Travels Continue E-Book

Suzann Dodd

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

This is the continuation of the story which began as The Right Thing, through Space Pirate, Search for the Sakari, etc.

The ZerShaz have conquered all human planets.  As part of the protocol, Ki-ZerShaz must step upon each planet in his realm.

Beta Mar, Shalimar, two human occupied worlds, Zechia, a ZerShaz planet just being repopulated.  

Leseprobe

Suzann Dodd

Travels Continue

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Mr J.

MR J

Tony JohnsonBeta Mar

Well, here I am back in my fraudscam life of heap big reggae impresario. I'm taking the concerts on a planet wide tour.

I've got three different reggae bands now. Horace will motherduck one, I'll do the other, and the third will bust ear drums at Twentieth Century Park.

My crew is appearing in Mazula City. I pop in, get the blurbers blurbing,and enough sex to satiate a football team, then fly on to the next city.

I'm on the box, running my mouth about what I don't know, looking swank and bed ready. If I wasn't a millionaire, I'd be a millionaire.

I'm trying to jazz up my vibes, trying to get into the excitement and Top C life, but all I'm feeling is tired. There are thousands of cities on Beta Mar and all need their circus to make Invasion yesterday's news.

I don't think I'll survive ten cities. All the pushing and excitement and haste and noise...humans are so noisy and colours and everyone, 'look at me!' and everyone wanting a piece of me...the amount of ganja I'm smoking and the liquor I'm drinking would kill a normal person.

Proving I'm not normal.

Not normal and the only one who knows this is all fleege. This whole Retro-Reggae excitement was nothing more than bait.

( You were bait ) Sharon said that to me.  She picked it up fast. No one else has.

(You were bait)

The concerts were the cheese in the trap to catch the hiding Sakari. And they did. It is so unreal it moves into another dimension.

Sharon was hiding; no one clued me why.

Dumped here, told nothing occupies the rest of my life, I activated my brain and penned that when she heard reggae she'd know it was safe to emerge. That was the why of the concerts. That they've taken on a life of their own, that dozens of bands have been created. that the sound emanates from every corner just wasn't expected.

I wonder in history if ever someone created something or started a war, or whatever, simply to gain attention, and that something took on a life of its own?

Y'know, maybe I should do a little more research in what I'm supposed to be an expert in?

Ha!

Hello Prof Jaruf!

"Toeee Neeeee!!"

The fem says my name as if her mouth is full of sex butter. I don't know who she is but I bet my cock met her.

"Soon come," I say, pushing away, going to do whatever it is I do which seems to be moving around and getting in the way and looking photogenic.

I really have to admit, I'm adorable. With all the coin I've been able pamper me. With my hair exploding I look younger than I am, and being so sedated I have this pleasantness on my face that lecturing at UWI snatched.  I've developed this cute style of not answering questions that really should be copyrighted.

I'm getting invites to everywhere to do everything with everyone. In RL, in Jamaica, I couldn't even see the Minister of Education. Here, Presidents are inviting me to lunch.

In RL it wasn't easy to get a Prime Lay, here they take a number. I mean if it were real, if I were being lauded for something real it would be different. But it's all fleege.

Of course, if I smoke another chalice I'll forget that and go with the flow.

Another of my precious Twentieth Century toss away remarks which will soon be selling everything from toiletries to weapons.

Zechia

 ZECHIA

evJaFalkZeversad

Landing on Zechia, in the city of Zezki, wiShelfa was all solicitation as if she were eDapktchoy's amay. She relished the shazi as if her blood, most concerned about Sharon, who was maintained asleep.

My daughter, huBrycinthe  entered discussion with wiShelfa asking for advice. This was to distribute the sensation of deference. She had my acumen. One gains supporters by such a show, even if sham.

After the ceremony of Inclusion, I made brief tour of the city, garbed in the old robe with its face hiding hood. As nea found rest I entered the erssavi. The ride brief and we landed beside a village of many small habitations. I could see ini running to complete them even as tau rose.

They would labour throughout the short darktime, for this village, I am certain, was not a thought until the soldiers on Shalimar fired their weapon.

ZeSha are politically alert.  It was uReglimi's iSazi where Ki-Zershaz had been.  It was the habitation of Debbie, uReglimi's human mate, where we had been billeted.  It is that house which was obliterated by the bomb.

Zha, no one was within that habitation, alert to the advance of the soldiers.  Alert because Sharon had entered the Preserve.  Alert, because it was then Debbie activated the monitors.  It was then she noted the non-operation of a number of them.  

Then, not when they were hitarns from the house. Then, not when they had not begun their mission.   They were perceived emis before they fired the bomb.

All erssavis took space, all abandoned the habitation, and all survived.  But it was uReglimi's dereliction that allowed it, and so, those aligned with him suffer his disgrace.  Those who sever ties are judged on their own.  

Hence, the self-appointed eKhain of this new city of Cyti is not daubed by uReglimi's dereliction.

I moved about the unpaved lanes, noting ZeSha assisting ini in building. Ah, now this is not 'tal', but considering, most necessary.

There was great business by the erssavi as ini went to purchase meat from our stores and beg an extra animal. No erssavi would travel without edible animals and agricultural decks of vegetation.

There was little to trade, many ini giving over the few bits of jewelry they owned, and I, ever the wise leader, instructed the umRain who audited food supplies, to grant what we could, and take recompense at a later interval.Many young animals were removed from our ships, as many fruits and vegetables and plants as well.

The umRain kept glancing at me and I told him; "The first erssavi built in this city bears the name you elect, and will be yours on elevation."

I had no right to elevate him to omTay but he believed me. I would need to ensure the omTay of this vessel understood. Of course I could not speak to the omTay, he would recognise me as he had been my Captain until I elevated eDapktchoy to Ki-ZerShaz.  I elevated him and became non-existent.

I note azJikTchy and speak to him in the hearing of the umRain, so it be clear what I promised be fulfilled. I entered the ship to the chamber of Ki-ZerShaz, which was empty.

My daughter lounged in the corridor; "He is with his mate.."

"You have woken her?"

"No, she remains gripped by sleep, he merely takes comfort from her proximity."

"How more attenuated will she sleep?"

"I would maintain her until he demands she wake..." and quietly, "bede, it is miraculous she has not gained glory, for her body is most starved."

"She was always very miniscule, Bryci..." I supply, anxious to grasp the solitude of the chamber of Ki-ZerShaz. To bathe in the copious tank, enjoying what I thought I had relinquished on designation.

I leave my daughter, and entire the Priority Cabin on the Priority Ship. I remember when I was Ki-Zershaz and this my ship, my cabin.

Yet, I have no regret, as I lounge in the tank.