“ Aaaaahh…..you know I am not permitted to discuss my missions,” replied an equally curious Anna. She desired to hear where Motre, had been deployed most recently. Anna deep down inside happily questioned Motre , because she was very happy to see him in one piece….this time. The work they perform for the 22nd CT, provided interesting locales but some very violent experiences. Besides Anna wanted to ask how his parents were doing, back there on his home world anyway.
Wing Commander Dnalrob’s parental ancestry, commenced with the union of an Ahpla recognized CT, humanoid female and extraordinarily handsome Huta Agemo humanoid. The Hutas in this evolutionary tale, found them as enormous predatory birds perched on cliffs, which soth their prey from the valleys below, on the great plains. After eon upon eon, the Hutas obtain a level of salient behaviors, as the seas swelled and mountains rose, on their home planet. Eventually, the modern Huta humanoids’ physical appearance evolved where their light bluish skin tones offered a soft down like covering, accented with silvery speckles. Eighteen generations later, Lt. Colonel Motre Dnalrob, the Wing Commander of SuzaKu’s Hammer of the Blue Firebolt, the 22nd CT’s number one, interceptor squadron, stood proudly on the flight deck of a battle cruiser. Dnalrob, with his outrageous handsome mustache, was a very attractive male humanoid Huta, These physical traits along with others, contributed to his statuesque frame and beautiful sparkling yellow eyes, which were set deep, back further in his head, enabling him 240 degree uncanny vision. These an other avian attributes, including the ability to turn his head almost backward, were assets for his present occupation as one of the best, space fighter warriors in the Imperial Forces.
“I had the honor of apprehending a few pirates, in my role as Special Investigator Coordinator.” “ I heard it was more than a few pirates. I heard it was like twenty, at one time. “ “I had back up.” “ Yes, but that is outstanding police work. Great job!” “Thanks.” Suddenly, over the comm, an announcement was made for all elements of the mission to prepare for the engagement on the planet surface. A laughing Motre ran toward his Blue Firebolt Interceptors. Pointing back, at Anna, he yells, “Do you know what you’re supposed to do?” “Yes,” Anna answered laughing as she walked to Vigor, screaming back, “ Do you know what you’re supposed to do? “ “You bet, “ Motre screamed back, and he finished with his usual good bye statement, “ See you in about twenty-five minutes.”
Anna 7 had fired up the oval 24 Engorger motors churning in Vigor, a message came on her comm from, an Augtouke Dragon. It was Master Gunnery Sgt. Noals. Anna 7 remembered that name from the briefing just a half hour earlier. “ Hello, Master Gunny. What can I do for you?”
Dr. Dramaric sat in the smiling sun rays of the early afternoon, chewing on the last of a delightful, flaky pastry thing , with a very strong tasting, dark cold beverage. The drink erased the parchness his throat suffered, earlier in the morning. He really enjoyed the view on the terrace, of the Obmosoka Dam, at the Atlov Hotel outside dining area. This forward view of the dam featured the expansive face of the dam, as the rising elevated green hills on either side, caressed the shimmering waters of the Atlov River in the Obmosoka gorge. The gorgeous rolling hills and vales of magnificent trees with abundant varieties of forest foliage, framed the foreground of the vibrant view.
The only thing spoiling this whole feeling he experienced now, was dealing with these idiots, sharing the table with him. Their vapid, complimentary conversational dialogue tried to perforate his sanity. Dramaric answered their questions and playfully gestured about this and that in positive ways to make them feel more secure. But, the bottom line for him was he had seen what he wanted to see. The Dr. scanned the view over and over again, while his mind replayed the facts regarding the glorious design and the engineering feat which is the Obmosoka Dam. The very dramatic speeches and types of chosen verbiage utilized by ‘ the pleasing to the eye ‘ looking tour guides, worked their magic. Invoking positive emotions from the tourist, while combining with the poignant views of the Obmosoka Gorge and the Atlov River Valley, the staff here at the welcome center certainly achieved their goal.
The nice glossy pamphlet with pretty pictures and captions, proved informative also. Inside each pamphlet was useful background info, extrapolating data on hydro power productivity, biological habitat and human welfare projects, along with descriptions of the dam’s impacts on certain socioeconomic variables and physical environmental concerns affecting those in the surrounding communities. Dr. Dramaric figured, he could obtain more data on the reservoir anytime, along with the sciences of ground water qualifications in the 180 mile radius, around the Obmosoka Dam areas and the city of Lillion, with its cute little suburbs, later on ….during his final visit.
Being as courteous as he could be, the good Dr., mustered up as much pleasantness he could, thanked the two lackeys for their time, paid the bill, gave the female a flirtatious smile and walked away. “ Tell your employer I will be in touch. Have a safe trip back home!! Good Bye!, and Dr. Dramaric disappeared into the crowd of tourist moving here and there on the dining terrace.
Where is Dr. Dramaric going to next? Why is he going there? Why did Master Gunnery Sgt. Noals call Anna 7 ?
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