Free Septimity and The Blood Brotherhood: The Third Hilarious Glothic Tale (The Glothic Tales Book 3) by Derek Haines Page B

sat down. A few moments later Kaybob Krizzle rose and tapped his microphone, as is the habit of those who have to get proceedings underway.
    ‘My dear ambassadors, councillors, ministers, delegates and members of the Gregorian Royal Family, please be seated.
    With that, the sound of five thousand people making themselves comfortable for a long afternoon of intense boredom echoed throughout the Grand Hall. After allowing a few minutes for a little silence, only punctuated by some insane screams and pathetic yelps, Krizzle continued.
    ‘It is my duty as President of the Grand Council to welcome you all to the investiture of April Gregorian as The Supreme Potentate of the Twelve Sun Systems of Gloth,’ which was met with some rather impolite sniggering. ‘Ambassadors, councillors, ministers, delegates and members of the Gregorian Royal Family, it is my solemn duty as President of the Grand Council of the Twelve Sun Systems of Gloth to seek your approval to invest the new Supreme Potentate of the Twelve Sun Systems of Gloth in accordance with the succession laws of our great empire. Would you please vote by our customary showing or hiding of hands.’
    With that announced, Krizzle resumed his seat and waited for the vote to taken, recorded, checked, double checked and re-recorded, which in all reality was a complete waste of time because the vote to approve investitures had always, over millions of years, been passed unanimously. This was to be no exception, but protocol and rules had to be followed and it gave everyone a chance to have a nice long chat with the people sitting next to them.
    Finally, the official vote result was delivered to Krizzle and he could get on with the next part. Waiting for April to arrive.
    *****
    ‘I don’t like this at all,’ Sep complained as their shuttle shuddered and shook as it made its way towards Gloth.
    ‘Have you checked with your brothers?’ September asked ignoring Sep’s complaints.
    ‘Um, well yes. An hour ago.’
    ‘Check again. Make sure everything is in readiness.’
    ‘But I sure everything will be…’
    ‘Check!’
    ‘Alright. Alright,’ Sep said knowing September would be like this all afternoon. Anxious. Sep tapped away on his Q’muniktor.
    ‘And double check that Septenarii has the new constitution ready.’
    ‘Yes September.’
    ‘And that Heptahedra has arrived on Terranova Two to disable the Dodecahedron relay.’
    ‘Yes September.’
    ‘And make sure Heptad is on Erde to disengage the main Dodecahedron.’
    ‘Yes September,’ Sep said as he smiled to himself at winning his game of solitaire on his Q’muniktor. ‘Everything’s under control.’
    ‘Landing in three minutes,’ the squad leader announced.
    With a violent burst of shuddering and rattling a few minutes later, the shuttle approached its landing coordinate at the rear of the Grand Hall. One final jerking type shudder and a thumping sound indicated they were there. Two more thumps indicated the first indication was just teasing and more shuddering and thumping happened before a final and unmistakeable loud thud accompanied by a backbreaking sideways jerk finally announced their arrival on Gloth.
    ‘Ah! Good news September.’
    ‘What, that we’ve arrived in one piece?’
    ‘No. It’s a message from Lieutenant Commander Smikkle. The Lacertilian passenger craft has docked with the Cosmic Cruiser and the Erdeans are being transferred aboard.’
    ‘Wonderful,’ Sep said with a hint of sarcasm. ‘What about your brothers?’
    ‘Oh, all under control,’ Sep said even though he had been too busy with his game of solitaire to send them the messages September had asked him to send. ‘They’ll let me know if there’s any problem,’ he thought reassuringly to himself. His self-assured reassurance only lasted a few moments though as his Q’muniktor lit up with a message from Heptahedra.
    ‘Um, September.’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘Heptahedra has a question.’
    ‘Well?’
    ‘He’s on