Gods of Terra | I. Brekka-Yuu
I. Brekka-Yuu stood outside the pub’s entryway, arms with ropy muscles folded across his chest like those of a genie in a cheesy fantasy movie, a dour expression on his heavily boned face as the queue formed for Happy Hour and the opening night of a new local band.
The crowded streets were filled with human riffraff of all sorts, as is typical for such seedy collections of the Small Folk, Earthlings, H. sapiens. There were bionically enhanced youth, outcasts from mainstream worlds, obviously unsuited to this world’s gravitational pull.
You see, Mr. Brekka-Yuu stood slightly over four meters tall, and was built to support every centimeter of it effortlessly even in this gravity. Mr. Brekka-Yuu was a member of species Megathropus gigantaeus, a Mokthraga from the planet Tokmolos, and he was this fine drinking establishment’s bouncer and chief of security.
And yes, his first initial and surname sound almost exactly like a tastelessly insulting stereotyped Italian accent, as in “I. Brekka-Yuu face,” “I. Brekka-Yuu arms,” and “I. Brekka-Yuu in half.” So while the humans sniggered at this when he wasn’t there, they were smart enough not to mess with him, which made the owners of the pub very happy. You don’t want to be hit with fists bigger than your head hardened with
titanium-laced knuckle bones.
Mr. Brekka-Yuu noticed that the queue had gotten longer than expected, which meant that some prospective customers would have to be denied entry. For there would be no more standing room in front of the stage after this lot.
He frowned even more, bony brow ridges prominent, as his eyes caught a glint of metal from the fingerless-gloved hand of the young and punkish-looking “gentleman” before him. Hmmmm, retractable hand razors built into the fingertips, and osmiumtipped.
There could be trouble, he thought, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The pub had a strict “no weapons” policy, so he fixed his gaze, looking the man squarely in the eyes, and shook his head disapprovingly. The human was smart, this one. He almost reacted the wrong way, but thought twice and looked away while stepping out of the queue and leaving quietly.
It would be another typical night at Brogg’s Place.
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