The soft clicking of fingernails on the desk was a bit unnerving. Despite the seriousness of the events unfolding he wanted to crack his head back and laugh if only to ease the tension. Then woman sitting in front of him had an extremely great amount of power on his homeworld. The power in the mix of these negotiations was huge. Also hanging in the balance, however, were the lives of his family and of millions of civilians. He'd put his life on hold to help his people. All he could do was hope and pray.

"Fine. I continue to stay in power for at least another term, and your people are free to go about their lives. I will not allow my troops to harm your people so long as your people don't do anything stupid."

Christopher breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Thank you, ma'am. You won't regret your decision."

"I better not. Now go."

He nodded and stood. Bowing to her in formal departure rituals, he turned and left the room. Ten minutes later he was walking down the street, hands in pockets and minding his own business. A cloaked figure was walking towards him but he paid no mind to it. These people were none of his business. Besides, he needed to get back to his family and that was a three hour flight south.

Christopher crossed in front of an ally right next to the cloaked figure and the next thing he knew he was flying into the ally. His had smacked into the wall and was immediately hit by the cloaked figures fist. A glimpse of gray skin met his eyes, but it was the last thing he saw before the lights suddenly turned out on him.

Something thudded next to him. There was a bright flash of light which he saw through his eyelids and then there was a loud crash. So it was storming. The out of place thing was that his bed was rocking. Slowly, he opened his eyes to stare out at his surroundings. It was all so dark and cramped. He didn't feel so good for a while but it passed. Wherever he was was making him sick and it was really cold. He might catch pneumonia if he doesn't get out soon.

"Hey! Somebody tell me where I am!"

He couldn't see two feet in front of his hands so he wouldn't make it to a door even if he wasn't feeling woozy. There was no answer to his call, so he rubbed his face with his hands before feeling around him for anything that could be a reference. His hand felt the wall, but he still felt too woozy to do anything about it. He had the feeling that even if he got to the door it would be locked. Someone out there in the galaxy really did not like him.

He fell back on the bed and attempted to stare up at the ceiling. All that greated his eye was blackness, but the blackness was almost a welcome sight. Stretching his arms out to either side he lay immobile for a while waiting for slep to catch him. There was nobody out there that would answer his call so the best thing he could do was sleep and think of possibilities for getting out of this mess that he had somehow gotten himself into.

At some point somebody would have to come for him to take him somewhere besides here. They always did. When that time came he would study his surroundings to the best of his ability and try to figure out how to get out of wherever he was. He just had to get away.

A few hours later he heard the grating of the door on the floor and sat up in the bed. Rough hands grabbed his arms as a bright light blasted his eyes. The hands were human he soon realized. Not the gray skinned hands he had seen earlier. They pulled him along through the door and into a long hallway. As they walked, he watched his surroundings, but all he saw through the multitude of viewports was water and a massive storm. They didn't let him stay still long enough to try and figure out where exactly he was.

They drug him through a room and into another one where a single person sat waiting. Although it was someone he recognized, it was not who he expected. His murderous and traiterous cousin sat across from him with a grin on his face that was beyond evil. Christopher sat down without saying a word.

"You were much too easy to find, cousin. Would you like me to kill you now or later?"

"How about never, Mikir."

"Oh, but that's not possible cousin. You've become way too much of an annoyance and you must be dealt with. I hear you've brokered a truce with the government. I can't be having you messing up the plans that I set into motion."

"I don't care about your plans."

"Oh believe me, I know you don't. That's why I'm going to be keeping you as my guest for a while then I will kill you after you watch the final product of my plans. Take him back to his room gentlemen."

On the way back they forgot to cuff his arms and as they passed through one room and into another he struck out. His right palm smacked into the neck of one of the guards before he spun around and clocked the other one. Both slid to the floor and he looked around. Spying a comm. system he rushd over and broadcasted a message across the net.

OOC: See IC News and Prop.