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SUMMARY: The Lekers, a violent reptile race, make first contact with the an unknown enemy. Tentions arise and the threat of Intergalactic War looms. Read to find out what happens in, The Limera Conflict

Yet despite this unspoken imperial order, the lowly Leker somehow found the resolve to speak. Unlike anyone else, he felt a desire to do the best for the Leker Empire. This desire was something that Grimar did not hold, and it was strange to have one considered to be so unworthy to do something honorably. By all court and regular customs, the Leker would of rather died than speak back to the crown prince. Yet in this Leker's short meeting with the to be Liamara had perhaps given him a deep understanding of Grimar's lacking. The Leker has the knowledge that this unworthy prince might do something brash, something to destroy the Lekers.

In a quiet and respectful tone, the Leker voiced his opinion. "My Lord and master, this type of ship has never been seen before by any Galactic Alliance ships. It is whole new and most likely represents a species we have never seen before. If we attack without reason, we could be bringing war to our mighty and glorious empire for no reason at all. They probably don't even know that this Leker Territory and..."

The lowly Leker's voice was cut short by a grunt from the Crown Prince Grimar. Instantly the captain move forward and drew out his Mikara blade. This was a no ceremonial blade but a weapon forged for the close quarters combat the Lekers so loved. They enjoyed the feeling of ripping their opponents up at close range, instead of blowing them out of orbit by watching some monitor. The fact that the captain of the guards took out the blade was that the Leker's life was in danger. If he had any feeling of self preservation he should of fled then and there. But then again this lowly Leker had...concerns for his people. This was more than could be said of the selfish crown prince Grimar.

The Captain of the Guards walked towards the lowly Leker with the Mikara blade held high. He strolled in the Leker's way and stopped just inches from the servant. The two of them were so close that each could feel the other's breath. Yet while the Captain's breath was deep and strong and confident the Leker's was shallow and unsure. With a scorn and a sneer the captain spoke smugly to the Leker, as if he was going to enjoy what would happen next.

"You dare to question the wisdom and the knowledge that is our lord Grimar's! For such a lowly beast as you to do this is unforgivable. If my liege would but give me the word, I would cut you to pieces myself." The captain turned towards Grimar and bowed. In return the prince allowed a small gasp of pleasure escape his lips.

Against his own better judgment the Leker did not turn and run but stood tall and proud facing the captain. With an air confidence the Prince never had he walked around the Captain and stood mere feet from Grimar. He did this with the knowledge he was signing his own death warrant, but in his own way the Leker accepted this. He was brought up thinking that he lived and died for the empire and he did this for what he saw was the best for all Lekers. In his own way he lived with honor, even if none else gave it to him.

The Crown Prince stood in silence and for the first time in his life, was speechless. Never before had anyone disobeyed him so utterly. In all of his upbringing, Grimar had never considered the possibility that someone might disobey him. It was unimaginable, unfathomable, and happening right in front of him! It finally occurred to the Crown Prince after all this time that maybe there was truly something to this Leker's words. Maybe what he said still had meaning. With a show of wisdom he rarely had, Grimar motioned for the Captain to back off. While the lowly Leker may have had thoughts of altruism, the Captain had none. He obeyed Grimar for his own game, and cared not what happened to his people. The Captain sheathed his Mikara blade and bade the Leker to continue with his tale. To speak of what else he thought of the trespassers.