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After an apology from Rygel (which had almost certainly been coerced) and some incessant encouragement from Chiana (entirely of her own volition), Stark had agreed to accompany the two of them and Jothee to the palace planet’s moon. It was probably a bad idea but it was no worse an idea than many others he’d gone along with. It would be a distraction for a little while if nothing else, even if he had no idea what use he could possibly be. He was not, he’d been assured by Chiana and Jothee and a reluctant Rygel, there to be a prop.
“I’m not sure we should be here. That I should be here,” Stark said quietly as they exited the transport pod. Jothee was there as the muscle. Chiana was clever and fast. Rygel was the reason for the meeting in the first place. Stark wasn’t sure what his purpose was.
“Maybe someone will die,” Chiana chirped back just as quietly but she flashed a grin in his direction.
“You’re not helping,” Stark muttered, one hand hovering over his holstered gun and the other reaching up to toy with the buckle at his neck. Yet another nervous habit that had made a return of late.
“You’re backup,” Chiana said, shooting a warning look at Rygel before he could open his mouth. “Right, Jothee?”
“The more people the better,” Jothee said, surveying the assembled Hynerians waiting for them. “Let’s go.”
The meeting started off well. One of the Hynerians, Stark thought he might be a general, greeted Rygel with a cheerful “Dominar! You have returned to us!”
Rygel was, of course, gratified. “Yes. Your long Hynerian nightmare is at last at an end.”
“Welcome back, your highness.”
“It’s good to be back, Gighun. Always knew you’d make general someday.”
“Thank you, your highness. Your troops are assembled.” The general waved his hand towards the soldiers who responded with a loud “hurrah!”
“Excellent,” Rygel said, clearly pleased as he acknowledged them as well.
There were more Hynerians than Stark had expected. More soldiers, on foot and inside silvery balls armed with energy weapons. More ships. More of everything.
( What could possibly go wrong with this plan? )
[NFB for distance and the saddest alien is unable to accept any calls or texts at this time due to being captured. Again. Because his life sucks. Adapted from "The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Return of the King."]
“I’m not sure we should be here. That I should be here,” Stark said quietly as they exited the transport pod. Jothee was there as the muscle. Chiana was clever and fast. Rygel was the reason for the meeting in the first place. Stark wasn’t sure what his purpose was.
“Maybe someone will die,” Chiana chirped back just as quietly but she flashed a grin in his direction.
“You’re not helping,” Stark muttered, one hand hovering over his holstered gun and the other reaching up to toy with the buckle at his neck. Yet another nervous habit that had made a return of late.
“You’re backup,” Chiana said, shooting a warning look at Rygel before he could open his mouth. “Right, Jothee?”
“The more people the better,” Jothee said, surveying the assembled Hynerians waiting for them. “Let’s go.”
The meeting started off well. One of the Hynerians, Stark thought he might be a general, greeted Rygel with a cheerful “Dominar! You have returned to us!”
Rygel was, of course, gratified. “Yes. Your long Hynerian nightmare is at last at an end.”
“Welcome back, your highness.”
“It’s good to be back, Gighun. Always knew you’d make general someday.”
“Thank you, your highness. Your troops are assembled.” The general waved his hand towards the soldiers who responded with a loud “hurrah!”
“Excellent,” Rygel said, clearly pleased as he acknowledged them as well.
There were more Hynerians than Stark had expected. More soldiers, on foot and inside silvery balls armed with energy weapons. More ships. More of everything.
( What could possibly go wrong with this plan? )
[NFB for distance and the saddest alien is unable to accept any calls or texts at this time due to being captured. Again. Because his life sucks. Adapted from "The Beginning of the End of the Beginning: Return of the King."]