(Omake) Bearer Of Bad News (Canon)
Panory
The Omake Dragon
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Bearer of Bad News
Mitth'ras'safis thought he would be happy for any relief from the ceaseless paperwork that flowed across his desk. Truly a Syndic's work was never done. Yet he would have doubtless preferred that his workload be doubled if it let him turn back time and not answer that call. Because standing in front of Mitth'ras'safis was his brother, Mitth'raw'nuruodo. His brother who had been exiled, and was no longer his brother.
"Mitth'raw'nuruodo, I was under the impression that you had been exiled, and were to never return to or contact the Chiss Ascendancy again." he said, keeping his voice even with all his experience as a politician. Even that was barely enough to hold back the rising tide of emotion that filled him at the sight of his brother.
"Mitth'ras'safis, I have news of great importance to the Ascendancy. I felt it required a temporary breach of my exile." said his brother, who's voice didn't waver in the slightest. Mitth'raw'nuruodo always had the stronger nerves between the two of them.
"I will be the judge of that. What information do you have that could be so important?" asked Mitth'ras'safis. It would have been more proper to end the call as soon as he saw who it was, but it wasn't illegal to contact those in exile if the wellbeing of the Ascendancy depended on it, and Mitth'ras'safis decided to abuse that clause dependent on his judgement if it meant seeing his brother's face longer.
"A small sample of Mnggal-Mnggal was smuggled into the galaxy at large." Any sentimentality left Mitth'ras'safis as he was flooded with fear. Mnggal-Mnggal was an unstoppable monstrosity, a nightmare that could only be slowed as it consumed the galaxy. If even a small piece of the abomination made its way to a populated planet, let alone one with star ships, it was over. "It was a small piece that had been contained and on an isolated planet. At my urging, the sample was destroyed with precise charges of explosives, everything leaving the planet was screened no fewer than twice, and the planet's surface was targeted with a sustained orbital bombardment."
Mitth'ras'safis gave a sigh of relief as he released the tension that had built up. "The Chiss Ascendancy thanks you for your role in averting such an unimaginable disaster, Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Still, that any of Mnggal-Mnggal could escape the world's we've contained it to is troubling. I shall pass this news on with a recommendation to resurvey any worlds we thought clean and tighten security on those we're aware of."
"We must all do our part in the face of such a threat." said Mitth'raw'nuruodo with the solemn tone that always accompanied talk of Mnggal-Mnggal. "If I might put forth a suggestion to switch to a garrisoned sector-based security net, I feel-"
Mitth'ras'safis raised a hand to cut him off. "Mitth'raw'nuruodo."
"Ah yes, exile. Of course. Well then I suppose I must make do with wishing you good luck in your containment efforts." said Mitth'raw'nuruodo with an exasperated sigh. It pained Mitth'ras'safis to turn away his brother's advice, which was likely better than anything that would be proposed, but the tradition of exile meant even less if the exiled could still participate in military planning sessions. Still, Mitth'ras'safis would remember what his brother had said before being cut off, and try to extrapolate from there. It wouldn't be as good as having Mitth'raw'nuruodo present, but it was still better than anything else.
"Well then, that concludes my report. I must get back to my job, which is both keeps me entertained and challenged." Mitth'raw'nuruodo said, the attempt to inform Mitth'ras'safis of his wellbeing thinly veiled, but not unappreciated. "Good luck, brother."
Mitth'ras'safis closed his eyes to prevent the tears welling up from flowing down his face. "Yes, good luck, brother." He ended the call after that, but it was some time before Mitth'ras'safis was collected enough to return to his paperwork.
AN: Hope you like Chiss names, because Jesus are those hard to spell. Remember the sacrifice I made to bring you this touching brotherly conversation.
...jk I just copied and pasted them over and over. Hooray for technology!