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SCIENCE FICTION JR.

WAR MONGER. 2119 A.D.
By
Dale Todd, Author of Misty Revenge.
********
     In the year 2119 A.D. one does not find it easy to elude the Paloovian Storm Guard; but elude them I did--not only that, but I managed to reach within telescopic view of the cruel, but mighty ruler of nearly half the Universe.
     While most of the guards were kept busy quieting a grounded nebula- fire in the main ark, I stealthily crept on my knees to a spot that I thought would be the best for a lightning bolt hurl.
     I reached the aperture and drew from my pouch a highly intensified telescope, focused it accurately upon the castle of Mengrady the Mighty and took out my pocket lightning bolt hurler which is in appearance similar to the ancient automatics except that it is single shooting as it holds but one charge of caged lightning at a time,  fastened the steady telescope to it and took careful aim. Squinting through my sights I squeezed the trigger but to my surprise there was
nought but a sharp click on a empty cylinder. I peered into the barrel and found it to be fully loaded and in perfect order.   I repeated the procedure to the point of pulling the trigger when my arm was ruthlessly kicked from the firing pin. Wheeling, I confronted a squad of grim storm guards; one of them picked up my weapon and sent it hurdling down the ravine.
     "Now!' he drawled, "you and I are going to pay the almighty ruler a little visit—come." Realizing resistance was futile I submitted to his rough grasp.
     "Com traugh compa!" he barked at his alert underlings. They surrounded us. In the thought that I, being American, would try a break for it I was escorted to the castle alloy gates; there, all but one left me.   I attempted a break but the man shook me soundly. He was Nemo, Paloovias strongest man.
His gate swung open at a deep bellow from my antagonist. It was obvious that escape would be futile so I meekly submitted to my inevitable fate. After walking down gleaming marble corridors we reached a green ruby throne room.
     "Jag Tantiamo Crontiti," was the boisterous reply to my captor's request to be
admitted Into Mengrady's emerald studded throne room. After his causing the death of countless billions of people on earth and even here on Mars I expected a thin malicious face with sinous tapering limbs but instead the ruler's body was nearly
like a ball, with an occasional bulge here and there. Only his eyes betrayed his real age—his real self was neither disclosed by action or by word at first.
     "Please be seated," he said cheerfully and waved for my burly overseer to
vacate the rooms, then popped a purple Angeleti grape gingerly into his very paunchy jowells.
     "Your purpose was to assassinate me, wasn't It?" He said rather flatly.
     "You're right, it was," I blurted without thinking of the consequences.
     "Why? He asked casually.
     I was frustrated. He coolly inquired why anyone should ever want to kill him after he had caused the death of whole planets.
     "No one has ever set eyes on me.....and ever lived, nor shall you be an
exception." He grew sober and even sardonic. I detected a note of mockery in his tone....at my disadvantage.
     "Ah ha! you shall now see me.... .really."   He mused.
      "I......" I was very bewlldered.
     He stepped cautiously off his seat and advanced to the center of the room.
Than he raised his loft hand and murmured chantingly, "Tong-Qwaong papualatty Zeus....Zeus."   A purplish layer of vapor wafted upward and then settled around his chubby head, then his complete body was swathed in vaporous smoke.
     Out of the foggy mist stepped a bronze giant, partly covered with yellow
armor which bristled with sharp spikes.

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SCIENCE FICTION JR. WAR MONGER. 2119 A.D. By Dale Todd, Author of Misty Revenge. ******** In the year 2119 A.D. one does not find it easy to elude the Paloovian Storm Guard; but elude them I did--not only that, but I managed to reach within telescopic view of the cruel, but mighty ruler of nearly half the Universe. While most of the guards were kept busy quieting a grounded nebula- fire in the main ark, I stealthily crept on my knees to a spot that I thought would be the best for a lightning bolt hurl. I reached the aperture and drew from my pouch a highly intensified telescope, focused it accurately upon the castle of Mengrady the Mighty and took out my pocket lightning bolt hurler which is in appearance similar to the ancient automatics except that it is single shooting as it holds but one charge of caged lightning at a time, fastened the steady telescope to it and took careful aim. Squinting through my sights I squeezed the trigger but to my surprise there was nought but a sharp click on a empty cylinder. I peered into the barrel and found it to be fully loaded and in perfect order. I repeated the procedure to the point of pulling the trigger when my arm was ruthlessly kicked from the firing pin. Wheeling, I confronted a squad of grim storm guards; one of them picked up my weapon and sent it hurdling down the ravine. "Now!' he drawled, "you and I are going to pay the almighty ruler a little visit—come." Realizing resistance was futile I submitted to his rough grasp. "Com traugh compa!" he barked at his alert underlings. They surrounded us. In the thought that I, being American, would try a break for it I was escorted to the castle alloy gates; there, all but one left me. I attempted a break but the man shook me soundly. He was Nemo, Paloovias strongest man. His gate swung open at a deep bellow from my antagonist. It was obvious that escape would be futile so I meekly submitted to my inevitable fate. After walking down gleaming marble corridors we reached a green ruby throne room. "Jag Tantiamo Crontiti," was the boisterous reply to my captor's request to be admitted Into Mengrady's emerald studded throne room. After his causing the death of countless billions of people on earth and even here on Mars I expected a thin malicious face with sinous tapering limbs but instead the ruler's body was nearly like a ball, with an occasional bulge here and there. Only his eyes betrayed his real age—his real self was neither disclosed by action or by word at first. "Please be seated," he said cheerfully and waved for my burly overseer to vacate the rooms, then popped a purple Angeleti grape gingerly into his very paunchy jowells. "Your purpose was to assassinate me, wasn't It?" He said rather flatly. "You're right, it was," I blurted without thinking of the consequences. "Why? He asked casually. I was frustrated. He coolly inquired why anyone should ever want to kill him after he had caused the death of whole planets. "No one has ever set eyes on me.....and ever lived, nor shall you be an exception." He grew sober and even sardonic. I detected a note of mockery in his tone....at my disadvantage. "Ah ha! you shall now see me.... .really." He mused. "I......" I was very bewlldered. He stepped cautiously off his seat and advanced to the center of the room. Than he raised his loft hand and murmured chantingly, "Tong-Qwaong papualatty Zeus....Zeus." A purplish layer of vapor wafted upward and then settled around his chubby head, then his complete body was swathed in vaporous smoke. Out of the foggy mist stepped a bronze giant, partly covered with yellow armor which bristled with sharp spikes.