Brooke's POV: I look at the spider, who was spying on my former friends, in surprise.
"Very well" I say to the spider. "You can go, now".
The one known as Aqua is still bad, and has betrayed Crash. Interesting turn of events. I wince as the injury at my side sends another wave of pain up my body.
"Commander Brooke?" Tom, now known as General Thomas, questions me. He is currently debating with Faul-Owt (fall-OWT), the zombie mistress third in command. "Should I bring you some more healing potions? Painkillers?".
"No, the pain will go away eventually," I reply. "Come on, we're starting the first meeting".
When I wasn't scouting my former-friends, I sent out messages to 5 of other successful mob clans to form as one and make a big alliance. The skeletons, spiders, creepers, endermen and a second zombie clan. The second zombie clan refused, so I took care of them. The wound from the leader's spear still throbs. However, rest of them accepted, and now this army is big enough to give an actual name. Thomas came up with it. The Singularity. The army is big and dangerous and almost infinite, and will either kill or absorb anything in its way, just like an actual singularity.
The clan leaders including Faul-Owt, Thomas I are part of the Council of the Singularity. Corp-Ze of the skeletons, Tox-Sik of the spiders, Dyner-Mite of the creepers and Trans-Fer of the endermen. I've heard many rumours and tales of these clan leaders, so I know most of their basic lives. I don't bother learning about their life stories, those things are private and I respect their privacy. We all sit together on leather chairs, around a long and wide wooden table.
I stand, and the chatter around me stops. The only noise we can hear within 50 blocks is the conversation of mobs doing their jobs together.
"I officially declare that this council meeting has begun" I announce, while the members nod. "Thank you all for your support and understanding. In the past we were many, but now we're all one army that will change the future of your very existence. Second-command, General Thomas, please speak".
"Um, thank you. Our first order of business, introductions. If we are to work together, we must be able to know each other. Once we finish, we shall move on to our second order of business," Thomas says, and gestures to the general of the skeletons. "Corp-Ze, please start us off".
"Well, everything has to be so formal here, doesn't it?" Corp begins, smirking.
Corp wears a ripped cape lined with iron, a chain chestplate covering his ribcage and iron gauntlets on his fists. He fiddles with his golden chain necklace with a golden skull on it. He also has a massive iron bow with a string that almost looks like electricity. It might even be so. To top it all off, Corp has a crown completely crafted from bones with a diamond on the front of it. It looks more like a flat cap than a helmet, though. He has a slight Australian accent. Corp is the cool kid of the council.
"G'day, mates. As General Thomas said, I'm Corp-Ze. Geddit? Sounds like corpse? Heh heh, oh well. You guys should know that I'm the leader of the skeletons, the skelebones, whatever you want to call my peeps. I'm the king of the people without flesh. And the cousin of the person next to me" Corp elbows Tox, who scowls at him. "Anyway, you'd expect me to be OP with archery, and that is true. But I'm also good with a sword, so don't underestimate me, ok?"
"And no one shall" I reply, calmly. "Next".
Tox is the next to speak. "I am Tox-Sik. As Corp said, he and I are cousins".
The leader of the spider clan seems more human than monster, with four extra arms. She is tall, so her arms can actually fit. If you ignored her extra arms, she would be like a normal everyday business woman, wearing simple white polo shirt, and a navy blue blazer on top of that. Both pieces of clothing have extra sleeves for Tox's spare arms. She also wears loose pants. Her black hair is tied in a braid. Tox has a crown made from pure obsidian, which has four red gems on it representing spider eyes. The only other thing that classifies her monster and not hybrid is that she's blind, but wears a red blindfold that covers her now-useless eyes. Even so, she has senses so sensitive and strong, she could shoot a fly on swiftness potion from fifty blocks away. She has a British accent, and is way more formal and mature than her skeleton cousin.
"I am the clan leader of my people, as all of you are. Some people would classify me as a hybrid, although that is not the case. The story shall remain classified for now. Like everyone sitting before me, I have the powers of my type. Poisoning, climbing walls, etcetera. I can also replicate the powers of that comic-book superhero known as Spider-Man. Shooting webs, those sorts of things. In recent memory, no skeleton has attempted to sit on me or ride me. Anyone who has done so has perished. Only one remains alive," Tox glares at Corp, who smirks.
"Well, anyone who does so here will be most probably executed immediately, OK?" I say. "Whoever is next please speak now".
"Is you insist" Dyner-Mite pipes up.
Dyner of the creepers looks like a normal everyday creeper, but his eyes throw flames, so it looks like he's always in a constant state of rage. His blue-electric aura signifies he is charged, to. He is a slight tech genius, due to his electronic (fireproof) holographic visor attached to his emerald crown, as well as a special backpack with four extra arms coming out of it, making him look like Doctor Octopus. Two of those arms carry flame-throwers. Whenever Dyner stomps on the ground with his feet extra hard, he cracks the ground where he stomps, as well as creating a random explosion somewhere within a sixty block radius. When he explodes, he always regenerates. He also has a belt, holding many types of grenades or fire-starters. Dyner is the pyro of all creepers. He hisses at least once whenever he has to speak, but the hiss doesn't last too long, so it isn't too obvious. But he doesn't actually speak much, due to some breathing problems, so that's not much of a problem.
"I'm Dyner-Mite of the creepers. I'm quite good at technology, better than most of my scientists. Then again, all they think about is blowing stuff up, so I'm smarter than the rest of my entire clan. I'm going to make this short. I blow stuff up and set things on fire. I'm a pyro. Move on, I can't talk too long" Dyner says briefly, then goes into a coughing fit.
"That is fine. We have our limits. Eventually we won't. But let's go to our final council member before I introduce myself and my comrades, as well as our next order of business" I say.
Trans-Fer doesn't confirm by replying before speaking. He just nods. That's when I remember he can't speak at all. I take a look at the enderman. He's tall and dark, like a normal enderman. Trans has the normal abilities of an enderman, but he is also telepathic and has telekinesis and super strength. Trans also has an underbite, but that doesn't conflict with his lack of voice even a bit. He wears armour that could have belonged to knights back in medieval time, except that it's made of dark obsidian, and some parts of it glow purple. Trans also wields an obsidian staff, coated with diamonds, and with an enderpearl on the top of it, which he uses as an ultimate weapon. He wears a white crown crafted from End Stone and obsidian, with the edges sharp and uneven, as if it has been worn for centuries. Maybe it has. The main feature, however, an eye of Ender on the front of it. It's one scary thing, made to send waves of fear into its enemies. Or maybe anyone who has guts to try look at it. Even if you don't, it seems to look into your soul. The all seeing eye. Some people wonder if Trans is part of the Illuminati. Others say if you look directly at that eye, you would learn everything, but never be the same again, just like he was. The strange thing is, though, it also has its own mind. It shares the same thoughts with its master, the same powers. It can also speak for Trans, like it starts to do now.
"I am the Eye, humble assistant of my master, Trans-Fer. I speak for him. My master would like to keep himself a mystery and a secret to all beings, good or bad, weak or strong. However, he offers his thanks and gratitude to you, Commander. Master is willing to do whatever it takes to serve your purpose," whispers the Eye.
Corp nearly falls off his chair. Tox scowls as all six of her fists clench together tightly. Dyner hisses loudly. I pull up my hands.
"Silence, everyone! We need to accept that Trans is different, OK? Let's accept him as he is and move on!" I shout, and that's what everyone does. I sigh, and turn to Faul-Owt, the smartest of the zombies in this compound sitting next to General Thomas. "You go next".
Faul-Owt nods. By far she is the least rotten zombie I have ever seen. Almost actually human. Her branded shirt and grey pants are still intact, and her curly brown hair is clean. The only things that makes her zombie are her black eyes, which Faul even covers with some shades, and her classic green skin. Atop her head is an army helmet, signifying her as the Lieutenant General. She speaks with good grammar, unlike her fellow zombies who don't get as good grades with English.
"I'm Faul-Owt. Lieutenant General, just below General Thomas and Commander Brooke. I assist the General and Commander with any other duties they ask me to do. I'm also the medic lead. I have a way higher IQ than most of my zombie friends and family, which means I have the same intelligence as a normal player. Some people might even call me human, but I'm not that. Basically I do what a third in command does. That's all I have to say" Faul states, and nudges Thomas.
"I am General Thomas. Combat lead; I help train the soldiers. I was once a normal enderboy, just lifting blocks and being what I was. Then Brooke found me, and now I'm General. I'm a great hunter, scavenger and can go on many scouting missions without too much trouble. But don't look at me, look at our commander!" He says.
I nod. "And you now know that I am Brooke. Commander, if you want to call me that. You may be wondering, why are we following the orders of a small little human here before us when we could be kicking her butt and being our own selves? That's because I'm on a mission. You've heard of Herobrine before, right? Well, he has made me his assistant, and now I need to start a new revolution. And I needed, first of all, a helpful army. So that's why you are all seated here. You are serving Herobrine right here and right now. He is watching, you know. And now we've got an army. The Singularity. Now we can move on the the next phase in our plan. It was once my plan, but now it's all of yours. We are the Generals of the Singularity. We are making history".
Everyone nods and smiles, and Corp punches the air and cries out, "Yeah!"
I continue. "Now, our second and final order of business for this first meeting is holding a vote. Of course, if we are trying to reach a goal, we need to overcome obstacles. And we only have a few. There is a gang of players out there, currently camping out, recovering from an attack. That group of players is important. We must not kill them, but have them captured. Herobrine's orders. He will tell us what to do with them once the time is right. Now, this next part all depends on us. How should we catch them? One at a time, we shall state our own opinions. Then we will pick two of them and have a final vote. You are allowed to not give an opinion, but you must vote. Corp, what is your opinion?"
"I say we go full on. Ambush 'em when they don't expect it, and knock 'em out. That way it's quick and easy, isn't it?"
"Objection! That's ridiculous and not smart. It wouldn't work-" Tox starts to argue.
"Silence, Tox. It's his own plan. You will state your own opinion later on. Dyner, what do you think?" I say, sharpening my enchanted sword.
"Well, I say we pay a bounty hunter to go after them. We could even convince them to join our army. Simple!" Dyner says, but starts coughing again. "To be honest, I don't really mind. As long as it works. Besides, the bounty hunter thing has already been used in this fanfic".
"OK, if that is your opinion. Tox, would you state your way of doing things? If going in bows-a-firing isn't a good idea, what do you think?" I put my sword back in its sheath, and nod to the spider general.
"I suggest we lead them to a trap. Why force them to go somewhere when they can simply do it themselves? It will take some effort, yes, but the outcome will be worth it. And not like those meat-attached-to-a-net type of traps, but you do understand what I mean" Tox crosses all six arms. "And that is my opinion".
I turn to Faul and Thomas.
"To me, it like you both have made a decision together. What is it?" I ask.
"Ok then, but if this gets nominated all credit goes to Faul" Thomas says. "It seems as if we are focusing on the players as a group, as if they were all sharing the same body and mind. But they aren't, right? They are seperate players, with their own weaknesses. We say we should just pick them off one by one. Strongest first, then work our way down to the weakest. Besides, they seem to work ok as a team, but it will be harder for them if they are alone".
"Interesting strategy. Now, does Trans have anything to say?"
The Eye replies. "Master has no other opinion. He just wants to contribute to any decision. However, he requests that he votes last".
"Good. Ok then, Trans will vote last" I nod. "I have no opinions, as all of your strategies are excellent. Instead, I myself with choose two opinions from the council. And then we will vote. Like I said, your opinions are all excellent, and I would love to use all of them, but I must go for Faul's and Tox's opinions. Now, let's go around and vote. I will vote as well".
Corp goes first, again. "I'm gonna have to go with my cuz. Besides, it always happens in the movies. They get caught, and then we explain our plans and do an evil laugh at their face! I'm totes gonna do that when we get to that point!" And he resorts to doing one.
"Of course, I am going to support my idea. It would be noobish not to" Tox straightens her blazer.
"Miss Faul-Owt's got a point. Definitely going for her" Dyner says, and checks his TNT cannon for ammo.
"I vote for my own, and apparently General Thomas wants to as well" Faul looks at Thomas, who simply nods.
"It does not matter who's opinion gets the most votes, however, I and going to go for Tox's opinion. The votes are tied. Trans, it is up to you. Who do you vote for?" I look at Trans.
At first, there is silence from the Eye, and Trans is unmoving. They must be thinking. But eventually, the Eye speaks.
"Master turns his vote for Faul-Owt's opinion".
"Ok then, the votes are all in. Starting tomorrow night, thanks to the vote of the council, we will take them in separately. One condition, however" I declare. "One of them is a female default named Alex. Take her in, but be nice. No combat involved. You must be friendly and calm with her. And don't show her the rest of the group. We need to convince her to join us. If we bring her in with violence and show her what we are doing to her friends, she will refuse. So make up a story, just make sure she trusts you. I will be busy tomorrow, so I can't do it by myself. Who should we send to get them?"
"Just let us do it, most of us haven't been in combat for a long time!" Corp grins, and pulls out his electric how. "Ready to rumble!"
"Are you sure you can do this? The safety of the council is very important" I warn them, but the real reason I ask is because I need to test them.
"Of course. We are capable of doing real damage. And yes, we will be as friendly as possible to Alex" Tox smiles.
Dyner hisses in excitement. For the first time, Trans actually shows emotion. He looks determined and ready.
"It's settled, then. Tomorrow the four council members will bring in the group of players seperately. I, Commander Brooke, hereby adjourn this meeting. Please follow Faul. She will take you to your rooms" I point Faul, who nods.
Eventually, the no one is sitting on the chairs except for me and Thomas.
"What would you say to describe all of this?"
"Awesome" is all I say before drink a potion of swiftness.
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Herabrine's POV: I watch Brooke and her protege enderboy relax and do their duties. I notice that Brooke and I have very similar strategies. Studying their enemies, or anyone else, and then formulating a useful plan to take them out. I look at James, standing emotionless and still, only to move on my command. He chose the hard way, so that is how he must be.
"Miss?" Howard asks.
"Yes, Howard?"
"When should we confront her?"
"When the time is right".
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Yay! REALLY fast update! My parents let me spend the whole day writing, so this came out very quickly! Anyway, do you guys get the name puns? Corpse, Toxic, Dynamite, Transfer and Fallout! Badum- psssssshhhh! Besides that, for once I write a chapter with Brooke being the star and stuff. The plan actually looks like it will work! GUYS WATCH OUT!
Brooke: Shut your chat!
Me: Whatever, they didn't hear me, remember they are sleeping. Just one more thing, what should I actually call this book? I keep considering on changing the title, so please help with that by coming up with good names.
Keep calm and mine on! (Anyone reading this on this day) HAPPY NEW YEAR