The downside, as I’ve said before, to writing “the story I want to read” is when I notice an old file, open it – have an inkling of what I intended and go “damnit. I wanna know what happens!”
I totally did that with a ~1 pg document. There is a teaser. A tiny, itsy-bitsy teaser that is driving me crazy. I don’t remember who the villain was going to be, I have just enough to be curious. I guess it wasn’t my worst beginning…. You tell me.
It is so small and weak. The voice was quiet, pleading.
Their species is not weak. It is almost a bark, with an angry edge to it.
Our younglings are just as helpless. They are not as loud. A third tone, almost a soft musical chime to the worlds.
Do as you wish your highness. Keep it as a pet if you so choose, but if it ever looks the least harmful, then we will kill it on sight. A final, fourth voice said.
The pink mewling creature was lifted up and carried off the hulk of the ship. As they left they passed the crews that were dismantling the pieces of the ship.
You must admit, came the fourth voice¸ they are good with machines.
They have already integrated too much of our technology the harsh and angry voice said all we can do is win by attrition.
Not all the quiet voice said, Please give me a chance. I am sure there is a way to make it work.
The plan has merit the sing-song voice added. What can it hurt?
The creature suddenly opened its mouth and let out the most horrendous noise. All four stopped moving and stared at it. Then they looked to one another and the chiming voice said, It is hungry.
She is hungry the voice which had been angry no longer was, instead sounding shocked.
So be it, the fourth voice, As king I decree that we shall no longer seek them out. Princess Risha’lla will raise the thing. It is not deaf and her plan will be given the time needed to see possible success.
I will not fail you father the soft voice, Princess Risha’lla said.
“Sir, the orgalla have entered the system,” the helmsman said. “Shall we meet to escort them?”
“No, wait for them to reach us,” the captain said and moved from his seat on the bridge to the view port at the gunner’s station.
The ship he saw was massive with three smaller ships around it. His own vessel ran a crew almost a thousand men and women with space to spare for recreation, a dome garden and three sets of quarters which could be used to expand for families if the ship ever was placed on local patrols instead of being on the border patrols. The ship approaching was at least three times the size of his vessel.
“The price of being good at my job…” the captain muttered as he looked at the ship. He then went to his chair and sat back down, “Lieutenant, please let the ambassadors know that the orgalla have arrived and we will be meeting them in approximately an hour.”
“Yes sir,” the communications officers quickly turned and began to relay the message to the ambassadorial team on board.
“Captain Chou, the orgalla are requesting to link to our nav comms,” the communications officer reported.
“Link them in so they can follow us into the port,” Captain Chou said firmly. The young man took a deep breath and sent the signal. The orgalla were still the monsters parents told children about to scare them. Some of the colonies still had massive damage from the orgalla almost twenty years before.
“Commander Lorant, you have command until I return,” Captain Chou said. “Lieutentant, please make sure the ambassadorial team isn’t running late this time.”
The captain did not have to rush to get to the docking bay which would allow them to access the orbital planet access point, but he did not pause to think or talk to anyone either. The collar of his dress uniform was a little loose, but he didn’t try to figure out a way to tighten it now. When he arrived two of the attachés were waiting, but none of the ambassadors had arrived.
“Was an hour not enough to time for the ambassadors to be able to dress and assemble?” he asked the attachés with a frown.
“I apologize sir, I know that Ambassador Irvine is on the way,” one of the two said. As he spoke, a woman swept into the room. She had chosen to wear a formal gown instead of a suit. It was appropriate that she had chosen the historical garb of her people, but the long sweeping sleeves trailing across the floor behind must be heavy and hot.
“Am I truly first to arrive?” she asked. “This is a disgrace! Ashley, call Poul and you should get Yewoul too. It is not like any kikital to be late. I’m sure he’s been detained by Poul. Oliver I want you to call Etcorm, Deneph and Risyk. Find out where they are. I apologize Captain, I thought an hour was more than enough time. Especially because Deneph doesn’t need to put on clothes or brush fur in anyway.”
“Thank you Ambassador, it is appreciated to know that it is not a lack of protocol,” Captain Chou said with a smile.
“No, I agree with you that we need this peace,” Ambassador Irvine said. “If my ancestors hadn’t gone to Mars then we would have been destroyed by the Chinese, I understand better than most that we need to expand safely. The orgalla are too powerful not to make sure they are on our side. I just wish Earth had sent someone other than Poul.”
“It doesn’t help that the North Aligned States never really saw much of the fighting in the last war,” Captain Chou said. “Hence they had the power to have Poul selected.”
“Well, he is here now, so we’ll have to make it work,” the woman said firmly.
It was only a few minutes before the other ambassadors arrived. Ambassador Poul Westmire represented Earth itself, while Ambassador Johanna Irvine represented the human-colonized planets everywhere else. Poul was wearing a white tuxedo with a white turban around his head. His thick beard had been combed and greased into a pair of points down his chest. Johanna was wearing the long blue and silver kimono she had brought which had once been worn by the last royal princess of Japan as she fled to Mars, the ships built and piloted by Australians and then flying to help Australia and Japan escape the Chinese invasions which turned half of Earth into a single empire almost three hundred years ago. The princess had died on the trip to Mars because of a terrible pregnancy combined with seven months in space.