Xyler handed me Jaxor. “He needs his diaper changed.”

I grimaced. Lordy, was he ripe.

“Download all your scans of the in-between to my computer,” Sariel instructed.

“Okay, give me a minute.”

Alora rushed up and gave me Jaxor’s diaper bag. “The medics had it.”

I sensed her unease. “Are you okay?”

“I have dealt with dangerous warriors for many years, but your family makes most of them look like Petkas.”

“Petkas?”

Xyler flashed me the image of a rabbit looking critter. “They are extremely harmless creatures.”

“Oh, gotcha.” I sat Jaxor on a console and retracted his armor.

“You will not change that child’s diaper on my bridge,” Sariel roared.

Alora flinched.

I gave him the evil eye. “Stop yelling! You do not want to piss me off. That psycho snake bitch ate five hundred pounds of chocolate. That’s everything in the entire store.” I stabbed Sariel in the chest with my index finger. “Do you know how many pieces I got to eat?”

Sariel shook his head.

“Two pieces. And, I had to stroke her cloaca, which is basically her ass.”

Sariel, the most feared Askole warrior in the galaxy, took a step back.

“It’s also that time of the month and I’m a bit cranky. No. Let me be completely honest.”

“Let’s not,” Dad muttered under his breath.

“I’m homicidal. I really need to kill something. Do you want me to start with you?”

Kaelen scooped me up and teleported.