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The chambers were huge where the almost three days long party held by the Galactic Council took place. Decorated with intricate ribbons and the banners of the races of the Citadel it was quite a sight. Hundreds and hundreds of guest mingled with each other as the waiters tried to serve their needs and maneuver amongst them without break.
The Council spared no expense when they put together this welcoming party. And it was grand. In the center of the attention was several persons. Surrounded by layers and layers of guests and the selected few from the press who got the invitation to the event.
These mentioned individuals were Albedo and her diplomatic attaches. Several diplomats who she handpicked only for this occasion. The best of the best what the Sorcerous Kingdom could offer. Chosen by herself after a strict process.
When it comes to her responsibilities. She was very through. Checking everything multiple times. According to herself and her colleagues, she was the best diplomat in the kingdom.
With her always smiling, beautiful mask like the face that resembled of a goddess. Her perfect acting that she practiced countless times over the years. She was almost ideal for this task. Almost…
Albedo was thoroughly bored. No... The more appropriate phrase of her current mod would be disgust and disdain. Being forced to commune with these primitive life forms and bear their meaningless prattle was the real agony to the Guardian Overseer of Nazarick.
She arrived two days ago. Since two days she had to withhold herself not to summon... no… Her black halberd would be not necessary. Sensing the power level of the imbecilic creatures around her. Her mere delicate hands would be enough to tear everyone even the so called 'elite guards.' The ones they called Spectres apart.
They are trying to blend among the guests, but in her eyes, the special forces of the Council miserably fail. In her eyes, they are not really impressive. Not in Nazarick standards. Time to time they are glancing towards her. Trying to be subtle and steal gazes. Searching openings. Always keeping her and her fellow diplomats under surveillance.
The fools did not even recognize the four Eight Edged Assassins and the two Hanzo unit that hides in the room and prepared to strike at any moment if necessary. Not as she needs them. As the one who specialized in defense, she can protect herself from such weak creatures.
But now... she held back and showed a bright face. Her unbreakable mask of the perfect woman. After all, her dear asked her personally not to cause any trouble and keep up the appearances.
If not him. She would transform this whole station to a graveyard and immediately gave the residents to Neuronist to interrogate them. The ships parking in the docks and the two reserve Smaragdina class dreadnought that is waiting for only a jump away parking not far from the system would be more than enough to secure this location until reinforcements arrive.
Her ears were good. She heard perfectly the whispers whispered amongst each other by the guests standing not far from her. A normal human being would never hear such weak whispers. But she was not a human. No... Even the thought of comparing her such foolish creatures was a grave insult towards her. Insult she would never forgive.
She was an Imp. She was a Succubus. She was a demon. She was the creation of the Supreme Being Tabula Smaragdina. Her master who never returned to her. She did not want to say it out loud. But under the years she formed some kind of grudge against her creator. Never returning and giving his blessing to Ainz and her relationship gravely wounded her heart.
Holding a glass of champagne in her silk wrapped hands, she kept up the appearance and mingled with the guests. Showing her best-smiling face.
"Why we are even here? They killed thousands, and we just mingle with them! This is unacceptable!"
"I agree! I say these newcomers need to learn their place. We need to reason with the Councilors. The wartime crimes of the Sorcerer King could not be tolerated!" whispered a guest angrily shaking his fist. Motioning his feelings. Standing not far from the guardian overseer. In the distance where normal being would never hear out such quite conversation through the crowd.
"I don't know who this Sorcerer King is... But being the leader of his people the least that he could do is to appear here. The party directly organized for him. Even the four Councilors are here right now. The party is almost over I don't know what he is thinking." said a Turian guest holding a strange colored drink in his hand.
"Calm down Gayus. I am sure his Majesty has the right reason why he did not give his respect yet." a Salarian tried to take it easy the mod.
"Yeah… Counting our dead people and laughing in his palm." growled the Turian named Gayus. Then sip a big from his drink. "Coward."
Albedo eyes twitched. She could barely get a hold of her trembling hands and upkeep her perfect mask of calamity. Her fury like a storm contained only by a bottle. Waiting to burst out at any moment. Her rage was unburdened.
"How these lower life forms dare to speak about Ainz-sama in such tone! HOW DARE THESE LOWER LIFEFORMS SHOW SUCH INTOLERABLE BEHAVIOUR TOWARDS THEIR RULER!?"
Slipping, exerting a little more force than she intended. For a moment blinded by her own rage and disgust towards the creatures around her. The fragile looking glass broke between her delicate fingers. She did not even recognize.
"Oh… Lady Albedo. Your glass has been broken." Pointed out Councilor Tevos. Albedo realizes what happened looked at the broken glass for a moment. Such weak thing, of course, does not harm her. After all, she was the Guardian Overseer. She would be ashamed if she would be hurt by such insignificant thing as a broken piece of glass.
Tevos waved, and a waiter immediately headed towards their direction.
This Tevos really bugged her. Always trying to speak sweetly. Always trying to get know more about them. Just, in the end, she could use the information against her beloved. Tevos was a true snake. A true veteran in the game called politic. Albedo needs to be aware of her.
The others were not better of course. Valern the Salarian Councilor always asked her about technology when they remained alone. She had no clue what he is talking about. She only showed a smile and tried to bluff her way through and get away from the man politely.
If he is curious about such thing, he better asks Esdeath or another technical expert. Albedo knows basic things that helped her every day because Ainz ordered her to learn them. But she was not expert in the slightest margin. Not as she is willing to share any piece of the technology of the Supreme Beings.
Even so… She doubted the creature brain even able to comprehend the slightest margin what the other Supreme Being speak. Even she had a hard time to follow her and most of the time understand nothing once Esdeath gets the momentum.
Councilor Sparatus… now. Despite his appearance, he was an intelligent player. Mostly asking about the military history of the Kingdom and similar things. In the near future, he may be turned on. Albedo needs only a few favors, and he will be in their pocket. At least. She thought this.
The last Councilor... David Anderson. The human… yes. Since the first time, the two of them meet. Albedo recognized that strange look. The man kept his distance and watched her warily. Always surveyed her every move. She needs her eyes kept on that man. He is unpredictable like his fellow kin. If he is trying anything. She will be the one who eliminates him personally.
It's wrong. She spaced out too long. She may become suspicious.
Regaining her composure, the Succubus turned back to Tevos and showed a charming smile. Such as her race own. "I am sorry. Just an important thing came to my mind."
The service staff arrived and started to clean the broken glass pieces. Albedo did not even bothered with them and continued her mingling. She doesn't know how long she could hold out. Her beloved promised he would appear with all of his brightness and save her from these lower life forms.
"He promised… He promised…"
Just thinking about Ainz leaving her alone in this situation made Albedo shiver and cursed herself. How could she think about such thing? How dare she thought such things!? She cursed herself carving a new hole in her black soul.
If her beloved promised something, he would keep it whatever happens. Such wonderful man he was. Since the first day… She was his loyal, faithful dog. Just seeing those beautiful marble bones of his made her mouth water and her stomach play rollercoaster with her.
OH! How jealous she was to Shalltear who can stay beside her Lord and guard his well-being.
As she pondered on this gasp can be heard from the crowd. The people around Albedo automatically turned their head towards the noise. And their eyes widened seeing the horror.
Clad in a black gown edged with violet and golden edges. Like two skeletal hand hugging his shoulders with two red orbs embedded in their hands. The creature has an appearance of an undead skeleton with a sharp chin. Two red flames radiated in his eye sockets. Despite this. It was impossible to see where he is looking at.
His authority further strengthened by the dark halo like glimmering radiation right behind his head. Most of the people in the room started to gasp feeling the unbelievable terror what his mere presence emitted.
It cannot be helped. After all these years Momonga passive [Despair Aura I] time to time still kicked. Although, its fear effect has not effective against high-level targets it can influence lower level targets such as the guests of the room.
"Shit… not again…" He disabled his passive ability hastily.
In his hand, an exquisite, beautiful staff settled. The staff takes traits from the Greek god Hermes' caduceus. It is entwined by seven serpents and in each of the squirming serpents' mouths hold a jewel of a different color. Its grip has a transparent quality like crystal and emits a bluish white light. When touched, it spews a dark red aura. Sometimes, the faces of humans in agony would appear and crumble away dance on its surface. Such of an effect from the staff is so vivid that it felt as though one could hear their voices of pain.
You may think it was the Guild Weapon. The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. But no... Ainz was not fooling to bring out the guild weapon from the safety of the eighth floor of Nazarick. Although he felt confident, he and his guardians could repel any opponents. The destruction of the guild weapon would mean the immediate dissolution of the guild. Being he did not know what effect it would take in the real world? He would rather not experiment with it.
Behind him, two figure stepped out from the portal. One of them was a man. A man who radiated elegance and strength. He had the appearance of an elderly butler, and he is dressed gracefully in his traditional black uniform. His hair is entirely white, just like his immaculate beard. He has visible wrinkles on his hollow face, which makes him seem gentle in appearance, but his eyes are as sharp as an eagle's.
He was Sebas Tian. The head butler of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick and the personal butler of Momonga.
The other person who stepped out from the portal was a maid. Every man and most of the Asari gasped seeing her beauty. She was almost as beautiful as Albedo. The maid was an elegant, snow-white skinned, black-pony tailed beauty.
She wears a white bonnet in place of a helmet, and black armor decorated in gold and silver in the likeness of a maid uniform. She was Narberal Gamma. The member of the Battle Maid squad of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick.
Her expression was strict as she assessed her surroundings. Then frowned slightly and mumbled something under her nose. However, what she said was a mystery even before Sebas. Although, the head butler had a faint idea what she is thinking in the current situation.
Before Ainz was the third creature. Clothed in an elegant suit, he took the traits of an arachnoid. With six arms, two bisected legs and the head of a bug he most likely made the guest back in fear thinking it is some kind of Rachni.
Multiple security personnel cuts through the crowd supplemented with the Spectre agents and surrounded Ainz and his escort.
Seeing this Sebas immediately took action. By using his immense Ki control, he masterfully aimed his killing intent towards the armed security. Every security personnel, Spectre agent, even the hidden sniper units hidden in the cellar of the rooms dropped their weapons, fallen their knees and started to tremble. Feeling… If they dare to move, they will die in an instant. No one amongst them felt such terror before. Death incarnate has arrived and if they dare to raise hands against him, they will be massacred.
As for the other guests. They trembled. Although they got a little amount from the killing intent. Still, most of them fall to their knees in desperation. Most of them were simple diplomats after all. Not trained to bear such terror.
Albedo and Narberal just smiled sinisterly in their head. Seeing the helplessness of these creatures. Knowing. Even if these people want to raise hands against their master. The creatures were completely outgunned.
Of course, both Albedo and Narberal wanted to jump into action immediately. But because of Ainz's strict orders. They remained put.
Raising his hand, the announcer cleared his throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen. It is my honor to announce his Majesty. The Sorcerer King Himself. Ainz Ooal Gown!"
Ainz turned to Sebas. "Sebas… That's enough…"
The head butler bowed his head apologizing. "I am sorry Ainz-sama. But seeing their disrespect towards you just unacceptable."
Ainz nodded. "Umu… I see… But next time, please refrain from such drastic methods. We are the faults after all. We should use the main door. These people are not yet get used our transportation method."
Sebas lowered his head in a subservient way. "My apology." Ainz nodded and turned back to the people.
Turning back the recovering crowd he recognized a thing. From the crowd, four people walked towards him. They were the four Councilor. It seemed first they were the ones who want to welcome him. The people started to whisper around them increasing the sound level of the room.
"Please forgive us the unappropriated welcome, your Majesty. We did not expect you…" For a moment Tevos words stalled. Looking slightly around she continued. "…Entrance will be so dramatic…"
Momonga nodded. "Umu. It was my fault Councilor Tevos. Please forgive me. Because of my numerous duties, I could only spare time now. I hope you understand."
The Asari Councilor showed a friendly smile. Ainz shivered seeing her smile. If he would not be undead, he would immediately turn his head away. Something was not right with this woman. He just had a bad feeling about her. "Of course, your Majesty. It is only natural. After all. Being the ruler of a whole Kingdom consisting multiple planets are a tiresome task."
Ainz bowed his head slightly. "Time to time. But seeing the happiness of my people's face made it all worth."
"Did I really said this?" asked himself Ainz. His emotion suppression kicked due to his sudden embarrassment. The photo function of multiple Omni tools clicked as Ainz, and the Councilor converted.
Tevos waved to the security to scatter, and they did so. The crowd started to chat once again knowing they could not speak with Ainz until the Councilors finished.
"Oh… How unbecoming to me. Please allow me to introduce. I am Councilor Tevos Praava. The representative of the Asari Republics. My college Councilor Valern Biss is the representative of the Salarian Union in the Council."
Valern bowed his covered head with respect. "It is a pleasure to meet you, your Majesty." Ainz nodded in answer.
"Councilor Sparatus Quintus from the Turian Hierarchy."
The Turian Councilor offered his hand but suddenly stopped. "It is a hono…"
He wanted to shake hands with Ainz, but he stopped when he saw Ainz skeletal hands and the nine shining quality rings on them. Stepping back he did not know what to do for a moment. Ainz realizes this stopped. "Excuse me. As you see I am not a living being. Most precisely an undead."
Sparatus nodded. "I see…" Clearing his throat, he cleared his mind from his sudden confusion and fear. "Please forgive me, your majesty. I am just surprised. According to the codex that you so generously provided to us. We read you are undead. But we did not want to believe it."
Ainz bowed his head. "I see… I completely understand your confusion. After all, the denizens of my kingdom most likely only live in your folklore and your imagination."
Sparatus chuckled. "Most likely."
"He seems okay… at least more bearable than his counterpart in the game… 'Ah… Reapers' yes. Shepard we already discarded such fairy tale.'" Ainz quoted the line of the Turian Councilor in his mind.
First, he was not a big Otaku like Esdeath. He almost only played with YGGDRASIL back then. But under the years… Being an immortal skeletal magic caster brought its fruits. In his empty hours, he could not do anything just ask his friend to show him her games, anime and movie collection. After all, being an undead being, he neither has the need nor able to sleep anymore.
He needed something aside of reading, laying on his bed and watching the cellar to ease his overstrained mind. This is when his downfall to the dark side started. Due of this... he became the Otaku he is now today.
Back, in reality, Tevos nodded and introduced the last Councilor. "Please. Your Majesty. Let me introduce our final member. Councilor David Anderson. From the System Alliance."
Anderson stepped forward. Being clothed his formal guise his veteran appearance was even more visible gave him some kind of aura of a sage. He looked directly into Ainz dimming eye socket. Never relenting. Never backing. His expression was grave and stern.
Ainz nodded. Anderson shook hands with him. The undead king was glad he previously disabled his Negative Touch passive what would most likely kill Anderson instantly. The prerequisite to becoming Overlord. One of the highest ranked undead magic caster amongst the skeletal type undead was the Skeletal Mage Race Job. The skeletal mage had the ability to cause negative type damage with a touch. What healed the undead but damaged every living being.
Anderson nodded. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty."
For a moment the two of them just glared at each other. Anderson did not trust this skeleton or whatever he is. He made him remember too much the monstrosities that the Reapers created. Anderson hated to be here. In typical cases. He would simply ask Udina to substitute him. Unfortunately, in the current case, he could not get rid of the event by simple tricks such as sending someone else to substitute him.
He hated the formal wear that he had to wear. He hated the snakes around himself. He did not trust anyone. If he could do it, he would most likely go back to the front lines where he was in his element.
Anderson looked Sebas, then Narberal and simply recognized their presence with a simple nod. Narberal did not react just flinched her face in disgust. Sebas returned the courtesy using his always motionless face.
"Well then… I am sure there are many people who would like to speak with your Majesty." the momentary silence was interrupted by Tevos chirping sound.
Ainz nodded. "Indeed…"
"Anderson is scarier in real life than he was in the game. He is freaking me out…" mused Ainz. In the game, he found Anderson a good, believable character with good background. He was not spotless but strived to be better. That made him a good character.
Anderson wanted to ask Ainz about that strange white haired girl who broke into his room but felt the time is inappropriate. Aside from that… If he asks about her, that would only make his life harder in the current situation. Being the other Councilors were stood directly beside him.
From the crowd, Albedo stepped closer to Ainz. "My dear. You finally arrived. As you promised." she used her toes to reach her beloved and smooched a kiss on Ainz marble bones.
"Ah. Albedo… Of course. You know I always keep my promises." Albedo smiled and grabbed Ainz's hand like a good wife.
The party goes on, and many people approached Ainz. Some of them just wanted to converse with him. Some of them wanted to build connections. Some of the collected information from the undead king.
Many men and a few Asari approached Narberal just to flirt with her when she was out of Ainz's reach. The same goes to Sebas. His handsome face made many senior women, Asari even a few younger human women to approach him.
Narberal ordered by Ainz to wait elsewhere, try to speak with others or fetch something to drink to Albedo.
Even after all these years, Ainz hoped he could make the maid not to despise beings outside of Nazarick and treat them better than dirt under her boots. He did not want to force her of course. After all, she was the children one of his dear friends. He would be ashamed warping himself to do such thing. He still could not forgive himself after all those years being the one modified Albedo's description. Writing those fateful words in her description.
'She is in love with Momonga.'
Even after all these years, he got Goosebumps thinking back his act of treachery against his companion's creation.
He just hoped by making Narberal converse others outside of Nazarick he could make her more bearable. Making her not 'accidentally' murder everyone around her. This is why he brought Sebas with himself. Being the selected few with positive Karma and connection the ones outside of Nazarick. He could keep an eye on her.
Demiurge was intelligent enough not to let such thing of course. But being he was busy organizing the fleets he was out of reach. Aside from that, Ainz was sure… Demiurge would gladly watch with a big smirk if Narberal 'accidentally' cooked a few guest with a chain lightning. Saying… 'That was only an accident. Happens time to time.'
Groaning inside. Ainz continued conversing. Even after all these years. He could hardly bear such parties. When Ainz thought he had some free time. He was approached by the dread itself.
"Your Majesty? Excuse if you have a moment."
Ainz turned around. "Yes?" he did not know how. He did not remember. But seeing the person before himself made him remember funny as well bad memories. The woman before himself wore an elegant blue dress. Had a slightly tanned skin and short bob cut hair reaching entirely to her neck.
Her features signed her ancestors came from around the Asian more precisely the region around the Arabian Peninsula.
"Your Majesty. It is an honor to meet you. I am Khalisah al-Jilani from the Westerlund News. Can I ask a few questions?"
Ainz thought hardly. al-Jilan? Where he heard that name?
Then… his inner eyes widened. His inner version face palmed as he recognized the person before himself after a short thinking. "Omg. Just why? Just why? Why these idiots allowed the press to enter this meeting? And why her? Of all reporters her?" he cursed. But outside he showed nothing. His fleshless face was completely motionless.
"Yes… Miss al-Jilan. I can answer a few question."
"Just why? Just why? Why can't I say I am busy?!" he screamed inside. He remembered back in the game they always punched her in the face being an annoying viper.
The woman pressed a few buttons on her haptic interface, and the nearby auto camera floated beside her. Adjusted the light and automatically configured itself. "First question. Your Majesty. According to the rumors, you are an undead. Ruling over several hundred of races. Races. Beings only exist only our tales. Is that true?" she inquired.
Ainz nodded. "Yes… I am an undead as you said. And my nation composed all variety of races working together for better tomorrow. They are a very colorful bunch."
"I see…" al-Jilan pressed a few more buttons on her interface. "If that were true. This little inconvenience did not make impossible to rule over that many living beings?"
Ainz tilted his head. "What do you mean by that? Miss al-Jilan?" For a moment he had no idea what this woman is speaking about.
"I mean. You seem undead, and according to my Omni tool you did not have any life signature."
Ainz boiled inside. "This will be a really long party…" he sighed in exhausted motion.
Scene Change: Milky Way: Shadow Sea: Iera System: A few hours from the colony Horizon:
The slender form of the stealth frigate sailed through the Iera System located in the Shadow Sea star cluster. The ship was slender and virtually undetectable for all kind of surveillance thanks to the stealth technology implemented in it under the process of its construction.
Regular ships would appear in the sensors as huge heat spikes in the cold painting of the void nature of the space itself. But not this exact ship. Thanks to the stealth technology the ship can disappear without a trace. Hiding from the always watching eyes of the sensors.
This was thanks to two things. One was the advanced Tantalus Drive Core. It was integral to the ship's stealth systems; the oversized Tantalus drive core generates mass concentrations that the ship "falls into," allowing it to move without the use of heat-emitting thrusters.
It also generates the mass effect field around the ship that enables faster-than-light travel. The design is based on that of the ship called Normandy SR-1, but is slightly different, being vertically oriented relative to the ship instead of horizontally oriented. In our current scene, the ship called Normandy SR-2's drive core is three times the size of the SR-1's drive core.
The second reason why was the ship called Normandy SR2 was the perfect machine for stealth mission was the system what supplemented the Tantalus Drive Core.
Along with the Tantalus Drive, the Normandy is able to sink her heat within the hull temporarily. Combined with refrigeration of the exterior hull, the ship can travel undetected for hours, or drift passively for days of covert observation. This is not without risk. The stored heat must eventually be radiated, or it will build to levels capable of cooking the crew alive.
The previously mentioned ship slowly approached the planet. Smoothly sailing amongst the clouds of the endless cosmic skies.
In the ship. The Normandy newfound genius Salarian scientist already worked the method against the Collector's Seeker Swarms. These swarms were a nasty bunch of technological devices used by the Collectors. They have the appearance of the major light-brown insects, deployed in swarms from Collector ships. Once released, the Swarms seek organic targets and sting them, leaving their prey in a paralytic stasis-like state. This allows the Collectors to disable the populace of entire colonies, after that they move in and gather the bodies for transportation.
This is how the Collector's managed to kidnap every colonist from Freedom's Progress without causalities. The design was flawless. The Collector's landed. Released these tiny machines which are systematically disabled every security personnel and colonist. Then as their name's implied collected their reward.
The method was almost flawless. The emphasis was on the word… 'Almost'… If not the security footage of Freedom Progress recorded by a Quarian survivor no one ever knows what happened exactly.
Mordin being an art lower often used to hum and occasionally even sing Meanwhile he conducted his experiments. It is weird… But time to time he used to even speak of himself.
"Hmm… I am the very model of a scientist Salarian! I've studied species, Turian... Hmmm..." he hummed. He was very close. So close to breaking the secret of these small mechanical insects.
Still, he missed something. Something important. A variable. A muse. He missed his quintessence. The mission will soon conduct. It would be unfortunate if young Shepard and her fellow young companions would die or even kidnapped by the Collectors.
Rubbing his eyes, he thought carefully. What did he miss? He did not sleep for thirty-six hours. He used to be awake longer time when he was younger, but he is no longer that young Salarian that he was in his prime. He is over his 40th summer. In his age. Salarians either used to be retired or dead. They did not live as long as humans. Moreover, according to many researchers, they were the sentient race with the shortest lifespan in the galaxy.
This is why Mordin and his fellow Salarians never wasted time with too much sleep, speak and thought. They felt faster and acted faster than other races.
But because of their rapid metabolism, they aged faster as well. They did not have spare time to act slowly as the Asari or the Krogans or similar long lived races.
Mordin had a dark, dark past with the race mentioned secondly. He never really shared it with anyone. Until now… He even kept it secret before Shepard. But he felt shortly he had to share with her this information with her or else their mission will be hindered.
He was tired yes. He feels his old age will catch up with him momentarily. He knows he had maximum a few more good years before he either die or start to become senile as the humans used to say.
Shaking his head he wanted to get back to work. No... Shepard needs protection against those swarms. And he was the only qualified person who can come up with something.
As he thought about the solution, he walked around his table. Thinking as hard he could. Straining his brain to its limits. It was since the fifth round around his table when a strange thing came to his vision.
First. Of course, he did not want to believe to his eyes. He even rubbed it, once, twice and thrice. He even checked his own health with his Makeshift Omni Tool. The Omni Tool developed and created by himself.
When it came to tools of work he rather used the tools he manufactured by himself. Too much time people waste by Pre-set devices and presets instead of making their own. It pays off, in the long run, creating your own.
After inspecting himself, he stopped. What came to his vision just made him curious. A human looking girl around eight years old sat on his work table before his computer. Cross legged staring his computer display. Her long white hair and pale porcelain like face seemed so white it was almost unnatural. It seemed her hair reaches entirely to her knees.
On her hair, she wore an intricate hair pin with a typical Ying-Yang symbol.
She wore a baggy kimono with intricate flower symbols that seemed oversized to her petite thin structure.
If the strange phenomena were not strange before. Mordin noticed her strange eyes. Heterochromatic eyes. One of them blood red with veins spreading in the sclera and containing nine tomoes around the pupil. Three each ripple in her eyes. The other contained a venom green pupil and irides which contain a white, floral pattern.
What was even stranger? Her eye's sclera was pure black. Mordin studied the Asari bonding process when he was younger. The race showed black sclera when they melded their minds with other life forms. As well the heterochromatic eyes were not rare in the animal world. Rarer if it comes to human or other sentient life forms.
Still, under his life, he never saw such strange mutation. The girl seemingly did not recognize the man's presence in the room. Just slowly but steadily licked the pink lollipop in her hand and stared Mordin calculations cautiously.
Mordin stepped behind her and quickly made a backup copy from his work. Not as if he did not have multiple ones in multiple directories all around in the ship. But he liked to be safe against data corruption or loss. He was a former member of the Salarian STG after all. This was basic.
The scientist watched the child curiously. The child caring nothing else raised her delicate hand and for Mordin's surprise. The buttons on the haptic interface started to rapidly push one by one. The calculations he made previously rapidly started to change one by one.
He never saw such control. Whoever this girl was she had more control over her powers than most veteran Asari Commando. If she is using biotic. She is a natural genius. The strange thing was. Mordin did not recognize that typical blue aura emitted around her that is used to be present when a biotic using their powers.
Scanning the girl, he neither found dark matter and dark energy traces. Instead, his scanner started to spit back incomprehensible data. Like the laws of the universe around the girl completely changed. It was a fascinating and frightening sight at once.
Like the girl before him living in an alternate reality. Created a little piece of her own existence where her own rules reign instead of the material universe and she is just stretching out her hand to poke the laws of the universe Mordin resided.
Being Mordin Omni tool would be overloading from the seemingly senseless information that he received when he started to scan the girl. He stopped it. Instead, he watched how the girl works.
The girl only looked eight years old. Yet, Mordin saw she is calculating such hard equations and biological vectors that cause hardship even for him. All of this under mere seconds.
For minutes he watched the girl and got more and more impressed by her work. Finishing her work she saved the work in a separate directory and took out the lollipop from her mouth. Inspecting it. The sweet seemed almost gone. Nodding she put it back on her lips. Showing a bland face.
"Impressive…" said Mordin behind the girl crossing his arm under his chest. Placing his hand under his chin.
The girl did not even bother to turn to the elderly scientist just answered. "Thank you." nodding her head. It seemed she already opened an another file on Mordin's computer and started to read it meanwhile took out an another sweet from her kimono's pocket then put it into her mouth.
"You miscalculated the biological vectors of the reflector field," she warned Mordin meanwhile continued to read. Not even sparing a glance to the elderly Salarian.
"Hmm… Most likely. Do you mind if I check it again?" asked Mordin curiously. He was very interested in this child who just showed up in his lab and solved a problem under moments that he was unable.
Most people would freak out if something like this happens. Most of them most likely call the security. But not him… Mordin was a scientist. He investigated things before came into conclusion. He did not destroy things because he was scared of them. He investigated them. He gets know them. He makes contact just to understand unknown things. Such man he was.
The girl nodded and with a whip of her finger she opened the file again. Mordin brought up his custom Omni tool and compared the two file by running a simple algorithm. He found the differences under seconds.
His eyes widened. Such simple thing. He missed such a simple thing, and he could not find the solution? He was truly ashamed… True… Minds like him often over-complicate things. Such slipping is easier and finding the solution is harder when it came to such simple things he almost forgot about. In such cases. The advantage lies in the young minds. Being they are more flexible and thinking simpler than old minds he is.
He hummed and nodded. "Hmm… very interesting." he turned to the girl. "May I know your name young lady?"
"Kaguya…" she answered bluntly then went back to her sweet.
Mordin smiled. He already liked this child. She did not waste time with useless words. Instead, act. Her face seemed quite sleepy and bored. Yet, by human standards she was beautiful. World class beauty some may say.
"Let's speak…" Mordin had so many questions. He sat down in his seat and faced Kaguya.
Two hours later.
Shepard walked through the corridors of the Normandy. She was nervous. According to Joker two hours and they will reach Horizon. She hoped they would arrive in time. But first. She needs to save the colonist, or all else will be lost.
She hoped Mordin could come up with something that can repel those Swarms or she and her team will be screwed. Without those scrambling fields they will be paralyzed at the moment, they touched the ground.
Reaching the door E.D.I. Automatically opened it before her. What came to her vision made her back for a time being.
Mordin is sitting in his chair. Beside him on his table, a strange white haired kid seemingly not older than eight years old. Wrapped in a baggy kimono sitting taking a cross legged position. Munching on a bag of chips. Where she found the bag of chips Shepard had no idea. She never saw the brand that was printed on the bag. Neither had she authorized such thing on the ship.
"Ahh… So you say if we change the perspective it will work… brilliant! Truly brilliant!" exclaimed enthused the Salarian scientist. Shepard never saw Mordin this ardent before. True. Once she asked him about something that was connected to his profession.
After that… Mordin started to speak so fast even the translator was barely able to keep up with him. Being what the scientist said became unrecognizable Shepard gave up letting him say what he had to say.
"Song…" said the girl slowly. "Please…"
Mordin raised his brow. "Oh! So you like it? I don't mind… It is hard to find a youngster who loves art nowadays…" Mordin cleared his throat with a smiling expression. Shepard just stood in the door. Recognizing this Kelly Chambers. The person who was Shepard's yeoman and the Normandy's psychologist walked to Shepard.
"Is everything all right? Shepard?" she asked her fellow redhead. For a moment the commander did not answer. Then put her index finger on her full lips and urged Kelly to be silent for a moment.
Kelly nodded and watched the scene. Mordin did not recognize them started his song.
"I am the very model of a scientist Salarian
I've studies species turian, Asari, and batarian
I'm quite good at genetics as a subset of biology
Because I am an expert who I know is a tautology."
"In four directions cardinal, I know the blot routine-ry
I problem-solve with tools and guns and even farm machinery.
I'll sing your genome base to base, the T the A the C and G
I'll solve your ailments be you sick or stroking out or seizures.y"
Chorus:
He'll solve your ailments be you sick or stroking out or seizure-y!
He'll solve your ailments be you sick or stroking out or seizure-y!
He'll solve your ailments be you sick or stroking out or seizure-seizure-y!
Jacob walked near Shepard seeing her standing on Mordin's door. "Shepard… everything alright?" Shepard shooed him then pointed at Mordin.
Jacob looked in his direction. Hearing the song, he started to grin. "This is priceless," he mumbled crossing his hands. "But who is the kid?" he asked.
"I have no idea… but it seems she is enjoying the song." whispered to him, Kelly.
"My knowledge is prodigious though I'm stuffy and professor-y
I'm fluent in the vorcha tongue and hanar luminescer-y
My xenoscience studies range from urban to agrarian
I am the very model of a scientist Salarian!"
Chorus:
His xenoscience studies range from urban to agrarian
He is the very model of a scientist salarian!
"While you're still eating breakfast I am studying catalysis
My ideal date would finish with statistical analysis
I've mastered optic instruments, reflective and refractory
I don't begrudge the quarians their hypochondriac-ery."
Shepard thought hard while listened Mordin masterfully built Sonata. That kid looked dangerously familiar yet alien to her.
"I've memorized – eidetic – all my patients' anamnesis.
I've written papers, scores, and scores, and that's not counting thesises!
I'll toxify my enemies with nary an apology
Then spend my weekends brushing up on elcor enzymology!"
Chorus:
He spends his weekends brushing up on elcor enzymology!
He spends his weekends brushing up on elcor enzymology!
He spends his weekends brushing up on elcor enzymolomology!
"When I complete a surgery I sign my name in suturing
I've cut up more batarians than Torfan's famous butchering!
If knowledge is a library, then I'm its king librarian
I am the very model of a scientist salarian!"
Chorus:
If knowledge is a library than he's its king librarian
He is the very model of a scientist salarian!
"Shepard? I was looking for you…" Garrus walked near Shepard. Then stopped suddenly. Hearing noises, he never thought he would hear in his life. "By the Spirits! What is this?"
"When I know all the acids be they levo, Dextro rotamers,
When I tell your Asari child her genes are the only sort of yours.
When I read all the theories that my colleagues find heretical
When I know all the finer points of therapies genetical
When I could still cure cancer with my brain just halfway functioning.
When I can fix mutating cells, the point, the nondisjunction-ing!
In short, when I have a smattering of transgenetic strategy
You'll say another scientist has never yet been half of me!"
Chorus:
You'll say another scientist has never yet been half of him!
You'll say another scientist has never yet been half of him!
You'll say another scientist has never yet half been half of him!
In that time Garrus already raised his Omni tool and started to record the whole thing. "This will go on the extranet. Take my word, Shepard… This is almost better than the calibration or the Elcor Hamlet. Hell, I would say this thing will be among the top watched videos in a few days!"
The redhead raised her brow. Hearing something like this from Garrus' mouth was something. Leaning closer to her he asked. "Anyway… Who is the kid sitting near Mordin? She seems strangely familiar."
Shepard shrugged. "I have a guess…"
"Though my skeptics call me mad and though they always try to censure me
and even though I'm lucky if I live just half a century
Even on my off days I'd outdo the best Noverian
I am the very model of a scientist salarian!"
Chorus:
Even on his off days he'd outdo the best Noverian
He is the very model of a scientist salarian!
Meanwhile, in the cockpit Joker laughed his ass off. True. Their very own Frankenstein Salarian scientist time to time may be scary. For example when he requested a bone sample from him or announced he might accidentally release a deadly virus that could have the side effect to restart the body after death.
But aside his crazy tendencies he was a good man.
By the way. The last thing makes him remember an ancient horror film from the beginning of the 21st century. He still had nightmares about it when he and his classmates watched the movie back in the flight school. What the Reapers did in Eden Prime did not help either. Just thinking about it makes the ace pilot cringe.
"Who is the kid E.D.I.? How the hell did she get up the ship?" Joker asked regaining his composure. If this is some kind of Reaper trick and they found a way to get their forces to ships without notice they are in serious trouble.
"I have no idea, Mr. Moreau… I can't scan her… Something is blocking me… Like she was not even there. Yet there… It is confusing and once completely unreasonable… "
"What!?" Joker raised his brow. He knows E.D.I. Jokes are horrible, but this is a pinch too far. "How come you did not report it to Shepard?"
"Dr. Solus asked me not to do so…" replied the Artificial Intelligence simply.
"Right…" Joker turned back to the control interface before himself. "Shepard will not like this…"
Back with Shepard and the others.
Mordin finished the song and the people started to clap their hands. Jacob even whistled approving the performance.
Mordin suddenly turned towards them hearing the clapping sounds. "Oh! Shepard, Garrus, Kelly, Jacob. I did not even realize you stood in my doorsteps. My apology." he bowed slightly.
"No problem Mordin. But… Who is your little friend and how she gets up my ship?" Asked Shepard. She wanted to shout with Mordin to not report such thing immediately, but she did not want to frighten the child.
"Oh…" Mordin looked at the girl. "She is Kaguya. She just appeared in my lab and started to solve problems."
Kelly as the ship psychologist and the person who specialized to handle children walked to Kaguya. "Hi! I am Kelly. Where are you came from sweetie?"
The white haired girl grabbed Mordin's hand and hid behind it shyly. "Hmmm..." she grunted in dissatisfaction and fear.
Mordin looked down at her. This little one really reminded him his nephew not long after he hatched from the egg. "It's okay… she is a little shy." explained the Salarian scientist.
"Shepard. We have a guest in Mordin's lab," announced Joker through the comm.
"We are well aware of it Joker…" quoted Shepard sarcastically. She really needs to teach her pilot when to announce such obvious things.
"Right…" said Joker. "Anyway… we will arrive at Horizon approximately in one and a half hour."
"Thanks." Shepard looked around. "What are you waiting for? Go and prepare for the mission!"
"Right…" said uneasily Garrus. Jacob just nodded. Kelly is seeing there is no need for her went back to her work.
Stepping inside the room the steel doors closed behind the Commander. "So… care to elaborate what a child is exactly doing my ship Mordin?" asked Shepard angrily.
Mordin went back to type on his console. Then looked up to Shepard.
"As I said. Her name is Kaguya. And no… I have no idea how she gets up the ship. She just…" Mordin looked on the sidelines for a moment. "She just appeared on my desk when I strolled around my lab."
"Why didn't you reported this to me immediately?" asked Shepard angrily squinting her eyes. Glaring at the scientist.
"Shepard… I agreed to work with you but don't question how do I do my work. She just appeared here and helped me solve the problem with the Seeker Swarms. That's all."
"That's all? Helped you? He is just a child. How could she possibly solve such complicated things as developing a defense against the swarm?" The Commander crossed her arms over her chest. Glaring angrily at the scientist.
"No. You misunderstand me, Shepard. She was the one who solved the problem I got stuck. Her analytic mind is truly brilliant. If I may say, she is the most talented child I ever saw in my lifetime. Aside from that. She did nothing that warrants harsh treatment. We just chatted." explained the Salarian scientist. He was completely calm despite Shepard glared daggers at him.
Shepard stepped closer to the girl. Straightening herself, crossing her arms behind her back. But Kaguya seemingly did not even paying attention continued to eat her food. "I am Commander Jane Shepard the Commander of this military classification vessel. May I ask how did you get on my ship?"
"[Instant Transmission]…" said the girl blandly. Looking out from her head staring the wall behind Shepard.
"[Instant Transmission]?" Shepard raised her brow knowing not what the girl speaking about.
"Care to elaborate?" The Commander asked.
The girl sighed. Pointed at the live feed what monitored Joker's cockpit. She disappeared for a moment. Then repapered before the camera. In the recording, Joker freaked out. She waved toward the feed then grabbed our favorite ace pilot's baseball cap. Put it in her head then using her ability get back in sitting position before Shepard.
"See… Easy…" she spoke in such flat tone it made Shepard remember the strange guy in the academy. That guy really freaked her out time to time. Even worse once he called her to date.
"Right…" Shepard rolled her eyes sarcastically. "So… what are you? Why are you here?"
"I am me… I was bored. I searched for something… I was out of reading material."
"Something?" asked back Shepard. The girl nodded. "Watched several places… all boring or weird."
Summoning the Mirror of Remote Viewing, she paged through several things. The mirror resembled an oval expensive looking mirror with golden frame and intricate engravings. With the mirror, the user can spy after other people or inspect far away places. The item was very useful for information gathering back in YGGDRASSIL but had its drawbacks thus it was a very balanced item.
First. You can't spy on others, or you can't inspect places protected by anti-divination magic or methods. Second. The mirror can be easily retraceable back to the user. Thus the chance of exposure is substantial.
The mirrors showed places and people. Far away people and places… First, it showed the Illusive Man's office as he is speaking with a contact. Then a gloomy shadowed room with a big screen. In the chamber, a bulky figure sat shadowed by the blinking display.
Then she showed as Aria T'Loak the self-proclaimed pirate queen of Omega executed Cerberus agents. Kaguya showed a few more images. Then finishing it dismissed the item back to her Item Box.
Shepard is regaining her composure after the sudden revelation shrugged. "This not answer my question… why are you here?"
"I said... Bored… Dr. Mordin seemed interesting." She answered blandly with a half nibble hanging out from her mouth. Then swallowed it.
Shepard doesn't know how or where but the girl took out an another bag of chips and started to eat it.
"He taught me much." explained the girl sheepishly.
Mordin smiled on the child's innocence. "As much as you taught me Miss Kaguya."
Shepard massaging her forehead had enough. "I have no time for this. Kelly will take care of you until we finished the mission. Then we will handle you for someone who will search your parents."
The girl hugged Mordin's arm once again. Mordin looked down at her smiled. "I think she wants to remain with me, Shepard. Don't worry. I taught child Psychology under my time with the STG."
Shepard gritted her teeth. "Grr… Fine. But we still need the solution against the Collector Swarms."
Mordin nodded, and a mischievous smile moved on his face. "Yes! I will show you right away. With Miss Kaguya's help, we were able to fine tune the method even more and even run a few tests."
Scene Change: Horizon: Sanctuary:
The slender arrow like ship entered the atmosphere of Horizon. Being the ship built directly to such infiltrator missions. It blended itself perfectly. The AI that controlled the ship softly parked the vehicle on the surface. Hidden from every naked eye or surveillance equipment.
The door slowly opened and revealed the passenger. A woman. In her early twenties. Bearing the face of a goddess. Above her head, a golden halo floated. Six pairs of wings were visible behind her back.
Wearing a baggy, thick nun garb her proportions should be hidden. Despite that… Her generous form was still visible under the clothing. She was Auriel Michalis. She belonged the race called Arch Seraphim. The highest ranked amongst angels.
She had a task. A task that her master bestowed her. A task from her very creator. She can't fall. She needs to fulfill it. She still had a few places what she had to visit before returning home.
She started to walk. Wearing the item that hid her presence from the eyes and the scanners. Walking through the wilderness, a few animals ran beside her. She really loved animals. She had multiple ones in home and took care of them the best of her ability.
Still, belonging the archetype of an Outsider as her creator called themselves. They were virtually immortal. Such thing as time was meaningless to them. And she was always saddened when one of her pets died of old age.
She was not far from the freshly built shelter named Sanctuary. Despite the fact that the building complex finished not long ago and some wings still under construction. Multiple people wearing expensive looking clothes, holding packages in their hands waited in the lobby.
Her objective was not in this exact area. But the secret lab complex underneath the buildings. Of course, she did not know where her master gets the information about the labs. It was not her place to ask such things. Her task was to fulfill the will of her master after all.
What her master did not make her know. Where is the secret entrance of the labs? She needs to find it out on her own. Of course, she was glad her creator chosen her to fulfill such important task. Still… She was a little unsure. Her brothers are much more suitable such duties. She was good at diplomacy, writing, and singing. Not such spy work.
Still, she did her best.
Door after door she walked amongst the people. No one recognized her presence. After searching a while, she found out who leads this whole place. Naturally, she needed to use her charming personality and powers to gather information from the people in the area. Using subtle ways to reveal the truth.
After hours of searching, she finally found the director of the place. It was a blue eyed man in the midst of his forties with graying black hair and an intricate fine trimmed beard and mustache. She followed him around a while. Learning more and more about him.
After all, her master ordered her to use her power as less as possible. After a while, they entered a restricted area. The guardians besides the door saluted to the man. He hit a few buttons on the nearby console, and the door opened.
It took several more doors, but in the end, the man and his unseen escort reached a gloomy dark room. Auriel felt they are headed down for some kind of basement. But she was not sure. Her sense of direction was never as good as her brother's.
The man stopped. Looked around suspiciously. Auriel held her breath back. She thought the man saw her. Then the strange tanned man shook his head and turned back. Light surrounded him as he stepped into the circle in the middle of the room. Before him, the holographic copy of a man appeared holding a lit cigarette in his hand.
This man made the arch Seraph shiver. Despite she saw him through the feed. She felt something was not right with him.
Like something… Unnatural, something dark… No… Empty, the void would be the appropriate words. Such emptiness lingered inside him. Subtly affecting his thoughts. Angels such as Auriel were very sensitive when it comes to sensing mind control. When someone is mind controlled, she always felt some kind of stench, bad feeling, helplessness emitting from the controlled person. Like the person is imprisoned in his own body and screaming for help. And the person on the other side of the feed just roared in the prison of his own mind. Even if he was not aware of it.
The strange man wore an open suit that connotes both futuristic style and the "casual swagger of a charming billionaire." His eye implants make him appear slightly inhuman.
"Report."
The two men started to spoke. "Last night we managed to make a breakthrough. Soon we will take hold of the control method of the Reapers and maybe… Just maybe… We will be even able to get control over their forces."
The scary man sips one deep breath from his cigarette. "Good to hear. How much time exactly?"
The man hesitated for a moment then answered. "Around half a year. In this exact moment I just sent you the details." he pushed a few buttons on his haptic interface, and the computer on the man's wrist behind the screen beeped. Inspecting the data momentarily he nodded.
"Good… Good…" Then looked back at the other suited man. "Henry. I hope you understand. What we do right now is the betterment of our race. As well the warranty of the human domination of the galaxy in the future."
The man named Henry nodded. "I understand." Then looked back the man before him. "As long as you keep yourself to our deal. There will be no problem."
The man on the other side extinguished his cigarette by squishing it in the nearby ashtray. "Don't worry. Your 'legacy' is in safe hands. I already sent the coordinates of the stolen one to your agents. They will collect her soon."
"Good." Henry nodded. The two men spoke a few more words. Then the man named Henry left the room. Through doors, Auriel followed him in his apartment. When he went sleeping. She leaned above him. Seeing no other way to get what she sent for. She forced to use her ability. "[Voice of Reason: Charm Species]" The Arch Seraph activated her ability.
"Wake up…" she whispered in his ears. Henry eyes immediately popped open as he heard the sweet girl voice.
"Sit up." He sat up. "What's your name? Who are you?" she asked mysteriously.
"Henry Lawson. Businessman. The leader of the Project Sanctuary."
"Who are you working for?"
"The Illusive Man," he answered. His tone was groggy. Like he was not even himself.
"Do you know the secret laboratory under the compound?" she inquired.
Henry nodded strengthening Auriel's suspicion. "Do you have access to it?"
Henry nodded once again. "I have full access to the complex. I am its chief director."
Auriel bowed her head. She still needs to know if the remains are here or not. So, she asked.
In answer, the man still wearing his suit nodded. He either did not change clothes because he was tired or expected a call in the midst of night. "Lead me to there... Please," she ordered the man.
Henry nodded. Stood up and started to lead her through the corridors. Corridors after corridors Auriel followed the suited man faithfully. Hidden from the naked eyes. When they ended up in a dead end. In the nearby walls. Three, the strangely placed lamp was visible.
Walking to the three nearby lamp on the walls. Henry started to touch them one by one. Multiple times are varying the sequence. In the end, he stopped. And the wall softly slid before them revealing the entrance to the lab complex. At least it seemed it was the entrance.
Behind the panel, an authorizations system can be seen. Both are checking the authorized person retina, biological signatures, and voice. Henry stood before the wall. "Henry Lawson. Authorization code. Alpha, 93523, Zeta, Sanctuary." a light came down and scanned him. Then the nearby walls opened and the two of them entered the newly appeared elevator.
The elevator ride took longer than Auriel expected it would. It took almost a full minute till they reached the bottom. Her creator was right. These people really built weirdly slow lifts. Even so… This was unreasonable.
As they reached the bottom and when the door opened. Multiple automatic turrets and soldiers clad in a strange white armor pointed their guns at them. One of the white armored troops bearing yellow paint in his shoulder stepped forward. Scanned Henry then nodded.
"Welcome back Sir." the soldier tone was strangely distorted and synthetic. It was like he was not even himself.
Henry just nodded. True. His mind was under a charm effect. Still, he could act normally. Being the Charm effect not controlled the affected person mind. But made it believe everything happens out of the affected person free will.
Being a Bard and Auriel passives strengthened the effect of Charm and similar mind affecting abilities. Her [Voice of Reason] gave her full control over the situation.
Auriel and Henry proceeded. Walking through the barricades, the rows and rows of soldiers and already retracted turrets. Auriel felt insecure. These people were not mind controlled. But she felt something is not right with them. They were not evil. Yet, not completely normal. The people around her just felt wrong.
As they walked through the rooms. The Angel saw multiple scientists working hard to finish the projects conducted in the labs. Things… Horrible… Horrible things what churned the Arch Seraphim's stomach.
She wanted to destroy this place. She wanted to cleanse it with her holy fire. The place disgusted her deeply. It was everything opposed her good nature. Her very nature demanded the destruction of the complex.
Gulping deeply she withheld herself. Her creator ordered her. Give her a task. She can't deny it.
Floating in tanks horrible, mutilated corpses, half transformed husks. Mutated people battered their heads in the hardened plastic walls of their cells. Seeking either to escape or end their miserable existence.
Auriel almost threw up. She was not used to seeing such things. Even after Demiurge once showed her his project… The little sheep's as he called them. She was not sure if her master or Ainz was aware of Demiurge's experiments on humans after they arrived in their current world. And she did not really want to know.
She saw how the Arch Devil peeled off their skin then healed it back. Or mutilated them and forced them to eat each other out of starvation. Cooked their own children and served them out of their knowledge. And more such horrible things. Much, much worse things. Such horrible things normal people would go insane immediately after seeing them. This showed Demiurge's true nature. After all… He was an Arch Devil. The Prince of Darkness. He was one of the cruelest being in Nazarick after all.
Not as it mattered. If it serves her master will she will suffocate her spirit of justice and endure. Such as she will do now. Looking away and endure.
The man and his unseen stalker walked through room after room. At the end arriving a sturdy metal door. Henry, as ordered, stood before the opening beside the door. Slipped his card in the inauguration. Then hit the button on the newly appeared haptic interface.
A scanning ray scanned him confirming his person. Then the sturdy door opened with a creak. One of the nearby scientists immediately walked to him. "Chief Director! Sir! Your arrival was not scheduled. We still run tests."
The sturdy door closed behind them as the two newly arrived person entered the chamber.
"[Mass Voice of Reason: Charm]," whispered Auriel. Every scientist and soldier became groggy in the room. "Yes… Mistress… What do you wish?" said one of the scientist. His gaze was hazy. Showed complete servitude.
"You saw nothing." walking near one of the computers. She placed an item on it. The device immediately connected to the surveillance system and put it in loop mode in the room. Playing a fake footage for the time being. As well started to copy every information that the computer contained then deleted the virtual footprints from the system.
"Good. Thank you." She nodded then turned to the scientist. "Please lead me to the remains."
"As you wish. Mistress…" The man bowed his head. In his eyes the light of admiration and complete loyalty.
The previously mentioned scientist like a loyal dog led the invisible Auriel to the remains. Opened the coffins and gave space to his new mistress. Auriel nodded and placed the remains in her item box. Then using an item created a fake copy and replaced them.
She walked the same place where she entered. Grabbed the scrambling device. Then bowed. "Thank you for your assistance." turned to Henry. "You came here to check everything is all right and found everything proceeding fine. You will forget everything about me." Then the others in the room. "You are here to bid farewell to this man. You as well forget everything." they nodded. With a flick of her fingers, the persons before herself regained their clean mind. Then using her magic, she teleported back to the surface.
Henry shook his head. He was confused for a moment. "Are you all right? Chief Director?" asked one of his subordinates.
"I am fine… Just… It is like something slipped out of my mind." Henry was confused. For a moment. He did not know what he is doing here. When it comes to his mind. He just finished inspecting the project proceeding well. He came here because he just could not sleep.
Yes… That's right. That was the reason why he was here.
A/N:
Hey!
Sry to not posting anything for so long time but I changed internet provider and I was without net and TV for almost fifteen whole days.
Thus I can't post anything.
But here I am now and try to catch up with my stories. :)
The continuation this chapter will come one or two days after finished the grammar check and proofreading. (Hopefully just one)