Septimity and The Blood Brotherhood: The Third Hilarious Glothic Tale (The Glothic Tales Book 3) by Derek Haines Page A
Authors: Derek Haines
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It’s a busy time for all of us. I’m sure you have a lot on your mind right now.’
‘Eh, yes,’ Sep agreed but was embarrassed to think that he had almost nothing on his mind at all. Perhaps due to this being his first trip in space for many a clone and thousands of years. ‘I don’t travel very often.’
‘Well, you’re welcome aboard my ship any day.’
‘Thank you Lieutenant Commander Smikkle. I’d better get back to September and reassure him of your information.’
‘I’ll announce our approach to Gloth over the intercom.’
‘Thank you,’ Sep said as he closed the door and headed back. When he arrived back in Luxury Class, Sep was snoring. He thought his news could wait. As he sat quietly, he thought about his six brothers who were still manning their stations across the Twelve Sun Systems. He was the fortunate one in accompanying September while the others continued their lonely tasks that were still necessary for the success of Ichor.
All the years of planning, hoping, waiting and cloning had now come to the time for action, finally. Ridding Gloth of the Erdean gene – the failed experiment in creating humans from monkeys for profit that ended with the human species taking control of Gloth – and returning the pure blood of Gloth to power and then transporting the entire Gregorian gene pool back to where they belonged. Erde. The ugliest, most useless and by far the most warmongering planet in the entire Twelve Sun Systems.
Other matters remained on the Ichor to do list. Solving the problem of the stray Erdeans, who had wandered into the galaxy and been held on Lacertilian for all these years, waiting to be returned to their planet of origin. Returning the loyal, brave and skilful Lacertilian pilots to their rightful place as pilots for the Supreme Potentate and the governing bodies of all Twelve Sun Systems. Installing an honest and benefactorial government for the people of Gloth, led by a Supreme Potentate of stature and integrity. And allowing September his most heartfelt wish – to die happily at last – at home. On Gloth.
‘So? Are we on schedule?’ September asked as he stretched and yawned after his nap.
‘Lieutenant Commander Smikkle assured me that we’ll arrive on schedule.’
‘Good. Now all we have to hope is that all our brothers on Gloth have completed their tasks.’
‘Um. I know it’s a big secret, but how many Blood Brothers are there on Gloth?’
‘No one knows.’
‘But I thought you…..’
‘I have my few contacts, but it’s a chain of secrets that started so long ago. Each link in the chain adding links over the years. So you see…..’
A sudden explosive boom sound followed by a lot of disturbing shuddering and shaking disturbed September’s reply.
‘What was that?’ Sep asked in shock.
‘We could hope it was a stray meteor brushing the protection shields and …..’
Another equally disturbing boom interrupted September yet again.
‘Sep! Get out from under the seat!’
‘Do I have to?’
‘Get out from under there and go and see what commander what’s his name has to say.’
‘Lieutenant Commander Smikkle.’
‘I don’t care what his name is! Move Sep!’
‘Why me?’
‘You’re younger.’
‘We’re both a few thousand years old. A hundred odd years hardly counts.’
‘Sep! Move it!’
‘Yes September,’ Sep said obediently as he reluctantly started crawling along the floor in the general direction of the flight deck. Another boom halted his progress after only a few crawling steps.
Luckily for Sep’s old knees, he was saved a long agonising crawl when Flight Leader Flipply Dripple made a hurried entrance into Luxury Class..
‘We seem to have a small situation,’ Dripple said in a calm yet totally less than reassuring tone.
‘Well young man?’ September snapped.
‘It’s a squadron of Glothic Noorlac Interceptors and a Hoog Battleship. They have fired warning blasts and sent an order to hold our position.
‘Eh, yes,’ Sep agreed but was embarrassed to think that he had almost nothing on his mind at all. Perhaps due to this being his first trip in space for many a clone and thousands of years. ‘I don’t travel very often.’
‘Well, you’re welcome aboard my ship any day.’
‘Thank you Lieutenant Commander Smikkle. I’d better get back to September and reassure him of your information.’
‘I’ll announce our approach to Gloth over the intercom.’
‘Thank you,’ Sep said as he closed the door and headed back. When he arrived back in Luxury Class, Sep was snoring. He thought his news could wait. As he sat quietly, he thought about his six brothers who were still manning their stations across the Twelve Sun Systems. He was the fortunate one in accompanying September while the others continued their lonely tasks that were still necessary for the success of Ichor.
All the years of planning, hoping, waiting and cloning had now come to the time for action, finally. Ridding Gloth of the Erdean gene – the failed experiment in creating humans from monkeys for profit that ended with the human species taking control of Gloth – and returning the pure blood of Gloth to power and then transporting the entire Gregorian gene pool back to where they belonged. Erde. The ugliest, most useless and by far the most warmongering planet in the entire Twelve Sun Systems.
Other matters remained on the Ichor to do list. Solving the problem of the stray Erdeans, who had wandered into the galaxy and been held on Lacertilian for all these years, waiting to be returned to their planet of origin. Returning the loyal, brave and skilful Lacertilian pilots to their rightful place as pilots for the Supreme Potentate and the governing bodies of all Twelve Sun Systems. Installing an honest and benefactorial government for the people of Gloth, led by a Supreme Potentate of stature and integrity. And allowing September his most heartfelt wish – to die happily at last – at home. On Gloth.
‘So? Are we on schedule?’ September asked as he stretched and yawned after his nap.
‘Lieutenant Commander Smikkle assured me that we’ll arrive on schedule.’
‘Good. Now all we have to hope is that all our brothers on Gloth have completed their tasks.’
‘Um. I know it’s a big secret, but how many Blood Brothers are there on Gloth?’
‘No one knows.’
‘But I thought you…..’
‘I have my few contacts, but it’s a chain of secrets that started so long ago. Each link in the chain adding links over the years. So you see…..’
A sudden explosive boom sound followed by a lot of disturbing shuddering and shaking disturbed September’s reply.
‘What was that?’ Sep asked in shock.
‘We could hope it was a stray meteor brushing the protection shields and …..’
Another equally disturbing boom interrupted September yet again.
‘Sep! Get out from under the seat!’
‘Do I have to?’
‘Get out from under there and go and see what commander what’s his name has to say.’
‘Lieutenant Commander Smikkle.’
‘I don’t care what his name is! Move Sep!’
‘Why me?’
‘You’re younger.’
‘We’re both a few thousand years old. A hundred odd years hardly counts.’
‘Sep! Move it!’
‘Yes September,’ Sep said obediently as he reluctantly started crawling along the floor in the general direction of the flight deck. Another boom halted his progress after only a few crawling steps.
Luckily for Sep’s old knees, he was saved a long agonising crawl when Flight Leader Flipply Dripple made a hurried entrance into Luxury Class..
‘We seem to have a small situation,’ Dripple said in a calm yet totally less than reassuring tone.
‘Well young man?’ September snapped.
‘It’s a squadron of Glothic Noorlac Interceptors and a Hoog Battleship. They have fired warning blasts and sent an order to hold our position.
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