Xenocracy-3AA

“What?”  It’s not the most elegant response, but it’s the best you can do.  You know you weren’t given a diplomatic position for a good reason.  You throw a glance back at the door where the guard should be, and he’s gone.

He really wasn’t all that committed to his duties, you think to yourself.

“No one was supposed to find out until it was too late,” Edgar growls as he waves his gun in the air.

“I don’t get it,” you mumble.  “You’re the one who sabotaged the plumbing?”

Edgar nodded, his hand still gripping his gun tightly.

“I don’t get it,” you mumble.  “You’re trying to bring down the new government by messing with the toilets?  That’s the sort of prank that rowdy teenagers play, not revolutionaries!”

“It is when you back up the toilets with toxic materials that will kill anyone who wanders in,” Edgar explains.  “We all have to use the toilet now and again, after all.  That toxic sludge will shut this building down for weeks.  It’ll certainly cause enough chaos for an uprising.”

You nod.  It makes sense in an odd way.  “Okay.  I’m with you.  You can still kill them, though.”  I gesture toward the stunned council members.

Hey.  What can I say?  I only worked for the new xenocracy for the money.  When it came down to it, I was all for humans regaining control of the planet.  Especially if it meant I wouldn’t get shot at that moment.

Edgar grinned.  “Let’s do this.”