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Furious at hearing the latest re Beteny, Inter was surprisingly calm. “You have to be cunning when it comes to that bunch of weasels.” Claria was unsure as to what a ‘weasel’ actually was but she did deduce it was probably something unpleasant.
“Tell Bets NOT to worry, I have her back and IF I discover, they,
had something to do with what happened they will live to regret ever doing that.”
Inter was used to those types of unpleasant individuals,
from her previous life outside of the Akademy.
Threatening and often violent, bullying sorts who
thought throwing their weight around, supported by others to back them up?
The ones on their own, face to face, that squealed at the mere thought of being caught alone and shown as they were, weak, nasty individuals.
She had a way of dealing with those ‘sorts’ that meant they did NOT come back for more of the same.
That lot here, were she knew, not the types, to change from the way, they had been brought up, or was it ‘dragged’ up.
You, can, only put so many patches on a torn bag, before there remains no bag, to put patches on?!
‘THEY’ would know, of the recent events, regarding their interference with that ‘Dreadloks’ droid.
An antique AND, easily reprogrammed. Suited their purposes well. Good to hear, that the rest of them, were being put into the furnace.
Before that however? She had taken one and with some modifications thanks to Claria’s skills; sent it on a mission. Into the den of iniquity, well close. Others might have a few more expressive words re that lot.
Lixii, Zetian and Xixian were trying on their outfits for the concert? Well NO, they had taken them off and, carefully laid them, on the recline unit. Watching the recent events with that droid, annoyed at the interference from that creature, the one from Bexes!
“Such a shame, they, were not, still controlled as Pets, by the Jogarth.” The others were agreeing with Zetian. “Still we sent her a message. Inxius is fair game to us. We shall do more at the concert to tease HIM in front of her.”
Picking up her gown, she smiled. “I might make this tighter to make it even more revealing.
What do you think?” They giggled. “We’ll have him squirming in his seat!” More laughter.
Suddenly the hatch, flung open to their domicile, as in stepped a ? A Drealoks droid! Identical, to the one,
Zetian had programmed. It moved towards her and, grabbed the gown, from her.
Tearing it to pieces!! She howled, as it shoved it down and stomped all over it. “I have a message for all of you.” Monotone mechanical voice. “You have been warned. Next time it will NOT be this, it will be.. “
The voice died away as it stopped, fell over crashing to the floor. Shock on their faces, but rage on Zetians face, as she realized, her precious, expensive, irreplaceable, gown; had been trashed beyond repair.
She kicked at the thing, lying on the ground cursing.
Hurting her foot in the process? Sure did.
IT needed to an ice pack due to the swelling.
The gown destroyed, her foot swollen and the concert imminent?
Elsewhere, the news was being rapidly spread, about the attack on them Never mind about Beteny BUT, she had asked for them, NOT, to say anything.
Funny how Claria, knew about the incident, before they, actually heard about it, on the Cast broadcasts. Denying all supposition on their part and questions she was definitely grinning.
Inxius had been truly vexed, on hearing what had happened to Beteny. She insisted he tell no one. He wanted an investigation and, rightly so, some might be given to believe.
She, was having none of it. “I have a feeling, they will, whoever did that, get some comeuppance?”
They had made up and, were sharing a cuddle or two, when the news caught their ears.
Inxius. heard Beteny whisper in his ear. “I told you they would be punished.
For evil to suceed, all those hearing of it have to do, is to sit back and do nothing? Isn’t that what they say?”
Inter was celebrating. Coitus and Ruptus, were unsure, as to why, but joined in never the less, as she poured them both, a glass of wui (wine).Then they too, heard the news, as they raised their glasses “Cheers.”
Suddenly, the screen flashed. “Oh hot off the press, news headline.“ Coleja’s portable media unit now flashed. So did Margi’s personal communicator! “What the.”
“Kimmi what is the newsflash about?” The screen changed, to open up the main news story, as they stared at it, in disbelief? Coleja let out a scream. Globesat had observed the battle, having followed the Jogarth into battle. That was nothing unusual, but this?
This was a bloodbath and the Jogarth, before the Empress Isabellani had even attempted, to use her primary weapon, according to what they were seeing. Were out numbered, out manoevred and heading for defeat.
The sight of the enemy ramming Isabellani’s flagship, was the final image they saw, other than a massive explosion, that took out the Globesat observer drone.
From the Kets Infopaedia = Imperitannica. TMAIL is quite sophisticated EMAIL as we know it. cept you can not only TALK and SEE the others you can use a special device which is placed on your arm and that allows you to interact by superimposing a neural image so you feel them touch them kiss them hold them. Not everyone likes TMAIL!! But its fun. It’s strictly controlled and system guardians monitor Kets activities.
Users can also set up primary directives which tell the system what they want from TMAIL who to ban, block or restrictions on what is allowed between the various com units! TMAIL allows MULTI party lines so you can have several online at the same time! Hectic and manic!
In the right situations good fun! PLUS it keeps parents and family in touch on a more personal level TMAIL is NOT used for game playing as such! Kets use ALTREAL for game playing which is a FOUR dimensional game simulator /reactor! All Ket domiciles have ALTREAL ports for game playing and to chill out listening to music, live bands and what you humans would call movies / tv / radio and more!
According to Globesat, who had rushed a second observer sat, into the area. The flagship, of the Jogarth, was seen to judder, shudder, split, gouged open, spilling its contents, into the vastness of space, before totally disintegrating, into nothing, except debris.
Cxan had tried to console Anora. Becci had whispered to Margise “She died in battle.
They, regard that as dying with honor and, the Jogarth will celebrate her passing..”
“I don’t think Anora will be celebrating, even IF Anora is the next in line to take the Jogarth Empire as Empress Elite.”
“Besise? I don’t thnk Anora should EVER trust her.
From what I’ve heard, a real snake in the grass.”
Margise had been right. The new Empress was Isabellani’s sister Besise? There would be no compromise, as she sought to subdue all resistance, to her taking the throne.
Sending the Kets at the Akademy a message, to ensure they celebrated the honor, an established over centuries tradition to be accorded to the Empress Isabellani.
It would be a little while later, when the Kets were gathered together; for a special meeting called by La Toyah. To discuss the merits, of using Globesat and other news devices.
To make it clear, as Corky had already taken time to do, that rules applied and, they must be prepared, for good and bad news; but must accept, they would not be leaving, except in exceptional circumstances and that?
Where the Jogarth Kets were concerned had been made clear to them was NOT to be permitted.
Princess Besise, had informed them, that she wanted the aftermath of her sisters death with the celebrations taking place, across the Jogarth worlds, to NOT include, the Kets from the Akademy.
Particularly Anora, as heir to the throne. A minor insurrection, rebellion of sorts was taking place and she had to put an end to those, who wanted to challenge her right, to ‘take care of’ the Empire, before Anora could be released, to assume her rightful place, at the head of the Jogarth.
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