Elyon

Puppets

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Purple groaned slightly and put a hand to his forehead. Lately his head had been killing him and today seemed to be the worst of it. His PAK had been issuing him painkillers but nothing seemed to be working.

"So what is this 'Elyon' thing again?" Purple asked as he tried to ignore the throbbing ache in his temple. He was being briefed on the upcoming trial by Makiavell, one of his chief advisors of the High Council of Irkens.

The brown cloaked irken sighed slightly. "My Tallest, it is a word being spread by the Krissirks, from what we've gathered it means 'The Most High Being'." Makiavell waved a long fingered hand at one of the holograms before the Tallest.

They were walking down a long hallway in The Massive towards the 'Judging Room' where they would pass sentence on a poor unfortunate waiting on his fate.

"I... see... kinda." Purple rubbed the side of his head before shaking it. "I don't see."

"It's an insult my Tallest. To you." Makiavell pointed to Purple. "It is implying that this Ayam creature is Taller than you."

"What?!" Purple stopped in his tracks. "That's impossible! I'm the Tallest!"

"Exactly, my Tallest." Makiavell bowed a little before raising his hand towards the huge and ornate looking double doors that stood before them. "We recently captured a Speaker and now you must pass their sentence."

"A Speaker?" Purple paused, his hand on one of the double doors.

"They are the ones who spread the word of this 'Ayam' in a very literal sense, my Tallest." The irken bowed a little. "Sending him to his death will most certainly stop him speaking anymore of his lies."

Purple blinked in shock at this. Send someone to their death? Sure it wasn't something that was unusual but to do it himself seemed a little... worrisome. Usually Red was here by his side to give him confidence but lately he'd seen so little of him he felt like they weren't even friends any more. He would have to visit him after this, to make sure his oldest and closest friend wasn't silently going insane or worse... defective. Even Purple, who paid little attention to the rumbles of the masses knew that having such a scandal happen would make him look bad.

Purple wasn't completely stupid. He knew this was a bad time to be the leader of their empire... he just didn't know what he could do about it. Everything seemed so out of his hands.