The Communicator, Chapter 8

[elstrom99]

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screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU!

 

Brevix had been out pacing the halls.  Lack of success in locating the Drragh was weighing on him.  He did not look forward to the next report to Chklarna.  The Overlord had not called in several of Brevix's sleep cycles and the lack of contact concerned him.  As the screech of the communications gear alerted him, and the rest of the crew he imagined, to another call, he turned in the direction of the Media Center.  As Powrlen dashed past him, he pulled the front of his vest tighter, and thought for a moment about stopping in his quarters to get his uniform, then shrugged and continued on to the center.

 

screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! screeeeeeEEEEEUUUUU! Scr…

 

As Brevix came to a stop in the appropriate location he glanced over his shoulder at the R'Kaccy Communications Officer who looked at him, shook his head then slapped the receiver.  Returning his attention to the vispad, Brevix once again straightened his vest as the red dot appeared then exploded to reveal the beak and left eye of his Overlord.

 

"Choorllargh!"  Chklarna stopped mid exclamation and stared at Brevix for a moment, then cleared his throat.  "Grrmnnnnn" he growled.  "Nplua. Muab koj daim ntawv qhia rau kuv."  He glanced at Powrlen, a scowl evident across his face.  He shook his head, and mumbled.  The translator picked it up. "Tsis txhob rov ntiav kuv ntiav no."

 

Chief Investigator Nautewlus had entered the media center as the stream of words in an unknown language had emitted from the vispad.  Brevix looked over his shoulder at her expectantly.  She seemed momentarily taken aback at the sight of him, then referred to her tablet.

 

"He says 'Fine.  Give me your report.'  Then he followed with 'Never again am I hiring this firm.'  It's in another minor language sir... Hmong."

 

"I see.  Chief Investigator would you do the honors?  Bring Overlord Chklarna up to date on our investigation.

 

"Certainly.  Overlord, soon after our last report to you, one of our investigators discovered a reference to one of your officers."

 

"Which one?" asked Overlord Chklarna in Keira.

 

"Kukulkan, Overlord.  It seems that around two thousand years ago... uh, that's local years, sir, two thousand years ago, a local culture known as the Mayans began to worship a deity by the name of Kukulkan.  In this case, sir, there didn't seem to be any animosity towards Kukulkan.  There is no reference that we can find to him being killed, I mean her, sir.  The locals thought Kukulkan was male.  She became a central figure not only in the Mayan culture but among those around the region, and in subsequent cultures."

 

"You are confusing me Chief Investigator.  Subsequent cultures?  There is more than one?"

 

"I'm sorry Overlord.  Some earth cultures appear to be relatively old.  But they are all in a state of rapid flux. Rapid, at least by your standards.  Even by the Syndication's standards.  In any event, Kukulkan seems to have been responsible for the rise of a Mayan city called Chichen Itza.  Recent references to her have her still in the area a couple of hundred years ago."

 

"This is hurting my brain.  Put 'couple of hundred years ago' in terms I can understand.  I saw that Powrlen, you're food, remember that!"

 

Powrlen looked genuinely stunned, as Nautewlus continued.

 

"That would be within the past month, sir.  The stories indicated that she became concerned that the locals might come to see her as some kind of threat, so she left the area.  They say she dove into the ocean and now lives under water."

 

"Under water, Chief Investigator?  Drragh cannot live under water."

 

"We are aware of this sir.  But these stories are all thought by most to be folk stories.  Stories that are probably not true, though maybe based in some ancient true event.  These are clues for us, sir.  And it would seem that this means at least Kukulkan is still alive."

 

"This is very good news.  Brevix do you have anything to add?"

 

"Sir only that upon arrival on planet, as well as at each locale that we have investigated, we scanned for the presence of vakorianite.  At planet fall, we found none, at least none in the area where we initially settled.  At the first locale we investigated, there was insufficient data to determine if it were present or not.  At this city, Chichen Itza, which by the way is nothing more than ruins now, with some interesting statues I might add.  Statues that slightly resemble your people.  Anyhow, at Chichen Itza there are traces of vakorianite.  So, we now know that this story has some root in truth.  A Drragh has been here."

 

"Kuv pom. Muab cov xwm txheej no tsis ntev los no, kuv zoo siab. Kuv yuav muaj cov rog tsov rog sawv ntsug. Rau lub sijhawm. Commander Brevix, txhua zaus kuv pom koj koj hnav khaub ncaws tsawg. Thiab tam sim no kuv pom, tis ntawm kuv tsis xav, tias koj adorn koj tus kheej ... cia muaj. Kuv pom tias kuv yeej yuav tsum nug koj tus tswv ntiav txog koj li ... tsis txaus ntseeg. Hnub zoo."  The screen went blank.  Brevix hung his head.

 

"Powrlen, please tell me that you are doing this intentionally?  What'd he say, Nautewlus."

 

"He... he..." Nautewlus spluttered uncontrollably.  "He said... sir, I don't know if I can read this without cracking up."

 

"Try." Brevix said resignedly.  "Just try."

 

"He said 'I see.  Given these recent events, I am feeling much better.  I will have the battle fleets stand down.  For the time.'  I'm not sure what that means, sir."

 

"Go on."

 

She giggled again, then guffawed loudly.  "Commander Brevix, every time I check in, I see you are wearing less clothing.  And now I see, in spite of my not wanting to,'" Again she stopped and seemed to wipe at her eyes as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure.  "That you adorn yourself.... down there. I see I really must report your indiscretion to your employer.  Good day."

 

At this Brevix finally turned and faced his crew, crossing his arms as he did so.  Powrlen took one glance and fell to his knees in laughter.  Nautewlus, normally quite composed in all situations, colored brightly and covered her eyes, as she began laughing uncontrollably.

 

Leaning against the door jam, his partner Hourna stood up, a look of surprise on his face.  "You liked it!  I really didn't think you would.  It looks... really good on you sir."  He turned and walked off towards their quarters, casting a wicked grin over his shoulder.

 

Powrlen, who had nearly composed himself laughed loudly again.  "Yes sir!  That look DOES look good on you!  Makes me..."

 

"Keep your paws to yourself, kitty.  Keep your paws to yourself."  Brevix followed his partner out.

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Comments

[aldersprig]

Yes, kitty. Be a good kitty. =^_^=

Brevix, I think you ought to put some pants on. Seriously.

[aldersprig]

*miaws* more?

[elstrom99]

More Pants???? Why would he wear MORE pants? I should think just wearing pants would be a good start.

On a serious level, I must apologize. I am having to put this story on hold until we get our arrangements made. We have a lot to do before we leave on 6/3.