General Shras's Perspective:
It was wearing off.
The hallucinogens he had ragefully injected, his medicine, his source of demons, were rapidly losing effect.
However it was not to the point of clarity, not yet.
He could feel the sense of, sense, beginning what was bound to be a long, strenuous task of purging the filth from his mind.
He could feel the return of care, simply caring, about anything in the known universe.
Yes, he could feel himself starting to re-inhabit the shell, devoid of his presence fo-
A frown contorted the General's blue face.
For-
His head tilted slightly, antenna curling to the side.
For however damn long I've been drugged.
A raspy snort escaped his parched throat, and the upward tilt of his lips was quickly lost to a fit of hacking coughs.
His blue neck convulsed with each skull pounding bark, and before long he was lost amongst the storm of his own throat. Hawking sharply and wheezing in what little air he could before another series of coughs expelled the precious oxygen.
Eventually it died down, leaving an extremely flustered General lying on the carpeted floor, completely still except for the deep, drawn out breaths he managed to suck in one by one.
With both hands he propped himself, up slightly off the ground as his breathing began to stabilize.
What on Andor happened?
Start, he was confused, but with a jolt Shras scrambled his way off the floor, images flooding his mind into an ocean of remembrance while he shuddered at the explosive recall.
I have to stop them.
Those fools at Command would literally be the death of Andoria.
I have to stop her.
Yes, no doubt Tarah had gone to great measures to sway her superiors.
He grimaced, this wasn't going to be easy, especially if the council had voted. But Shras got the impression this wasn't a matter for democracy, and Tarah wasn't the only one who could call in a few favors.
As the General made his way to the desk, unsteady as he was, and could only think of one thing.
I hope I'm not too late…