T H E M U J A N D D I P L O M A T
A MEETING ON BLISSDANE NAIVE
D-Bop meets O-Cea
D-Bop meets O-Cea
... D-Bop looked over to his superior who sat behind a lengthy sugar-crystal table, which was occupied by the other members of the Calmthoutus Council. His name was Shine Abductus and had a golden blaze appearance. He was all golden and was one of fifty dozen or so remaining of his species, the Goldfi Nites. Their life form was like none other in the galaxy and the history of their people was not common knowledge. It was said that the Governauts kept the history of the Goldfi Nites from the public for security reasons. Most level headed minds thought it all a primitive and imprudent accusation but there were those who did not trust the Governauts and claimed a conspiracy was afoot.
Shine, seeing that his orator was in trouble stood and walked to D-Bop’s side. He raised a hand and the Gatherplex came to a murmuring hum and all optics were on him. He smiled and the white within his mouth glowed.
“Delegate LiBerti raises a good question,” Shine Abductus said.
O-Cea and the entire hall agreed; she did raise a good question. Heads bobbed uncontrollably.
“A question,” Shine continued, “our council was not chartered to elucidate or to contemplate stratagem.”
Shine rolled his optics to D-Bop who at that very moment rolled his to Shine both thinking the same thing; would they buy it?
A thunderous roar filled the Gatherplex. Angry gestures and spits were hurled throughout the hall. A spray of Calmakus was released again into the hall but the mist was designed for minor mood alteration and had little effect on such a turbulent outburst.
O-Cea moved closer to the stage to avoid any of the fluids emanating from the multi-openings of the goo salivating mob. She looked at D-Bop and Shine and saw that they were clueless and had retarded into the dimness. Angered by their ineptitude she moved with purpose to the second sugar crystal table, which sat on stage opposite the Calmthoutus Council’s table and she hopped up onto the stage. She approached the several elderly members of the Supreme Macore Unity. Sitting center and comfortably surrounded by three members on each side was High Eternal Life Priest, Entony LiBerti.
“Father, do something!” O-Cea pleaded.
Entony, seeing that his fellow High Priests were waiting for him to advance with a calming solution to this halfwit riot, stood, and with his daughter at his side moved to center stage. He raised his arms. It was then that O-Cea quickly covered the sides of her head and her Father then let out a roar so tremendous that all within the Gatherplex were forced to follow her example. The fumes of his sound waves flooded the hall and a muting effect consumed the air. The silence was deafening. Large rainbow oiled bubbles of acoustic deadeners floated around the Delegates and bounced and popped one by one. As the rumble of Priest LiBerti’s chest started to tide down all the Delegates slowly dropped their protection and assumed a more respectful posture.
O-Cea reached for her Father to help him balance himself as he was spent after having created such a spell. He nodded to her to make clear that he was well and needed to demonstrate a strong stance on his own to keep the Delegates in line.
“I’m sorry, Father,” O-Cea whispered with a feather wisp. She felt responsible for the disorderly uprising she instigated and guilty for having then to ask her Father to bail her out.
“You’ve done nothing wrong my dear,” he whispered back to her.
O-Cea turned to face D-Bop Garte and Shine Abductus sending them an unhappy and steely stare. D-Bop started to move toward her but Shine took him by the arm to hold him back. It was a very good thing he did as Priest LiBerti cleared his valve to speak.
“Delegates,” he started with a warm deep vibrating sound, “you have reason to protest these events. I ask you to stay the respite and meet again in the sun’s twine sign. It is then,” LiBerti turned to eye Shine and D-Bop and then continued, “it is by then that the Calmthoutus Council will have completed a stratagem schemata to avert war within the Mujand System and deliver it to this delegation without fail!”
LiBerti growled the last two words of his statement and O-Cea then took his side as he walked off the stage. She slowly guided him and then at the last possible moment she shot a glance at D-Bop that was more understanding than anger.
He wanted to follow her and internally he did move in her direction but Shine moved to him and suddenly spoke with privacy.
“You do understand that growl was for us,” Shine said to D-Bop. “We must find answers. There is much to be done to develop schemata. Gather up your team and get to Igmidity Hall this darkness. You will be contacted”
Shine moved off and left D-Bop standing alone watching the Gatherplex empty out. He searched for O-Cea but she too had vanished into the confetti of delegates. He looked back to his fellow team members but they had slithered off into the moist darkness. He was left alone to swallow the malfunction. How was this his liability? He simply orated the results the team’s chief auditors had authored. Why was he being asked for stratagem and why would he be contacted?
“O, I am Zilchy’s fool!” D-Bop quoted in low tones. He had little time to contemplate fate and hurried off the stage and vanished out of the Gatherplex.
A team of Custodiabots then filled the hall and started to hygienify the interior space...
(excerpt from The Mujand Diplomat, © 2011-2015, Unpublished)
Shine, seeing that his orator was in trouble stood and walked to D-Bop’s side. He raised a hand and the Gatherplex came to a murmuring hum and all optics were on him. He smiled and the white within his mouth glowed.
“Delegate LiBerti raises a good question,” Shine Abductus said.
O-Cea and the entire hall agreed; she did raise a good question. Heads bobbed uncontrollably.
“A question,” Shine continued, “our council was not chartered to elucidate or to contemplate stratagem.”
Shine rolled his optics to D-Bop who at that very moment rolled his to Shine both thinking the same thing; would they buy it?
A thunderous roar filled the Gatherplex. Angry gestures and spits were hurled throughout the hall. A spray of Calmakus was released again into the hall but the mist was designed for minor mood alteration and had little effect on such a turbulent outburst.
O-Cea moved closer to the stage to avoid any of the fluids emanating from the multi-openings of the goo salivating mob. She looked at D-Bop and Shine and saw that they were clueless and had retarded into the dimness. Angered by their ineptitude she moved with purpose to the second sugar crystal table, which sat on stage opposite the Calmthoutus Council’s table and she hopped up onto the stage. She approached the several elderly members of the Supreme Macore Unity. Sitting center and comfortably surrounded by three members on each side was High Eternal Life Priest, Entony LiBerti.
“Father, do something!” O-Cea pleaded.
Entony, seeing that his fellow High Priests were waiting for him to advance with a calming solution to this halfwit riot, stood, and with his daughter at his side moved to center stage. He raised his arms. It was then that O-Cea quickly covered the sides of her head and her Father then let out a roar so tremendous that all within the Gatherplex were forced to follow her example. The fumes of his sound waves flooded the hall and a muting effect consumed the air. The silence was deafening. Large rainbow oiled bubbles of acoustic deadeners floated around the Delegates and bounced and popped one by one. As the rumble of Priest LiBerti’s chest started to tide down all the Delegates slowly dropped their protection and assumed a more respectful posture.
O-Cea reached for her Father to help him balance himself as he was spent after having created such a spell. He nodded to her to make clear that he was well and needed to demonstrate a strong stance on his own to keep the Delegates in line.
“I’m sorry, Father,” O-Cea whispered with a feather wisp. She felt responsible for the disorderly uprising she instigated and guilty for having then to ask her Father to bail her out.
“You’ve done nothing wrong my dear,” he whispered back to her.
O-Cea turned to face D-Bop Garte and Shine Abductus sending them an unhappy and steely stare. D-Bop started to move toward her but Shine took him by the arm to hold him back. It was a very good thing he did as Priest LiBerti cleared his valve to speak.
“Delegates,” he started with a warm deep vibrating sound, “you have reason to protest these events. I ask you to stay the respite and meet again in the sun’s twine sign. It is then,” LiBerti turned to eye Shine and D-Bop and then continued, “it is by then that the Calmthoutus Council will have completed a stratagem schemata to avert war within the Mujand System and deliver it to this delegation without fail!”
LiBerti growled the last two words of his statement and O-Cea then took his side as he walked off the stage. She slowly guided him and then at the last possible moment she shot a glance at D-Bop that was more understanding than anger.
He wanted to follow her and internally he did move in her direction but Shine moved to him and suddenly spoke with privacy.
“You do understand that growl was for us,” Shine said to D-Bop. “We must find answers. There is much to be done to develop schemata. Gather up your team and get to Igmidity Hall this darkness. You will be contacted”
Shine moved off and left D-Bop standing alone watching the Gatherplex empty out. He searched for O-Cea but she too had vanished into the confetti of delegates. He looked back to his fellow team members but they had slithered off into the moist darkness. He was left alone to swallow the malfunction. How was this his liability? He simply orated the results the team’s chief auditors had authored. Why was he being asked for stratagem and why would he be contacted?
“O, I am Zilchy’s fool!” D-Bop quoted in low tones. He had little time to contemplate fate and hurried off the stage and vanished out of the Gatherplex.
A team of Custodiabots then filled the hall and started to hygienify the interior space...
(excerpt from The Mujand Diplomat, © 2011-2015, Unpublished)
