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The Communicator, Chapter 6
Brevix had been waiting for this. Overlord Chklarna had skipped several nights. Enough so that Brevix was losing sleep in anticipation and worry. The sounds of Powrlen's claws scrabbling on the metal deckplate in the corridor focused Brevix attention and he stood, reached for his tunic and made his way out the door.
screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEE…
He finished the last clasp as he entered the Media Center and took his place in front of the vispad. Behind him, his communication officer, Powrlen, poked the caster shutting off the alert. On the vispad in front of Brevix, a red dot quickly grew to a bright flash, then revealed the Drragh Overlord.
"Choorllargh! Mark.... O, jy is hier!." Overlord Chklarna raised his head to look past Brevix's shoulder as Brevix turned to face Powrlen. Both growled menacingly.
"Powrlen..."
"Kommunikasiebeampte, jou onbevoegdheid probeer die siel van selfs die sterkste van die magtige ... ek! Ek het 'n halwe gedagte om deur hierdie raaisel te gaan en jou waardelose skuilplek te verskeur. Jy is gelukkig wat nie kan gebeur nie. Nog."
As if summoned, Chief Investigator dashed into the Center, her tablet at the ready. She poked at the screen and declared "It's a language called Afrikaans. It's spoken by less than fifteen million people in the southern extreme of one of the southern continents."
"Yes, yes, Nautewlus. All very good, but what did he say?" growled Brevix.
Nautewlus nodded, then shrugged apologetically towards Powrlen. "Communications Officer, your incompetence tries the soul of even the strongest of the mighty... me! I have half a mind to step through this caster and shred your worthless hide. You are fortunate that cannot occur. Yet."
"Once again, I have to speak your putrid tongue. It is because of this I have neglected you these past hours. I have had to soak my tongue! So. You do the talking, and I shall endeavor to not sprain my ears. Report."
"Overlord, some days ago, one of our clones identified a potential spotting of one of your crew. It would seem that Ghranklonhg was seen some years ago, along with Chganglungh. The locals in the area believe it to have been the cause for some crop failures and other environmental disruptions. The stories claimed that they were either killed by the local deities or were exiled."
Brevix winced as the Overlord barred its teeth and an eerie sheen appeared in the Drragh's eye. He'd seen this before with the Drragh, normally just before they joined the hunt. But who did the Drragh intend to hunt? Brevix wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Killed? Exiled? How? I cannot see how these Earthers are capable of killing a Drragh! Exiled where? Go there!"
"Sir, we have spent days in the vicinity where your compatriots were reported. And it is a very big area. But we can detect no sign of Drragh. It would seem, then, unlikely that Ghranklonhg and Chganglungh were killed. We are pursuing the possibility that they were exiled. The only clue we've gathered so far as to their whereabouts is that the two of them became associated with water. It's not much to go on, though. We continue to search for clues."
"I do not desire clues, Markhta Brevix. I desire Drragh. Preferably, Drragh dining on R'Kaccy Communications Officers! Even if he would be little more than a small appetizer."
"My lord, we..."
"Find..." there was a blast of static before he continued "hulle! En jou vordering, Orde, word nie waardeer nie. Kan nie broek aantrek nie?!?" The vispad flashed and went black.
Brevix turned and faced Powreln and Nautewlus. He noticed Hourla had joined them. Crossing his arms, he leaned back against the wall. Looking at Nautewlus he demanded "Well?"
Nautewlus started to speak, but was interrupted by Powrlen.
"Uh, skipper, you do realize that when you cross your arms, your tunic hitches up, don't you?"
Brevix glowered at him menacingly and muttered "Kitty..." under his breath, but loudly enough for the gathered crew to hear him. Then he turned to Nautewlus again and twitched his ear.
"Uh, sir, he... he turned down your advances..." Powrlen and Hourla spluttered aloud, and Powrlen grabbed his belly as he laughed. "And enquired as to the location of your trousers."
"Aw, Brev, I like you without troursers!" Brevix glared at his mate, then turned to Powrlen.
"If you can not fix the worthless communications gear, at least you could focus the damn thing properly!"
He stormed out off in the direction of his quarters.
Chapter 7
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So where DID the dragons go?
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Now, you know, a story teller doesn't reveal the ending before its time!