Big Dicc Marty
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"Councilman."
A growing list of things to manage. Planet Guard and Black Wall bricks sent reports of skirmishes and passing encounters across the eastern border of the Collective.
"Councilman, I have information for you."
The first time they had to deal with Senti fighting back. Starting fights. A few crushed ships later and they still continue. Black fleets, not the sweet honey colors of Katamura. The Senti were pacifist, they had no military, no army, no fleet but home.
A small stack of papers and drive set down on the table he watched, seeing the familiar years of only blue dancing holographic units with red dots. The Councilman of Conflict looked to his secretary, a long standing ally of his. She bit him a few times, metaphorically. He would thrash when mountains of work piled on his desk or when he took a new project, so she always bit and dropped one task on his table
It was besides the point, he wished, she looked like she would bite again if he didn't look at this so very important stack of paper and drive.
"Yes, Acfera?"
"The drive contains a broadcast from Shurista, the mining flotilla of the Senti."
"Odd." He raised his head from his hands and picked the drive up, adding another scratch to the port on the side of the table as he fumbled to insert it.
"There was a coup." The woman added, as if building to reciting prose. She was prideful and sometimes theatrical. He usually dampened his expectations.
As the Councilman tapped on the small projections that were a file directory, pausing,
"COUNWARN Skydas" The woman replied. She was also a stickler for passwords and security even if the damn thing she brought was hand carried by herself. Maybe old habits of the Planetary Guard.
He opened the file after another try for spelling, sitting up to watch the holographic screen held at his eye level. It was hard for her to follow off of anything but the sound, the screen expanded a few inches into a scatter as a form of privacy screen. But she knew what it was, she was almost brimming with excitement from being one of the first to watch it.
The Councilman watched as the exhausted and tired expression brought together to worry and seriousness.
"Mendicant already has this?" He asked to Acfera, turning from the few degrees of readability he had.
Acfera nodded, "She has already cross referenced any available data."
"Thank you." He looked back to the screen of holographic pixels and asked to the air, "Mendicant, give me bullet points of the people here."
A web extended from the screen, each pointing at one face and extending to a few points of each person and their name or title. The stronger woman before the Shuristan council, he read her as Rustybe. Goddess of Wrath. Xenocidal. The few councilmen there weren't all the interesting past the smirk they gave him with their disobedience. Goddess of wrath she was, awful pissy and stuck up. She threw knives like she threw a tantrum and spoke a lot for a people she hated.
He was glad to have unleashed the Metallurgists on Katamura.
The Councilman continued watching the video play out, watching the historian as Mendicant pointed out. He spoke and was aggrieved and was the Councilmans personal favorite.
He paused the video and looked to his secretary, "We are at war, then? This is war?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair and made the mental tools to think of what needed, could be done.
Acfera nodded. "The black ships are not of Shuristan or any known flotilla origin. I already asked Mendicant, she gave the reports from information research and scavenge specialists on the front. Oxidized burial steel. A bit reactive and touchy. It's from the Skydas fleet, the old war machine almost a hundred million years ago. They eradicated an interstellar species bigger than us, as the lore is told."
He nodded and closed the video. "We are to prepare graves?"
"Not exactly," Acfera added, "Their main weapon, Skydas Prime, is destroyed. It was destroyed after their war. We have plenty a chance. However, the Senti may rally behind her. The Skydas flotilla alone, if the legends have any truth, will likely cause more desperation than the First Berserker War."
"Does the rest of the council know?" He questioned.
"No."
The laugh that followed afterwards was almost hysterical, but was entirely born out of nervousness for what kind of grave they dug up fighting the Katamurans, "When was the last time we had an emergency meeting! An immediate one?"
"Not since, well since the Voyager Houses attacked Mendicant." She replied with a growing worry at whatever manic hell she saw born in the man shed known as almost lazy.
"It is about time to have another, no? Call the council together, let's prepare a briefing and get opinions. Let's let Advancement have her little laugh at me." The Councilman shot up in his chair and turned the table off, quickly hurrying off down the shifting concrete halls of the Council House to the room itself. To go set his shoes on the grand desk and declare war.
A growing list of things to manage. Planet Guard and Black Wall bricks sent reports of skirmishes and passing encounters across the eastern border of the Collective.
"Councilman, I have information for you."
The first time they had to deal with Senti fighting back. Starting fights. A few crushed ships later and they still continue. Black fleets, not the sweet honey colors of Katamura. The Senti were pacifist, they had no military, no army, no fleet but home.
A small stack of papers and drive set down on the table he watched, seeing the familiar years of only blue dancing holographic units with red dots. The Councilman of Conflict looked to his secretary, a long standing ally of his. She bit him a few times, metaphorically. He would thrash when mountains of work piled on his desk or when he took a new project, so she always bit and dropped one task on his table
It was besides the point, he wished, she looked like she would bite again if he didn't look at this so very important stack of paper and drive.
"Yes, Acfera?"
"The drive contains a broadcast from Shurista, the mining flotilla of the Senti."
"Odd." He raised his head from his hands and picked the drive up, adding another scratch to the port on the side of the table as he fumbled to insert it.
"There was a coup." The woman added, as if building to reciting prose. She was prideful and sometimes theatrical. He usually dampened his expectations.
As the Councilman tapped on the small projections that were a file directory, pausing,
"COUNWARN Skydas" The woman replied. She was also a stickler for passwords and security even if the damn thing she brought was hand carried by herself. Maybe old habits of the Planetary Guard.
He opened the file after another try for spelling, sitting up to watch the holographic screen held at his eye level. It was hard for her to follow off of anything but the sound, the screen expanded a few inches into a scatter as a form of privacy screen. But she knew what it was, she was almost brimming with excitement from being one of the first to watch it.
The Councilman watched as the exhausted and tired expression brought together to worry and seriousness.
"Mendicant already has this?" He asked to Acfera, turning from the few degrees of readability he had.
Acfera nodded, "She has already cross referenced any available data."
"Thank you." He looked back to the screen of holographic pixels and asked to the air, "Mendicant, give me bullet points of the people here."
A web extended from the screen, each pointing at one face and extending to a few points of each person and their name or title. The stronger woman before the Shuristan council, he read her as Rustybe. Goddess of Wrath. Xenocidal. The few councilmen there weren't all the interesting past the smirk they gave him with their disobedience. Goddess of wrath she was, awful pissy and stuck up. She threw knives like she threw a tantrum and spoke a lot for a people she hated.
He was glad to have unleashed the Metallurgists on Katamura.
The Councilman continued watching the video play out, watching the historian as Mendicant pointed out. He spoke and was aggrieved and was the Councilmans personal favorite.
He paused the video and looked to his secretary, "We are at war, then? This is war?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair and made the mental tools to think of what needed, could be done.
Acfera nodded. "The black ships are not of Shuristan or any known flotilla origin. I already asked Mendicant, she gave the reports from information research and scavenge specialists on the front. Oxidized burial steel. A bit reactive and touchy. It's from the Skydas fleet, the old war machine almost a hundred million years ago. They eradicated an interstellar species bigger than us, as the lore is told."
He nodded and closed the video. "We are to prepare graves?"
"Not exactly," Acfera added, "Their main weapon, Skydas Prime, is destroyed. It was destroyed after their war. We have plenty a chance. However, the Senti may rally behind her. The Skydas flotilla alone, if the legends have any truth, will likely cause more desperation than the First Berserker War."
"Does the rest of the council know?" He questioned.
"No."
The laugh that followed afterwards was almost hysterical, but was entirely born out of nervousness for what kind of grave they dug up fighting the Katamurans, "When was the last time we had an emergency meeting! An immediate one?"
"Not since, well since the Voyager Houses attacked Mendicant." She replied with a growing worry at whatever manic hell she saw born in the man shed known as almost lazy.
"It is about time to have another, no? Call the council together, let's prepare a briefing and get opinions. Let's let Advancement have her little laugh at me." The Councilman shot up in his chair and turned the table off, quickly hurrying off down the shifting concrete halls of the Council House to the room itself. To go set his shoes on the grand desk and declare war.