words carefully. "A fleet of vessels is headed toward your world. Many ships, heavily armed."
Jalila translated, then delivered Ieria's response. " Your ships? "
"No," said al-Aziz. "We don't know who they are...but we know they are hostile. They disabled our own ship, the Ibn Battuta , and left it for dead."
Jalila translated. She was startled when the gold-furred Vox minister flung himself onto Ieria's pillar, interjecting his own streak of chatter. Apparently, the minister had caught on to the need for conversational simplicity, for his speech, though quick-fire, was free of extraneous sounds.
"The other Vox called you a liar," translated Jalila. "He says this is a distraction to hide your own dishonest intentions."
"Our only intention is to warn you," said al-Aziz. "We can provide you with the coordinates of the invasion fleet, and all the data we have on it." Casting his green eyes upward, he gazed into the dazzling heights of the tower. "Your world is filled with beauty. We will do everything in our power to help you preserve it."
Referring to the Voicebox, Jalila carefully pronounced the Vox version of what al-Aziz had said. " Vox ilu aya sensay mazeesh. al-Azizlo anzish u'i yayla oonlo sah sueta amisansu. "
For an instant, there was silence as the regent, ministers, and onlookers absorbed what she had said. Then, all at once, the assembled Vox erupted into chaos.
The outcry was deafening. All around Jalila, Vox were chattering, clicking, smacking, whistling, screaming. They gestured wildly, signing so fast and emphatically that their hands were blurs. Even Ieria and her fellow leaders howled and flailed, diving from pillar to pillar in a frenzy.
The uproar swelled and cascaded in the vast chamber, echo building upon echo with growing force. There must have been at least a hundred Vox in the tower, and every single one of them cried out at once.
Except one. Nalo stood quietly nearby, calmly meeting Jalila's terrified gaze.
For some reason, her eyes fell to the Voicebox in her hands. Somehow, amid the tumult, it must have miraculously tuned in one voice among many, or many voices saying the same thing. Or maybe it was a malfunction.
One word flashed on the display, again and again.
Death.
Death.
Death.
*****
What happens next? Find out in Universal Language , now on sale !
*****
About the Author
Robert T. Jeschonek is an award-winning writer whose fiction, comics, essays, articles, and podcasts have been published around the world. According to superstar fantasy and science fiction writer Mike Resnick, Robert "sees the world like no one else sees it, and makes incredibly witty, incisive stories out of that skewed worldview." DC Comics, Simon & Schuster, and DAW have published his work. Robert was nominated for the British Fantasy Award for his story, "Fear of Rain." His young adult urban fantasy novel, My Favorite Band Does Not Exist , is due in 2011 from Clarion Books/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.
Visit Robert T. Jeschonek online at The Fictioneer  website. You can also find him on Facebook and LiveJournal. Follow him as @TheFictioneer on Twitter. For news on his latest online projects, visit the Tsetse Press website at www.tsetsepress.com
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*****
Also by Robert T. Jeschonek
Fantasy
6 Fantasy Stories
Blazing Bodices
Day 9 â a novel
Earthshaker â a novel
Groupie Everlasting
Rose Head
The Genie's Secret
The Return of Alice
The Walking Bomb
Tiki's Vision
Horror
Bloodliner â a novel
Daddy's Little Girl
Diary of a Maggot
Dionysus Dying
Mister Flood
Road Rage
Humor (Adults Only)
Dicks â a novel
Literary
6 Short Stories
Mystery
Polkacide â a novel (written as Hank Deacon)
The First Detect-Eve
Who Unkilled Johnny Murder?
Science Fiction
6 Scifi Stories
Give the Hippo What He Wants
My Cannibal Lover
Off the Face of the Earth
One Awake in All the World
Playing Doctor
Serial Killer vs. E-Merica
Something Borrowed, Something Doomed
The Greatest
Jalila translated, then delivered Ieria's response. " Your ships? "
"No," said al-Aziz. "We don't know who they are...but we know they are hostile. They disabled our own ship, the Ibn Battuta , and left it for dead."
Jalila translated. She was startled when the gold-furred Vox minister flung himself onto Ieria's pillar, interjecting his own streak of chatter. Apparently, the minister had caught on to the need for conversational simplicity, for his speech, though quick-fire, was free of extraneous sounds.
"The other Vox called you a liar," translated Jalila. "He says this is a distraction to hide your own dishonest intentions."
"Our only intention is to warn you," said al-Aziz. "We can provide you with the coordinates of the invasion fleet, and all the data we have on it." Casting his green eyes upward, he gazed into the dazzling heights of the tower. "Your world is filled with beauty. We will do everything in our power to help you preserve it."
Referring to the Voicebox, Jalila carefully pronounced the Vox version of what al-Aziz had said. " Vox ilu aya sensay mazeesh. al-Azizlo anzish u'i yayla oonlo sah sueta amisansu. "
For an instant, there was silence as the regent, ministers, and onlookers absorbed what she had said. Then, all at once, the assembled Vox erupted into chaos.
The outcry was deafening. All around Jalila, Vox were chattering, clicking, smacking, whistling, screaming. They gestured wildly, signing so fast and emphatically that their hands were blurs. Even Ieria and her fellow leaders howled and flailed, diving from pillar to pillar in a frenzy.
The uproar swelled and cascaded in the vast chamber, echo building upon echo with growing force. There must have been at least a hundred Vox in the tower, and every single one of them cried out at once.
Except one. Nalo stood quietly nearby, calmly meeting Jalila's terrified gaze.
For some reason, her eyes fell to the Voicebox in her hands. Somehow, amid the tumult, it must have miraculously tuned in one voice among many, or many voices saying the same thing. Or maybe it was a malfunction.
One word flashed on the display, again and again.
Death.
Death.
Death.
*****
What happens next? Find out in Universal Language , now on sale !
*****
About the Author
Robert T. Jeschonek is an award-winning writer whose fiction, comics, essays, articles, and podcasts have been published around the world. According to superstar fantasy and science fiction writer Mike Resnick, Robert "sees the world like no one else sees it, and makes incredibly witty, incisive stories out of that skewed worldview." DC Comics, Simon & Schuster, and DAW have published his work. Robert was nominated for the British Fantasy Award for his story, "Fear of Rain." His young adult urban fantasy novel, My Favorite Band Does Not Exist , is due in 2011 from Clarion Books/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.
Visit Robert T. Jeschonek online at The Fictioneer  website. You can also find him on Facebook and LiveJournal. Follow him as @TheFictioneer on Twitter. For news on his latest online projects, visit the Tsetse Press website at www.tsetsepress.com
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*****
Also by Robert T. Jeschonek
Fantasy
6 Fantasy Stories
Blazing Bodices
Day 9 â a novel
Earthshaker â a novel
Groupie Everlasting
Rose Head
The Genie's Secret
The Return of Alice
The Walking Bomb
Tiki's Vision
Horror
Bloodliner â a novel
Daddy's Little Girl
Diary of a Maggot
Dionysus Dying
Mister Flood
Road Rage
Humor (Adults Only)
Dicks â a novel
Literary
6 Short Stories
Mystery
Polkacide â a novel (written as Hank Deacon)
The First Detect-Eve
Who Unkilled Johnny Murder?
Science Fiction
6 Scifi Stories
Give the Hippo What He Wants
My Cannibal Lover
Off the Face of the Earth
One Awake in All the World
Playing Doctor
Serial Killer vs. E-Merica
Something Borrowed, Something Doomed
The Greatest
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