Disclosure
by Chaoseternus
The Truth Is Out At Last, Are You Ready For It?
Chapter 15"To: Initiative (ALL), POTUS, PMOUK, SAS division 13 (ALL), Slayers (ALL), Watchers (ALL Slayer Division)
Copy: Joe Dawson (The Watchers)
From: Giles (Joint Head, Council Of Watchers)
RE: Apocalypse Prophecy
Okay, I am well aware that this is most likely the worst time possible for such an event but I am afraid I have to issue an Apocalypse warning. Whilst searching through the archives, I came across a prophecy which on closer inspection turned out to be Active. This as you know is the first time since the destruction of the Sunnydale Hellmouth that an active prophecy has been discovered.
We are currently focusing all our efforts on translation and cross-referencing but at this time we are expecting a battle for control of one, possibly two of the dormant hellmouths London, Cleveland, East Africa within the month.
Details are uncertain, but there appear to be references to Worshippers of a dark starcount' and fallen of the worshipful' Cross-referencing tentatively identifies the first as Followers Of Count Iblis, a known agent of Anubis. The second is still unknown.
Based on what we know so far, I require that all plans for defence/capture/containment of these dormant hellmouths be dusted off and updated in preparation for potential mobilization.
Note that the council teams on each Hellmouth are already in the process of being reinforced, but we are being forced to strip several urban areas to do this.
I will keep you informed as we learn more.
Rupert Giles
Co-head Reformed Council Of Watchers
Head of Research, Reformed Council of Watchers"
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Second frowned, First was telling him everything he wanted to hear but something was... off. It had been since she had returned from meeting the General commanding the resistance forces in France. Like... well, it was almost like she had developed a subtlecontempt for everyone and everything whilst she was gone.
Strange, but she knew too much, had correctly answered all his careful probing questions, it was certainly her. Not that it mattered, he and First had been busy talking to those members of the UN who hadn't abandoned the Peace-broking organisation in favour of blatant expansionism and imperialism and sanctions were now in force. Those nations who supported the Royal Space Service or Stargate Command could no longer trade with any member of the UN. They would feelthat he had little doubt.
And soon, they would feel it even more. Already, those units still seconded to the UN were loading onto aircraft and being airlifted to Italy, the Nation closest to France that hadn't fallen under the sway of the traitors were, joined by several Italian regiments, they would move into France and link up with the Resistance forces. Hopefully, the Imperialists would see the error of their ways and allow France to determine its own future, but he doubted that.
They would have to force them out of France, impose order and stability and when that was done; they would be in a much stronger position to put control of Space where it belonged, in the hands of the UN. Those warships would go for a start, they weren't needed, despite the propaganda they were so eager to spread, he knew there was no great enemy in space, if they had made any of the Alien races hostile to earth, why then it wouldn't be difficult to negotiate peace, not with the offending individuals stripped for power.
Still... he would much preferred it if their Airlift could drop the UN forces in Belgium, but whilst they might voice their support for the efforts to return France to its rightful place as a sovereign nation, they were surrounded by Germany, the Netherlands and worse, the United Kingdom, all of which had either pledged their allegiance to the Royal Space Service or were seriously considering doing so. They couldn't enter the fight, not whilst they were still surrounded by such powerful rogue nations, he could understand that.
He was just glad that First had managed to get the Ambassador from Belgium to see reason, to persuade him to bring Belgium back into the UN camp. He didn't know how she had managed it, but he was grateful.
It was all in place now, all he had to do was sit back and watch, and pray that too many lives weren't lost fighting for peace.
"You have done well" an alarm sounded at the back of Seconds mind at her tone, but he ignored it.
"We will see... France still hasn't been liberated and the warmongers still control space based weapons systems. As soon as those issues are dealt with, then we will know if we have done well"
She laughed, evilly, her tone becoming doubled and harsh.
"You fool! I don't care about the Tau'ri navies, I don't care even for liberation, my master wants chaos and you have been a most useful tool in delivering that"
Second slammed upright in his seat, frowning, annoyed, 2this isn't funny, just drop the bullshit now and we will forget this ever happened okay?"
"She can hear you you know" First growled cruelly, "and pathetically as ever, she cries out for help, for you to end her misery, for you to endme, for you to recognise me for what I truly am on your own"
She shrugged, dismissively, "she still has hope, she still believes she can be woken from the nightmare she has been in ever since she arrived in Paris"
The thing that wasn't First sneered, "pathetic, but I still have need of this body"
She turned her gaze fully to him, and second shuddered, a chill running through him at her expression, "and I have need of yours"
He felt a sting at the back of his head and for a second, just a second he blanked out. Then, second screamed, loudly, harshly as his body rose to its feet, his mouth worked, his hands moved, all under the control of the snake within his mind.
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"My Lord, my agents have managed to secure a full four regiments for our use. They approach the city even now, expecting welcome, expecting to find" Leftcourt sneered, "Freedom Fighters... They will need to be Nish'ta'd before they can serve your grace but I thought the chance for four additional regiments was worth the depletion of the Nish'ta stocks"
The dark, cloaked figure in the vo'cume nodded slightly, and careful to hide his relief, Leftcourt continued, "we will of course need additional transports out of the city and more Nish'ta would be most welcome"
The darkened figure seemed to smile, and Leftcourt hid a grin, he had pleased his master, a real first, "I will send the last of my Nish'ta stocks to you, donot expect any more"
Leftcourt nodded acknowledgement and the figure continued, "as far as the additional forces go, leave two regiments inside the city. The rest I can transport. You have done well, continue to do so, and you will have the reward you asked for. Fail me..."
Leftcourt shook off a chill as the figure vanished from the screen, he knew that threat didn't need to be voice, he knew exactly what that one meant. He would just have to keep his end of the bargain, and that meant somehow getting the four UN controlled regiments inside the city and into the large square rigged with the Nish'ta sprayers before they realised what was wrong. An interesting task, but that was why he was a field General, not a paper-pusher, he could deal with the challenge.
Not that he had much choice.
