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His most Glorious, Magnificent, Highness, Twixle the 4th, stood on the research pad outside of the center looking at the new CTW-1 Crusier that was ready for testing.

What a magnificent site to behold, another organ to ply the ways of the Universe in the continuation of our Quest. His lead scientists had told him the new cruiser was outfitted with new revolutionary systems that far exceeded anything that had gone before.

The anticipation that Twixle the 4th had was so immense, a slight discolored liquid began oozzzing down his lower appendages, his body began to shiver, and as he watched the cruiser lift into the sky, Twixle started to think of his wives in a most appropoe manner, like usual when he saw one of his mighty ships of war rise up to fulfill the quest. He was already turning away, fantasizing of things that were non military in nature with a specific wife, the one with the very enlarged...Whaaaaammmmmm, a large explosion from above rippled downward, shaking the very ground upon which he stood, knocking everyone onto the ground, except Twixle the 4th, he was able to wrap his arms around a railing which was next to him. Everyone else was displaced in various poses along the reserch pad. His Highness, Twixle the 4th, looked up and saw that the mighty cruiser of which he was so proud, was apparently coming to ground in various and most numerous pieces.

Damn those lousy creatures in the labs. Another failed experiment. Now we will have to continue our expansion and quest with those small untidy outdated escorts. This is no way to begin our outward quest. Heads will roll, when I'm done with those ingrates they'll look like those small furry creatures that walk around the outback, the ones that look like they have whiskers and a orange pointed whatever protruding from their backsides. Still can't figure out how they hop around like that with those long whiskers and whatever that orange thing is. Its like a cross between two disgusting animals. All that research and resources wasted again, this can't continue, science must go foreward, he thought to himself as he walked slowly to his waiting grey long earred, 4 footed ride. There has to be a better way then this to get around he muttered to himself, as he picked up the long pole which had a string with a large orangish looking piece of food with green sprouts coming out the top. His Mightines Highness Twixle the 4th, straddled this grey colored creature, and while holding the pole and dangling the food in front of the creatures mouth rode off to his palace to begin another day of dreaming of what might be.

to be continued.

from the History of the Tka-Chik Empire