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"Killing someone is not something that someone does lightly," M'Kama pondered aloud. "It's easy enough for plenty on the Rock, but if you see a swift blade real the soul of one who means much to you..."

"Son..." he breathed with a quiet wheeze. "I love you."

M'Kama's face contorted into a sullen expression for a moment, before continuing on as if he slipped a beat, "Not to mention Kilakanji is a foreign dignitary. Sparking an intergalactic incedent with foreign power is what I'm trying to prevent."

"I've come up with a plan, however," The Yyb contijued. "And I'll need your help. If everything checks out, we'll be out of here in a day's time.

Days later....

M'Kama walks into the Matranical Embassy, a cordial smile on his face as he approached the front desk. "I am told...you have brochures," he inquired of the clerk.

***
"Well, the thing is..." Chorvic scratched his head. "Things might change for the better. For you. For me. For Arubak and his gang. You play your part...." he pointed at Price's shoulder. "And the Matran's attempt for one last chance and grippin' the galaxy by the balls is as good as gone."

***

"The last rest would be a good place to...well, rest for a moment," Ohibi chimed up. "The children can be cared for here. We can talk to them to help...ease the trauma."

"Though we really should figure out a way to try and get back to the embassy," Hasaru added. "But that ain't gonna be anytime soon, I suppose. I don't suppose any of you desperados would consider wranglin' us along to the Horenor if'n, you ever get a chance?" He asked furthering his attempts to imitate a Skylander' accent.

***

Otis walked across the vast desert. Alone, but not for long. For in the distance, a figure approached slowly, sitting on top of a tarp, which, in turn, sat atop a large horned beetle. The taro had bells which rang in a rhythmic pattern as the insect slowly trudged across the desert sands.

The man himself had his arm heavily tattooed his hair tied in a long ponytail and his foreign robes and woven conical hat signified him as Longbaoan.

As his beetle quietly passed by Otis, the Longbaoan tugged at the reigns, causing the insect to come to a halt beside Otis. The Longbaoan raised an arm to block Otis' path forward.

"Boy," he turned to face the young Guardian. "Tell me, what battle do you flee from?" He asked, noting Otis' wounds. "You wander much farther and you just might die from blood loss alone."

***

The man watched as Ash left with Mohan. Lowering his head he sighed, eyes darting around, not knowing who now stood in authority. "I'd greatly appreciate if someone could untie me..." he sighed.