Echo Praelior Chapter 5: We Can't Return Home. We Should Bring a Present
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Chapter 5 of Echo Praelior
“Where are we going?” Cannibal asked as Magna Rex led the group down a series of wide hallways where politicians, servants, and other residents of the palace were bustling to get their jobs done. Nearly everyone they walked passed made a silent nod at Magna Rex due to his new appearance; not being the traditional stumbling down the hallway drunk and vomiting.
“We are going to one of the scientific laboratories. They have something which allows us to go into someone else’s mind. I have done it before with Phadro but you going inside Trogon’s mind honestly worries me.” Magna Rex replied as they reached the end of the walkway and turned right into another wide and busy one.
“Why are you worried for me? I have suffered worse being lost in a part of the universe that I have never explored,” Cannibal replied then thought, ‘And for billions of years with no way to get back home.’
“Trogon’s mind is something of a fear machine. Due to the combined mentality of every soul, there should be about every single fear you can imagine in his mind. Together, he controls it but when someone is messing around in there, it falls apart. Trogon falls apart.”
'Why would they create such a monster?' Cannibal asked quietly.
Trogon heard the thought and decided it would be best to respond, ‘I am not a monster. I am just another person with 200 minds fused together. I may have my problems, but so does anyone with a mind.’
Cannibal thought quietly in his own mental space before responding in the shared one Trogon opened, ‘Where I come from there is no such thing as illness. Technology is so advanced that illness in any form is absent.’
‘If you had brought some of that technology to us instead of just showing up those billions of years ago, you may have returned home by now. Your family has a lot of enemies Cannibal. No matter what anyone says, people can be bought.’ Trogon replied as Rex stopped at a sealed metal door, ‘You have a fear of never returning. As soon as you step into that simulation, you will have to face it.’
“State your name and business.” A palace guard spoke from behind the sealed metal door.
“Magna Rex. We are having another problem with Trogon’s mind. It needs to be immediately resolved.”
The palace guard opened the metal door and motioned the group inside. He sealed it shut once everyone had been accounted for. The room was smaller compared to others in the palace. It was a sphere and had ten tables held diagonally by a robotic arm with a joint that stored the tables in the roof when they weren’t in use. The walls of the room were lined with holographic screens and consoles. The floor was made out pure glass and a bright light shined from the bottom.
Cannibal stepped up to one of the three tables that weren’t stored. It had a cranium shaped device at the top and the rest appeared to be some sort of liquid that would form to the body of the person but also keep it in place. This was designed with Trogon in mind, who started to through insane fits of rage when someone was in his mind.
Trogon started to wonder why Cannibal thought of him as a monster. No one had ever called him that in the palace or outside of it. He always assumed that would change if he ever stepped foot in the I.U.D.B. or Siloteri but he did not expect it from the Falcon family. They were presumably the most progressive on this side of the universe with tales of the Falcon Empire even being banned by the Siloteri.
“Is it my appearance?’ He thought. He looked down at himself and saw nothing but what he usually was forced to wear. It was a red battlesuit with white accents that Rex specifically told Trogon to never take off. But Trogon always wondered why he always had to have it on; even in his own privacy. He then began to wonder why he always needed black bandages around his face. Trogon has never seen himself without the bandages or the armor.
“Trogon!” Skana yelled.
Trogon jumped and saw that the others were already captured and sealed by the liquid in the bed. He lay on it and put his head down. He was no longer in his world but watching his mind through Cannibal’s eyes.
He now understood why Cannibal was afraid of him in the first place.
He wished he never did.
Falcon pushed Corvus on the couch and went on top of him. He growled as Corvus slowly then vigorously started rubbing his bulge that was clearly showing through his pants. He pulled Corvus of the couch and teased him as they both slowly undressed.
Corvus grabbed Falcon’s meat and slowly started stroking it making Falcon toss his head back and moan. Falcon grabbed Corvus and pulled him closer. Beads of sweat went down his chest as Corvus kissed his neck then started to suck his nipple.
Corvus continued his pathway down and Falcon gripped his hair as Corvus was just about to reach Falcon’s hard on. He decided to sit down on the couch behind him and rest as Corvus went to work with his length.
‘Why am I doing this?’ Falcon thought, ‘We had a mission to do. So why am I here wasting time on a recreational activity?’
Falcon pushed Corvus to the ground away from him and stared at his naked body for a second before speaking, “Why do you keep trying to fuck me? You did the same thing yesterday.”
Corvus started rambling, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s your hot, muscular physique. Maybe it’s your deep, almost orgasmic, voice or your tight ass that I would really like to fuck or your dominating presence. Maybe it’s,” Corvus looked for one second before looking at something else inside the ships living area, “how big your dick is. I mean, I don’t know how you look under that mask. Just that your body is very desirable.”
Falcon got off the couch and crouched with Corvus still sitting back on the ground, “How long have you been craving sex?”
Corvus thought back, “I don’t know. Jerking off isn’t cutting it anymore and it’s been billions of years since I’ve been with Rubrum.”
“8 billion years.”
Corvus almost looked back in shock, “That’s twice as long compared to the limit before— “
“People start craving sex.” Falcon finished the sentence. When they were still in the Falcon Empire, a genetic update occurred where any humanoid within the Falcon Empire wasn’t supposed to start having a primal drive for sex until the four billion mark of when they last fucked someone. This was done due to the fact that the primal need time limit, which was about one year, that was originally programmed wasn’t adequate enough for exploratory situations where a person may be stuck in an area of the universe with no contact whatsoever for more than ten billion years; much like the situation the Falcon family was in now.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before when you started having cravings?” Falcon asked as he realized that he stood up, with his hand on his forehead, for more than enough time for Corvus to get up, dressed, and ready to leave. Falcon was still standing naked with the only thing on being his mask. The mask which appeared reminiscent of a falcon, never left his face unless he was in private. The only thing that showed was his bright white hair that Falcon has had since the Experiment.
“Because you don’t have passion,” Corvus said before pressing a button on a holographic screen, “We have to go talk to Kato.” A staircase opened from the floor as Falcon quickly put on his outfit. A green camo shirt with green camo shorts and a black leather jacket. Corvus wore something similar, difference is the jacket was camo green like the rest of the outfit. They were heading out into the jungle of Zotara to find the legendary outlaw.
Falcon took out his phone and touched a few things as soon as they were outside the ship. The ship cloaked itself and took off. It flew high above Corvus and Falcon so that, in the event of an emergency, Falcon could call it and make a quick getaway. Before Falcon put his phone away, he instinctively checked his notifications for news updates. Then he remembered he was far away from any Warp Link and it may take him another billion years just to get a signal.
“Some habits just stay with you for a lifetime.” Falcon muttered as he put his phone away.
Corvus instinctively knew what he was talking about, “I still try and check that emergency locater app to see if there is a ship nearby. While you guys turned that beacon off, I still have it on. I have hope a ship will pass by and we won’t have to continue this ridiculous plan.”
They proceeded through the thick vines and trees that were in their way. They were heading toward a small city that acted as a trading center for one of the major routes between the I.U.D.B. and Siloteri. Kato Slinger was a mysterious one at best. Corvus, during his reconnaissance, could not find a bio other than something labelled “dangerous criminal.”
Falcon motioned Corvus to stop, “Ship is telling me enemies up ahead. Through the trees.”
Corvus realized his bionic eyes weren’t providing an AR view of the jungle, “My eyes aren’t working.”
“My AR vision stopped working.” Corvus informed.
Falcon quickly turned and pulled another pair of eyes from his pockets and gave them to Corvus. Corvus removed both his eyes, bloody and seemingly worn down from use, and placed the new ones in. The white balls transformed back into Corvus’s normal looking, grey eyes. He now had that AR vision.
They both proceeded slowly behind the enemy, eight I.U.D.B. guards dressed in black heavy armor with masks, placed to stand watch over the road for any problems with shipments. Their other job was to watch for the giant animals that were common on Zotara. They were supposed to notify the main city so that others could put up the shields and raise the walls higher.
But, Falcon and Corvus didn’t know this. Falcon attached each soldier to the other in a mind link. This meant that whatever happened to one happened to all the others. Corvus stabbed one in the back and the rest fell at the same time, unconscious.
“There has to be a hatch that takes them somewhere underground. They wouldn’t walk miles.” Corvus commented as he looked around.
Falcon crouched under a huge tree that was next to them and saw a circular hatch inside, “Found it but look up.”
Corvus crouched and went inside and saw a sprawling tree filled with interconnected branches. It was pretty much hollow inside except for the shrubbery and vines that were inside it. Plans, insects, predators, and prey all coexisted under seemingly one biome until Falcon spotted holes in the trees and realized this was more of a sanctuary. He also noticed that none of the animals seemed bothered by the other.
“They aren’t killing each other.” Corvus broke the silence.
“That is the oddity that makes me want to stay here longer but we need to focus on the mission.” Falcon said before crouching next to the hatch and grabbing one of the handles. He lifted it and it opened with a hiss and smoke.
“Air compensation must be different inside. That would explain those weird masks that the soldiers were wearing and why this seal is so strong,” He looked at Corvus who was listening but visually distracted by the interior of the tree, “Come on.”
Falcon went in first and Corvus went in behind. The hatch closed behind them as they went down a tube which swayed and flipped around like a slide as it got deeper. They both got a notification saying that the air compensation was changing.
“Enemies as soon as you leave this tube.” The ship notified them and it showed up on their vision with about twenty people marked in a room below.
“Oh my fuck. Did you— “
“Already cloaked.” Corvus replied and Falcon looked behind him as he grabbed a small, rectangular device and pressed a button on it. They were both cloaked but the device only lasted two hours.
The hatch opened at the end and they dropped into a relaxation area. There were 20 soldiers sitting around watching a movie on a giant flat-screen. Rows of red leather chairs lined the room as if it were a movie theater. Corvus and Falcon quickly, but quietly, moved from the hatch toward an open door where there was a mess hall.
“Why did that hatch open?” The new recruit asked as she stood up from her chair and closed it.
“It’s a faulty hatch. Don’t worry about it.” A man answered. They were all in a white t-shirt and camo pants with the camo jacket wrapped around the waist. They were on their two-hour break.
“I will worry about it when the scheduled team doesn’t return.” Another woman added.
“Shouldn’t we call maintenance?” A man asked.
Another woman waved at her phone, “Eh, I’m on break.”
Corvus proceeded behind Falcon into the mess hall, ‘Good god. If any soldier were to act like that back home, they would be flogged for their insolence.’
Falcon avoided touching another person as he walked through the rows of cafeteria tables. The kitchen and dispensers were behind them so they didn’t have to avoid the people sitting down to eat. They had to avoid the people coming through the two doors.
‘Hell, I would publically flog them.’ Falcon replied.
They got out of the mess hall and into the main entrance of the base. It appeared to be a sort of lobby, with a check-in desk in the middle, and visible floors flowing in a circle above. As soon as they passed the door it disappeared behind them. They both waited until they were in a street with people and cars before uncloaking themselves.
“A hidden security base? In your reconnaissance, what did you find about the City of Zotarra.” Falcon spoke as they quickly walked through another group of people.
“The original people to arrive here established themselves in order to establish a colony that was not dependent on the I.U.D.B. or Siloteri. Of course, that all changed when our favorite two people started fighting over who knows what. Abraxas still won’t let me inside the Advanced Order’s Archives.”
“So this was a part of the deal that the Siloteri and I.U.D.B. made?”
“Yes, but apparently it becomes more complex than that. The majority of the population was human. Now it is 100% human but back then there was a 20% non-humans living in the city. As you can imagine the Minotaurs and the Reptilia Sapiens lived in slums. The human population was reluctant to let the I.U.D.B. and Siloteri take over until they promised to exterminate. At least, that was what I could get from the Frost Dragons archives until they kicked me out.”
After another five minutes of walking, they final reached the inner part of the city that wasn’t underground. The city was bustling with energy with multiple levels of streets and hundreds of skyscrapers dotting the sky. It started to feel like the Falcon Empire to them.
Falcon accidentally bumped into someone, “Sorry… Wait.”
The person turned around. She wore a brown overcoat and a black fedora, “Sorry sir… it cannot be.”
“Yes,” Falcon removed a pin from his pocked with the flaming symbol, “It is. What is a F.I.D. spy doing all the way out here?”
“My mission was to find you and that seems to have gone pretty well I guess. Your family sent another few spies to try and find you in this section of the universe. In fact, a spy that saw Corvus the other day with a few others in Advanced Order territory reported Corvus to be alive. The news became a big sensation across the Empire until the Novem Order attacked.”
Falcon and Corvus seemed unsurprised by this notion so the spy added, “There was a five-billion-year peace in the eight you have been gone. So it’s a surprise for the rest of us.”
Falcon and Corvus looked at each other flabbergasted. How much had they missed in the time they were gone? It didn’t matter now though. The spy most likely had a ship that they could return home in. But, they had started something and they need to finish it.
After a long silence, the spy spoke up, “I can take you guys back if you want. Finally get out of this situation.”
Falcon and Corvus thought together for a long time, “You can report back can you?”
“Yes. I can. Don’t tell me you are planning on staying.”
Corvus now took over the conversation, “We have new territory to gain and a whole lot of new allies. Its imperative we complete the mission. You say that only I was reported to be alive?”
“So were Tengah and Cannibal who were seen in other places.”
“Report back that the great Falcon himself is alive. That should help boost the morale of the war with Novem Order. Then personally report back to our family with a message.”
“What is it?” The spy asked as both men turned around and spoke into a little device. She stood there for a minute before Falcon handed it to her.
“There’s the message.”
“Ok, I will head to spaceport where my ship is. It closes in one hour and traffic is probably starting to get shitty so wish me luck.” The spy said as she pulled out her phone, unlocked a car that wasn’t hers, and drove it away.
“Do you think we made a mistake?” Falcon asked unsure of the decision he just made with Corvus.
Corvus motioned Falcon to follow him, “No because there is much for the Empire to gain from what we are doing. New territory, new allies, new technologies, new species, etc. We can’t return home without a present can we?”
Cannibal spent what seemed like forever watching a younger form of him eat people and others. He couldn’t move and couldn’t say anything as he watched his younger form, with sharp teeth, savagely eat a heart. There was blood all over the scene he was watching. A metal table in an abandoned house with barely any lighting while a naked, younger version of himself consumed the last body of his 20-person meal.
“Oh, I didn’t notice you there.” The younger Cannibal stood up and walked slowly toward him.
Cannibal stood there, he couldn’t think. He was blank.
His younger form spoke in his ear, “That was a delicious meal. Now it’s time you become my next one,” his breathe reeked of death.
Cannibal finally moved, pulled out a knife, and slashed at his younger self in the chest.
“Feisty one. Just how I like my prey.” The muscles of his enemy contorted while he spoke as if savagery had taken over him. He was an animal. A literal cannibal.
“Or, perhaps you would like to enjoy a meal for yourself?”
A body of a man appeared on the metal table. He woke up with the younger Cannibal looking over him with sharp teeth. The man screamed and tried to break out of the chains.
“Come on, older me. Enjoy this delicious meal.”
Cannibal’s urges that were once controlled suddenly came back to him. His greatest fear of returning to savagery was happening. Trogon appeared in front of him and pushed him back into the living room he was just in. The younger Cannibal tried to attack but Trogon held him telepathically in the air by the legs.
“Stop it. Save the man. This is a test.” Trogon finally said.
“But he looks so delicious.”
“Cannibal, listen to me,” Trogon dug his feet into the creaking wood floor as Cannibal pushed him, “Stop. Where is the sensible person I was getting to know before you went into this fear? Where is he!” Trogon screamed the last part.
Cannibal seemed to be snapping back to his senses as he pushed Trogon with less force. He slowly came to a stop and his eyes returned to their normal color. He looked at Trogon in his bright green eyes and finally realized what he was doing.
“Help me!” Cannibal yelled as he untangled the chains holding the man in place. Trogon untangled chains at the man’s feet and stood him up.
“Run.” Trogon said as the man bolted through the living room, with the younger Cannibal screeching, and left through the front door.
“You monster! You let dinner run away!” The younger Cannibal screeched.
Cannibal looked at his younger self, “I’m the one who is a monster? You were about to eat a man! I don’t know why you are still inside my mind but it is time you left.” Cannibal said before stabbing his younger self in the head. Trogon dropped the body headfirst into the wooden floor.
“Only five minutes has passed by the way.” Trogon broke the silence.
“What? Five minutes? That felt like hours.”
“The fear landscape extends time. Do you have any other fear besides never returning?” Trogon asked.
“No. I think that’s it. I have no other fears,” Cannibal replied, “But now you know my origin story. Now you know why I fear you. I was a creation gone wrong and Falcon was able to fix me but not after I killed hundreds of people.” Cannibal’s voice became thick with tears.
Trogon didn’t know what to do. He wanted to comfort Cannibal but something prevented him.
“At least you don’t have five fears like Rex does. He is on the third one. You may reach my mindscape in less time than he does.”
“How long does it take him?”
“Well then, what’s the hold up? Let me beat him at the game he has played many times over.” Cannibal spoke confidently.
Falcon and Corvus were in the main square of the city which was alive with activity. They proceeded into the center of the square and looked for a place where Kato would possibly be. Corvus said that Kato was usually seen in the main square when night fell on Zotarra and it was still afternoon on this side of the planet.
“So what are we going to do for the next hour?” Falcon asked as a train passed by overhead at blazing speed on a track.
Corvus looked around and saw that people were either eating, being tourists, or going into the three clubs that were in the main square. He had an idea and he knew that Falcon was not going to like it.
“How about I go satisfy my urge.” Corvus stated as Falcon’s eyes rolled.
“But you go by yourself.”
“Suit yourself.” Corvus turned around and went back down the square. He entered the strip club and saw that Kato was sitting in a booth across from the bar with one woman and one man.
Corvus immediately called Falcon, “Target is in here.”
Falcon, because his ship was near, pulled out a rectangular device like the on Tengah gave to Abraxas and tapped on Corvus’s location. They both stepped through the people on the dance floor dancing to the erotic music. They stood in front of the booth Kato, who was in the darkest part of the seat, was sitting at.
“What do you two want? A blow job?” The man Kato was griping asked.
“Leave.” Falcon replied.
“I’m with Kato right now so I’d rather…” At that moment Falcon’s eyes flashed white.
Everyone in the club left after Falcon let out the most demonic, horrifying scream that even Corvus had never heard. People rushed out almost immediately and the man and woman Kato was griping fell as they tried to get out of the booth. They only three people left in the club were Kato, Corvus, and Falcon.
Kato stood up and emerged from the dark corner he was hiding in. He was muscular, had brown skin, and dark hair with purple accents that was done in a mohawk. His eyes were a cloudy red symbolizing greed. A black hat that was on the table, red tank top, and black jeans topped it off for possibly the most scumbag looking person Falcon had ever seen but also probably one of the most handsome.
“You two better have a good explanation as to why you decided to scare everyone off. It better not be the ‘I’m Falcon and I need your help’ type explanation either.”
“I don’t need your help because if I truly needed something I would have asked Abraxas to do it for me.” Falcon replied.
“Then why are you here?”
“We are going to force you to do something for us.” Corvus added.
Kato Slinger, the most dangerous bounty hunter on this side of the universe, looked at both of them as if they were insane, “This is how it works. You pay me for my services—“
Falcon and Corvus disappeared from sight and Kato slid over the table and stood in the middle of the club. He had his pistols, two revolvers, loaded and ready to fire.
‘If there is something that greedy people fear about losing.’ Falcon thought as he pressed something on his phone. The lights immediately went out and a metal gate sealed around the doors.
‘It’s their life.’ Corvus punched Kato square in the jaw sending him flying into the bar. Falcon grabbed him from behind the counter and threw him back on the ground.
Kato tried to fire his revolvers and missed as Falcon and Corvus grabbed one and reloaded it in Kato’s face, “Please, don’t kill me. I will do anything you want just don’t take my life.”
Falcon and Corvus stood Kato up and sat him on a stool. They handed him back his revolvers. Kato looked confused as Falcon and Corvus stared at him curiously.
“So… are you two just going to stand there?”
“No. We were just communicating mentally.” Corvus replied.
Kato’s confused looked turned into one of surprise, “What?”
“We have a mission for you which if you refuse, well we can just kill you right here and do the I.U.D.B. and Siloteri a favor.” Falcon stated.
Kato nodded quickly.
“We want you to infiltrate the I.U.D.B. this afternoon and work through the night to make sure that everything is prepared for an invasion we are planning. It will occur tomorrow morning. If you fail, your death is inevitable. Understood?” Corvus said as Falcon took something out of his pocket.
“Understood.” Kato replied.
“Take this. It will allow us to communicate with you and guide you.” Falcon handed a phone to Kato to which Kato quickly grabbed and started playing around with. He was skilled in technology but not as skilled as one of his cousins. The phone was very advanced from what he could tell. Not even the Siloteri had this technology.
Falcon grabbed a spoon and handed it to Corvus. When Kato lifted his head up, Corvus scooped his eyes out and Falcon placed two bionic ones inside. Kato screamed in pain during the process.
As the new bionic eyes readjusted, Kato looked at both the people in front of him, “Are you insane? Woah.”
Kato could now see the fact that there were many I.U.D.B. soldiers closing in on the main square as Falcon replied, “We should all leave. Corvus and I will escort you to the spaceport where I assume your ship is.”
Trogon emerged in a desert with Cannibal by his side. He had just helped Cannibal with conquering his second fear and they were the first to arrive in the landscape. Magna Phadro quickly followed and Rex was the last one to arrive.
Cannibal quickly hid his blushed face and calmed himself before looking at Rex in the eye, “You were worried about me. So how did I do?”
“Considering you were the first to arrive you did great.” Rex replied and Cannibal realized Trogon was no longer by his side.
‘I will appear if you need me.’ Cannibal heard a voice in his head.
They all climbed toward the top of a sand dune, which seemed to be higher than the rest of the desert. Once at the top, they looked in all directions and saw nothing. The sun was beaming and it was getting hotter by the second.
Cannibal noticed a white wave would form at the top before meeting the ground at the bottom in a hemisphere, “What’s that?”
Phadro responded before Rex could, “That marks the end of Trogon’s fear landscape. Why we are in a desert instead of a sprawling city makes no sense to me but for some reason it seems Trogon just became afraid of being alone instead of being with people.”
Cannibal immediately thought back to what Trogon said while he was in his own fear, “I usually get the fears of the person I feel closest to. That has changed from Rex to you.”
“Draw the symbols, Rex.” Trogon’s voice boomed through the desert. Rex immediately crouched and drew five symbols. Each was the crest of each of the five clans. The Exofirma Empire, Advanced Order, and Frost Dragons were on the bottom part of the circle while the I.U.D.B. and Siloteri were at the top.
"The two ruling clans at the top and the three craving that power at the bottom.” Rex spoke when he noticed that Cannibal was looking at the circle.
“That changed from before.” Phadro mentioned.
"I can't figure out why it isn't working."
“I can.” Trogon’s voice boomed through the desert as he grabbed hold of Cannibal’s body and drew the Falcon crest at the top of everything. The symbols started glowing in green.
Rex looked curiously at Cannibal, “He helped you in your fear landscape didn’t he.”
“How did you know?”
“He did the same thing to me long ago and that’s how I gained control of him from The Titans. The weird thing about Trogon is that he analyzes you before he allows you into his mind. His mind changes with who he grows most attached to and you are the person who will permanently be attached to him.”
Cannibal thought for a second before responding, “How do you know its permanently?”
“Because I wrote it in the magic that created him that the ‘Third person Trogon grows attached to is the final person in the cycle of control,’” Rex replied before two souls emerged from the symbols, “All yours Cannibal.”
These two souls were the ones causing trouble in Trogon's mind. They looked like I.U.D.B. officials, with suits and a professional stance. Their hands were chained together.
“What were you two doing?” Cannibal demanded.
“We are dedicated to the I.U.D.B. and no one will ever—“
Cannibal grew in size as his anger peaked and he screamed, “The next time you two do such a thing you two will die. Understood?”
“Now, I came here to ask about a circular prison facility you two were largely in charge of building. State the facilities weaknesses.”
Both the souls started laughing. Cannibal quickly realized there must be no weaknesses in the facility. Trogon felt his anger quickly reaching critical and tried to calm Cannibal. But Cannibal did not calm down. He formed a pistol in his hand and he shot both the souls, removing them from Trogon’s mind.
“He now has 198 souls.” Cannibal stated as Rex looked at him in shock.
“I have never done that. Why would you do that?”
From one moment to the next, Phadro, Rex, and Trogon all appeared in the room. The liquid let go of their bodies and they each stepped away from the beds.
“Don’t worry about it Rex. My head feels much clearer with only 198 souls to keep track of.”
“The Falcon’s grow more powerful,” One of the Titans spoke up breaking the meditation, “I saw one take control of Trogon.”
“We grow weaker and sicker as the odds get stacked against us. We have to do something before Falcon is more powerful.” Another Titan added.
“Call for Zeus and Imber. I have a plan that just might be able to stack the odds back in our favor.” Another Titan responded.
“What about the I.U.D.B?” One of the Titans asked.
“Leave them. They aren’t important to the larger goal and will cause no harm. In fact, order the Siloteri to break the relationship with them. We no longer need their services.”
“Understood.” The rest of the Titans replied.
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