Hi all!

I was really wondering whether I shouldn't post any more here. A lot has changed here, but I think it's great that I
1. Have my old username again and
2. The FFs are now finally sorted according to the first letter, which I personally find a lot better and clearer.
I hope the commies that I received from Gestirn, blackmoonlight and mouse were really meant for my FF, because each of them said "angel + blood and curse". If so, then thanks to you guys, I was very happy.
Go on. Today there is a new character.

Yert paced restlessly up and down. Again and again he glanced briefly at the monitor. The radar had been showing the same picture for hours: three space capsules that seemed to be heading inexorably towards their planet.
Maybe he was worrying unnecessarily and these people didn't want to go to Krawa at all. Or else he watched her downfall here as he drew closer and closer ...
Flou, one of his soldiers, had told him that General Ressja would come by in person later to see the situation. Great.He was looking forward to it.
For three whole days he was allowed to rest in front of his father, for three days he had time to digest the insults and accusations he had thrown at him, for three days he had thought about whether Ressja, the great general, maybe not right. Ultimately, he had decided that it wasn't. He might be different from the general, but that didn't mean he was inept. His strengths lay elsewhere, but someone should make that understandable to his father.
Suddenly the murmuring in the hall died away. All heads turned towards the door and instantly the soldiers present jumped up. Almost automatically every two times their fists clapped together and then they clasped their hands behind their backs. Yert did the same. It was the official greeting for a senior officer, family ties disappeared, only rank and obedience were important.The same game forever.
General Ressja strode across the room almost reverently. The soldiers' eyes were always fixed on one point, no one dared eye contact with the general. With a satisfied expression on his face, his eyes grazed the young and older men until they finally reached Yert. The smile disappeared instantly.
"You are still on course, General," Yert said with a fixed look. Ressja took a quick look at the monitor. The three little green dots moved forward quickly.
"Shall we mobilize the armed forces?" Asked the commander. Ressja turned to his son again and hesitated before answering.
"No, we will wait," he said at last.
Yert had to pull himself together not to say anything. He would have loved to run to his father and shake him! It was just irresponsible of him! Careless, haughty, arrogant!
However, he just swallowed as if he wanted to keep the words on his tongue from leaving his lips.Ressja`s smile returned to his face and again he furtively glanced at the monitor.
"They won't dare attack us," he announced, looking back into the crowd of soldiers who were looking at the ground with a mixture of nervousness and tension. Some looked in his direction, but concentrated conspicuously on some point behind the general so as not to have to look closely at him.
Yert exhaled as silently as possible. Sure, these three people would just turn back and cock their tail in front of the great general! He didn't deny that his father had achieved a lot, but that his name should extend into another galaxy, as the name of this Freezer did, he strongly doubted. Also:
If they were really scared, these three people would not have flown here in the first place ...
But there was no point in silently pondering the futility of his father's actions, thinking up arguments that he would never put to Ressja in any case."But be ready, in case you are so stupid, to ... - oh."
The brief surprise that had smuggled into his hard face gave way to a triumphant smile as he stepped closer to the monitor, as if to make sure that his eyes weren't fooled.
Yert was no less surprised. The three space capsules, which until just a moment ago had been steadily heading towards them, had changed direction from one second to the other and now seemed to be flying a different course. Confused, he looked over his father's shoulder, but didn't move.
“I knew it.” The general pointed with his finger at the green dots, which were now moving away again. A completely unnecessary gesture, because there was certainly no one in the room who hadn't noticed this already.
"They're turning off. Smart guys."
After looking at the monitor for a few more seconds, Ressja turned away from it and went back to the door through which he had come in.He paused for a moment with his back to his soldiers, but then turned around again and looked in Yert's direction.
"In the event that they should come, which I doubt, then I want to be notified."
"Of course, General," Yert assured stiffly and looked into his father's cold blue eyes, which looked like ice water even from this distance. His snow-white hair was cut short and protruded slightly from his head. He was a soldier through and through.
Yert knew that the picture you got of him when you saw him, almost exactly portrayed his character. He was cold, confident, and in some ways aloof. All these people here only had to endure him as a superior; Yert, on the other hand, had this man, who only seemed to live for his job and the duties associated with it, as his father.
Finally Ressja nodded barely noticeably and stepped out the door. Yert breathed a sigh of relief.

That was part four. Hope you enjoyed it.I have not "classified" this chapter, otherwise you find it so bad.
see you soon
.K.