The Truth and Re-consideration
Part 2
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Val' Jeez walks to the sacred elevator. He has felt nervous since he entered High Charity in his escape pod. The elevator springs open, inside are eight Elites and one particularly large Hunter.
"…I'll catch the next one" Val'Jeez says courteously.
"No, we are staying…guard duty" one of the Elites says, rolling his eyes.
Val' Jeez shrugs and enters; there is so little space he is pressed against the glass wall. The doors close. "Hi! I am Jaed' Baldarn!" A Elite says friendlily thrusting out a hand. Not knowing what to do Val' Jeez shakes it. "What's going on anyway? There is hardly any space in here." Val' Jeez says curiously.
"What floor are you on, sweetie?" Jaed' Baldarn asks with a kind click of his mandibles.
"Errr…three thousand, two hundred and sixty…six…" Val' Jeez responds curtly.
"The Prophets'! Ohhh…someone's in trouble!" Jaed' Baldarn says playfully, everyone in the elevator laughs and hollers.
"Don't worry, sweetie. They will probably only chop your hand off…maybe take an eye…a mandible...part of your brain" Jaed' Baldarn says comfortingly. Val'Jeez gulps.
"You asked why we are all here. Security. There used to be two in here but then the Prophets decided that wasn't safe enough, terrorists and all that. So here we all are...and Greg, the hunter." Jaed' Baldarn adds.
"GREG! Did you press the button for this darling?" Jaed' Baldarn shouts angrily
Greg grunts indignantly
"No not that one! The blue one! You're so stupid Greg! Next time I work the buttons and you interrogate…I mean! Greet the guests" Jaed' Baldarn shouts, irritated.
Greg makes a sad whining sound.
Val'Jeez looks out the glass plate praying to arrive soon. The higher he goes the sicker he feels, he is scared of heights.
Just before the nausea get intolerable the doors pop open and he falls out. The doors seal behind him; he looks up. In all their glory the Prophets gaze down at him. No time for any mistakes; play it cool, Val' Jeez thinks.
Val' Jeez gets up and swaggers towards them coolly. The room is made of all kinds of strange glass and metals.
"Mighty Pro…" he begins before falling to his knees and throwing up all over the polished glass floor looking down three thousand, two hundred and sixty six floors. Before he has a chance to recover he leaps up in terror.
The Prophets look on for a moment unamused before becoming preoccupied with what they were doing. Val' Jeez sees they are all holding the gifts he sent, a shiver of relief flows through him.
"This 'chip' is completely out of this world!" One of the Prophets says with relish.
"Err…hate to be a stickler but don't the humans put their A.I's in these things? Should we be eating them?" Another adds cautiously, looking searchingly at his brethren.
"No, no. That is another kind of chip. Crunchier and tastes a lot stranger." One says knowingly, tapping his nose.
"Hmmm…well in either case Val'Jeez I am happy to completely forget your failure and even that you are here in the first place. We have assigned you a new navy to assist you in bringing us more chips…" The profit of Truth begins nobly.
The profits look at him frowning
"Err…I mean, bring us more…Justice…yeah, that's right…" He adds nervously.
They all nod approvingly.
"Go now brother! And…err…good hunting…" Truth says with renewed conviction.
Val' jeez walks off feeling better than he thought he would. He still felt sad that his old ship was blown up and everyone died a tragic and horrific death but there is always a downside to everything he reasoned.
"Actually I rather he brought us more chips…" one of the profits continued in the background
"I agree we have put so much of our efforts on war and ship building but where is the fun for us? Honestly you would think the humans were the superior beings here. Next you will be telling me they have broadband internet!"
The prophets laugh heartily.
Val'Jeez arrives at the elevator and the doors pop open.
"Yooo hooo!" a familiar voice calls out.
Jaed' Baldarn stands in the elevator waving excitedly.
"Great news! I have been assigned as your new body guard and Greg as your commander!" he says happily.
"Three cheers for Grand Admiral Val'Jeez!" Jaed' Baldarn squeals.
All the Elites look at him blankly.
"Nevermind…" he adds quickly, looking around nervously.
Val' Jeez has a thoughtful moment when he enters the elevator. All the Elites inside are chatting excitedly about all the maiming and murdering they will soon be getting up to. Even Greg started singing merrily like Hunters do.
Val' Jeez did not know what Jaed' Baldarn meant by 'three cheers' but he was sure it was a good thing. There is always an upside and a downside to everything he reasoned. However he was not sure what to make of this.
The elevator doors sprung open at the docking bay. A gigantic, sleek metal ship greeted them. The words written in large white holograms read 'The Truth and In-consideration'
"Why did they change the name?" Val' Jeez yelled, emotional by now.
"Ah, we are supposed to be real mean now. The name reflects this" Jaed' Baldarn added, the others nodded and punched their palms.
"Alright! Lets go and…you know…yeah" Val' Jeez screamed, salty tears in his eyes. They all ran towards the ship happily. Greg shook his head and plodded on at his own pace.
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