"Huff…" President Jarkathar heaved a shaky breath as he leaned forward on his table, his dark eyes wandering about in deep thought. His terse expression betrayed his mood. The man hadn't been having a good week.
He had pleaded with the Blood Empress the other day to stay in the Arima III System and on Planet Sarantel, but unfortunately, the powerful top-ten powerhouse had refused to grant his request. Even though he had completely sacrificed his dignity in his humiliating prostration, she didn't so much as even budge and was dismissed out of hand.
"Goddamn hemosapien," he muttered with an angry expression. "She has no idea what frontier states like mine go through in these times!"
