Chapter 160: (Dorknyss) (1/2)

Hu'urmo'o moved through the halls of the Unified Security Facility, surrounded by a dozen heavily armed Lanaktallan, all in heavy unpowered combat armor, all veterans of dozens of pacifications. He refused to give into fear like many of the other Lanaktallan Most Highs had. He left the elevator, noting that the custodial beings had polished the single door to a high reflective gloss.

Yes, there was a human out there. Terrans were obviously quite crafty. Yes, it had appeared in many different locations, seemingly at random. From hanging upside down on a street lamp, its hair and cape positioned as if it was standing on the ground in blatant disregard of how gravity works, to swooping through the air obviously using its cape as some kind of flying suit in reckless disregard of city flight planning, to standing in doorways menacingly, in clear defiance of anti-loitering ordinances.

But Hu'urmo'o was the Most High of the Council Security Division, and he had no fear of a lone Terran lurking about. There were millions of security beings available to provide security to anyone of Tenth Most High or above, even their families, if they had family as many chose not to.

”Remain out here, I have classified briefings and documents I must attend to,” Hu'urmo'o ordered.

The dozen security beings saluted as Hu'urmo'o went inside his office.

Once inside Hu'urmo'o sat in his comfortable cradle, activated the anti-espionage systems, jammed a wad of nutricud into his mouth, ensured his datalink was ready for any input he needed, and turned on the desk-comp.

There were multiple messages, all listed as priority, waiting for him.

The first three were from various Most Highs of Eleventh Ranking or lower, demanding that Hu'urmo'o assign security to them. One was a report by the Parking Manager that reported seeing the Terran lurking in the underground structure where Fifth Most High or above parked their personal vehicles. More demands for protection, more demands that 'something be done' about the lurking Terran.

The odd thing was, Hu'urmo'o could not find any spike in the amount of missing people. On a planet of 35 billion beings went missing all the time, but there were no large spikes of missing nor was there a rise in murders or mysterious deaths. He ran the program repeatedly, widening the search parameters further and further. Still nothing.

Sighing, Hu'urmo'o opened up the last priority email, which had just come in.

When the inline image appeared Hu'urmo'o sat upright in shock.

It was the Terran. Tall, all in black, wearing a black high collar cape, onyx black hair swept back from the V of hair on the forehead, high cheekbones, patriachian nose, peaked eyebrows, cleft jaw, and burning red eyes. Staring out of the picture.

He was standing in front of Hu'urmo'o's personal vehicle!

Hu'urmo'o reached out to summon security when another email appeared, pinging the highest priority. Hu'urmo'o opened it reflexively.

The Terran had opened the door to Hu'urmo'o's vehicle and was pointing at the driver's seat!

Another email. Again with an attachment. Shaking, he opened the picture.

The Terran was standing in front of the vehicle with black eye coverings, gold necklaces on, and some kind of brimmed had on backwards. The car had its hood up to expose the engine, which was inexplicably covered in gleaming chrome parts, with scantily dressed Terran females displaying their udders gathered around the car!

He reached out for the button to summon security when another email came in. This time Hu'urmo'o didn't have to do anything, the email and picture opened itself.

Hu'urmo'o breathed a sigh of relief. Security beings were talking to the Terran who was showing the security beings some kind of licenses. Hu'urmo'o knew that the Terran would be arrested any moment. For a second Hu'urmo'o wondered why all the scantily clad Terran females were sitting on the trunk, the roof, or leaning forward to pick up buckets of foaming liquid or water hoses.

Hu'urmo'o had to admit, that was a lot of udders on display.

Another ping and it opened again.

Now the Terran was attempting to give the security beings wads of green and white paper. Perhaps some kind of bribe? Other security beings were talking to the scantily clad Terran females, being handed brown bottles of some kind of liquid.

Hu'urmo'o stood up out of his chair, outraged, when the next picture opened to show the security beings all wearing backwards brimmed hats, drinking the liquid in the brown bottles, with their arms around the scantily clad human women. Two security beings were throwing wads of green and white paper in the air.

The Terran all in black had snuck off to the side of the picture.

The next email opened to reveal a video clip. From the high security sec-camera in the garage!

The security beings, all five of them Lanaktallans, were dancing with the scantily clad Terran females, who were gyrating! As he watched four of the Lanaktallans sudden separated at the waist, their rear halves standing up to reveal scantily clad Terran females who stepped out of the costume and began gyrating with the others, some of them turning around and aggressively shaking their buttocks at Hu'urmo'o!

The lone Lanaktallan stepped forward and Hu'urmo'o heard him speaking over his implant! His words were accompanied by rhythmic music with a heavy base componenet. The lone Lanaktallan was wearing gold chains, some kind of shoes that looked extremely expensive, and was holding bottles of liquid and guns. Behind him the females were spraying each other with bottles of foaming liquid.

”My hooves ain't funny!”

”I get cash money!”

”My name's Harkamo'o!”

”And my rhymes are funky!”

Furious, Hu'urmo'o rushed out of his office, ignoring the two security beings that stood up to follow him. How dare those security beings cavort around with scantily clad human females around his personal limousine! Who did they think they were? How dare that Terran allow those mostly-naked females to crawl around on his vehicle!

The hallway was white tile on the sides, a brown carpet on the floor, holodisplays of the various Most Highs, with benches and potted plants on the sides. The door shut behind Hu'urmo'o as he trotted down the hallway, toward the highly polished elevator door. On each side was nearly a dozen doors leading to lesser Most High's offices.

The lights flickered and went out.