Just as the Queen's face darkened and the ministers fell silent, the bridge's communications suddenly lit up.
A burly Skrull with a fierce-looking face appeared in the holographic projection. It was Kalrute, the Empire's general known as the foremost Super Skrull.
"Your Majesty." The general bowed.
"Kalrute." The Queen seemed to have found someone to rely on and relaxed considerably.
Kalrute did not waste words and went straight to the point. "I already know what happened. I hope you will order the First Legion and me to withdraw from the battlefield against the Kree. The people need me now."
The Queen sighed, covering her face with one hand. "Our homeworld is gone. Our homeland is gone. We must avenge them."
"Of course, Your Majesty. But first, we need to establish a new base. We cannot have you and all these lords drifting through space." Kalrute was quite intelligent. Though he did not agree with the Queen's revenge plan, he phrased it tactfully.
"Yes, Your Majesty. The general is right. Many of the lords are not suited to life in space." The court minister immediately voiced his agreement.
Skrulls were different from the Kree, where everyone was a soldier. Many Skrulls had no combat ability at all.
In the Kree Empire, rank was generally tied to strength. However much merit one had, that was the level of office one received.
But in the Skrull Empire, becoming an official required considering many factors. First, one needed noble status. Then there was the purity of one's bloodline, one's social connections, whether one's family had money, and all sorts of other matters.
Without power or influence, even if one could shatter the heavens, one could only be a tool.
Someone like Karluk represented another extreme.
He came from a powerful noble family. His great-grandmother