Episode 6: Hidden Faces!

"Queen Wahala is dead, General Mertens. The Culprit is your daughter.. I was too late, alas. I will take the blame if you want me to. I owe you this much afterall."

"Don't Grisha. Most of my people already heard of it, it's too late. The only thing we can do is act. I will send an order to attack the Fallen Empire.. There's nothing much we can do now."

Hearing from a distance, inside the Mon Calamari Star Cruiser's Commander Suit, Mertens had trouble waking up from the Headache as she listened to the deafening voices of her Father and The Mandalorian.

"Commander Rey will never allow a full-on attack on the Fallen Empire! The sith ain't no more. It only consists of Jed'aii.. Do you mean to attack your own?"

"I don't have another choice, Grisha. I can't lose my sole daughter over the death of a woman I merely recognized as the Queen. If only the fallen Empire was to get decapitated, the Alliance would lose its power. We wouldn't be the Rebels anymore, but The Conqueror!"

Mertens couldn't get up yet, but she heard her father and Grisha.

"You are getting crazier by the day, Finn. But I understand where you are coming from. You are JUST trying to protect your own.. If so, I have a solution. Why don't you become The Commander-in-chief? Everything would fall under your control and you wouldn't have to worry about your daughter's safety.."

"Yes, you're right. I should do that. Hey Grisha, Can You Kill Rey For Me?"

As soon as Val heard those words, she was left speechless. Recovered, she thought that this might be a joke but it was reality. The one who knocked her up back on Naboo was Grisha, The Madalorian. And the scene she was looking at felt like she was seeing a puppeteer controlling his puppet.

"Of course I can do that for you, Commander Mertens. Your order is absolute.."

And thus was born "The Absolute Order" led by the Commander-In-Chief Finn Mertens.

Meanwhile, on Drakan..

"Queen Of Naboo is dead. How strange.. No one should have the balls to do that, unless they are... Anyway, we will talk about this later. For now, let's watch those idiots fuck up their own credo.."

Said The Queen of Drakan as she sat on her throne, a Val sitting next to her, crowned.

"I agree, My Queen. We shall watch from the sidelines as they conspire against themselves."

Assuming the spot of the king, Val's clothes was white. Talking better than a normal person, it looked like she duped even the king of hell. Holding the hand of the Queen Of Drakan, Val was used to this.

Seven Years ago, General Grievous had just Fallen and Val decided to confront The Throne.

"You dare enter this sacred place with your dirty self. Where Is My Champion?! I want this insect removed right now from my sight!"

Entering the Palace Of Drakan; Muris, Val expected to find a real royalty.

Instead, she stumbled on suckers that had to yet to know what royalty was.

"Your bitch is dead, I killed whatever that thing was. I present myself as Val, despite the lack in noble-cy within your characters. I want to know something real quick.. Who knows this Palace more, The Woman or The Man?"

Asked Val, 12 years old, not caring a bit of the soldiers surrounding her.

"Piss off!"

Wavering her hand around in a circle, the soldiers died on the spot as their head liquified instantly.

The Queen understood the assignment quicker than the king.

Pointing a finger at the king, The Queen saved herself as the next moment, The King's head popped.

"--What was the saying again? I forgot about it. Anyway, as Drakan needs a noble illico presto, I shall resume the seat as The Second Queen."

Seven years ago, she killed the King Of Drakan and took his place. Which meant only one thing..

Val was playing a role this whole time.

Thus, Another Galactic War Started.

×To be continued×