Void Kraken by J.S. Morin & M.A. Larkin

Author:J.S. Morin & M.A. Larkin
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781643550671
Publisher: Magical Scrivener Press

The chime to Orguul’s den rang.

With a growl, he rose from where he lounged and tossed his book aside. Human literature was tedious, but in case of another war, he thought it best to be versed in their tactics. Including those works written by the nefarious stud, Shakespeare, chronicler of the merciless lives of human kings. Orguul had to respect the prowess of stud Henry VIII, even if he thought the name foolish.

He stalked to the door only to find Omega Huyuul standing there, staring at his toes as if they were half so offensive as his face.

“What?” Orguul snarled at the disruptive intruder. “Ingrown nails again?”

Orguul’s den lay just off the Feral Lunge’s bridge, and beyond the omega stud, Orguul could make out flashing warning lights coming from multiple consoles.

Without awaiting an answer, he shoved Huyuul aside and stormed over to the nearest readout. “What in the Dark is going on here?” he snarled to the comms officer.

This was a shit posting, and they all knew it. Thanks to that ass-sniffing pile of stuunji shit, Rrolou, the whole Grey Nebula pack were relegated to shit postings. His involved watching over a stupid stuunji planet in the EADZ because of a defense pact that offered very little to the eyndar. If he didn’t know better, he’d have assumed the government took these rhinos on just to spite ARGO by acquiring refugees from their space.

And he most certainly did not know better.

“A disruption has appeared on the edge of the system. We’ve lost contact with our early warning satellite out there.”

“Someone shot down eyndar imperial property?” Orguul fairly snarled the accusation. If the stuunji had dared such an offense, he’d have a few dozen of them shot out into space for their temerity.

“We’re working to get a reading on screen,” the tactical officer said.

Orguul waited. Not with much patience. After all, he could have been reading about decapitations. Humans getting their heads chopped off was just good entertainment. Maybe he could get a holovid about Henry VIII when this was⁠—

“Coming on screen,” Tactical reported.

And then an abomination filled the viewscreen. A crawling, squirming mass of tendrils that looked like something the Lord of the Starless Dark might have shit out on a particularly bad day. It had clearly devoured a satellite around the outermost planet in the system and was now—apparently—eating the listening post on said planet.

“Great Sky Lord’s howl,” someone grumbled, echoing Orguul’s own thoughts.

Of course, it wouldn’t do to show that in front of the pack. “Who can identify that thing?”

“I believe it’s the kraken from the newsfeed,” his comms officer chimed in.

Orguul growled at the stud. “You’re telling me I am looking at an imaginary space squid?”

“Yes, Captain.”

Well, that just would not do. Orguul may not have liked New Garrelon. He decidedly disliked being posted here to guard the damn planet. But reporting that a make-believe monster had destroyed his charge would also not improve the Grey Nebula’s standing within the Great Pack.

“A hundred banags to whoever gets the kill shot in on that.

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