Eden's Enigma

Chapter 3: Interrogation; Integration Part 1

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Orcha City Hall: The Elder Council Chambers

The monolithic room is completely silence. Five beautifully aged sentinels of great wisdom stand motionless the center of this cool white marble room. Three of the elders are Great Masters while other two sentinels, Enol and Pasmae, are Grand Master Elders- the highest of elder elites, signified by gold necklaces of Tok, the First Monk of all Knowingness. Four elders surrounds Grand Master Enol, making the elite elder the beacon of trans-telepathic communication. In doing so, they harmonize themselves in a deep trance, reaching the pentacle of one. In times of crisis, all elders must elders perform this ceremony in order to make logical and effortless decisions. Being an ancient one of great knowledge and heritage is trying at best, even in situations like this.

Grand Master Elder Enol observes the beautifully carved murals hanging artfully above. The art forms depict ancient wars, cherishing of all creation, and the unity of the one infinite creator. He stares deeply into each depiction with intense and tired eyes, searching for meaning in every last conversation passed. A tear sheds from his obsidian eye; the first one in many millennia. Glossed with fear, his features continues to search for truth within the crisp carvings. This Earth human woman is her. The grand master knew it in his thudding primeval heart. This was the begging of the end and an end of an old beginning. He dared not hesitate any longer for the elite elder knew she was the one. Grand Master Pasmae grips his shoulder, reassuring him to make his verdict.

"Bring her as well." Grand Master Enol assures the commander through the communication link.

Ashara agrees, "Yes, your graciousness." The telepathic link ends and a chorus of staggering sighs of relief. Grand Master Ognar is the first to end the deafening silence as he dictate, "Are you insane, Enol? She could be a spy! This was a premeditated attack against Ossian life-"

The elite elder raises his hands, resisting, "We are just a starter-colony. If they wanted to inflict major damage, they could have attacked Bromstag, Ashka, or Vaimiera!"

Great Elder Ognor protests, "We don't know that Enol, we lost communication with the Federation, the Royal Empire and the Motherworld. All comms are lost until the team returns. Hopefully they have restored the superluminal communications in Arkcudelle."

Grand master Pasmae tiredly shakes her head, disagreeing, "The team will never return if they are already dead, Ognor! No one can survive a severity mock 10 biochemical storm. If it wasn't for the Human female warning us, we all would be gone. We were very fortunate to initiate the plasma dome in time."

Enol assures "Then we need answers. She will be heavily investigated."

Great elder Korga sneers, for he is in denial, "But an Earth Human? They are not that advance-"

Pasmae snaps, "For Ena's sake Korgna! Have you not witnessed their space exploration in recent years or have you been asleep for a thousand years?!"

The grand master Enol's grimacing voice booms over the frustration, "That's enough! I expect more from you all."

Quite stares ushers in soon afterwards. Elder Enol's glare searchers his fellow councilmen for understanding but the apparent devastation is etched into each of them. One of the last council member speaks up from the silence. Elder Yolanda's cheek showered with tears, as she states, "It's that damn corporation of theirs- The Wey-lanud Koorp. The increase of their vessels has breached our side of the galaxy in the last 100 years. And more will come."

Elder Enol grabs her arms to comfort her as he reasons, "Yolanda they are a young race- curious and spacefaring as we are. This must have been an accident! Most of the survivors of their vessels were miners, scientists, and colonists. It is cruel for such an unadvanced and naive industry to have sent their own people to the edge of space to die. You know this."

Elder Yolanda counters with her shaken voice, "But it doesn't change the genocide that has happened! Or the concerns for our own city and our people- here and now!"

Elder Ognor grasps his hand around his friend's shoulder, "Enol, what are your thoughts?" He inquires.

Enol turns to Pasmae, affirming, "It can be denied no longer." A tear sheds from her eye before the elite elder turns to the rest of the elders, "The Human female is of my dream-sacrament, coming to beacon us with her spirit."

"Impossible." Korga jerks his head.

Grand Master Elder Pasmae grimaced in astonishment, "How dare you challenge the Grand Master?! He speaks of profound wisdom: very few has experienced in our titles. The dream sacrament is no laughing matter- for I have shared his vision as well."

Korga protests, "Why tell us now? Why didn't you inform us of your visions? We could have prevented this carnage from happening to begin with! Or did you want us all to die!?"

Pasmae looks to Enol with compassion. All of what has happened is taking a huge strike at his heart. She could only comfort her ancient comrade with soft telepathic sympathies and calming thoughts. Enol looked up with a small smile to thank her. Elder Pasmae continues, "We needed to confirm it, remember the last time someone had a powerful sacrament somehow it didn't happen- time and consciousness can change the events of any paradigm including our dream visions."

The other male elder continues to oppose, "I see, let's just hope no more tragedies take part in your sacrament."

Enol sighs, "We shall see."

A sudden melodic flute sings. All conversations dies for a messenger is coming. A young soldier cladded in a grey biosuit walks in, "Grand Masters, I greet you with Ena's heart."

All the elders turn to their attention to the officer for more news has come to be disclosed, "Wholeness of the sacred trinity to you, Officer Enor. State your business."

His voice booms, creating a slight eco thought the marble room, "Commander Ashkara and his team has arrived. Under protocol of a severity mock ten storm, everyone has safely evacuated the outside region and are in the mists of taking shelter in Coliseum Halls, with food and supplies. The dome is now operational at 100% capacity. Full biometric scans show no bio contaminants or contingents in the city. The extraterrestrial human female is now being treated by Dr. Sarmig and his associates. She will be under a fully educed comatose in another 5 minutes, as you ordered your graciousness."

Enol sighed, "A wonderful relive in this parlous time we face. Have they recovered any details about our guess?"

The officer reluctantly nods, "A few before she became unconscious again."

Puzzled, he asks, "And?"

"Her name is Doctor Elizabeth Shaw. She is from Aester, they now call Earth. On her planet, she was an archeologist of ancient human civilizations. She also informed that she was hired by Weyland Corp to search for, and I quote your grace, 'gods' who made humanity."

A sudden shuffle amongst the elite giants made it more apparent to the solider that this was very peculiar times he was witnessing. Elder Enol inquired again with his eyes narrowing towards the young soldier, "Is that all Officer Enor?"

The solider grew nervous, "Your grace, she mentioned her companion's name is David. He is synthetic made by Weyland Corp. who committed this genocide. The human female claims David is so be hunted down and killed." Officer Enor looked dismayed as he inquires, "Your commands, your graciousness?"

Suddenly all of the Elders surround the officer, forming a tight circular telepathic link. Officer Enor grew nervous for he didn't know what was going to happen. Without a second more, the officer felt a deep and eerie vibration surround his body with profound authoritative words resonating in his mind, "Thank you Officer Enor. Under no circumstances are you to speak of this to anyone. You are to forget you have ever visited us. For this moment spent with us was spent checking the corridors for survivors. Resume your duties. You may be dismissed."

In a monotone voice the officer replies, "Yes your graciousness." One by one the elders broke off, severing the telepathic link. Without another word the solider left, dazed and confused as to what happened a few moments before. He just sighed and continued his other urgent duties.

Enol shook his head feeling a bit remorseful over conducting a small mind-wipe on the poor young solider, but it was needed. The people needed to stay peaceful and ignorant until the elders and the other superior officers of the Vaimiera coast guard conducted a proper investigation.

The grand master tilted his head down pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as he scoffs, "History was always doomed to repeat itself; A synthetic is in our presence."

The other elders turned to him with shocked and disgraced horrors upon their faces. They all knew that the results of their past has come back to abolish the present, and to extinguish all of what they know.

Pasmae searches for meaning in the profound information, "Enol? What do you think of this?"

"We will find out soon enough." He answers, making sure the rest of the elders felt his reassuring comfort and misperception over the matter. But deep inside Grand Master Elder Enol and Pasmae both knew, the Sacrament was just the beginning.