“So… HE IS GONE???” Emperor Voltair asked whilst standing before his lit golden fireplace with his hands interlocked behind his lower back beneath his golden cloak. “The Oath-Breaker truly is gone?”
“YES, MY EMPEROR,” Braako stated proudly after standing out before Rayven, Medo, Kai, and Xan, who all stood side by side. “The Oath-Breaker’s life-force has FINALLY been extinguished…. Just as you ordered.”
“AND WHERE IS HIS VESSEL???” Emperor Voltair asked with his back still turned.
The four other Galactic Deciders all looked at each other strangely as Braako scrunched his brow in confusion.
With no response from Braako, Emperor Voltair asked, “Art thou deaf… BOY??? I asked you where the Oath-Breaker’s Vessel is… SO WHERE IS IT?”
“Gone… Your Majesty,” Braako replied. “OBLITERATED, it was..”
“Obliterated??? Such an interesting word… OBILITERATE.”
Smirking slightly, Emperor Voltair asked, “And how are you so certain that ‘the Oath-Breaker’... MAGNUS was ‘obliterated’, Commanding-Leader Braako?”
Lowering his brow, Braako said, “Because…”
“We ran a Gravity Cylinder through planet Rannuk,” Medo blurted, cutting off Braako mid-sentence and gaining a surprised look from the emperor… Along with everyone else.
Scrunching his brow in confusion, Emperor Voltair asked, “You did what?”
Glancing over at Braako, who looked back at her in confusion as well, Medo turned her eyes towards the emperor and lied, “We ‘broke’ Rannuk with…”
“A GRAVITY CYLINDER,” Rayven restated firmly, stepping up alongside Medo on her left.
Medo now glanced at Rayven whilst Braako narrowed his eyes.
Kai’s eyes widened in shock as Xan looked down at the tops of his bare feet.
“After we defeated the Oath-Breaker on Rannuk’s surface in combat, I transported Apollox and Draex back to Voltaira,” Rayven ‘half-truthed’ to the emperor. “I then returned to Rannuk and rendezvoused with Braako, Medo, Kai, and Xan in the planet’s orbit. Once we were all reunited we took it upon ourselves to…”
“BREAK RANNUK,” Emperor Voltair asked with a blank expression on his face. “You FIVE broke planet Rannuk???”
With an emotionless expression on her face, Medo nodded, “Yes, Emperor… We did.”
“And did I tell you to ‘break’ Rannuk?” the Emperor asked in a slightly angered tone of voice.
Narrowing her eyes, Medo replied, “No, Emperor. You did no--”
“THEN WHY DID YOU BREAK RANNUK?!?!”
Slightly lowering his brow, Braako lied, “‘Twas a Kren-Aligned world, Your Grace. The Oath-Breaker being there proved it…”
“TIS PROVED NOTHING!!!” Emperor Voltair raged, silencing Braako and the others immediately. “The only thing that was ‘proven’ is that Magnus was quite the formidable opponent for you all. I heard that he put both Deciders Apollox and Draex in Medi-Bay Care back at the Grand Galactic Deciding Temple… AND LET US NOT FORGET about what he did to ‘poor’ Deciders Anora and Tristen.”
Xan raised his head upward as Kai tried to keep his conflicting emotions steady.
“He killed them,” Emperor Voltair gritted with a slightly broken look in his aging eyes. “HE KILLED BOTH OF THEM!!! Which brings me to my next question… BRAAKO.”
Turning his eyes on Braako solely now, Emperor Voltair asked, “Why did you let the Oath-Breaker KILL your ‘brother’ and ‘sister’?”
Kai clenched his jaw whilst Xan trembled his lips.
Medo blinked once as Rayven remained unfazed.
Keeping his own composure, Braako lied, “Grand Emperor… I did not let the Oath-Breaker ‘kill’ Anora and Tristen.”
“Then why do they no longer live?” the emperor asked as he started to step towards Braako and the remaining Deciders. “Why are their life-forces NO LONGER ignited???”
Braako did not reply.
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Creeping closer towards the visibly frightened Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Deciders, Emperor Voltair examined him closely whilst the other four remained standing back.
“Do not lie to me, Braako,” Emperor Voltair then darted as only a few inches now parted between his own face and the Commanding-Leader’s. “NEVER LIE TO ME. Confirm command…”
“Command, confirmed… MY EMPEROR,” Braako fearfully stumbled.
“You have disappointed me, Braako…. You ALL have. Even Apollox and Draex.”
“Disappointed??? But how, Your Grace? How have we… ‘Disappointed’ you? We did as we were told. We did what you ORDERED us to do.”
“No… No, you did not, Braako.”
“We KILLED the Oath-Breaker.”
“Yes. You did… BUT YOU ALSO broke Rannuk without my
proper… HALLOWED permission.”
“But, emperor… ‘Twas a Kren-Aligned wor--”
“‘TWAS NOT A KREN-ALIGNED WORLD, YOU THRACKING KROONE!!!!”
Narrowing his eyes now, Emperor Voltair stated, “Rannuk was Kren-free. It’s ONLY ‘crime’
was that it had the grand misfortune of UNKNOWINGLY harboring the oath-breaking fugitive Magnus. There were NO KREN on its surface, Braako. There NEVER were. If there were, in fact, Kren on Rannuk then you would have done your duty CORRECTLY and decided their fate by giving them three day-cycles to either surrender themselves… As well as their planet’s most vital resources… AND WORLD to MY Empire or ‘break them’ for resistance… BUT YOU DID NOT give the Rannukan Race that choice… Did you, Braako? DID YOU???”
Gulping slightly, Braako replied, “Nuh-No…”
“NO!!!! NO, YOU DID NOT, BRAAKO! You did not give the Rannukans a thracking choice for survival or death! You acted on your own behalf! ON YOUR OWN THRACKING ACCORD!!!”
Braako clenched his jaw whilst the emperor continued, “Now, because of your LACK of following orders and not keeping your emotional level stabilized at its baseline, the Rannukan Species have been eradicated along with their home world… AS WELL AS ANORA AND TRISTEN!!!!”
With his eyes narrowed once more, Emperor Voltair stated, “I am disappointed in you, Braako. Disappointed In ALL of you, my FEW REMAINING Galactic Deciders… But mostly YOU, Braako.”
Emperor Voltair then turned his back swiftly on Braako, making the Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Deciders feel as if he had just been shot in the chest by a Pulsar Auto-Rifle at point-blank range.
“Muh-My Emperor,” Medo began to stammer. “With the Oath-Breaker’s life-force extinguished… What shall we do now?”
“Now???” Emperor Voltair asked as he went back to staring into his fireplace. “NOW, DECIDER MEDO, you and your ‘siblings’ shall return to the Grand Galactic Deciding Temple for emotional processing. Once that is done, you shall all remain in your separate, private-dwellings until I call upon you.”
“Call upon us for what, my emperor?” Rayven asked with her brow slightly lowered in frustration.
As the glow from the orange fires in the golden fireplace danced in the glare of his eyes, Emperor Voltair explained, “The Celebration… THE GRAND CELEBRATION for not just the MONUMENTAL ‘Death of the Oath-Breaker Magnus’, but also for the ‘remembrance of Galactic Deciders Anora and Tristen’, who BOTH gave their life-cycles ‘heroically’ and ‘selflessly’ to stop the dire threat that the Oath-Breaker posed to Voltaira, its people, yourselves, MY Empire, and of course… ME.”
Tipping his head back now, Emperor Voltair continued, “Three day-cycles… In THREE DAY-CYCLES we shall have the Grand Celebration right here in Voltair City. Tis when I shall call upon you so until then, my childlings, you are all dismissed. I bid thee all fare thracking well… AND TO GET YOUR THRACKING EMOTIONAL LEVELS IN CHECK!”
Beckoning to Barreth now, who stood off hunched over in a corner, Emperor Voltair ordered, “Barreth, escort the Galactic Deciders out of my Private Chamber. I am done speaking with them.”
“Aye, Your Majesty,” Barreth nodded. “As you command.”
As Barreth turned to the others and began escorting them back outside Braako remained for a few milli-cycles longer.
With fury burning in his dark eyes, Braako glared at the emperor’s still turned backside, causing his emotional level to slowly rise upwards… And FAR AWAY from its ‘baseline’.
