Factory Reset: Divine Corruption

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Slow Day?

"We have once again coalesced on the position, Mason Amor. Please, take your stance, and you as well, Marissa Dancer. We have much to discuss today." A purple and pink colored protogen pronounced from atop his pedestal.

Mason and Marissa found themselves in a large oval shaped room, standing beside one another in the middle of the floor. Each was wearing what could be called tuxedos, and each had a file on hand.

They stood in the middle of the room, devoid of any windows and completely soundproof. They stood atop a mural of the Federation Flag, one a crisp golden and dark yellow color, embroiled with a single gear surrounded by a circle of different colors.

The two friends sighed, stepping to the side to their respective posts. Both glanced at each other, before Mason nodded. He glanced up at the newer council, a lump in his throat, "We welcome you today to ask that you stop the application of a new force regarding the Pattern-Screamers."

Before Mason could continue, Major Druj appeared before them, snaking his way across the room. He stopped and glanced at Mason, and although his visor displayed what appeared to be a friendly face, his posture denied that.

"We welcome Major Druj from the Eon-Stars Sector today. As you two are well aware, he has a proposal regarding said Pattern-Screamers." The pink protogen continued. Council-Member Hizac was his name.

"We are well aware, sirs, madams, and members." Marissa stated in response, settling her throat, "We come today in an attempt to convince this council to not accept such an offer." She stated, and a soft murmur went through the council, as if they were not expecting this. Somehow.

"That is the cause for debate, as it would seem." Hizac nodded, turning his attention to Major Druj, "Please, if you may, sit down and allow Mason and Marissa to present their case. We shall read out the new proposal that you have commissioned." He told him.

Mason felt a shiver rack up his spine as a deep pink glow overtook the middle councilmen. They curled their claws, and a large piece of parchment exited Major Druj's hands. It floated over to the protogen, settling right against their claws.

"In accordance with the Scribe, the names and station of said members shall be stated. High-Councilmen Hizac, of the Argono Sector. Councilmember Reek-Niel of the Crimson-Fallers Sector. Councilwoman Salisa-Oberon, hailing from the Winter-Well Sector..."

Mason turned to his friend, "Marissa. You grabbed the report from Asha, correct?" He asked, and Marissa nodded. She pressed her finger's claws against her file, and fished out a small piece of paper. One that had Asha's mark of genuine approval.

"Yeah, Ja'Kles entire Genealogy is in here, along with most of everything about his life they could deduce. I also have a report from Ruinate about the effects of the dust on the Screamers." Marissa replied, flipping through her folder once more.

"And finally, Councilmember Izzac, coming from the Inosuke Sector, a rather taut and fiery one. Now that the formalities are done and away with, we can commence this meeting." Hizac continued, folding his claws together.

"Ahem. For the record, sirs." Spoke Major Druj, bringing up a urine colored arm. The council turned their heads to him, though a few narrowed their eyes, "However, I would like to bring up the Offencers past."

"That is irrelevant to today's topic, Major. Nevertheless, even if their past was incredibly relevant to this adjournment, they had been pardoned of their activity, along with any wrongdoings conducted within the span of time they were on their planet, as well as AI." Hizac defended them.

"If I may take the floor?" He asked, and the council unanimously nodded their heads. Mason growled faintly, and Marissa just glanced at the protogen, a single fang slipping against her lip.