Deep Space
Leghk Sector
G'Nunk Warship Regepple
Dozelord Gannuzo and Subdozelord Binolio, the executive officer were looking down from an inset window into the cell where the dark lightning floated between walls of reinforced titanium coated with a ceramic composite mesh. That kept the prisoner physically confined. To keep its lethal mental energy contained, G’Nunk with the psychic implants were stationed at points around the chamber. For the moment, it was quite subdued. More interestingly, Binolio had come up with a name for their infant nightmare: G’Uhl.
Thoss World
Vs'Kssh City
Holarrow Slums
“Our cause iss sstill far too weak—too shallow in its reach—to confront the liess.” In the wake of their brush with capture in the old citadel, Senator HvHuss and Grssn had managed to bring together eight key cell leaders. In the tight, dirty slums of Vs’Kssh City, the senator explained. Most of them were dumbstruck at the mere presence of a senator of the Confederacy.
“And we are to carry on?” asked one of the cell leaders. None of them were especially old and they were all frightened by the pace of events, but they had been through dark times.
“You musst,” began Grssn, motioning to the group as the senator stepped back, “patiently build the network, cultivating it asss we have. But now it will resst with you for we musst depart. There isss little time to exssplain, but we have a new hope. It iss time to sseek help from the outside.” There was a long silence and then the senator produced from his pocket a small pyramid of precisely cut, unpolished granite. He turned it over to reveal the Pythagorean theorem inscribed in the base.
“Thiss isss a sssmall truth,” intoned the magnificent old Thrynn. The others were amazed by his courage, their hearts racing at the mere mention of the forbidden oath. “It iss a sssmall truth," he repeated, "and it iss only the beginning."
Deep Space
The Windward Passage
Booster HG(b)170
//**Transbound// Origin: Thoss 1099-88b/44518: Switch Relay: Elan:Delta89-3 via HGseries// [transmitting] Green Harrison Pulls Stakes. [Endtrans]//**
Thoss World
Standard Orbit
Thrynn Frigate Jussru
An unwelcome pilgrim amidst the flat grey of the lithe frigate’s skin, dying purple skylight mirrored itself across the polished glass windows on her starboard flank.
Type twos are small craft, modular by design and flexible in configuration, suitable to a multitude of purposes. Its real limitations are those imposed by creativity and necessity. The Thrynn seldom lacked the former—especially where a cosmic knife fight was involved—and present circumstances provided plenty of the latter. The bottom line in that department had of late boiled down to a pair of words: plasma bolt. The Thrynn didn’t have the technology.
No matter, a story: The Romans knew precious little of naval warfare when they clashed with the legendary seafaring on Mediterranean waves. The Romans were outclassed on unfamiliar turf, but they knew there were—there always are—other ways. So did the Thrynn. Toward the bow of Jussru, flanking the bow centerline, just below the bridge, were two modest protrusions, prototype modifications.
Gleaming in the primeval light of a cold yellow sun, Jussru sparkled on the precipice, then melted over the night horizon line.
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