When a supposed flapjack destroys Jekkh's planet, she relocates to a whole new system to start a new life. But after discovering her planet's long-lost artifact, Jekkh must step into a role she feels unfit for and unite her scattered people across t...
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Kaalii was livid. In his whole life, he didn't think that there was a time even close to how angry he was. Well, maybe that one time that the North Iipa'a'aran Embassy said that he looked like he was in a pickle. What racists. Kaalii was self-conscious of his green hue for three weeks even after banishing them to the Clouded Seas of Ahhh.
"Your Highness, you don't understand the gravity of the situation," General Oonta said, standing before Kaalii's throne, wringing his hands.
"You're right, I don't understand," Kaalii said, hands clenching the arms of the white-stone throne in the First Grand Throne Room. "And the only gravity to this situation is whether or not you can help me understand in the next five seconds or else I will be very glad to bring you to the 'I'm Going to—'" Kaalii paused, turning to Janet. "What was the name of the punishment throne room?"*
"The Brimstone Throne Room, Your Highness," Janet replied, creaking as she shuffled to Kaalii's side.
Kaalii nodded to the Chaperoid, looking down at the trembling Qeet'taan who stood at the bottom of the steps. "Yeah, so—" Kaalii paused, losing his thought process. He slammed his hands on the cool stone surface of the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Goodness gravy boats, I forgot what I was saying. It's all your fault, Oonta!"
The Qeet'taan's eyes bulged. "But you interrupted yourself—"
"I recommend: shhh..." Ronrii said from Kaalii's left, hopping down each step in time with the syllables he recited. In the last step, he slipped slightly, wobbling which made his shell-covered jester uniform sing with jingles. "If you want to have your head, I would not say another word. I beg of thee to shut up."
Kaalii peered down at General Oonta, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Oonta unfortunately did not cower like Kaalii had expected. "As much as I fear your power, I also fear the power of your father and the Order. The order that we are signing a contract with next week if you have not forgotten."
How could I forget with you nagging me about it? Kaalii thought, slumping back onto the throne. "Unfortunately, I have not," he grumbled. "And you're sure they have a way to help with this refugee situation and the uprising provinces?"
Oonta nodded his round, blue head. "Yes, of course," he said, clasping his hands before him decidedly. "So, let's continue where we were before you threatened—" Kaalii raised a brow at General Oonta who cleared his throat. "Excuse me, before you negotiated aggressively about banishing me."
