To be fair, Kyle Nox sure as hell didn't wish for it.
In fact, he most definitely only thought about the minuscule possibility that was even smaller than a crushed speck of dust.
Yes, it was that unlikely.
So what in the flying fuck was this?
In the midst of one banquet they really could have done without, one adjutant was really about to pop a vein.
But to understand what was happening to the usually patient aide, it would be best to backtrack.
Like back to that time when Solara was still basking in the golden hour, as the two-week Expo that had shocked the Empire—and even its allies and enemies—was about to come to a rather successful close.
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Frankly, only the stressed organizers, the members of DG, and their associates were slightly looking forward to the end of the Annual Expo.
