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Meanwhile, high above the Earth's atmosphere, above the din of the battle, a vast expanse of stars twinkled against the backdrop of infinite darkness. Within this celestial canvas, an escape pod drifted gracefully through the void, defying the harshness of space with its elegant design. To the untrained eye, it looked more like a luxurious yacht than a mere escape pod.
Gleaming in polished silver and adorned with sleek lines, the pod exuded an air of opulence that seemed out of place amidst the desolation. Its smooth exterior was accentuated by subtle curves and shimmering solar panels that absorbed the distant starlight, providing energy to power its advanced systems. The pod's surface was adorned with intricate patterns etched in gold, reminiscent of ancient constellations that once guided explorers through uncharted territories.
The escape pod boasted large panoramic windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, offering breathtaking views of the cosmic wonders beyond. Through these transparent portals, one could witness celestial bodies dancing in perfect harmony as they painted mesmerizing pictures. The escape pod was a sanctuary of tranquility, allowing its occupants to escape the chaos of the universe and find solace in the beauty of the cosmos.
Kane, the infamous pilot of the escape pod, was known for his treacherous nature and allegiance to Draco, the conqueror. His oily demeanor and ruthless actions had earned him a reputation as a traitor who had abandoned Earth in pursuit of power. Kane's ambitions extended beyond his loyalty to Draco; he also sought the affection of Princess Ardala, an equally ruthless individual driven by a thirst for conquest. Together, they formed an unholy alliance, determined to position themselves at the forefront of Draconia's ceaseless wars of conquest.
One year ago, the storm force under Kane's command was utterly decimated, leaving behind a trail of destruction and chaos. It was a catastrophic failure on his part, as his bungling leadership and poor decision-making skills were exposed for all to see. However, amidst this disaster, an unexpected hero emerged in the form of Buck Rogers. With his unparalleled bravery and strategic brilliance, he single-handedly thwarted the Draconians' relentless assault on Earth's defense perimeter. His unwavering determination and resourcefulness ensured that our planet remained secure against the formidable enemy.
As news of their defeat spread throughout the galaxy, the remnants of the Draconians' main force found themselves humiliated and demoralized. They hastily regrouped and devised a desperate plan to salvage what little honor they had left. With their tails firmly between their legs, they embarked on a hasty retreat through a wide space-orbit route back to the boundaries of their home empire.
The flagship, known throughout the galaxy as the Draconia, had been mercilessly torn apart, its once majestic form reduced to a haunting spectacle of destruction. The cataclysmic explosion had shattered the vessel into countless fragments, each one a poignant reminder of the overwhelming power wielded by their relentless adversaries. As the remnants of the Draconia floated aimlessly amidst the vast expanse of space, they formed an intricate tapestry of wreckage, stretching out like a macabre trail leading to their defeat.
Princess Ardala and her would-be consort, Kane, found themselves in a state of disbelief as they surveyed the devastation that surrounded them. Their escape from certain death could only be described as miraculous; yet it came at an immeasurable cost. The weight of loss hung heavily upon their hearts as they mourned not only for their fallen comrades but also for the once-proud vessel that had served as their symbol of power and dominance.
Their survival was owed to a minuscule, yet remarkably sturdy, sealed pod that had become their only sanctuary amidst the unforgiving chaos that surrounded them. Inside its luxurious confines, they clung to each other with desperate determination, finding solace and support in their shared presence. The air within the pod was thin and stale, a constant reminder of their precarious situation as it whispered against their skin with every breath. Time seemed to stretch endlessly before them, elongating into an interminable expanse as they floated aimlessly through the vast void of space.
Both Ardala and Kane, with heavy hearts, were acutely aware that Draco, would never cease in his relentless pursuit of revenge. The searing bitterness of defeat still lingered within Draco's heart, fueling his unyielding determination to make them pay for the humiliation they had inflicted upon him. No matter where they turned or how far they fled, the haunting presence of Draco loomed over them like a perpetual shadow. Fear became their constant companion, an ever-present reminder that Draco's thirst for vengeance knew no bounds and could never be quenched. Every waking moment was tainted by the gnawing anxiety of being hunted, forcing Ardala and Kane to live in a state of perpetual vigilance. Their lives had become a twisted dance between survival and evasion, as they desperately sought refuge from the wrathful storm that was Draco. Yet deep down, they understood that true escape was an illusion; Draco's vindictive pursuit would forever haunt their existence until one side emerged victorious, leaving the other forever trapped in the clutches of fear and uncertainty.
Kane looked up from the pod's navigation console, his eyes meeting Ardala's captivating gaze. Her beauty was beyond comprehension, a sight that could only be described as goddess-like. Every feature on her face seemed meticulously crafted by the hands of divine beings, as if she had been sculpted from the purest marble. Her lustrous, flowing locks cascaded down her shoulders like liquid gold, framing a face that radiated an ethereal glow. Her eyes, deep pools of mesmerizing color, held a mysterious allure that seemed to draw him in with an irresistible force. The delicate curve of her lips hinted at a smile that could enchant even the most hardened hearts. Ardala possessed an elegance and grace that transcended mortal boundaries, leaving Kane in awe of her otherworldly presence. However, despite being captivated by her extraordinary beauty, Kane couldn't shake off the weight of their current situation that burdened his mind like an anchor dragging him down into uncertainty and danger.
"How long can we continue playing this dangerous hide-and-seek game, Ardala?" Kane asked, his voice filled with concern. He gazed at her with furrowed brows, his eyes reflecting the weight of their predicament. "Your father's resources are vast, stretching far beyond our imagination. It won't be long before he deploys every means at his disposal to track us down. Our supplies, once abundant, are dwindling rapidly," he continued, his tone tinged with a hint of desperation. "We've been living off scraps and rationing what little remains. But how much longer can we sustain ourselves like this? How much longer until hunger gnaws at our bellies and weakness consumes our bodies?"
Kane paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as if trying to gather his thoughts amidst the chaos that surrounded them. "Ardala," he said softly, reaching out to touch her trembling hand, "we cannot ignore the reality that awaits us if we continue our flight. Our only hope is to find a solution, to band together and face the challenges that lie ahead with unwavering determination."
Ardala sighed dramatically, her expression a perfect blend of determination and desperation. "Oh, Kane," she replied with an air of superiority, her voice dripping with arrogance and snobbishness. "But we simply cannot give up just yet. We are far too clever to let this setback deter us. After all, we have managed to effortlessly deceive countless planets with our ingenious royal visit story, effortlessly procuring the necessary food and supplies for our survival. And mark my words, there must still be a multitude of naive worlds out there that will unquestioningly fall for our impeccable charade."
She paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in before continuing with an air of self-assuredness. "You see, Kane, it is our birthright to live in luxury and abundance. We are destined for greatness, and nothing will stand in our way. These mere mortals are but pawns in our grand game of power and manipulation."
Kane shook his head in utter disbelief, his eyes narrowing with a mix of disdain and self-righteousness. "How many more pitiful, insignificant planets must we deceive? How many more lives must we disrupt, trampling over the feeble dreams of those who dare to resist our empire's expansion?" His voice dripped with an arrogant and condescending tone, as if he alone possessed the wisdom to judge the morality of their actions.
As the weight of his own despicable deeds settled upon him, Kane couldn't help but question the twisted morality that fueled his ambitions. The once unshakable confidence in his quest for power now wavered, like a flickering flame on the verge of extinguishment. The echoes of innocent lives disrupted and shattered dreams haunted his every thought, gnawing at the edges of his conscience.
His mind became a battlefield between ruthless ambition and a newfound sense of moral turmoil. Kane's voice trembled slightly as he continued to question himself, each word weighing heavily on his troubled soul, as he grappled with the consequences of his actions and the path he had chosen.
Looming behind Kane, the carefully calculated casualness of her posture designed to show off the luxuriant, tempting curves of a generously proportioned torso, was Princess Ardala, formerly the heiress-apparent to the throne of the greatest interstellar empire in the known history of the universe. "That's easy for you to say, Kane," she declared with a hint of bitterness in her voice, her tone dripping with arrogance and snobbishness. "Draco is not your father, a man of immense power and influence, and you certainly did not have the audacity to give the order to attack Earth while his formidable forces were still light-years away."
She paused for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she continued, her voice laced with disdain. "Oh no, dear Kane, you have never experienced the weight of responsibility that comes with being the daughter of such a commanding figure. You have never had to navigate the treacherous waters of intergalactic politics or make decisions that could alter the course of entire civilizations."
Ardala's voice grew colder as she emphasized each word. "You see, my dear Kane, I am burdened with expectations and obligations that you could never comprehend. Draco's legacy looms over me like an oppressive shadow. Every move I make is scrutinized, every decision I make carries the weight of the universe on my shoulders."
Her words hung heavy in the air, carrying with them the weight of responsibility and regret. Princess Ardala had once been destined for greatness, groomed from birth to lead an empire that spanned galaxies. The weight of her father's expectations had always rested heavily on her shoulders, but it was only recently that she discovered his true intentions. Behind the façade of a loving and supportive parent, he harbored a dark desire for power and control, using Ardala as a mere pawn in his grand scheme. This revelation shattered her world, leaving her torn between loyalty to her bloodline and the moral compass that guided her heart. The burden of responsibility now weighed even heavier upon her as she grappled with the consequences of this newfound knowledge.
Draco, her own flesh and blood, had become consumed by an insatiable thirst for power and an overwhelming greed that seemed to grow with each passing day. His once bright soul was now shrouded in a suffocating darkness, as if a sinister force had taken hold of him. As she delved deeper into the hidden chambers of her father's secrets, she couldn't help but feel a chilling realization creeping up her spine - her own destiny was intricately entwined with his. The weight of this revelation pressed heavily upon her heart, forcing her to confront the very darkness that threatened to consume them both. It was a daunting task, for within herself lay the potential for greatness or ruin, and she knew that the choices she made would shape not only her own future but also the fate of those around her.
As she delved deeper into her father's secrets, the weight of the unknown began to consume her. Each revelation led her further down a treacherous path, where shadows danced and whispered hauntingly in her mind. The darkness that had once been confined to her father's world now seeped into her own existence, intertwining their destinies in ways she could never have imagined.
Lost in a labyrinth of secrets and lies, she found herself standing at the precipice of self-discovery. The journey to uncover the truth about her father had become a mirror reflecting the hidden depths within herself. It was no longer just about unraveling his enigmatic past; it was about confronting the demons that lurked within her own soul.
In this harrowing quest for answers, she stumbled upon an unexpected beacon of hope. The escape pod was now drifting within range of a breathtaking Earthlike planet, its vibrant blue oceans and lush green continents visible from orbit. As the pod slowly approached, the duo crew inside marveled at the planet's stunning beauty. They could see wisps of white clouds dancing across the atmosphere, casting shadows on the sprawling landscapes below. The sight of majestic mountain ranges, winding rivers, and vast forests filled their hearts with a sense of awe and wonder. This breathtaking sight momentarily captivated Kane's attention, causing him to tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing view and refocus on the navigation console and main computer bank.
"Computer," he commanded, "please provide me with information regarding our present position within the planetary system and the name of the planet we are currently orbiting."
"Present location: Draconian system no. 4. Capital planet: Pherakles," the computer responded.
Ardala's sensuous lips curved into a smile, revealing a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. "Excellent," she said, her voice dripping with confidence and authority. With a flick of her wrist, she beckoned to Kane to approach her. As he stood before her, Ardala leaned in closer, whispering instructions that carried an air of intrigue and importance.
"Inform them," she began, her voice low and commanding, "that the time has come for them to witness the arrival of a royal envoy from Draco." Her words hung in the air like a promise of grandeur and power. The weight of anticipation filled the room as Ardala's presence seemed to grow larger with each passing moment.
Kane stared for a few seconds at the breathtaking continental configuration that was presently filling the viewscreen. The majestic landmasses stretched out before him, their intricate patterns and diverse landscapes captivating his senses. From towering mountain ranges to vast oceans, this planet seemed like a world of endless wonders.
Obeying Ardala's command, Kane swiftly took action. With a determined expression on his face, he reached for the control panel and expertly opened a hailing frequency. The soft hum of the ship's communication system filled the air as he prepared to make contact with Pherakles communications.
"This is Lord Draco's flagship, the Draconia," Kane announced with authority, his voice resonating through the vastness of space. "Calling Pherakles communications. Commander Kane speaking."
As his words echoed into the void, Kane couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins. He knew that this moment could be crucial in determining their next course of action. It was a matter of life and death, and Kane was determined to make the right decision that would lead them towards survival and success.
An unknown technician at Pherakles Communications responded to him: "Greetings from the people of Pherakles and Governor Sándoru, commander. How may we humbly serve you, esteemed leader?" The words echoed through the vast chamber of the escape pod, carrying a hint of reverence and anticipation. Keth-Vet Sándoru, the enigmatic governor of Pherakles, was known for his discerning nature and strategic brilliance. His presence commanded respect and his decisions shaped the destiny of the planet. As the message reached Kane's ears,, he paused for a moment, contemplating the myriad possibilities that lay before him.
Kane's voice dripped with a hint of sarcasm as he replied, "Oh, I do hope that the grand arrival of Her Highness, Princess Ardala and myself in our humble shuttle craft will be met with the utmost warmth and hospitality. After all, it's not every day that royalty graces your presence."
His words hung in the air, laced with an undeniable tension. Kane's terse tone conveyed his underlying frustration at the lack of respect he felt they were receiving. It was clear that he expected nothing less than a red-carpet welcome, complete with adoring crowds and a display of utmost reverence.
With each passing moment, his impatience grew more palpable. He had come to expect a certain level of deference wherever he went, especially when accompanied by someone as esteemed as Princess Ardala. Kane had little tolerance for anything less than what he deemed appropriate for their status.
As his piercing gaze swept across the room, it was evident that Kane was not one to be trifled with. His commanding presence demanded respect from all those in his presence.
Pherakles Communications responded with an air of grandeur, their words dripping with eloquence and charm: "Rest assured, esteemed commander, that we shall extend to you a welcome befitting your noble stature. Our commitment knows no bounds as we strive to create an experience that transcends the ordinary."
Kane's satisfaction grew as he observed the primitive tracking equipment of the natives. He knew all too well that their rudimentary technology would fail to reveal the truth - there was no flagship in sight. With a smug grin, he leaned back in his command chair, confident in his deception.
"Attention, Draconian shuttle to Pherakles Control," Kane transmitted through the comm system, his voice laced with a hint of triumph. "We are gracefully descending into your atmosphere at this very moment."
Some weeks earlier, before the Draconia's escape pod drifted into range of Pherakles, in another Draconian system, Draco himself had been seated in his opulent personal stateroom aboard the Draconia's sister Star Fortress, the Infernia, with four beautiful women attending him. The opulent chamber was adorned with intricate golden accents and state-of-the-art holographic displays that projected mesmerizing celestial vistas. Draco reclined on a plush velvet chaise lounge as one of the women gracefully handed him a goblet of aged Draconian wine. "Thank you, my dear," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. His momentary ecstasy was abruptly shattered by the intrusive sound of his door chime echoing through the luxurious quarters.
As he reluctantly tore his gaze away from the breathtaking view outside the panoramic windows, Draco's eyes narrowed with annoyance. He had been engrossed in contemplating his grand plans for expanding Draconia's dominion over neighboring star systems when this unwelcome interruption occurred.
"Enter," Draco commanded, his voice dripping with authority and malice. As the heavy doors swung open, revealing the grand chamber, all eyes turned towards Emperor Draco himself.
He stood tall and imposing, a figure shrouded in an aura of arrogance that seemed to emanate from every pore of his being. His sharp features were etched with a perpetual sneer, his piercing eyes glinting with a cold malevolence that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet his gaze.
Emperor Draco's regal outfit was an eerie spectacle to behold. It appeared as if it had been plucked from the darkest corners of nightmares, its design seemingly inspired by a monstrous lizard. The fabric clung to his lithe frame like scales, shimmering in shades of deep emerald and obsidian black, intricate patterns resembling sinewy reptilian skin snaked their way across the garment, giving it an unsettlingly lifelike quality.
A high collar completed the ensemble. The high collar, adorned with delicate silver embroidery, added an air of mystery to the already captivating attire. As he moved, the fabric rustled softly, whispering secrets only it knew. The intricate patterns seemed to come alive, as if the garment itself possessed a hidden power, ready to unleash its enchantment upon a galaxy.
The door slid aside with a haunting hiss, admitting Internia''s commander to the room. His presence sent shivers down the spines of those present as he saluted his emperor with a gloved hand. His voice carried an eerie undertone as he spoke. "My lord, all is ready for your visit to Farsanor, the captial planet of Draconian System No. 3."
Draco's face lit up with satisfaction as he observed the flawless execution of his orders. "Very good," he commanded, a hint of pride evident in his voice. "You may leave," he said, dismissing the subordinate who had just completed an intricate task. His piercing gaze shifted towards the bustling control room, where his trusted crewmembers were diligently preparing for their imminent departure.
With a sense of purpose and authority, Draco continued, "Have my shuttlecraft prepared to perfection." The words rolled off his tongue smoothly, carrying an air of expectation. He knew that every detail must be meticulously attended to; after all, nothing less than perfection was acceptable for someone of his stature.
Draco's shuttlecraft sat lazily on the tarmac of the huge launching bay, its intimidating presence casting an eerie shadow over the surrounding area. The vessel's design was nothing short of unsettling, with its twisted and contorted structure that seemed to defy all conventional notions of aerodynamics. Its sleek, black exterior exuded an almost obscene aura, evoking a sense of unease and foreboding.
Addressing the two soldiers standing at the rear of the shuttle, Draco's voice carried a tone of both authority and arrogance. "It's been far too long since my last royal visit," he declared with a hint of satisfaction. "I relish in showing the races I've conquered that Draco is never too far away, always ready to quell any whispers or strains of rebellion against my great dynasty."
As he spoke, his eyes gleamed with a sinister delight, reflecting his sadistic pleasure in maintaining control over his dominion. The shuttlecraft itself seemed to mirror his malevolence.
One of the soldiers informed him, "We're ready for launching, my lord." Draco's heart raced with anticipation as he stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the sleek spacecraft before him. The passenger hatch opened smoothly, as if on cue, revealing a pathway leading into the vessel. With a sense of purpose, Draco and his entourage strode confidently onto the gangway, their footsteps echoing in the metallic chamber.
As they made their way inside, Draco couldn't help but marvel at the advanced technology surrounding him. The walls were adorned with intricate control panels and holographic displays, casting an ethereal glow throughout the cabin. The air hummed with energy, a testament to the immense power contained within this interstellar marvel.
Once inside the main cockpit, Draco took his place in a commanding chair at the center of the room. The pilots swiftly settled into their respective positions, their hands expertly navigating the array of buttons and switches that adorned their consoles. Draco's gaze swept across their focused expressions. Once the pilots had finished taking their positions, Draco commanded, "Proceed!" As the engines roared to life, Draco felt a surge of anticipation, knowing that their mission was about to begin.
The launching bay came to life with a bone-chilling intensity, as if the very essence of darkness had been awakened. Its massive doors, creaking and groaning in protest, slid open with an eerie slowness, revealing the abyssal void beyond. As they parted, a surge of raw power surged through Draco's shuttlecraft, causing the air to crackle with electric anticipation. The intercom crackled to life, transmitting the commanding voice of Dominia's flight officer, cutting through the ominous silence like a blade.
"Secure the launching doors!" The officer's words echoed through the vast expanse of the bay, sending shivers down the spines of those present. The bay crew sprang into action, their movements swift and precise as they scrambled to obey their superior's command. Each metallic clang and thud reverberated through the cavernous space, amplifying the sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the air.
Not at all like in the inner chambers of the planet Farsanor, where a sense of anticipation filled the air as all members of the colony's fifteen-member legislature, including the esteemed governor, gathered to formally greet their sovereign. The atmosphere was electric with excitement and curiosity, for it had been centuries since their last encounter with a representative from the Draconian Crown. As the grand wooden double doors of the chamber swung open, revealing a sliver of light that pierced through the darkness, a hushed silence fell upon the room. All eyes turned towards the entrance as a member of the Dominia landing party stepped in, clad in their gruesome uniforms that resembled formidable suits of armor, adorned with symbols representing swords, blood, and death. "Behold Draco, the indomitable conqueror of the vast expanse of space, the formidable warlord reigning supreme over Astrium, and the visionary destined to ascend as the future emperor of Earth!" he thundered with unwavering conviction.
The decor of the chambers exuded an air of elegance and sophistication reminiscent of Renaissance Era conventions. Intricately carved wooden panels adorned the walls, depicting scenes from Farsanorian history and mythology. Rich tapestries hung from ceiling to floor, showcasing vibrant colors and intricate patterns that told tales of bravery and wisdom. The flickering glow of candles lit the chamber like a thousand suns. The air was heavy with the scent of ancient wood and the whispers of forgotten legends echoed through the grand hall.
Draco struggled to drag his grotesque, bloated carcass into the opulent reception room. The weight of his repulsive frame seemed to strain against the delicate grandeur of the Renaissance-inspired decor that adorned the inner chamber. His foul costume clashed violently with the refined elegance that surrounded him.
As he entered, Draco's presence seemed to taint the air, suffocating the room's exquisite atmosphere with an overwhelming stench of decay. The intricate tapestries depicting scenes from classical mythology and vibrant frescoes adorning the walls appeared to recoil in horror at his repugnant appearance.
The legislature, composed of distinguished nobles and courtiers, exchanged uneasy glances as they struggled to maintain their composure in the face of such a jarring juxtaposition. Their finely tailored garments and polished manners stood in stark contrast to Draco's unkempt appearance and crude demeanor.
They had to work hard to conceal their disdain for Draco's grossness, unfortunately. Despite their efforts, the committee's forced smiles and polite conversation couldn't hide their growing anticipation for Draco's departure.
"Greetings, my loyal subjects," Draco boomed. "I am pleased to see that you have prepared such a splendid reception for me."
The governor stepped forward, a smile crossing his bearded face. "This is indeed an honor, my lord, and quite a surprise. It is rare that any planet receives two royal visits within the space of a few weeks," he said, his voice filled with genuine excitement.
As he stood before the distinguished guests, the governor's attire caught everyone's attention. His Renaissance-like dress exuded an air of elegance and sophistication. He wore a doublet adorned with intricate embroidery, its rich colors reminiscent of the vibrant hues found in Shakespearean plays. The fabric flowed gracefully around him, emphasizing his regal stature.
But it was not just his clothing that drew whispers among the crowd; it was the uncanny resemblance he bore to William Shakespeare himself. The governor possessed the same sharp features, framed by a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His piercing eyes sparkled with intelligence and wit, mirroring those of the renowned playwright.
It seemed as though time had folded upon itself, transporting this enigmatic duplicate of Shakespeare light-years away from Stratford-upon-Avon. As he spoke, his words flowed with the eloquence and poetic cadence that could only be inherited from the Bard himself.
Draco's expression immediately shifted to one of shock. "I... I don't understand," he stammered, his voice filled with confusion. "This is the only royal envoy that has been dispatched here. Of what do you speak?"
The governor hesitated for a moment before responding, carefully choosing his words. "But my lord," he began cautiously, "did you not dispatch a royal envoy a mere three weeks ago?"
Draco's disbelief grew as he tried to recall any such dispatch. His mind raced, desperately searching for any memory of such an event. How could he have forgotten something so important? He felt a knot forming in his stomach as the realization sank in.
"I... I have no recollection of such an envoy," Draco admitted, his voice laced with concern. "Are you certain? Could there be some mistake?"
The governor nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of the situation. "I assure you, my lord, there is no mistake. The envoy arrived a mere three weeks ago.” The governor’s words hung in the air, leaving Draco to ponder the implications of the envoy's sudden appearance.
Draco's face contorted with anger as his eyes narrowed. "I dispatched no such envoy," he growled, his voice dripping with menace. "Exactly who visited your planet?"
The ambassador hesitated for a moment, taken aback by Draco's sudden change in demeanor. "Why... your daughter, Princess Ardala, of course, and Commander Kane," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "But I..."
Before the ambassador could finish his sentence, Draco exploded in a psychotic fit of pique. His rage consumed him entirely as he slammed his fist onto the table, causing it to shake violently. The room fell into an eerie silence as everyone present watched in fear and astonishment.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Draco straightened his posture and spoke through gritted teeth. "This is an outrage! My daughter had no authority to act on my behalf without my knowledge or consent." His voice resonated with a dangerous intensity that sent shivers down the spines of the assemblymen. As the room fell into a stunned silence, it became clear that his words had struck a nerve, igniting a fire of dissent among them.
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, my lord,” the governor hesitated, bowing his head respectfully.
“Did they take any supplies with them?” Draco inquired, his voice tinged with concern.
“Why, yes, my lord,” the governor replied, glancing up. “Several weeks’ worth of food. They said it was for emergency use aboard the Draconia, and…”
"Did they happen to mention where they were headed? Think carefully...I'll have your governorship if you're lying!" Lord Draco's voice boomed through the grand chamber, his eyes piercing into the trembling governor.
"They did mention Draconian System #4, my lord," the governor stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Pherakles is the capital planet of that system. Passing as a royal envoy, they'll be heading there no doubt...and I'll be waiting for them," Draco declared with a sinister smile curling on his lips.
The governor's face turned pale as he realized the implications of Draco's words. "B-But what about your royal visit? Wh...Wha..???" he managed to utter in disbelief
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