Trouble

"I'll put in a word with the high council," Gretal replies before leaving the building, with Casper's tail(?) waving at them.

All that's left is Frank and Gretal.

"High council?" He asks.

"I'll make another stop, then I'll send you back," Gretal replies.

Just when this trip cannot get any longer...

They walk towards the edge of the city, ahead of the purple plains, is a wheat like hill, on top of the hill is a brick house, looking rather out of place with the city just there.

They enter what seems to be a purple Japanese garden, a green pond with four fish-like birds swimming in the pond. Bell sounds sounds as the wind blows.

Inside the house is a trio of Aileorps one looking like a ball of whisp which is easy to describe, however the other two is hard. With three spikes pointing upwards and a wavy body that looks like a woman's hair is a Aileorp though unlike the others which is a translucent colour, this Aileorp is slightly reddish in colour.

The third Aileorp, is a half pinwheel, half egg kind of shape.

Looking at their shapes make Frank more and more lightheaded from trying to hold back laughter.

These creatures are just too wacky looking!

Gretal didn't seem fazed by their presence nor the shaking human behind them. They bow, placing their right hand on their left shoulder.

"High council members, I have news to report," Gretal replies, the members stay silent as they continue," I haven't manage to find out what the enemy is up to but I've gathered the attention of the central and southern officers, the mole should be showing themselves soon and we'll be able to take them out," they add.

Frank was listening into their report outside of the house. He tilts his head,' a mole? In universe's law enforcement? What a scandal!' He mischievously chuckles internally. Rumours were fun to stir up at home, bet the people will be scared shit-less.

The three hum, seemingly looking pass Gretal. Gretal glances at Frank who caught their look.

They reply back in the same language as their people. Frank internally curses,' Maybe I shouldn't have been too eager to follow them everywhere...' he thinks.

After replying, Gretal walks out with their expression grim. Why does it look like she is about to attend someone's funeral?

"Looks like you'll have to stay here after all," they reply.

"If you want I can send your family here to live, it's cosier than anything in the Southern System," they add.

Frank snorts," if you can convince him to come then by all means".

Greg, Frank wouldn't call him family per say, he is the leader of their 'clan' Greg is not his original name but he had chosen a specifically earth-like name so that it's easier to remember and give him a false sense of security.

It definitely worked on a 11 year old Frank but now he is pretty much on his own. Sure he trained him and gave him things that he didn't need to return but he had kidnapped him and threaten to send central enforcers to Earth to conquer and he didn't want those power hungry people to take over the Earth's freedom.

He had first hand saw how ruthless and commanding the central system had been in their rule. No Southern colony would offend them.

Greg however didn't seem worried about the enforcers, going so far as to curse in front of their faces. He was a rebel and a fiery one, one that they either can't bother with or can't mess with. He had always thought that Greg must have some leverage over them that he didn't know for him to be alive for this long.

He was a mystery, a creep and no one in their right mind would trust or go near him. Not even the other members.

He doesn't know what he'll think of a mole in the central system and what kind of mole it is, they seem to be against the central system yet they were trying to find a mole that he assume is not their own.

He sighs, this made his head hurt, but he can't go anywhere without Gretal. If she really tried to get Greg here, it's going to be all hell let loose in this tranquil place.

"Hey, I'd like to ask, what is it that you're actually planning to do?" He just asks straight up." You can't be helping the central colony get rid of a mole right? I say let them do their things," he adds.

Gretal looks at him, that same examining look again.

"Every empire is bound to fall sometime," he replies," besides, they have their hands everywhere, you don't think they'll spare this little planet with bountiful of resources now would you?" He asks.

Gretal stares at him before climbing onto the ship, seems like while he was reminiscing he didn't actually realise that they were leading him back to the ship.

"Are you sure you want me to leave this place?" He asks in amusement.

"How else am I going to bring your relative here?" they ask." I don't exactly know where you stay," they add.

He can surely lead them to some other place, besides, he was lying about needing to go back anyway. It'll be great if he'd never see him again.

He kept his smile as innocent as possible.

"Sure," he replies.

As they set off in the ship, a small figure looks over in the distance, Princess Pira looks up at the sky alone in worry.

Frank walks over to the driver's seat and navigates the ship's map to find the place, Gretal's hand not leaving the controls, is examining his every move. He looks at a familiar planet and maximizes it.

"Here it is," he replies. The planet in the eye of the Southern Enforcers themselves, planet Fflam home to one of the popular scumbags in the universe, was a great place to stir trouble.

He didn't sense anything wrong until he realize that the ship was whirring to a stop and that Gretal is looking rather grim and their killing intent can practically be felt, and for the first time in a long while, he could feel a cold sweat trickling down his back.

"What is your connection with the llosgi warriors?"