Journey Through Oblivion | A SuperRoboMechaForceFive (TMNT 2012) fanfiction

Galgria—Present Day—2096

For the Princess of Galgria, temper tantrums of colossal proportions were not out of the ordinary. In fact, they happened at such frequent intervals that hardly anyone was surprised by their blissful morning being interrupted by the eldest-to-the-throne marching across the courtyard, trailed ever closely by her pleading father and the captain of the royal guard—who looked as though he would have, at this moment, rather been assigned anywhere else.

Princess Elillia Vander; the most beautiful girl on the planet, first in line for the kingdom's throne...and the biggest piece of work imaginable. What she wanted, she got, and there was not a soul in the cosmos who would dare stand against her, lest they face her wrath.

So, clearly, someone had chosen to stand against her.

"Elillia, please! See reason!" her father begged, trailing right at her heels, cape and crown glinting in the early morning light. "This is for your own good!"

"NO!" came her scream as she blew past the first battalion and stormed back inside the castle. "I will not do this!" Guards stood to attention but she flew past them without any kind of acknowledgement. "You can't make me go!"

"Your Highness, please, just stop for a moment and listen to what your father is saying!" the squadron's leader suggested, sheathing his weapon and overtaking the king's pace to follow his charge up the stairs. "The ISA has asked for you specifically! You should feel honored to represent Galgria this year! Your mother and father worked so hard on the Universal Treaty, the most you can do is show a little respect for them!"

"Thank you, Liasion," the king huffed.

"A little respect?" Elilla snapped, reaching the top of the stairs and whirling to face the two men beneath her. Her father winced, but Liasion, most likely so far accustomed to her outbursts, did not waver. "To a bunch of no good, underclass worms who don't give the first crystal about the treaty or us?"

Liasion's jaw clenched. "With all due respect, Princess, the Interuniversal Space Armada is far from underclass. They maintain peace among the realms—"

"They maintain peace for themselves," Elillia shot back, gripping the marble railing so tightly her knuckles whitened. "They let the war happen. They watched from their glass towers while my—" Her voice wavered for just a fraction of a second, but she smoothed it over with sheer force of will, continuing to glare down at him. "While Galgria bled."

Her father reached out a hand to soothe her, but she stepped back, eyes flashing. She crossed her arms firmly, her decision made.

"Elillia," the king said warily. "We have been over this. What happened...it was a long time ago."

Yes. They had. More times than she could count. And yet, here they were again, with him expecting her to bow her head and smile as if history had not already written its verdict...as if none of it had ever happened.

But it has. And it's all their fault. And what did ISA do to help us? Nothing. They don't deserve us. Galgria started this alliance, but they've proven we are the only ones we can rely on.

She turned on her heel and strode down the hall, her footsteps echoing off the polished stone. "I will not be paraded around like some prize. I will not waste my time playing diplomat to people who don't care."

"The council has decided." Liasion was moving again, his boots clicking steadily behind her. "Your transport leaves at noon."

Curses. They've already said 'yes'. They weren't going to give me the opportunity to refuse. Annoyingly, a smart move.