Janx fidgeted nervously as he received confirmation the Council vessel had arrived in orbit. Once they’d retrieved their two inquisitors perhaps he could get back to his real work on this accursed world.
As a final demonstration of his proficiency, he’d requested to personally translocate the Review Committee from their ship to the small club he’d booked for the night.
He’d barely begun the not-inconsiderable task of materializing 15 separate individuals when things went very badly awry. A foolish native server dropped his burden of glassware with a resounding crash.
Startled in mid-transit, Janx was disoriented by a blinding flash of light. Regaining his composure, he immediately noticed two very disturbing things. There were no Councilors present and all of the dining room chairs appeared to be…elsewhere.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: vacant. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the sixth such and previous installments may be found here.