The sequel to Judgement
Far away on Gestor, the home planet of the Federation and seat of the United Federation of Races, Beheggakegri, Head of UFOR, reclined on his luxopexi sampling dainties served by his trusty luxoservor Limo, and brooding. One by one the morsels were flicked by his bright blue forked tongue, straight through his elongated buccal cavity into his oesophagus with hardly a tickle of a taste bud. Not that Beheggakegri noticed. Consumption was habit. His mind was elsewhere.
He shifted his enormous frame to become more comfortable. The pressure of blubber pressing outward caused bulges between his scutes. So much so that it was hard to see him as a reptilian Dref. His contours resembled a portly Amphibian Leff with absurd scales glued on. Not that Beheggakegri gave a nexy.
On the mense his comulator winked with a stream of urgent issues requiring attention — documents to sign, decisions to make, reports to read. Beheggakegri remained oblivious. Of the hundreds of operations underway, only one occupied his thoughts. His mind was cemented on Hydra and that infernal mindsore Commander Chameakegra with her stupid experiment.
He was certain she was doing it deliberately, just to annoy him. What had Judge Booghramakegra been thinking? How could she have made such a foolish decision and sided with a vukse like drangling Commander Chameakegra, the crazy dissident lunatic?
Beheggakegri seethed. He blamed it all on Sang. That stupid Solarian had appointed her. What could you expect from an amphibian? He’d given Sang a list of judges he wanted. How had that worked out? Stupid rules and regulations. Not one of his choices available, and that idiotic wet‑backed overgrown tadpole Sang refused point blank, even when ordered, to bend the rules. Downright infuriating.
Dainty followed dainty, washed down with quality synth. None of it lifted his mood. Commander drangling Chameakegra was driving him mad. He despised everything about the female reptile — the arrogant tilt of her fluorescent crest, the sleek gloss of her scutes. She had been safely out of the way on the periphery, yet those fools had not only brought her back from that vacuum, they’d conspired to give her central billing. Somehow she’d squirmed off the hook he’d devised and convinced that drangling Judge Booghramakegra her crazy idea was worth pursuing.
Drangling Sang and Booghramakegra. Hang the two of them.
What to do about it?