Colossus By Design: Season 2 - Log 79

[March 20, 2166]
[Global Union of Divisions Headquarters]
[Main Meeting Hall]
[Antarctica]

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The Global Union of Division's main headquarters. The metaphorical center of politics in the modern day. It's here where the world's leaders meet, discuss the current state of things, and make decisions for their respective nations.

In the main meeting hall, just a single level down from the surface entrance, the representatives of the six major nations leading the governments around the globe, as well as other important ambassadors, have gathered together for one of the most important meetings in recent months: President Tori Bott-80 of Japan, Denouncer Lisa Ho of China, Minister Carrie Brown of Canada, President Manuel T'Chaka of Africa, King Eugene Roy of Britain, and Chancellor Hunter Barisov.

The topic of discussion that required all the members physically present? The growing threat of the Order of Homo Novus.

On the big holographic screen at the front of the room, several images and miscellaneous files on identified members of the Order rush by extremely quickly, so fast that they can only be followed by the synthetic members present; the showcase is presented by Tori Bott-80 and Lisa Ho, respectively.

Eventually, the files and images fall on one last particular person: Mary Stoker, Bloody Mary herself, leader of the Order of Homo Novus.

(President Bott-80): As you can see, the images I've shown you all here are the members of the Order that we've managed to positively identify. We all know why I've shown these to you. We need to address the threat they present.

(Denouncer Ho): Now is the time to start planning out some kind of counteraction to these terrorists. I personally propose we send in sleeper agents to infiltrate the group and gather intel for us. All in favour?

The grand majority of the representatives present raise their hands, with the few who didn't merely not paying attention.

(Denouncer Ho): Very well. Then this initiative will be set in motion. Tori and I will now give the stage to Russia and Africa.

President Bott-80 and Denouncer Ho walk back to their seats; meanwhile, Chancellor Barisov and President T'Chaka step up towards the front of the room, whilst the holographic screen is turned off. Curiously, the security details stationed at all the entrances seem to be somewhat tired, even slacking in their positions. However, every time one of them is about to doze off, their partner gives them a bit of a shove to wake them up.

(President T'Chaka): Hello, my friends. Me and Hunter have been brainstorming together lately, and I think we've got something. Hunter, if you'll do the honors?

(Chancellor Barisov): Of course, Manuel.

The Chancellor speaks into his communicator under his breath, too low to be heard by anyone but President T'Chaka beside him. After speaking to an unknown recipient, the doors suddenly fly open, a crowd of scraggly-dressed and somewhat aged men and women briskly walk through; the guards are snapped out of their fatigue instantly, training their guns on the apparent trespassers.

(President T'Chaka): STAND DOWN! STAND DOWN, DAMMIT!

The security guards lower their weapons, though they maintain their steely gaze on the group. As the political representatives turn their attention back to the two presenters, suspicious looks are exchanged, first among each other, then aimed towards President T'Chaka and Chancellor Barisov themselves.

(King Eugene Roy): Hunter, Manuel....... what's going on here?

(Chancellor Barisov): Ladies, gentlemen, I'd like you all to meet Cevat Lockhart, former executive member of the Children of Monsters, now current leader of the Storm Covenant.

(Minister Brown): My god, what the hell are you even thinking?!

(Chancellor Barisov): Mind letting us explain, first?

The other leaders of the super-nations briefly huddle up, discussing in private. After a minute or two of talking with each other, they turn their attention back to the two presenters; King Eugene nods his head, prompting President T'Chaka to motion Mr. Lockhart up to the front of the main meeting hall. The other members of his group look on nervously, but remain where they're standing.

(President T'Chaka): Go on then, Cevat.

(Cevat Lockhart): If you insist. Hello, representatives of the governments around the world. I am Cevat Lockhart, and the positions described by the Chancellor are indeed correct. I approached the Chancellor and African president personally just two days ago after meeting with my people. We believe we've found another way to dismantle the Order's establishment.

Cevat Lockhart looks around the room, pausing to see the reactions of the crowd. After seeing the majority of them having had their interests piqued, he looks back at his own group with reassurance, which seems to calm their nerves a bit. Mr. Lockhart proceeds to continue filling the world's leaders in on the Storm Covenant's findings.

(Cevat Lockhart): One of our scouts intercepted a scavenger group hired by the Order to retrieve specific components from equipment that your governments have fielded in the various quarantine zones. I believe that, if we cut off these scavenged supply lines, we can draw the Order out into a more open playing field.

(President T'Chaka): Naturally, this means we'd have to accept help from a recognized threat to society. But they're a shadow of their former selves, and Mr. Lockhart and I have both agreed that, after this mutual agreement of ours comes to an end, we resume our activities against each other.

(Chancellor Barisov): So...... those in favour?

For the first minute or two, no one raises their hand. Cevat himself looks away in disbelief. However, the Russian Chancellor turns him back around; gradually, representatives start to raise their hands, eventually reaching a majority ruling. This decision greatly excites the group of Storm Covenant followers near one of the entrances, with Cevat Lockhart himself unable to hold back a smile.