2599
2 weeks after the capture of Sgt. Daniel Davidson
The Council of Legends
The distortion world (location redacted)
The Council of Legends was quite a sight. Dozens of incredibly powerful beings, all in within a decawailord of one another, arguing over how to handle the invasive species that was traveling through the system's Oort Cloud. The general consensus thus far was to attempt to establish diplomatic relations, but the one ship that seemed to be headed directly for Pugulis caused some anxiety, especially from the Sword Legends, Virizion, Terrakion, Cobalion and Keldeo. They were fearful of an invasion force, as Pugulis, with its training, its combat schools, and tournaments could be taken for a military center. While Ransei had no real military center, Pugulis certainly was not it. If anything, Draknor was, but it was an outer-rim world that had no apparent strategic value to the outside viewer.
The calm mental voice of Jirachi entered the debate.
"I understand your concern, Virizion, but we do not yet know of their intentions. We can't simply blast their ship away."
"If they establish a beachhead on Pugulis, they gain access to the whole system!"
"You speak as if we're already at war," Giratina, the host of the meeting, remarked.
"Aren't we?" The Green Sword retorted.
Meanwhile, Virizion's brothers, Cobalion and Terrakion, were standing behind her, and her son, Keldeo, with them, signifying their agreement. A few other council members stood with them, but they were still a small fraction of the Council. They were mostly other mid-rim representatives, from Dynamia and Gaius, as well as Lugia and his sister, Ho-oh. The Johto twins were notably headstrong, but their instincts were seldom incorrect. Their endorsement of Virizion's argument was troubling to the legends who did not stand with them.
The rumbling voice of Zekrom arose through the din. "A compromise," the immense military leader of Draknor boomed. Reshiram, his brother, continued. "We will dispatch a small garrison of our troops to each of the mid-rim worlds. In exchange, we expect you to lift your long-standing Leppa berry tarriff."
The chamber became quiet. The Draknorian delegates rarely spoke during these meetings, tending to keep to themselves for the most part. The Leppa tax had been in place since the end of the legend wars, nearly a hundred Revs (roughly 130 years) ago, after Pugulian forces eventually invaded Draknor's capitol of Wurmhold. The swords were taken aback. The idea of lifting an ancient tariff in exchange for military support was strange to them, and it would be costly, as the Pugulian internal government used revenue from that tariff to maintain infrastructure.
"We have ourselves a deal!" Keldeo shouted enthusiastically. The youngest and smallest of the Swords seemed young and naïve to the untrained eye but in fact he had inherited his mother's strong instincts and emotions and his father, Suicune's, deep wisdom.
All eyes were on Virizion.
"Don't look at me. Keldeo spoke for us all. That silly tax was more of a symbolic thing anyway. The legend wars are water under the bridge at this point."
Giratina's voice once again permeated the chamber. "And so concludes this decirev's Council of Legends meeting. Farewell and try not to get invaded by squishy space primates," the exiled former Legend of Spectra joked.
Unfortunately, the intentionally comedic warning proved to be foreshadowing for horrors to come.
Ok, I am really sorry about how late this is. I've had school, and I got hit by a car, and a whole buncha stuff came up. Now, I will hopefully be uploading regularly. Sorry again, and thanks!
- Maglectivire
