You are trapped.
You sit in front of a computer counsel, the emblem of a fish tattooed on the back of your hand. The room around you is dark. With you is Star, looking posh and self-assured as always, as well as Sun. Star sees you staring and raises an eyebrow. Sun just gazes forward, an empty expression on his face as always.
No. No. You don't want to end up like him. Help. Please. God, someone help you.
Star continues examining you, but when you say nothing, you can't., she turns back to the screen. Just in time for all of the other members to join.
There is yourself, Sun, and Star. Key appears demanding to know why she was kept waiting. Lantern is next, her appearance hidden as always. Hand is last to arrive, the Speaker appearing for it, a Japanese woman with tired eyes and prematurely gray hair.
You feel disappointment at not seeing Hand. It is glorious. You feel relief he is not here. He is disgusting.
"Calm yourself," the Speaker says, tersely, "Crown-over-Moon was delayed. He will be joining us shortly. If you cannot be patient, you can at least silence your prattle."
Key gasps in outrage, and promises revenge. But the Speaker just ignores her, as if she were insignificant.
Key likely would have escalated, but just then, finally, the last member arrives. It is an impossibly thin man in a suit, sitting in a large office. There's something different about him this time, however. His perpetually bored expression is filled with delight. His immaculately groomed hair is out of place, but he looks more alive than he ever has. Key complains that he kept them all waiting.
"Yes, I did," he agrees, "But I had to ensure our private connection. Or do you want this meeting intercepted? I'll remind you that we have not yet located Moon River."
Next to him is a dark-skinned woman starting ahead and operating a computer with a blank gaze. She wears a black costume inlaid with a pattern of blue circuitry. An IV extends from her arm, into a solution in a bag that is being fed into her. She is like you.
You can see she's moderating the call, and Moon-over-Crown gestures for her to encrypt it. She doesn't react. Moon-over-Crown drops his grin and signs, taking out a sryinge and then injecting something—No. No!—into the port that finds its way to the girl. She then moves like a robot, encrypting the connection and making it impossible to trace.
"Ah, tedious. I'm not sure how you manage with Sun, Star," he says.
Star gives an elegant, rueful smile.
"We all must do the best with what the Hand has blessed us. I am,however, glad the method has been improved," she says with a pointed glance at you, "Managing two of them would be beyond even me."
"Did Black Swan really beat Scarlet Maturity?" Lantern interrupts. She acts too young and impulsive for her own good.
"Ah, you were watching were you?" Moon-over-Crown says, "I thought the Speaker instructed you to avoid her."
"I was far away," Lantern protests, "She can't see if I'm far enough away!"
You get the impression that the last part was directed at the Speaker. She says nothing.
"S-so, did she?"
Moon-over-Crown nods, "She did. Christian is overjoyed. He has been sulking since we refused to allow him to engage the thirteen of the Catch-22."
Moon-over-Crown shrugs in an ill-fitting, casual gesture.
"Lady Leizi thoroughly outmaneuvered us. Justice Unlimited remains opaque, the details of 'Project Prometheus' unknown. And now, with them back in the Apiary, they will be hidden from our sight once again."
". . . the Apiary is mean. It can see me peeking," Lantern sulks.
Key says Moon-over-Crown seems pleased with being incompetent.
"Pleased? I'm positively energized. Worthy opponents are to be cherished, after all," he says, "Perhaps it's just a difference in philosophy. You, my dear Key, are what one might call 'eusocial'. You believe society should be organized in a strict caste system organized around the needs of the reproducer. I am a social darwinist. The strong become stronger or they are left behind."
Moon-over-Crown gives a rare grin.
"The world was so dull before. Now we have foes we can't watch and with knives hidden up their sleeves. We shall overcome them, or we were never meant to be masters of this world."
Key calls Moon-over-Crown filthy names that do nothing to diminish his grin. Key gets even angrier, but there is a loud, booming, disgusting glorious gurgle you hear in your mind. Ah, Hand is here after all!
"Hand sees merit in Moon-over-Crown's position even if the Hand does not endorse it," the Speaker says, "Now cease this squabbling. Moon-over-Crown, I assume you have plans to make up for your failure."
"As ever," Moon-over-Crown says, "Dominion's pillars cannot remain secret any longer. If we do not reveal them, then Lady Leizi will. To that end, I've reached out to the Americans and Allied Global Logistics. You'll see the announcement in the coming days."
"They're cooperating?" Star says, "How unexpected."
"Yes," Moon-over-Crown agrees, "However, after their sacrificial dragnet of Justiciar turned up nothing but your genuinely ignorant predecessor, they're desperate. King grows ever closer to his quarry. It seems he has help now as well. The Interlocutor has grown more cunning as well—no doubt using who it took from the QZ—but it's only a matter of time before it is pinned down."
"We will act before then," the Speaker says, "Now, everyone will separately receive their orders. Star, prepare your charges. It's almost time."
"Very well." She looks at you. "Fish will need more preparation however. It seems she's awake again."
You scream inside your own mind. No, please, God no. It's harder to come back every time you go away. Help. Please. Anyone.
Help.
The meeting ends.