Gods of Sagittarius – Snippet 24


Occo was abruptly pitched onto the sand. Looking up, she saw that the Skerkud Teleplaser was expanding rapidly. But where Bresk’s expansion — now receding, she noticed — had been uniform, that being undergone by the Teleplaser bore more resemblance to a youngling’s toy being unfolded. One peculiar-looking appendage after another extended outward. Within a few minims, the relatively small and simply-shaped Teleplaser had become a towering . . .

Whatever. It looked vaguely like a cross between a construction derrick and one of the crude mannequins used by primitive farmers to scare away pests from their fields.


Some sort of sea creature surfaced a short distance from shore. One of the Skerkud’s new appendages whipped in that direction. There was a blinding flash from the tip of the appendage and that portion of the sea creature above water was vaporized. Presumably that portion still below the surface was parboiled, because the Teleplaser’s weapon also turned a goodly-sized patch of the ocean into steam.

Then, two more of the Skerkud’s new appendages made a peculiar waving motion. To Occo’s astonishment, the sea itself was parted, the waters somehow pushed back as if by a mighty force screen, exposing the ocean floor to a distance of several leagues.

A number of marine animals of various kinds were left behind, flopping and wriggling and squirming on the wet sand and rocks.


More of the slender attachments came to bear on the exposed sea floor. Within moments, everything that flopped or wriggled or squirmed was incinerated or hammered into paste — or, usually, hammered into paste and then incinerated.


The Teleplaser’s attachments folded themselves up out of sight as rapidly as they had been extended. As soon as the last one vanished, the Teleplaser shrank back down to its original size and shape.

Occo and Bresk stared at the device.

Bresk made that little rippling motion in his mantle that indicated bemusement. “It’s really not too bright, is it?” Ju’ula opened one eye. “What do you expect? Skerkie works in security.”

The other eye appeared and Ju’ula brought both to bear on Occo. “You got to watch that, Mama. You can’t use trigger words like ‘Fiends’ and ‘Old Ones’ around Skerkie.”

“But . . . you just did.”

“Sure. It’s okay for me to use them. I’ve got a Caliber Twadda Grade 51 Duke clearance. Plus, in this instance, a clear need-to-know. You only have a Caliber Olog Grade 2 Duck clearance. And no need to know anything at all since the Fiends and the Old Ones — and the Hoar Ghosts and Unfriendlies and Estrangers and They-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named — are either long gone or never existed or are doing a good imitation of one or the other.”

“May ignorance and obscurity preserve us,” Bresk said softly, intoning one of the three prayers sanctioned by the Naccor Jute’s auditor board.

In her mind, though not aloud, Occo intoned the other two.

Seek not revelation lest you be revealed.

Leave unto others what you would have others expose.

It was now clear to her that the Warlock Variation Drive was far more than simply a transportation device. In some way still unclear, the Drive — no, best to call her Ju’ula — knew many of the secrets of the Old Ones and the Other Old Ones that had eluded all sects and denominations of the Nac Zhe Anglan.

(And who were the Hoar Ghosts and the Unfriendlies and Estrangers and They-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? Had that ancient war of divinities and devils been a many-sided one instead of the straightforward clash of two parties it had always been thought to be?)

It was just as clear, however, that attempting to probe Ju’ula directly on these matters would be unwise so long as the Skerkud Teleplaser was in the vicinity. For that matter, it was possibly unwise under any circumstances, at least until Occo had learned more of the Warlock Variation Drive’s nature. So far, Ju’ula had done nothing inimical — leaving aside the inherent dangers of its bizarre method of travel — but it was obvious that if she ever did have her animosities aroused she would be an even greater peril than the Teleplaser. A device that could literally transmute reality could . . .

Could . . .

Could . . .

Occo had a momentary image of herself transformed into the shredded nerves of a vast creature being subjected to torment by —

It did not bear thinking about. Once more, in her mind, she recited the three sanctioned prayers and drove the image under.

“Right, then!” she said vigorously. “Let’s get about finding this Envacht Lu outpost. Bresk, lead the way.”

For a moment, the familiar looked as if he might complain or protest. But after casting a wary glance at Ju’ula, he just flapped his mantle a couple of times. Eight probes were dislodged and came to swarm above him. Bresk emitted the signals by which he controlled the probes and an instant later they were speeding off along the shoreline.

“Let’s go north,” he said. “The big river is that way and it’s probably our best bet.”

His innate familiar nature resurfaced. “Keep in mind that I use the term ‘north’ out of sheer whim, since the insane method of transport you used to bring us here did not allow for adequate geographic orientation.”


The weather on Cthulhu, as it turned out, seemed to run toward torrential rainfall right around noon as well. Once again, Bresk was pressed into service as an impromptu parasol. With, once again, the inevitable verbal accompaniment.

After some medims of that, Ju’ula had had enough.

“I can’t bear this any longer,” she said. “Mama, give me an image.”

“Of what?”

“That one’ll do.”

Belatedly, Occo realized that she’d half-imagined herself lashing Bresk with a multi-tongued whip while the familiar was suspended in chains over an open fire.

And —

Sure enough. They found themselves in some sort of dungeon. With Bresk suspended in chains over an open fire and Occo holding the instrument of chastisement in her hand.

Never in her life had she struggled so mightily against temptation. In truth, she probably would have succumbed — just for a few minims, only a few, so richly warranted and deserved! — except that a large creature was even now advancing upon her. The creature was clad in some sort of metal harness, which could barely be seen because the thing was encased in that bizarre skin excretion so highly favored by mammal-analogs. Fur, they called the stuff. Or, sometimes, hair.

“Don’t let it touch me! Don’t let it touch me!” Bresk shrilled. “That fur-shroud is bound to have vermin in it. Not to mention — ow!” — the thing had cuffed Bresk as it passed by — “noxious oils.”

“Intruders are forbidden!” the creature bellowed. “You have no right to be here!”

“I know you’re not going to let that furball talk to me like that, Mama,” said Ju’ula. She brought her eyes to bear on the creature itself. “He — it’s bound to be a he — doesn’t have any better than a Caliber Flizz Grade 1 Du clearance.”

The creature came to an abrupt halt and peered down at Ju’ula. “It’s Grade 1-A Du.” Its tone was aggrieved.

Occo had been rapidly considering her options. She decided that an arrogant display of overweening status was the best tactic.

Silence!” she bellowed. “I demand the location of the nearest Envacht Lu outpost. And be quick about it or I’ll have your — ah — whatever that’s called that your fur is attached to — stripped right off.”

“It’s called his hide,” Ju’ula provided. “But you don’t actually want the location of the nearest Envacht Lu outpost because we’re no longer in your sidereal universe and the way the branes are fluctuating at the moment the odds are no better than 90,000-odd-to-1 that Dimwit here will know the right one. What you really want is –”