Issue 2

Kosmosaur HQ, Branch XIII
Kersondt, Primacosta Tau


You find yourselves in the reception area of your supervisor, F.F. Firestone, in the Kosmosaur HQ building of Branch XIII, which is in charge of the Aquila Sector. The building is an impressive tower of opalglass and tyrannium alloy, reaching to the purple clouds of Primacosta Tau.


It has been three weeks since the incident with the ghost whale and the Insectiloids. But now you've been called into a meeting with your boss for your next assignment. His message didn't sound welcoming, but then they never did. Now you are scrunched up on the red chelgrian-hide sofas, waiting to be called into his office. His solid wood door is closed but you can hear indistinct shouting from the other side. You look around at the boring and nondescript reception area that looks like it was decorated by the most uncreative interior designer to ever live. Potted plants near windows, uninspired artwork on the walls, and all the furniture and carpets were beiges, whites, and greys. In fact the only color at all were the couches you were sitting on, which had been given as a present by some of you veterans upon your first anniversary of joining the Kosmosaurs. You had intended them to be in Chief Firestone's office but he placed them out here where he didn't have to see them. That's bosses for you.

From the other side of the door you hear your boss yelling, "Ricky! If you have your dirty, scaly raptor feet draped over my sofa again, I'm docking your pay! Get in here, all of you!"

Opening the door you find your boss, A two-horned triceratops (his missing horn is a mystery and everyone tells a different story) with a clump of orange hair on the back of his noggin. He is in great shape despite having a desk job. He wears a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black dress slacks, and an orange tie. He is reading through a stack of papers on his desk as you enter and he gestures for you to have a seat (sans feet on the seat) on a pair of small couches in his desk without looking at you.

The awkward silences stretches out as he finishes reading. Just as he finishes a page he looks up at you, opens his mouth to speak, then turns the page over and begins reading some more. The only noise is a desk fan humming along and the tick-tock of a 17-hour clock that says Fhloston Paradise!! over an image of an idyllic beach. Finally the boss sighs and sets down the paper.

"Right, now then. I heard you recently had quite the...unofficial adventure. Well, normally I'd squeeze you so hard your kids would be born fossils but all's well that end's well, right?"