Can a Dalek change its Rivets? Part III

escort

Little Red Ella escorted mini-Dal to meet the Ambassadors, Dor and Dora. Their pet Dragon was in the tearoom, and mini-Dal felt a bit nervous. He had heard that Dragons are sometimes capable of breathing fire and belching smoke. Being newly outfitted with mitts on his rayball and laser beam, he felt that in a fire-fight he might be slightly disadvantaged. 

conference

He noticed, however, that Little Red Ella did not seem at all concerned, and that the Pet Dragon, who the Ambassadors referred to as Pee Shoe, was not even on a leash. 

Mini-Dal didn't think that Pee Shoe was a very encouraging name, especially for a house-pet that was so very large. He was also glad that he didn't wear shoes. 

DO YOU WEAR SHOES? he inquired.

"Why do you ask?"

PEEING ON SHOES IS INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR.

The Ambassadors giggled, which wasn't very ambassadorial, but certainly understandable.

"Dal, dear, Pi Xiu is his native name. He is imported."

IMPORTANT?

"Well, yes, that too."

WILL HE ROAST ME?

"Oh no, he's harmless!"
      "MOSTLY harmless."
"Yes, MOSTLY."

EXTERMINATE? mini-Dal whispered to himself. He was beginning to lose the urge to exterminate, but he still found the word comforting when he was nervous.

meeting the Ambassadors

"Now," said Dora, or was it Dor? Mini-Dal hadn't yet figured out who was whom. They did look so very much alike, it was one more confusing thing about this place. They did seem pleasant though, and not at all threatening. He looked askance at Pee..., he corrected himself, Pi Xiu, who seemed content to stay where he was, smiling at them with all of his sharp, sharp teeth. 

"Now, I believe the first thing we must do is to call in Azi and Crow. Dal is going to need a little help with his conscience, and I'm afraid we're fresh out of crickets."

CRICKETS?

"Nevermind. One moment, they communicate on an open channel..."

Not quite the Prince of Darkness you expected?

Far away, where they had just finished up lunch at the Ritz, in Another Place, Crow stood still for a moment, receiving the latest transmission...

"Well, Azi, you had better put down your book, here's one that dear old Agnes Nutter never mentioned. It seems we're on conscience duty."

The Not So Demonic Crow, who smelled of old leather, cigars and fine, fine whiskey, had a car with a telephone in it. At one time, this was an astonishing fact, now it was a relic. But Crow was attached to it, in an unusual display of sentimentality he never knew he possessed. 

"Yes, old chap," Azi pretended to be English, and had a reputation for wearing light loafers, (although he never understood the idiom.) Neither was rumor was true. He was an Angel. "I received the same transmission. I believe the Ambassadors are having trouble with the language again. They mentioned something about a Robot."

       "Robot... that can't be right..."

Azi, Crow and mini-Dal

Azi and Crow arrived on Poppet Satellite some few minutes later in Crow's vintage Bentley, (he was sentimental about the car too, naturally.) Crow was not very good at obeying traffic laws, and had been known to bend rules in the space-time continuum when he was in a hurry. 

They entered the Charm School meeting room together and were astonished to find that there was indeed a very tiny, very shiny robot waiting. The robot was wearing mitts, and standing meekly before the Ambassadors. That is, if robots are capable of being "meek." 

Dora addressed mini-Dal, "Mr. Azi and Mr. Crow are here to help you. They will be accompanying you in public until you have completed your first few lessons here. I trust you will get to know them, and I trust they will stay out of trouble themselves while here on the Satellite." She directed this last bit toward Azi and Crow, with a Very Stern Expression. Dor was doing his best to look Equally Imperious.

EXTERMINATE. I MEAN, VERY PLEASED TO MEET YOU. Said mini-Dal, who was feeling a bit nervous again. 

"So," began Crow, "I suppose we are here to instruct you in the ways of good and evil..." 

Azi looked uncomfortably at Crow.

"Well," amended Crow, "more like: Not So Bad, but Not Horribly Good Either." 

Dor and Dora simultaneously cleared their throats. Crow and Azi looked at the floor. Mini-Dal waved his rayball, which didn't do any good, being covered with a mitt. Instead he said very quietly: SUBMIT... PLEASE, which made him feel a little better, and seemed to be fairly polite at the same time.

teaser

The Ambassadors exchanged a worried glance. Crow, Azi and mini-Dal left for the Town Square, where they were sure to find some Socializing to practice. 


Dor peered anxiously after them. "Maybe we should have looked more diligently for a spare cricket," said Dor. 

"It's too late now," replied Dora, with more than a little trepidation.

4 comments:

Jessie said...

I want to know about this cricket!

Stacey said...

You know the cricket!

Drinne said...

By Jimminy, you're going to make me re-read Good Omens, which I have to warn you relates to a a ridiculously long story about my son, and why Neil Gaiman is haunting me. . . . .

Love the Douglas Adams reference too.

Stacey said...

Once again, Drinne, I never find your stories "ridiculously long," they are always too interesting to be too long. :)

The HHG reference was shockingly unintentional, but I had a good laugh when you pointed it out. Ha! Derrrr...