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In Terl’s lair

“Losing the child was unfortunate, but I trust you took some blood before,” said Lord Rothschild, standing upto his full height and with a walking stick. He had a rebreather mask on and looked quite sinister with that large top hat. But he was still puny compared to Terl at ten feet tall. Terl had to restrain his claws not to crush the Lord in one swipe of his paw. But the Lord held his bank account, his gold, and had offered something no one else could. Immortality. Terl certainly wanted to live forever and he knew that this Lord Rothschild was as old as some of the newer planets being formed in the galaxies around Psychlo. He had been there before even his own father and almost all of this new generation had known of the mysterious Lord Rothschild, financial treasurer of the Universes.
“Yes, of course, my Lord,” said Terl as deferentially as he could. I think once she realized that I had the child’s blood our labs could create a clone of the baby, and in despair the animal gave up and jumped out of the window,” reasoned Terl like a security chief.
“Don’t be silly, how could a mere woman know about Psychlo’s secret cloning facilities?” asked the Lord severely. “She comes from Earth from a more primitive time.”
“Well you can see for yourself, the embryo is maturing fairly well,” said Terl, and the Lord looked inside the small liquid chamber and under a microscope the cells were expanding rapidly at 1000 normal times the human embryonic speed. “My Lord I have also injected some of its stem-cells combined with my DNA.”
“Good. Congratulations, Terl!” said the Lord, turning around with a smile that made Terl’s blood grow cold. “You are the second immortal person in the Universes like me.”
Terl beamed.
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...swered Dershowitz. A babble of exclamations.
“We are doomed!” ran the cry. Now the spot light sung onto the Lord, who had been waiting for this moment.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Let there be order!” said Lord Rothschild in a stern tone,
A ray of hope.
“Yes, of course the Lord knows everything and we have anticipated the Nazi strike on righteous Psychlo,” said the Lord soothingly. His voice echoed in the silent coliseum. “I have plans for your Race to advance and I will not be stopped by a bunch of pitiful humans.”
“What forces do you have my Lord?” asked senator Dershowitz, as the Hologram so far only showed Nazi ships. Then from the corner emerged more ships coming out of Hyperspace. Zealot insignias! But they were not so many and right behind them emerged something much more sinister that caused the Psychlos to groan in collective dismay. The SS Death Star.