as written by Tiko and Lobos
The emergency Parliamentary session was already underway, and those gathered were reviewing recent events that had left the TNG in something of a state of crisis.
There was an unease that permeated the outward calm of those seated within the chambers, and the large manila folders that sat upon the desks before the chairmen and ministers were over-stuffed with all manner of reports and rising issues.
"Dirge, could you brief us on the state of the Terran Navy?" Rhea asked as she sat with her fingers steepled, a troubled look in her eyes.
“There isn’t much we do know about the Navy, aside from most of it just seems gone. Some of the chaplains and mages in the military have been muttering about some sort of massive scale powers at play, but our only concrete evidence?” The man sighed heavily, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “They made the routine checks in the morning, and come the evening, a vast majority of them failed to complete the calls. We’ve found no debris, but also no sight of them.”
Unfortunately the disappearance of the Terran Navy was only one of many ills to strike their nation in the past weeks. Even today misfortune continued to fall upon them as several seats sat empty, including that of parliamentary representative from the Northlands.
Torinn growled his words out gruffly as he spoke. "We have entire towns being slaughtered in the north, reports of shadow-creatures in the countryside, and sightings of beasts out of Arthian legends? Is there anything at all that we do know that doesn't read like children's fairy tales?" Torinn growled. "Fifty militiaman from the north ambushed, and no one knows anything?"
"The SRU reports closing three planar rifts right here within the city in the past month alone," another spoke up. "We haven't seen anomalies and chaos of this nature since the early days of the TNG. We need to take action, and immediately."
The emergency Parliamentary session was already underway, and those gathered were reviewing recent events that had left the TNG in something of a state of crisis.
There was an unease that permeated the outward calm of those seated within the chambers, and the large manila folders that sat upon the desks before the chairmen and ministers were over-stuffed with all manner of reports and rising issues.
"Dirge, could you brief us on the state of the Terran Navy?" Rhea asked as she sat with her fingers steepled, a troubled look in her eyes.
“There isn’t much we do know about the Navy, aside from most of it just seems gone. Some of the chaplains and mages in the military have been muttering about some sort of massive scale powers at play, but our only concrete evidence?” The man sighed heavily, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “They made the routine checks in the morning, and come the evening, a vast majority of them failed to complete the calls. We’ve found no debris, but also no sight of them.”
Unfortunately the disappearance of the Terran Navy was only one of many ills to strike their nation in the past weeks. Even today misfortune continued to fall upon them as several seats sat empty, including that of parliamentary representative from the Northlands.
Torinn growled his words out gruffly as he spoke. "We have entire towns being slaughtered in the north, reports of shadow-creatures in the countryside, and sightings of beasts out of Arthian legends? Is there anything at all that we do know that doesn't read like children's fairy tales?" Torinn growled. "Fifty militiaman from the north ambushed, and no one knows anything?"
"The SRU reports closing three planar rifts right here within the city in the past month alone," another spoke up. "We haven't seen anomalies and chaos of this nature since the early days of the TNG. We need to take action, and immediately."
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