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Kara walked into the armory room where Alex was training fiercely. She was fighting two men and one woman at once. She stood on her toes and when she noticed Kara there she said, "At ease soldiers. We will reconvene in an hour."

They agreed and left.

Kara looked at her childhood friend.

Then Alex asked, "So it was that bad, huh?"

"It was worse. I may have accidentally caused a war. I made a terrible mistake!" Kara said grieved.

Alex looked at her with sympathy and than she said, "If it comes to that we will be ready for them."

"I don't want to cause a war! I'm going in front of the council to plead to them to agree to approve a ball between Daxamites and Krytonians."

Alex laughed, "Are you telling me we could go to war over a party?"

Kara groaned, "Yes. It's all that Daxamite Prince jerk's fault!"

"I would assume so. I highly doubt that you would suggest to throw a party." Alex said.

"Yeah." Kara said feeling degraded.

"Do not worry so much Kara. You will do a great job."

Kara looked at her best friend unsure.

"I don't know about that. Look at what happened. Look what I caused. I know we are all given the careers by sophisticated systems and a test by superior computer programs but I always thought and believed it would choose something for me where I could make a real difference, where I could help people. Then it did and I trained and trained to have a chance to make a difference. I finally had a chance and I ruined it!"

"It's not over yet Kara. You were meant to do great things and you will. You can convince them. I know it seems impossible right now but if anyone can do the impossible it's you." Alex reassured her.

"Thanks but do you ever think that maybe the computer programs could be wrong about what career we're meant to do?"

"No. I could not imagine doing anything else. I am a born soldier and you are a born diplomat. You are good at this you just have to give yourself a chance."

"I suppose so."

"Good."

Then suddenly the monitor on the wall started to make noise they both turned their attention to it. Suddenly an image of a Daxomite soldier came on the screen, she could tell from the Daxomite emblem on the corner of his chest.

"Greetings Kryptonians we come in peace!"He said very loudly.

Then Mon-el came into view pulling on him.

"Winn, it worked. Oh, greetings Kryptonians. I am Prince Mon-el and this is my uh advisor Sir Winn Schoutt of Daxom."

Kara gaped at him in fury.

"What do you want?!" She asked with her right hand on her hip.

"I want to talk peace." Mon-el said calmly.

"We had our peace talks and you ruined them. We may very well have war over a party. Isn't that what you wanted? You probably concocted this whole thing so we would have war!"

Mon-el scoffed, "Please do you really think I'm that clever?"

Kara laughed at him.

Then Mon-el said, "What I mean is..."

He suddenly was a loss for words and looked to Winn for assistance.

Winn patted him on the back.

Then Mon-el said, "I want peace. I do not wish for war."

"Neither do I." Kara agreed.

"Then you must make sure this Ball is approved by your Grand Council thingy. "

"What about your parents? Could you simply tell them you do not wish to have the ball?"

"I'm not sure if you know how monarchy's work but no one tells the King and Queen what to do."

"I know that but aren't you their spoiled son who gets whatever he asks for?"

"It is about our laws they have to abide by them. For what it is worth I am sorry for how I acted."

Kara gawked at him and said, "I never heard a Daxomite apologize before."

"And I never heard a Kryptonian accept an apology." Mon-el said pointedly.

"Oh, I accept it and I ...I am sorry for myself as well. I usually never let...I never act like that."

"I suppose I brought it out in you then?" Mon-el asked.

"I suppose you did."

"So you will convince them to go on with the Ball?"

"It's what I was going to do anyway." Kara said.

"Well good then. Proceed." Mon-el said as he was ready to turn the transmission off.

"Wait. Mon-el is there anything you can offer as an insentive for the council?"

"Um well we Daxomites know how to throw a good party. Maybe you Kryptonians would actually have fun." Mon-el said.

"I don't think Krytonians and Daxomites share the same concepts of fun."

"Do Kryptonians even have fun?"

"Of course we have fun!"

"Right."

"We do!"

"Whatever you say."

Kara tried to ignore the urge to go on a debate about how Krytonians have fun, she needed to move on and focus on what was important.

"Is there anything else you can promise us that would give them a reason to accept this?"

"How about peace?"

She stared at him and asked, "Could you try harder this is important?"

Mon-el sighed, "I cannot promise anything because this isn't an official meeting as in my parents do not know about it. If I were to promise you something behind their back it could be seen as treason."

"Are you seriously afraid of your parents?" Kara asked skeptical with a little mocking in her voice.

"Of course I am they are the King and Queen, it is resptful to fear them."

Kara gawked at him for a long moment not understanding that logic at all.

Kara breathed out in frustration.

"Fine. I shall try to find a way to convince them. Thanks for the completely pointless call!"

"Your Welcome! If it makes you feel any better you've eased my mind a great deal." Mon-el said a little smugly. He got on her last nerve.

Then his friend whispered something in his ear. He perked up a bit and laughed a little. She hated it when people whispered in front of her not knowing what they were saying.

Then he asked, "How competitive are Kryptonians generally?"

"We are taught not to be competitive with our own people. We all have our own purpose and we work together for a common good."

"Oh." Mon-el said disappointed.

"But against other planets we are very competitive. We pride ourselves in being the best at everything."

There was a triumphant smile begining to form on his face.

"Perfect!" He said as he clapped his hands together.

"What am I missing here?" Kara asked.

"Instead of trying to sale them a simple party between Daxomites and Krytonians. How about you sale them a competition between Daxom and Krypton? We could do a series of dances and compete in it. The people with the best dances win." Mon-el suggested excited.

"Who would decide who wins?" Kara questioned skeptically.

"We could get a panel of professional judges who are from planets we both are allied with."

Kara thought about it for a moment this could actually work. Krytonians were very proud people and they took every opportunity to show other planets their greatness. They would love the chance to show the world how great they were.

Kara nodded her head and said, "Now that is something I can give to the council."

Then Mon-el and Winn both raised their fists in triumph and said, "Yes!"

Then Mon-el said, "I mean good. So we will call you to see how it all went tommorow."

"Can I call you?"

"No. We are opperating on an old system that Daxom has that is forbidden. So please don't tell anyone about this conversation."

Mon-el plead with her.

"I won't. And thank you Prince Mon-el for risking so much to speak with me."

He nodded and said, "And thank you Kara of Krypton."

He then he bowed to her before he ended their connection.

Kara stared at the empty screen for a while still trying to take their conversation in.

Then Alex said, "Well, that was unexpected."

"Yeah."

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