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Re: Zax Society
posted by: tbontob Posted Less than 1 min ago
Thu, Feb 6 at 05:01:25 EST
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THE LOCATION: THE SEMI-OVAL OFFICE OF ZAX CENTRE
THE TIME: STARDATE: 2405.5
THE PEOPLE: ZAXXON, R2D3, Dip-low-Mac-Sea, Spiii, Strong-of-the-Arm Custer and Cord-Ill-Era

Stong-of-the-Arm Custer was morose. He was getting a new fleet with all the new up-to-date technology and with it he should be able to "whup some ***". But there was a problem.

Custer was saying, "The hulls of the new battle cruisers have been built and the engines installed. However, the installation of the other components is being held up because of the electronics shortage. If the shortages continue much longer, the ships will be outdated before they leave the yards."

"Dip-low-Mac-Sea, what news of the contact with the Wreylings?"

"I have some unsettling news." Dip-low-Mac-Sea said.

"Yes, what is it."

"Well, it would seem we do not have not made contact with the Wreylings."

"What happened?"

"Well, it seemed like one of the inventors picked up a strange signal which he thought was in the Wreyling language."

"And?"

"Well, it wasn't"

"What was it?"

Dip-low-Mac-Sea turned a beet red and then answered, "It seems he was able to pick up certain sounds in a building close to him and er...ah...ahem...."

"Yes, yes, get on with it!"

"Well it from a couple who were doing their duty to increase the Zax population, sir. The female in particular was loud and vociferous in her shouts of...ahem...passion."

"How in the world could he mistake that for the Wreylings?"

"Well, with all the grunts, groans and squealing, he thought it must be the Wreylings talking among themselves."

"Hmmm. Well, keep the diplomatic message ready. If and when we are able to make contact with the God-emperor Ruatha, I want you to send it immediately."

After a pause, Zaxxon continued, "With all the dislocations caused by the reward, I am inclined to withdraw the reward and..."

"I wouldn't do that!" Cord Ill Era interjected.

"Who are you?"

"Cord Ill Era of the Department of Motherland Safety, sir."

"And why shouldn't we withdraw the reward?"

"In simple terms, the people would riot. If you think things are bad now, they will be impossible if you withdraw the reward."

"R2D2, how is the research in communications progressing?"

"Very well, sir. We now have instant communications between adjacent solar systems."

"And how much is the communications budget?"

"Five percent, sir."

R2D2 carefully watched Zaxxon carefully as Zaxxon performed some mental calculations. When he noticed the Zaxxon's color suddenly turning beet red, he quickly said, "But with the emergency, I intend to increase the communications budget."

"Do it, we need a solution to this crises."
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THE LOCATION: Sod Dum, a provincial capital.

Eston had almost finished packing when Loy Al tew deBone walked in.

"I'll be glad to get to Elstonile Castle and get this over with!" Eston said in an irritable voice.

"Ahem. Ah, well, ah, we are not finished."

"Not finished?"

"We do not have the seal of Zaxxon."

"The seal of Zaxxon? Why do we need it?"

"Whenever the Zaxxon takes a trip the seal is always openly displayed on the vehicle he travels in. If you do not have the seal, the Zaxxonness will know you are not Zaxxon."

Eston groaned! It seemed nothing was going right. "All the seals are kept in Zax city. How can we get one here?"

Loy Al tew deBone responded with, "Well I know this forger. It will be expensive..."

"Impossible! No-one can duplicate the seal."

"Yes, I agree. Except this forger is exceptional which is why it will be expensive."

"More money! Where is this...ah...acquaintance of yours?"

"In Go More Ah. It's the capital of the state adjoining this one."

"When can we get it?"

"We will have to see him first. I have already arranged the meeting. We should leave now to see him."