On the frontier of the Galactic Empire based on the Dune stories, in the general direction of Gumwad but not as far off, was the largely-tropical planet Vojodren (accent the second syllable). Several standard years before this point in my narrative, when Paul Muddy-Drip Ashtrayides had been compelled by the Hopecrushers to wage galactic war, the not-very-numerous Vojodrenites had avoided massacres by swift surrender to Srirachian forces.
Among those escaping death was the one man on this planet who really deserved to die: a wicked Lazytaxie Mentalcat named Piper Dizeeze, who had personally invented elaborate new torture techniques for the use of the Imperial special forces. Against the historic anti-A.I. laws of the Empire, he had built a quasi-sentient robot whom he named Ironhide. The robot could not feel pain, but would simulate human agony reactions, and served as a training device for Calamari Dynasty torturers.
At a point in time even with the last scenes written for Planet Chimpanzia, Piper Dizeeze received an encrypted message from some of the exiled Hotblood Matrons, with whom he had long enjoyed illicit contacts. They belatedly informed the Mentalcat about their failed invasion of Planet Gumwad, described the superheroes who had vanquished even Block Atom, and requested him to brainstorm some way to regain the initiative against the restoration of House Ashtrayides.
Eventually, a smaller-than-usual starship of the Spaced-Out Guild-- a ship whose crew had evaded being placed under Ashtrayides authority-- materialized over Vojodren. The actual Naughtygators all remained in orbit, but several Hotblood Matrons made planetfall in a trans-atmospheric shuttle. Piper and Ironhide welcomed them at a convenient location. The leader of the party, a woman who has not heretofore appeared in our story, was a bit less gorgeous than most Matrons: "only" a nine. Her name was Narzasissa.
"Thank you for accepting our comms overtures. Between women in Imperial space being disgusted with our SLIGHTLY violent procedures, and men being afraid to antagonize the Srirachan-Ashtrayides coalition, we are short of ground troops. Can we assist you in constructing robots like Ironhide?"
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Meanwhile, Miss Tutti Howizzit, the daughter and student of my version of Thufir Hawat in "Dune," was doing well overseeing the continued environmental decontamination of Planet Greedy Crime. She was acting in the place of Alec Hurdygurdy, who was currently in the Directvidean star system. Chief Sleevecard, my version of Stilgar, was keeping on top of things on "Srirachiss," my version of Arrakis. Enough time has passed that Groan Starr's nephew Stillneater, my version of Leto the Second, will have completed anything else he was doing. A bright female Chimpanzian called Likkoreesha came to Srirachiss as a sort of exchange student, accompanied by the Waterpark scientist Felicia Baenboox.
All of these characters had the pleasure of my learning that my version of Mel Brooks' "Master Yogurt" was finally ending his long interval of staying offstage. The Fuss ghost of Nonsmoka Tiptoe had informed Yoga-Rug that Stillneater Ashtrayides was about to come under a spiritual attack. Despite the Fuss-Ghost-equivalent of Paul Muddy-Drip having already alerted Stillneater about the danger of the False-Gold Path, the forces of Hopecrusher Central were still stubbornly determined to convince the young Duke that changing into a cruel, murderous monster and causing galactic misery FOR CENTURIES would somehow result in an eventual blossoming of justice.
But Yoga-Rug would be adding all of his own power to helping the son of Muddy-Drip and Grainy reject the warped nonsense which, on Original Earth, had conned shallow fantasy lovers who DIDN'T have to endure the tyranny of a monster themselves.
