Zeroc Council Of Life
“We have a problem,” Chairseat Jolon says as he addresses his fellow Chairseats, “or more accurately, a development. There is a small faction of humans who don’t wear capes despite representing an organization known as Cape Enterprises, and what’s more, they’d like to aid in our search for the anomaly we detected in the forest.”
“What do you mean or more accurately a development, that’s a huge problem!” Chairseat Kuland bellows from his chair next to ChairElder Ealdra, wishing those who consider themselves to be his peers had elected to send Chairseat Griffin or Chairseat Morwen to invade Earth like he had originally suggested. Even Eulalie would have been a better choice – a healer’s hands are deft and swift. “One can’t find something that doesn’t exist, Jolon, no matter how hard you try! Unless that’s your plan, to distract the humans with a fool’s errand.”
“Now Chairseat Kuland,” ChairElder Ealdra quells, “I don’t believe Chairseat Jolon was finished addressing us. He is your equal, treat him as such.”
“I do, Elder. As the Council’s strategy expert, who, may I add, didn’t appoint himself to the Council, I expect only the most flawless results from myself. Why shan’t I expect the same from the rest of us?”
“Because your high expectations represent your willingness to observe the downfall of your own kind,” Chairseat Gray whispers through bearded lips.
A silence is drawn from the Chairseats.
“Now, Chairseat Jolon, as you were saying?”
“Conveniently enough,” Chairseat Jolon says through clenched teeth whilst making direct eye contact with Chairseat Kuland, “while the craft I designed specifically for this invasion was making its approach, I was performing some geographical scans and… there is a strange anomalous signal that does occasionally ping from the area.”
Nine pairs of eyebrows ranging from shades of lustrous silver to weathered gray rise to the ceiling.
“All right Powwow, you have my attention.”
“Good Kuland, I’m glad you could catch up. Now, it’s in the shape of a mountain, the anomaly, and it’s located in the patch of forest between the currently deserted residential area and the lower of the two lakes. The very same patch of forest, may I remind the Council, that Admiral Bolt was instructed to investigate with his strike teams. The fact that all of these separate events – including events that we originally made up – the fact that they’re all occurring synchronously is… most unsettling, to say the least. I fear we may have stumbled into something not even Agartha would have been able to predict.”
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