Begala is facing punishment!

Begala had messed up. Bad. She didn't mean anything by it, honestly! But, it had just happened! She'd sneezed while holding her laser sword. Then she flinched, just a minor inch or so an off the ambassador she was guarding's nose. She didn't see what the big deal was, the guy had a two foot long nose. But now, here she was, getting chewed out by the council.

"Never should have let her in our illustrious institution," Said master Mindow, a long headed thin hairless alien.

"Her race is too primitive," The tiny master Bondo said. Begala rolled her eyes. He was a three foot tall frog, calling her uninvolved? Sure, he was the most powerful in their order, but he caught bugs with his tongue!

"They weren't ready to join our ranks."

"I disagree," Said Master Yawdow, the finest laser swordsmen and the only member of the council she respected. "With proper discipline she will be ready."

"What do you suggest?" Master Bondo asked.

"I say we give her a choice," Yawdow explained. "Begala, you may either accept a very humbling punishment, or take whatever assignment we feel inclined to give you for the next year."

The others nodded in agreement. They were probably having a telepathic conversation and cutting her out, as always.

"What do you choose?" He asked.