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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 176657" data-attributes="member: 2561">Silver Phase and his associates paced through an elaborate metallic hallway, a feint but constant thrumming noise present about them as they approached a sturdy metal door."Aye, another move of house, I don't like moving around so much. Why can't we just settle down somewhere. Aye," Durgrim muttered into the air in front of him. Unfortunately that air was occupied by Obmi and he spun on his heel, halting the entire line behind him."Sooooooo! Ungrateful of Silver's efforts to preserve the ruling party of his domain, eh?! Don't wanna live long enough to save Oerth and the other crystal spheres do we?! YOU wanna go back down there and sit aroung waiting to see if your world ends!!" Obmi screamed into Durgrim's face.The plasteel corridor could have melted from the anger radiating from the two dwarves. Almost instantly the place chilled as Khelarque stared them both down, they respected the older Duergar, he had seen a lot in his time and was learned for it.With some straightening up they continued on. The metal door opened after Silver hit a button on a keypad next to the door. It appeared to sink back a little then quietly slide to the side.In the room was the classic conference table in all its marble grandeur, surrounded now by more seats than before but still having Silver's elegant thronish looking chair. It had been moved from their Suel Under-Empire base and placed in the conference room of the Scro Star League flag ship. Sitting around this table were all the highest ranking officers of the Scro Armada and an Athasian human. Everyone took their seats."Ahh, it seems that Vaeregoth couldn't come, but I can understand why seeing all her responsibilities at hand at this point in time," Silver said.The human laughed merrily and replied, <But we are here Silver Phase, there are many benefits to the hive mind.>Silver laughed as well but coming from a construct the laughter seemed cold, empty, another example of Silver's change into the mechanical piece of mithril sitting before them, "It'll be an odd occasion indeed when you convince me to join your hivemind, regardless of the obvious benefits! As tempting as they are."Silver turned to another place at the table."Lenaurae! James! How goes the restoration of Suel?""Remarkably well, plenty of progress but still plenty more to go," remarked Lenaurae."Brilliant! How do you like the new capabilities of your Spelljammers, Admiral?""Interesting. Very interesting. Might I inquire as to why these modifications have been made and where someone with your technological capabilities accessed such additions?" he asked."Why that is why our good friend Vaeregoth is present at the meeting! You can thank her for all these incredible benefits you've received. We are backing each other all the way in this endeavor you must realise." Silver noted."Well that answers part of the question but what are they for?"<We can answer this question. Adimiral, all this that you have received from us is to be used in our war against the red pudding scourge plagueing the spheres. Exact information on the tactics for usage of these items is in these documents,> the Athasian slid a heavy dossier over the table towards the Admiral who eyed the folder with awe, <Then again, everyone of your people would be capable of using these tactics once we had created them if they were part of the hive mind.>"I get the message, Your Eminence, you've been stressing that how long?" answered Silver.<2 months, 3 days, 14 hours, 48 minutes and 30 seconds> the athasian grinned wryly and Silver just shook his head at the pun. Others around the table were smirking."Also here is a timetable and maps of what we have planned to have done where," Khelarque said as he ejected a data disc from his laptop and handed it to a secretary nearby.<That covers everything for us. I sense that the following topics do not require our attention so at this point we will take leave of you> the athasian stood up and turned to walk out. The chair neatly tucked itself in."You could stay if you want Vaeregoth, I'm sure the oppurtunity to poke fun at me will arrise again in the other issues we must discuss," said Silver.<No, no, we feel we have had enough humour today. I am glad because of that. It has been a long time since we have felt humour in this age of hate, I hope our efforts can enable beings to laugh once again without fear of exposing their throats to the threats lurking for such an oppurtunity.>The Athasian left, leaving the feeling of heavy responsibility bearing down on them all. The Scro Star League will use the 'Agent Oerth' (details in my e-mail) on planets under attack from red goo and bombard planets totally ruined by red goo with positive energy nukes, then carpet bomb them with 'Agent Oerth'.</blockquote>

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