Present Day
Year 190 D.R. (Descendant Reign) – Day 8
Location: The Deep – Delta Sector
The warehouse had once been used for storage of furniture. The pieces that had survived the two centuries of decay were made of metal or thick wood that had some how survived the rotten fate most wooden objects in the Deep were cursed with. The makeshift table in the center of the grimy floor was a mishmash of metal tables pushed together to form something like a circular saw blade, all pointed corners and sharp edges. That seemed to set the mood for the milling crowd that gathered around the table.
Tension was palpable from every Transie in the room. The fact that so many opposing groups had come together was a testament to their self-restraint. Any other time and they would have been at one another’s throats with knives and powers. Ada sat on the edge of her seat, body relaxed in a way that spoke of her readiness for a fight.
The heads of each sector sat around the table, along with what was left of Ada’s group that had infiltrated the Genetics Council building. There were three empty chairs, one for Oe, which was next to Pyr. Another was for Pepper,which was next to Bombastic–who was, oddly enough, one of the few outside Pepper’s sector to openly respect her and to sympathize with her eccentric behavior. Continue reading