>>6158120“Really? You think weaklings like yourself have the authority to threaten me?” you say, focusing your mind. Unleashing your telekinesis by leveling your left hand at the lot, you grab them, vehicles and all, lifting the lot of them further and further up into the air. The uniformed men shout in surprise, trying to turn their handheld weapons on you as others scream, trying to flee from the display of power. You hoist them higher and higher, until they're level with the fourth row of windows on the nearest building. Holding them in place, you then fly up, drifting directly up to the one who'd spoken before as he's held suspended midair upside down. “I'm done asking nicely, this is your last chance. Take me to the leader of your world, right now. Or I kill you like the worm you are. Do. You. Understand?”
“Y-Y-Y-Yes s-sir!” he manages to stutter out, clearly frightened by even this simple display of power. Satisfied, you then start lowering them all back down, even setting the people back down on their feet. Yet the experience was so disorienting for them, beings who probably haven't ever been held suspended like this from their reactions, that most can't even keep their balance, falling over. But the bearded man, made of slightly tougher stuff than the rest gets his people under control. “Listen up! We're going to escort our otherworldly guests, form an escort around them! If you would, sir, please follow me.”
“Thank you for your cooperation. Becoming a member of the PTO goes far smoother when you cooperate, and your will be treated better, from what I hear.” you rpely, the man getting back in his vehicle as you turn to Cui and his men.
“Lock up your pods and follow me.” you say, the five saluting, grabbing their remotes to lock up the pods then slipping them either back into their gloves or bracers before flying over to you, The six of you, surrounded by more than two dozen vehicles with the annoying sirens and flashing lights then take off after the lead vehicle. Which, despite achieving flight, these craft are still rather slow. Your grandchildren move faster than this running, but accept this as the pace they move. However, as the minutes go on, you realize that this group is headed outside the city. Seeing this, you fly up level to the lead vehicle, tapping on its left side window. Which rolls down, the bearded man looking nervous as he grips a steering wheel.
“Wh-What's the matter, G-General?” he asks, only glancing your way a moment before turning his focus to the road. “Is something wrong?”
“Is your world's ruler not living in that city?” you ask, to which he shakes his head. “I see. Tell me, who IS the ruler of your planet?”
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