Darrian looked over at him and shrugged before returning his gaze to the hologram over the conference table. Before him floated the image of the long dead Guillae that lay quietly on a cold metal operating table.
Through some skillful infiltration of the humans' technology, the analytics' team had managed to gain control of a camera on one of the personal computers within the laboratory environment. It had been risky, but none of the humans had noticed. They were too preoccupied with their discovery.
At first, the laboratory the humans brought the Guillae to had been a hive of activity. At least a dozen humans could be seen milling about at any given time while four others operated carefully on the body. For hours, the council watched as the human scientists dissected, examined, and catalogued the specimen carefully.
Finally, the main scientist extracted a long slender object from the Guillae that Darrian felt positive was a seed pod based on its appearance. The scientist had fled in excitement somewhere off camera. He was just as quickly followed by everyone else in the surgical theater.
That had been over an hour ago.
The council waited patiently. Watching. They listened for any sounds or watched for any movement, but nothing came.
As time passed, Darrian felt more uneasy. What was happening behind closed doors? While the analytics team had been good, there were inherent risks to infiltrating the human systems and it was even more dangerous to try and hop around until they found anything. They simply couldn't risk looking around further.
It would seem that Harris felt the same.
As if on cue, the image of the laboratory blanked out in favor of Harris' form. He was lounging with the face plate of his robotic exosuit wide open and looked exhausted.
"Update us when you have more, Captain." said the old judge placidly.
"Of course." groaned Harris, who entered a sequence on his control panel before the image disappeared completely.
It was hardly proper protocol, but Darrian didn't feel like he could blame Harris. He looked like Darrian felt at this point.
The table sat in silence for several minutes. No one knew what to say. While they certainly hadn't seen anything bad, they had all been left with an uneasy feeling about what was happening on Mars. It didn't help that they'd been in the meeting far longer than intended.
"Well..." said the old judge with a mechanical sigh. "I don't believe there is anything else we can cover today-"
The door of the meeting room slid open, grabbing the attention of some of the over-tired councilors. They looked over with dreary interest until they saw who it was.
Darrian sat straight up and many of the councilors looked at him agape with awe.
"I see you've returned." said the old judge, nonplussed.
A wave of annoyance passed over the Gorderian ambassador's features, but he quickly made his way towards his place at the table. All at once, the table exploded in a buzz of questions and excitement.
"I have-" started Jin'thun.
"What did they say?" demanded Ferris.
"Where have you been?!" asked Ugul.
"Enough!" snapped the old judge, bellowing over the noise.
The table fell silent except for Jin'thun who sat there, his eyes closed and a deep guttural growl emanating from his throat.
"Took you long enough." grumbled Cagool incredulous.
Jin'thun let forth a bellowing roar in Cagool's face and jumped from his seat. Many of the other councilors recoiled and Darrian felt surprised that the Gorderian hadn't taken a swing at the Yool right there.
"Now." growled Jin'thun, looking around the table as if daring someone else to interrupt him. "I come with the results of your plea."
"And what has the Gorderian government decided upon, Jin'thun?"
The ambassador eyed Cagool menacingly but the Yool simply shuddered where he sat.
"We will be sending aid to the humans."
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