theallseeingeye
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Hi, just dipping my toe in! This is the opening of Chapter -1, the preprologue of my work-in-progress The Oligarchicon. However it's not the first chapter.
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In a gambling hall deep in the seedy district of Crustacean, Huth stared at Trels over the top of his cards, attempting to psycho-analyse his opponent into submssion. Failing, on this occasion, he instead placed the Praelector of Juttlebug card down on the table.
"I shall match your bid of 18 flibbits, Trels, and will raise you 4. Let me tickle the badger."
A trickle of sweat beaded down Huth's forehead. He knew the stakes were high, and that he was gambling with resources he couldn't match. If he lost, and unable to pay, he would have to make the ultimate sacrifice by the rules of SLAGG - he would forfeit his cock. He leant across the table to tickle the badger: a SLAGG term for getting another card from the pile. He glanced at it: A three of Chattawaaaweee. Dammit!
It was now Jug Jug's go. His beak opened and shut nervously. His vast wealth meant that he could easily overwhelm his rivals with outlandish bets: but this was considered not to be cricket when playing SLAGG, and he knew it - big time. Fortunatley for the slave-trader from A'a'a'a'a'tit, he was holding a game-winning card: the Ace of Blaarts. He hurled it down onto the pile, and screeched the game-winning cry:
"Embrace my dark place!"
Huth and Trels chucked their cards back onto the table in disgust. Huuth gulped several times, and crossed his legs. How in all of buggery was he to get out of this one? Crowing, Jug Jug scooped up his winnings, before noticing a note amongst the coincards.
"What is this?" The bird-man chirrupped. "'I owe you 84 flibbits. Kind Regards, Huth.'? What is the meaning of this, you Tadotian oaf? Can you not pay me my winnings? I hope you are aware of the penalty..."
"I am yes," spoke Huth quietly, and with the dignity of a man shortly to be bereft of his most manly appendage. "Give me a chance to make it up in some other way though, Jug Jug. I know you are a slave-trader, but I also know that you are actually a good man. There must be some task worthy of 84 flibbits?"
"You're right for once. I may be a slave-trader, but I am actually a good man as well. Very well! I do have a task for you to perform. One of my most attractive slaves, Bri'oni has been captured by Gaxor, the Replicant King and a planet-hopping madman!"
"What would Gaxor want with a humanoid slave-girl, no matter how fit she is?" asked Trels.
"Simple," simmered Jug Jug. "Gaxor has recruited D'Splorsch, the virgin eating dragon who fled Brel-Limial after their housing policy bust-up! He needs to feed up D'Splorsch to get him back to full strength, to help him in his mad planet-hopping. He wants to take over the whole western arc of Blaart!"
"So, by stopping Bri'oni being eaten, we will help save the Western Arc? I'm up for the challenge. After all, I could do with some action after banishing forever the handmaiden Sia'znai, to Fink, prison moon of Plupp," responded Huth, beaming widely.
"No way, Huth. You better keep your plonker in your pants. I need Bri'oni back unbroken. She's worth far more to me cherry intact than deflowered," interjected Jug Jug sternly.
"Shit. This is going to be hard. But not as hard as being castrated! I'll do it, Jug Jug! But I'll need some help. There's no way I can enter the realm of Gaxor, administered as it is by the evil Praelector, alone. Can you get me a partner in this job, Jug Jug?"
"I might be able to help you, Huth. Bogg-Ryder, the warrior Queen of Zlup, the swamp planet, owes me a favour. She has a Cybrowarrior named Pedro who would be ideal in a quest such as this. I'll make sure he comes along with you. get the next shuttlecruise out of Crustacean to P'Chuck, capital of Zlup. He'll meet you there. Next time I see you, I want Bri'oni to be there too - intact. Y'here?"
"Yes. I'll be on my way. See you later!"
Huth spinted out of the gambling hall and hailed a demicruiser to the shuttlecruiseport two miles away to catch the next flight to P'Chuck. he didn't know where this adventure would take him, but at least it kept him busy!
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In a gambling hall deep in the seedy district of Crustacean, Huth stared at Trels over the top of his cards, attempting to psycho-analyse his opponent into submssion. Failing, on this occasion, he instead placed the Praelector of Juttlebug card down on the table.
"I shall match your bid of 18 flibbits, Trels, and will raise you 4. Let me tickle the badger."
A trickle of sweat beaded down Huth's forehead. He knew the stakes were high, and that he was gambling with resources he couldn't match. If he lost, and unable to pay, he would have to make the ultimate sacrifice by the rules of SLAGG - he would forfeit his cock. He leant across the table to tickle the badger: a SLAGG term for getting another card from the pile. He glanced at it: A three of Chattawaaaweee. Dammit!
It was now Jug Jug's go. His beak opened and shut nervously. His vast wealth meant that he could easily overwhelm his rivals with outlandish bets: but this was considered not to be cricket when playing SLAGG, and he knew it - big time. Fortunatley for the slave-trader from A'a'a'a'a'tit, he was holding a game-winning card: the Ace of Blaarts. He hurled it down onto the pile, and screeched the game-winning cry:
"Embrace my dark place!"
Huth and Trels chucked their cards back onto the table in disgust. Huuth gulped several times, and crossed his legs. How in all of buggery was he to get out of this one? Crowing, Jug Jug scooped up his winnings, before noticing a note amongst the coincards.
"What is this?" The bird-man chirrupped. "'I owe you 84 flibbits. Kind Regards, Huth.'? What is the meaning of this, you Tadotian oaf? Can you not pay me my winnings? I hope you are aware of the penalty..."
"I am yes," spoke Huth quietly, and with the dignity of a man shortly to be bereft of his most manly appendage. "Give me a chance to make it up in some other way though, Jug Jug. I know you are a slave-trader, but I also know that you are actually a good man. There must be some task worthy of 84 flibbits?"
"You're right for once. I may be a slave-trader, but I am actually a good man as well. Very well! I do have a task for you to perform. One of my most attractive slaves, Bri'oni has been captured by Gaxor, the Replicant King and a planet-hopping madman!"
"What would Gaxor want with a humanoid slave-girl, no matter how fit she is?" asked Trels.
"Simple," simmered Jug Jug. "Gaxor has recruited D'Splorsch, the virgin eating dragon who fled Brel-Limial after their housing policy bust-up! He needs to feed up D'Splorsch to get him back to full strength, to help him in his mad planet-hopping. He wants to take over the whole western arc of Blaart!"
"So, by stopping Bri'oni being eaten, we will help save the Western Arc? I'm up for the challenge. After all, I could do with some action after banishing forever the handmaiden Sia'znai, to Fink, prison moon of Plupp," responded Huth, beaming widely.
"No way, Huth. You better keep your plonker in your pants. I need Bri'oni back unbroken. She's worth far more to me cherry intact than deflowered," interjected Jug Jug sternly.
"Shit. This is going to be hard. But not as hard as being castrated! I'll do it, Jug Jug! But I'll need some help. There's no way I can enter the realm of Gaxor, administered as it is by the evil Praelector, alone. Can you get me a partner in this job, Jug Jug?"
"I might be able to help you, Huth. Bogg-Ryder, the warrior Queen of Zlup, the swamp planet, owes me a favour. She has a Cybrowarrior named Pedro who would be ideal in a quest such as this. I'll make sure he comes along with you. get the next shuttlecruise out of Crustacean to P'Chuck, capital of Zlup. He'll meet you there. Next time I see you, I want Bri'oni to be there too - intact. Y'here?"
"Yes. I'll be on my way. See you later!"
Huth spinted out of the gambling hall and hailed a demicruiser to the shuttlecruiseport two miles away to catch the next flight to P'Chuck. he didn't know where this adventure would take him, but at least it kept him busy!