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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The harsh light hit Kaalii's eyes like a laser. It hurt. Badly. Why must the creepy man hold it to his eyes?
"Where are they?" came the man's low voice from across the interrogation table.
Kaalii tapped the cool, metal surface, his handcuffs clinking around his wrists. "Obviously, if I knew where they were, I would be with them and not stuck here talking to the likes of you."
The light was removed from staring directly into Kaalii's eyes. He blinked, letting them adjust to the lighting. It was dark in the room (obviously besides the light), the man across from him cloaked in the shadows. The light swung above from the velocity of being let go, glistening against the silver mask that adorned his face. Kaalii only presumed he had a face since the man was wearing a mask and was talking. He could be a void or an alien race unknown. Maybe he was just ugly and wanted to hide his face from everyone. That was probably it.
"The other prisoners aren't saying anything, so we need you to talk, Your Royalness," General Oonta said, closing in from the corner. He placed his hands behind him, averting his gaze from Kaalii. Coward.
"Then we obviously know nothing," Kaalii spat out, rolling his eyes. Even if he knew where Jekkh was, he wouldn't give her up. Unfortunately, he didn't know and was stuck, handcuffed, in an interrogation. At least he could check that off his bucketlist. Be interrogated. Check.
Silver Mask leaned on the table, his leather gloves squeaking against the surface. "You knew about the Scope, though."
Kaalii just rose a brow.
Oonta cleared his throat, his mustache bobbing with the motion. "The device that Miss Miles was in possession of."
"Oh, the little gold thing?" Kaalii leaned forward, using one hand to mimic the size. "The jewelry inspecting gadget thing?"
"Yes," Silver Mask said.
"Do I know about it?" He directed his gaze to Oonta, shooting him a glare. "Apparently, my father was told by the Qeet'taan ambassadors that it was a token for the peace treaty for the Ch'Ch-Orssa War. We not only compromised about the glipsium and skarium resources, but gifted you with our finest medical technology in return for a nice artifact—" Kaalii smacked his hands on the table, the chains rattling against the metal table. "That was, in fact, stolen. From Jekkh's people."
Oonta's eyes widened like moons. "I—I was not involved with politics during the Ch'Ch-Orssa War. I only soldiered in it."
Kaalii leaned back into the cold, hard chair, resting his elbows precariously on the thin arms of the chair. "I'm just saying that your people might know a bit more about it than I would." He rolled his head over to look at Silver Mask. "So, maybe you can interrogate them and not the Emperor of Riirii X'Eaa."
