand Ichor plan that he hadn’t discussed with September. After a moment’s consideration, he decided that September seemed to be in control of the Supreme Potentate stuff, so he would focus on the repatriation of the Erdeans. With that clear thought in his mind he grabbed his Q’muniktor to contact Lieutenant Commander Smikkle for an update on his Erdean passengers aboard the Cosmic Cruised.
It was then that he noticed he had a few missed messages. He hit ‘click to view your missed messages.’ They were exactly the type of messages that he did not want to read at that moment. Three messages from Heptahedra.
‘We have lost contact with Heptad. Concerned.’
Sep clicked to the next message. Also from Heptahedra.
‘Disabled the repeater on Terranova Two. Still no contact from Heptad. Now worried. Cannot even receive a location confirmation from his Q’muniktor.’
With his hands trembling, Sep clicked to the third and last message. Heptahedra again.
‘Erde destroyed. Massive implosion detected and confirmed. Believe Heptad to have been lost to us.’
Sep clicked
Now What?
With military precision, and the new High Commander Huphnic Grundlestick ordered
cooperation between the Lacertilian Guards and the Gregorian Guards, the Grand Hall was cleared of every body, creature or thing with dual or multiple arms and legs that possessed a single Erdean gene. Every member of the Gregorian Royal Family, High Councillors, delegates, friends of the Royal family, administrators and even the odd ambassador or two who scanned positive for the dreaded monkey gene, was herded out of the Grand Hall and onto shuttles headed for the Cosmic Cruiser waiting to repatriate them and their Erdean gene pool back to where they belonged. Erde.
During the herding, scanning, sorting and yelling of obscenities by the remnants of the Gregorian Royal Family as it protested the illegality of September’s coup d’état, September and Kaybob Krizzle discussed the best candidates for the post of interim Supreme Potentate.
‘It must be someone seen by all as completely neutral and removed from the political process,’ September insisted.
‘So that by necessity removes any member of the High Council,’ Krizzle replied.
‘I think that would be wise sir.’
‘And of course a pure Glothian.’
‘Obviously.’
‘With your agreement sir, I would propose High Commander Huphnic Grundlestick.’
‘Will your fellow councillors support your nomination?’
‘ I believe so.’
‘And more importantly, would High Commander Grundlestick accept?’
‘He is very highly regarded sir. And I have little doubt that he would refuse such a responsibility.’
‘Is that him?’ September asked, as he pointed to whom he had supposed was the High Commander having judged from his more elaborate than anybody else’s epaulets. Still clearly giving orders by way of his Q’muniktor from his position in the third row.
‘Yes sir. That’s High Commander Grundlestick.’
‘Very well. Ask him to join us. Is there an anteroom or such where we can we meet?’
‘Yes,’ Krizzle confirmed. ‘Just to our left from the rostrum.
‘Well, shall we get on with it?’ September said with an air of authority, trying to get things moving as quickly as possible as he could feel his body telling him something very important. He was dying.
Sep stayed standing at the rear of the hall, not quite sure what he was supposed to do next. This was one part of the grand Ichor plan that he hadn’t discussed with September. After a moment’s consideration, he decided that September seemed to be in control of the Supreme Potentate stuff, so he would focus on the repatriation of the Erdeans. With that clear thought in his mind he grabbed his Q’muniktor to contact Lieutenant Commander Smikkle for an update on his Erdean passengers aboard the Cosmic Cruised.
It was then that he noticed he had a few missed messages. He hit ‘click to view your missed messages.’ They were exactly the type of messages that he did not want to read at that moment. Three messages from Heptahedra.
‘We have lost contact with Heptad. Concerned.’
Sep clicked to the next message. Also from Heptahedra.
‘Disabled the repeater on Terranova Two. Still no contact from Heptad. Now worried. Cannot even receive a location confirmation from his Q’muniktor.’
With his hands trembling, Sep clicked to the third and last message. Heptahedra again.
‘Erde destroyed. Massive implosion detected and confirmed. Believe Heptad to have been lost to us.’
Sep clicked
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