"For the second time tonight, will you turn that junk down!"

He stiffened in his chair after the voice was heard. While he knew who it was that entered his room, he hadn't expected to see or hear her come into his room. This was the third time that day that he had heard her use this type of voice—the one where she was trying to sound like a woman, and his mother. The first time, he was coming from the bathroom after taking a shower; a towel was around himself yet she still scoffed at him for "walking around exposed". The second time, he just woke up from his nap. It was an accident in letting it out but she still got on him for both breaking wind and being "rude" while doing so. Now, just thirty minutes after supper was consumed, and the pelt that he kept from one of his kills was all squared away, she was coming in to tell him to turn his music down.

The album by Robert Matthew Van Winkle, aka Vanilla Ice, wasn't on that loud. His stereo was on level four, which was one of the lower levels on the system, so his sister shouldn't be all that bothered by what he was playing. She shouldn't be bothered by it period—instead of barging into his room, and getting on his music interests, like she was doing for the last few weeks, she should knock and then get his attention before coming in. She should also accept that he had a different music interest than hers and that he was going to listen to it when the chance presented itself to him. To the Extreme, an album that was created in 1989, and that was Vanilla Ice's most successful album during his music career, happened to be one of his favorite albums and he had a desire in wanting to listen to it while building the model of a Japanese steam engine locomotive C62, which one of his brothers surprised him with earlier. It looked like he wasn't to build his model while enjoying his music at the same tim. After Eshal said what she did, he placed his brush in the jar then turned to address her.

"Haven't you heard of knocking before entering?" he asked.

"Have you ever heard of turning that junk down so others can think, or do things that they want to do without getting a headache?" she counter-asked.

"My stereo's on level four; you shouldn't be that badly effected by what's playing."

"Even if it wasn't on that level I'd still be effected—what you're listening to is nothing but noise, and its going to rot you if you continue to listen to it."

"Least its better than the crap that you was listenin' to earlier." it just popped out without check or worry; just after his nap was concluded, Eshal started listening to some music by some artist named Alicia Keys, who, though hot, didn't have that grand a sound to her. He and two of his brothers were driven up a wall and back by what she was listening to—even though they didn't like her music, and were annoyed with hearing it, neither he nor Bile or Guyunis had bothered her on it. They gave her the respect and privacy that she needed to listen to her crap... why the hell couldn't she do the same with him?

"You can hear what the artists that I listen to are saying; the lyrics by the people that you listen to can't be heard because its nothing but bass and drum. Your music is very unbalanced while mine isn't." she came back.

"You jealous or something?" he asked.

"No, I want you to turn that down so I can use my cellular."

"You can still use your cellular with my "junk" being played at the level that it's being played at." he said before turning to resume working on his model.

Unlike the last two times—on the evening of June 9, and during the afternoon of the following day—, where she came in to tell him to turn his "junk" down, or off, then ran off to bitch at either the old man or his mother about how "loud" his music was, she rushed into his room that mid-morning then grabbed and twisted the volume knob on his stereo down. In the process of turning his music down, she tore the knob from the system. What was he doing at the time? Building the armored train engine that he bought on the tenth, and thinking about how good it, and the three cars that he purchased to go with it, would look in his room in the process. The model of a Japanese steam engine locomotive was already done and put on one of his room's shelves; at the time of his sister's rude entrance to his room, he was looking forward to giving it a friend, and also seeing what the old man would do or say after he decided to wander up for a looksee of his room—unlike the armored train engine, which would be painted a camo-green color, the Japanese steam engine was black and gold... It really did look snazzy on the shelf that it was on!

Eshal, instead of being apologetic over breaking his system, and knocking some of the things from the shelf that they were on to the floor, had simply glared at him before turning to leave the room. After she broke his system, then trampled over several of his CDs during her exit of his room, he got up then ran after her; they had a good yell-for-all after he caught up to her. With their mother not being at home, and Lhaklar taking some Zzzz's after spending most of the previous night in the strip club that he worked at, and Bile being with his friends, it was really up to his father to cool him and his sister down and to get on his sister for what she did.

The Princess, as he started calling her on the tenth, which was four days ago, hadn't gotten off on what she did. From what he could tell, his sister was a spoiled thing and she also thought that she was daddy's favorite and could get away with everything. The old man had really gotten on her before telling her to apologize and then do the spell to return his system to the way it was before it was damaged; after learning that she knocked some of his things from the system's shelf, and trampled over some of his CDs during her exit of his room, the man said for her to return everything that fell to the floor to where it was suppose to be and then check and do the repairing spell on the CDs that were broken. While she did that, she left the room without saying a word to him. His father, after that was done, and she was back to being in her room, came in to "inspect" his room—along with seeing that everything was back in order again, he saw the black-and-gold steam engine that was on one of his room's corner shelves.

"Looks like you've made a return to building trains, and are diving into the act of making your models be black and gold instead of the colors that the real deals are painted." the man said after seeing the steam engine.

"Lhaklar's the one responsible for finding that one; I'm the one who found the one that I'm currently building." he replied.

"Best let you get back to work on it, then." it was a quick visit, but he could tell that his father was impressed with the model engine that he recently completed.

Instead of going back to building his armored train engine, he grabbed some magazines then read/looked at them. The Slim Shady, an album that went out to the masses on February 23, 1999, and that was made by rapper Eminem, aka Marshall Bruce Mathers III, was only three songs in when his sister came in to disrespect him; after his system was restored to what it was before she put her hands on it, and the CDs and magazines were returned to their shelf, he resumed listening to it. Before swapping the CD with another, he made out the form that he found in one of the magazines that he was reading/looking at—with Guyunis's birthday being two weeks away, he thought that the 1886 Benz motorwagon model, and the 1886 American LaFrance Silsby-Manning Steam Fire Engine, would be good additions to his room and that they'd go well with him and that he'd appreciate having received them on the day that he was to turn one thousand, nine hundred, and two. He spent only €45 of what he was given on the ninth of June; while he wanted to use some of the rest on himself he also wanted to use some of it on his brothers—get them a model, or book or something that they'd like or appreciate, and get them something to emphasize to the old man and his sister that, just because they fought, and got on one another's nerves from time to time, they were close to one another.

The form for the two models would cost him €15, plus €5.95 for shipping and handling, but he thought it was well worth it for what he had in mind to do with them. In the next few hours, he had plans that revolved around his going up to his mother and then showing her the form and then saying that he wanted to send it, and the cash for the two models, out; while his mother was okay with his and his brothers' sending out and then receiving mail, she did prefer for them to tell her what was being sent in the mail and what was to be expected to come in the days to weeks to come.

After filling out the form, then setting the cash for the models to the side, he listened to one more CD before grabbing the Nvidia Shield and then playing two games on it. With it heading on 1:30, he thought it was way past time for him to head out for some fresh air. After grabbing his shit, then seeing if he was "presentable" for the outside world, he left his room then went down the hall. Whether it was fate or coincidence he didn't know but, right when he was heading down the stairs, he happened on Lazeer.

"Grumpy Owder Browdor." Lazeer said after they turned then passed one another.

"Annoying Little Shit." Hazaar returned.

"Counts double for you."

"Take it that you just got in from visiting the gym?"

"Yep."

For the last few months, he, Lazeer, and Guyunis had been visiting a "hole" that was in the side of of the local Rheinwaldschule. Lazeer's friends were the ones to "introduce" him to it and Lazeer, shortly after being shown it, had let him and Guyunis in on it; while they didn't make a habit out of visiting it every day, they did visit it maybe once to twice a week—while the pipes that hung from the ceiling were annoying, and while it got cold from time to time, they didn't mind the hassle in going into it. They were too busy in watching the 10th, 11th, and 12th grade girls change and shower. Up to recently, they thought that Bile and Lhaklar didn't know about their activity with the "hole"; while Bile was still clueless about it, Lhaklar knew about it. He sometimes tried to use it to make him and Lazeer behave. Lhaklar had yet to try blackmail on Guyunis; the same went for Bile.

"Surprised that they've done school the last few days," Hazaar said in a low whisper. His brother stopped then turned to look at him. "With it snowing the way it has over the last few days—"

"Think they decided to try to get in as many days as they can—they're behind schedule, y'know." Lazeer responded in an equally low whisper. "From what I saw, gym was inside-based today."

"Good thing too, otherwise we'd see a story on the news about how the "next generation gained frostbite then took on the appearance of a Popcicle after going out to do gym outside"." Hazaar said before asking, "Take it that dad's in the living room?"

"Yep. Think he's using his cellular. Take it that you're heading out?"

"Yeah. Better to head out than to be stuck here with Miss. Perfect."

Either Eshal had something against him and Hazaar or she was just plain annoyed with having more than two younger brothers—she was also driving him up a wall... but for a different reason. Instead of nagging him to death about his music, which she also hated but didn't seem to be voicing as much about, she was "getting" on him about his going out while his face looked the way it was. In her words, he should stay inside until it was either seventy-five to a hundred percent better. Both of his parents seemed to be mutual on the subject of his going out—in their words, he should go out to enjoy the weather, and take in the opportunities that one of his age could do, and that his goggled glass opened up for him to do. They also agreed that the outside air was good for his face, and could aid in healing it up.

Yesterday, before he went out to have a rousing snowball fight with Bile and Guyunis, he found himself as being burglarized. Eshal went into his room then snarked his goggled glass—her attempt to keep him inside was thwarted by both him, who did more than raise the roof after seeing that she was leaving his room, and had in her possession his goggled glass, and Lhaklar, who gave her more than an earful on what she should and shouldn't touch or confiscate from the ones that are her siblings. Eshal and Lhaklar actually got into a hissing contest after that earful was given; the old foggy was both fast and slow in coming up to both separate and see what was going on with them.

Seeing as Lhaklar had already gotten on Eshal for her going into his room without say-so first, then taking his goggled glass, and for touching things that weren't hers, the man hadn't had a chance to get on her for any of that; he did his best in getting on her, regardless of Lhaklar coming in to take his place on that. Even though she heard that Lhaklar, and their father, had gotten on Eshal for what she did, their mother, when she got in from work, then heard what happened, got on her too.

Since he just got in from going outside, he decided to stay home. He wished his brother well on whatever he was to do, and on his getting out without gaining the old man's attention, then went up to his room. His brother thanked him then finished his descent down the stairs—judging by how the door opened, then shut a few seconds later, Hazaar got out without attracting the old foggy's "ultra-sensitive" radar. The old man was still trying to get his brother to stay off his feet, and stay at home a little longer—so his hip could heal properly, of course—and, really, so was their mother. After his brother exited the house, and the house went into Quiet Mode, he sat then started work on one of the two models that he purchased at the start of the month.

June 14, 4101, 1:28 PM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956

Glad to hear from you—came under the belief that you decided to become elusive on us. How's things with the boys, and Eshal and Angel?

June 14, 4101, 1:31 PM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842

With it being the weekend, Angel's at home and looking after things. Most of the boys are out and about; it's really just me, Angel, Eshal, Guyunis, and now Lazeer that are indoors. Been snowing for the last few days—the boys seem to love it, and are doing what they can to go out in it.

June 14, 4101, 1:40 PM
Ubalki, Cheshire Keueitt; 912-767-0956

Serious? I don't envy you—think I speak for more than one on having experienced enough of that weather while being on that planet. I got an answer on how Angel and the boys are but I received no word on Eshal; what's going on with her?

Good question; as his youngest son, who just came in from what he did that day, was sitting down to work on his model, and as his second youngest son was teleporting to where he was planning on going, he thought about how his daughter was faring with the boys. While things could be worse, he honestly thought that she was just experiencing the motions of being under the same roof as her siblings and trying to both establish a sibling-based relationship with them and get use to them. This assumption of his was the only thing that he had in regards to her actions. As of the last couple of days, it seemed that, with every turn that he did, she and one of her brothers were fussing and fighting among themselves.

While Eshal had yet to turn on Bile or Guyunis, she seemed to have targets aligned on Lhaklar, Hazaar, and Lazeer. It was either their music, or boy memes that they did that were oftentimes annoying or embarrassing for both the one that did them and the one that was around to witness them, or something that wasn't known.

He was surprised that Eshal wasn't spending any time outside. With it being in the high-sixties to mid-seventies on June 10 and 11, she should of gone out to either get some fresh air or take a walk—the boys had no issue in going out on them days, that was for sure. The fact of her not going out on the twelfth and thirteenth was also a surprise—it snowed on them days; with there being enough snow on the ground to fool around with, she should of gone out to play with it. The boys had, once again, showed that they weren't turned off in going outside on them days. Bile, Guyunis, and Lazeer went out to play in the backyard—he received a shock on each of the days where it snowed; along with going out to play with the snow, they collected some of it for their mother, who liked to make this dessert called "Snow Cream". Lhaklar and Hazaar used the front yard to play and collect the snow from. Eshal, instead of going out on them days, had sat and simply stared at the antics of her brothers.

The weather, for today, was good and, except for that one thing that happened earlier that morning between Eshal and Hazaar, nothing had happened between his children. He was on his toes, regardless of this. At the moment, his wife was cleaning the kitchen and dining room floors and Eshal was cleaning the back patio door—the last time he went by the window that looked in on the dining room, he noticed that she was looking out at the semi-circle of trees that were in the backyard. If he to make any guesses, she wanted to go out and stretch her legs—why she didn't was beyond him; he was sure that Angel'd be fine with her putting the sponge that she was using down and in going out, and he was sure that Eshal would relish in some outside time too.

June 14, 4101, 1:43 PM
Surfeit, TazirVile Lajoshu; 771-543-3842

Getting use to her brothers, and learning the ropes of the stove and spending as much time around her "busy-body" of a mother as she can.

The reply came in fifteen minutes later. His stepfather, who he sent a text to at the top of the hour, was a little busy, but he was using what "free-time" he had to respond to him. The last message was their last. Cheshire Keueitt Ubalki said that it was nice speaking to him, and that they needed to speak more, and that he needed to go; he presumed that he put his cellular away after sending that to him. His stepfather had just gotten through purchasing two new units of land, that were said to have more than two mines under their top layers of soil, and he was looking to hire people to break ground on them mines and see what was in them. Along with wishing him luck on what he found in them mines, he told him small pieces of information of how he and his were faring. In a while, he'd use his phone again to call Efagti, the older of his mother and stepfather's children, and see how he and the rest of his family were.

Seeing as his wife and daughter were in the kitchen and dining room, and were preoccupied with activities that women liked to do in a house, and that most of his sons were out of the house—Hazaar had sure broke his neck in getting out of the house... he had no more saw someone going past the opening that was before the living room before hearing the door open and then shut—, he stood from where he was then went towards the stairs. He returned his phone to his inside jacket pocket while going up them then, about halfway up the stairs, he stopped then bent down.

He back-tracked down the stairs with the cat that he just scooped up. Once she was on the hallway floor, and was going towards the living room, he went back up the stairs then went to Lazeer's room. Unlike his daughter, who didn't seem to want to use the common courtesy gesture of knocking before entering the room that one of her brothers owned and used, he knocked on the door then waited for verbal permission to come in.

"Come in!" his son shouted from the room's interior.

He went in without missing a beat. After going into the room, he found that his son was seated at his corner desk; while he acknowledged him, and went towards him, it wasn't him that had his immediate attention. It was the model that his attention was drawn towards.

Lazeer, before the snow started to fall, went to the community center; when he came back, he had a small collection of stuff on him that included some food for his polliwogs and other critters and two, big boxes that had better than decent-sized models in them. The bugs, he presumed, were either in the fridge or container that was in the room's closet; the boxes of moist bits were probably in one of his son's dresser drawers while one of the two models was resting in plain sight under the desk.

The base of the model that his son was building was nearly two feet long and a foot wide. Going by that, he knew that it was going to be big; he also knew that it was going to look outstanding once it was completed. His son spoke none after he entered his room; after approaching him, then looking over his shoulder, he saw that his model was a diorama—something that was based on a specific scene from a film or real-life event. Going by the box's depicted image, he knew that it was based on a wrecked pirate boat that was lying on the bottom of the ocean.

"I shiver at what you spent on that." he said after seeing what the model was about.

"Not as much as you think," Lazeer replied.

"Take it that you and your brothers get one to two models a month?" he asked.

"Sometimes. Sometimes, we skip on getting any models—of the five of us, Bile's not all that interested in building models. He'll only get and then build one to pass the time away, or when he doesn't have anything to do." Lazeer replied.

While keeping an eye on the shadow, that his father was projecting on the wall that was nearly six inches away, he worked on his model and engaged him in conversation. He bet his honestly in saying that he and his brothers got just one to two models a month was a load and a half off the man's shoulders; the man was probably wondering if he was going to be throwing oodles and globs of cash at him and his brothers so they could do an endless amount of model building a month or something. If the man had asked him about it, he would of said the honest truth about their model building being nothing more than a hobby—while taken seriously, it wasn't an obsession. If they got a model, they were happy and, if they didn't... well, they'd still be happy because there were other things out there that they could do and that'd take up their time. He and his brothers weren't a homebody type of people—even Guyunis, who started being so shy and reluctant to be away from any of them, or the place that they were staying in, wasn't a homebody type of person.

"Of what I gave you, what's left over?" his father asked.

While he didn't dawdle in answering the question, he did have a mild panic attack—while he didn't spend all of what he received on the ninth in one go, he did spend nearly all of it a few days later. After receiving his allowance, he spent about €8 of it on his magazines before pocketing the rest for another day; on the eleventh, he went out to do a restock on supplies for his pets. After spending €15 on the crickets, wax worms, tomato worms, and moist bits, he started to leave the community center. The two models—one of a crashed plane and the other of a wrecked pirate boat—were on display in one of the center's shop's windows; he was instantly drawn to them and, seeing as he liked them so much, he bought and then brought them home. The €35 model, that he was building, had cost him more than the other, which cost him €25. Since he was in the shop, he went on and did a restock on model paint and glue too, which cost him an additional €10. Up to his going out to take a little walk around the neighborhood on the thirteenth, he had €5 to his name.

He found €10 on the side of the road yesterday, and €20 today while he was in town, just checking things out and getting some fresh air, so he went from being nearly broke to pretty wealthy in nothing flat—course, he wasn't to tell a soul on this. For all he knew, the old foggy might get on him for taking cash that was lying out and about, and his sister might snap at him for taking money up from the filthy ground. If anyone found out, then started clawing at his backside about his having it, he'd just quote the old Finders Keepers thing—it was lying on the ground; he found and decided to take upon the chance presented to him to take it before anyone else came across or took it for themselves.

Since he mostly grabbed a cigarette from either Lhaklar, Guyunis, or Hazaar, he didn't have to worry about throwing any of what he found on something to smoke. He could use it on something else, or just hang onto it until the month was nearly through, or until something came up and he needed to use it. Two of his Emperor Newts were looking rather round, and they, and the third one that was with them, did need a bigger cage, so he might use what he found on getting them a new cage and some stuff to fill it with. If he came across anymore dough in the weeks to come, he'd do the same thing in picking it up then stuffing it in his pocket—it was lying on the ground, and had no name-tag on it, so it was perfectly legal for him to take it.

"Thirty," he lied.

"You didn't spend all of it in one day? Surprised over that, son. Was expecting for all one hundred to be spent in nothing flat."

"Gotta keep some of it—need some revenue to survive the rest of the month."

"Thanks for reminding me to put a lock on your door."

"The door might get a lock put on it but you can't lock my window." he stopped the work on his model to turn then wink at his father.

"No, but I can very well position Zanra outside your window—she barks, your mother and I come rushing, then you're pulled back in."

"Thanks for warning me about your security system, I'll be sure to get a plane ticket to Switzerland and then pack and be out of here long before tonight's over."

"Funny, son."

Even though he meant to put them away, so his father and sister wouldn't see them, he had somehow forgotten to do so. After his father came into his room, then checked out his model and spoke to him, he moved off to make his rounds of checking his frogs and other out-and-about items. During his doing this, he came across the little article and cartoon that his brother cut from the paper that was put out on June 11 and 12.

He and his family were on the news, and in the papers, everywhere after the human who took their picture sold it, then gave all of what he acquired after going into Aldi Market to the newspaper outlet that he went to. While he and his family's little outing to the store was made known to everyone, they weren't bothered by anyone who worked for the newspaper or news channels. They were left alone, which was a big relief to both of his parents and to him and his siblings—with everyone now knowing about his father and sister being in the shield, and knowing that his father was his mother's husband, and that Eshal was her daughter, they had expected for the constant knocking to doorbell ringing to happen and for him and his brothers to be followed incessantly by people who worked for the news outlets.

Normal-day people, and the people who ran the news, were going crazy with their speculations on what was going on with his family. While he had a feeling that Mr. Leinart, and the others who ran the Chancellery, were remaining as tight-lipped as could be on what was learned, something told him that they'd not be able to do so for long—the exercising of the country's Informationsfreiheitsgesetze, or Freedom of Information law, was said to be done soon; no one could really keep anything back after that was exercised, sadly.

The two items, that his father found and then picked up, were on his dresser. While the article was on his family, the cartoon was in reference to his mother's father—on the twelfth, at around noon, Master Vile, who he wouldn't dare call his grandfather in this life or the next, was cited as saying that all willing, non-Earth parties who were looking for a new planet to reside on could now move and settle in among the humans that he ruled over on the other side of the planet. With his conquest of the North and South American continents going the way it did, and with the people of them continents not liking him the way they did, it was no surprise about the backlash that was going on in regards to the man's "declaration" on other people now being allowed to come in to populate the part of the planet that he had control of. The cartoon showed the man as looking a bit cowardly towards a horde of silhouettes that were carrying North and South American flags; while he had a bull whip and chair in his hands, and was standing, he was hunched over and looked rather nervous of the ones who were lunging, pointing, and yelling at him.

Lhaklar cut both items from the paper but, instead of taking them to his room, then filing them wherever he was putting the other items that he clipped from the paper, he left them on either the dining room table or one of the kitchen counters. He took them up with the intention of keeping them until his brother asked about them; once his brother started asking about them, he'd say that he had them. He'd give them to him after doing so.

"In a way, son, I understand how the ones who live overseas feel on what my nephew is doing. It's much too early to start the process of integrating the ones of this world with the ones who live in the other worlds of the Universe." his father said after taking the cartoon up then looking at it. "A quick lesson, son, that I shall give you now lies in how a conqueror goes by conquering a specific realm that's remote, or that boasts folk who don't know or have a small understanding to what's around them—it's best have the people of that realm settle down to their new way of life, and to accept who their new ruler is, and it's best to give it ten to twenty years before gradual integration is done. Small pockets of other realm folk are permitted to move in, and establish themselves, at a time; once its noted that tensions are low, and that the already resident occupants of the planet are accepting of the ones who've moved in among them, a larger amount of folk are allowed in. Careful monitoring, and assistance, is suppose to be given to both parties."

"Take it that Master Vile's not going to do that?" Lazeer asked. While he had no interest in being a conqueror, or in being evil, he was interested in how it went after one conquered a specific planet or galaxy and then started bringing other folk in to populate it.

While he wanted to say no, he decided to lie and say doubt it instead. His nephew, while barely into his hundred thousands, and while only having three galaxies and a single planet to his name, was both taught and knew well how to conquer and integrate people of other races to those that had either a basic understanding or no understanding or inkling to there being others out there that were sentient or to there being realms beyond the one that they lived on; despite this, he still preferred to be fast in integrating one species with another. Going by example of what happened with the Dark Galaxy, which boasted several planets that were either remote or had folk on them that didn't know or had a small understanding of the realm that they were in, and of what was around them, and which was in his nephew's control, he knew that Vile wasn't going to monitor or assist any of the people that moved to Earth or any of the people that were born and raised on Earth—the poor souls who decided to move to Earth were going to be on their own. They were also going to be met with a lot of prejudice, sadly.

What got him was the fact that, instead of doing things slowly, by integrating small units of people to a realm that boasted folk who were unaware of how big the Universe was, or of how many galaxies there were out there, or that there were other sentient peoples out there, his nephew just threw the doors open. He let anyone and everyone in and he turned a blind eye to who moved in; this, to him, was sloppy conquering and rulership and he frowned on it greatly. No one, not even Vile's own parents, were able to change the way he did this. Going by how long it took the people who roamed the surface of WHN 0A and QU-49, the sixth and thirtieth planets in the Dark Galaxy, to accept the ones who were allowed to come in and integrate among them, he knew that it was going to take a while for the humans to calm down and accept whoever it was that was to become their other worldly neighbors.

The humans, though categorized as a Survivor Species, for their ability in being able to survive certain situations that put a lot of stress on a species, and that caused several forms of a planet's present life to either go extinct or be culled down in numbers, were very well known to be prejudice to the members of their own kind. They had a way of being negative towards folk who had dark skin, or practiced a certain religion that was different or not as well known as the other religions that were practiced on the planet, or for having an attraction to their same gender, or for speaking a little different, or for not having a good vocabulary, or for speaking a language that was different or that wasn't well known, and, for reasons that no one was really able to understand, they also acted negatively towards certain morales and to where one stood on the social ladder. It was on record that the mass use of racial prejudice that the humans showed to their own kind spanned up to the late twenty-ninth century; while it was still shown by some people on the planet, it wasn't as widely seen anymore. Going by the history that was known on the species, if he had to make any guesses on how long it was going to take for the humans to settle down towards the ones who relocated to their planet, he'd bank on it being anywhere between a thousand to two thousand years. Angel had sure been sympathetic to both parties—the ones who live in North and South America, who went through so much in a year's time, and the ones who were about to take up residence on the planet and then experience more than their fair share of specieal prejudice.

With knowing what was to happen on the planet in the coming months to years, he really did wish that the first month of his and his family's stay here wasn't dropped, or that the agreed six month stay would be dropped. He really didn't want his wife or sons on the planet when all the prejudice with the humans towards the other races that moved in among them started.

"Take its the fact that Angel's the planet's heroine, and the boys are her sons, that keeps her and them from being wrongly persecuted." he thought before making the decision to leave his son's room.

Except for all that he and his family had experienced in the last four days, nothing really eventful had happened in the house. After learning about Angel's interest in making "Snow Cream", he had made the decision to see about getting some of the snow that fell on Fulnoos, one of the three moons that orbited Moas, for her after the move from the planet was done. It snowed eight months out of the year on that moon, and the snow was always fluffy and healthy, so it'd be perfectly fine, and safe, for her to use for her peculiar little dessert. According to Eshal, it was an easy recipe to make; it consisted of a cup of milk, a third cup of granulated sugar, a teaspoon of vanilla extract, a pinch a salt, and eight cups of snow. Two of the containers of "Snow Cream", that Angel made a few days ago, had sprinkles in them while the others were bare of anything. While the dessert was good, he wasn't but so favoring towards it, since the taste was pretty basic in comparison to the flavors of ice cream that he preferred to dine on. Angel, the boys, and Eshal were the ones to do most of the indulging; he just ate a bowl and a half of it before leaving the rest to them.

Seeing as the boys had such an interest in playing in and with the snow, he had made automatic plans on, one day, taking them, and Angel, to Fulnoos as a sort of vacation thing. He bet they'd like that.

With his grandfather's, father's, Kuruk's, and Trobrencus's exits of the planet nearly two months ago, it'd be a while longer before the weather shaped up to being what it was before he destroyed the atmospheres. On estimate, he guessed that it'd take another month to two months before everything evened out and returned to normal with the weather. He bet the humans would enjoy that—there was sure a lot of groaning going on about it... along with paying special attention to the news that was revolving around his and his daughter being sighted with his wife and sons, and on that cashier blurting all of what she was told by his wife, he was keeping good tabs on how the humans were faring with the continuous erratic weather.

Ribbit!

He was just about to leave the room when the animal gave out its call. His son laughed at his pet polliwog's decision in making noise before he exited the room, while he just left the room silently. It seemed that, whenever he came into his lastborn son's room, he'd hear a croak right before he left it. His son thought it was hilarious while he was slightly annoyed by it—instead of making their noise only at nighttime, they made most of their calls then. About ten to fifteen percent of the calls were made during the morning and afternoon hours. His staff were aware of his sons' pets, so there'd be no surprises in that area for anyone who lived and worked under his roof after the move was done; with his not having much contact with the Surfeit side of his family over the last few months, and with his deciding to keep them in the dark on what was going on with him and his, they didn't know about his sons' pets. While leaving his son's room, and trying to rein-in his annoyance over one of his son's pets making a sound, yet again, when he left it, he thought back to what one of his stepfather's text messages said.

Vile was found guilty of assault of his stepfather's secondborn son and was both cuffed and carted to jail on the twenty-sixth of May. His court case, while strong and based on two similar charges, wasn't going in his favor. His nephew was saying that the assault was justified, seeing as his sons attacked him, and were "illegal parties" on his planet that he was only trying to capture and then remove—despite the call of his sons only fighting him in their own defense, the judges of the five courts that the case was pushed through hadn't reached a verdict that he was content with. At the moment, he and Vile were warring on Brol, a planet that was untouchable by people who conquered, and where the Elder Courts were held on. Yesterday, after watching one of the films that his wife was associated with, he received word via his cellular that he was needed to be at the Elder Courts on the fourteenth to see the verdict—the Elder Courts were the highest court known out there in the Universe but, beside this, and his case's strong points, he had a feeling deep within his gut that they weren't to be giving out the desired verdict. Vile had spoken and shown a bunch of lies and falsified documents over the last few weeks that the three judges seemed to agree with. With his being too afraid to leave Earth, and conduct issues both in court and on Moas, he hadn't been able to denounce any of what his nephew was presenting to the courts.

In a way, he was scared of the outcome of this court appearance. This was really the only other court system that he could go through on his issue; problems, on his end, could happen if the verdict came through on behalf of his nephew—while he and his family were safe now, thanks to the protective shields that his wife placed over this part of the planet, which had yet to be downed, they might not be so safe after the move to Moas was done. His sons, and his wife, might be a little upset after the move to Moas was done but, if the verdict was in favor of Vile instead of him, he'd not be letting them go out on their own—there was no way in hell that he was going to let Vile have the chance in offing one of his offspring, or take his wife from him, when they were out in the nearby town or cities or doing whatever they were given permission to do that was away from home. With Moas being in the M-51 Galaxy, the place of his, his nephew's, and all of the rest of his family's birth and raising, and with his nephew being in control of that galaxy, he wouldn't put it against his nephew to be on the look-out for his children, or wife, after the move was done.

"The boys are of the Strong Elite, yes, but they're no match for Vile. Angel might be able to fend her father off in trying to protect them but, when they're alone, they wouldn't be able to do so. Vile's a grown man and the boys are teenagers; the scales are much too unbalanced to favor them in victory if they found themselves as having to come against him." he thought while going down to the living room, where he thought he'd have a little chance to unwind his nervousness before the rest of his family returned home.