[...Talk of Talks...]
The room ran dead cold. Heartbeats rang in their heads, bouncing around with a prevalent annoyance. One dared not make a sound.
The eyes of every commander and Admiral were glued to the screen, and each time one of them blinked, their stomach churned with a tightening clasp.
Darkness consumed the briefing room in a single gulp, masquerading the steel walls and furniture as an unobstructed void.
Blue, luminous glows from the large, rectangular screen highlighted the silhouettes of the figures in the room, with sharp, white moving outlines, such as a shoulder, a cap, or a hand.
Whistles, booms, the shrieking cry of steel molding in on itself with metaphysical force.
The ground cracked and pulverized, uprooting itself into millions of pieces. The aftermath caused shrapnel to fill the feed with disorienting, incomprehensible footage that only served as manure.
A single, black blur of a mass darted from each corner of the screen. With each pass, more devastation occurred, and without exception, more chaos unfolded in unbridled restraint.
The feed ended on the black blur, giving the figures a phantom semblance of control over the unknown creature.
Lights buzzed to life inside the briefing room with a chruuumm.
Admiral Anthony Booker surveyed the room slowly. The man's hand clenched tight into a fist, which served as support for his head.
Each person in the room wore a mask that covered their bodies. The brass jittered in their seats with hefty breaths. A finger tapped against the table. Booker included. Finally, his eyes landed on the commander next to the screen with an amalgamation of swirling emotions.
"Mind, explaining to us what we just witnessed, Commander Kidd?" Commander Kidd, dressed in an admirability of pure white and gold uniform, held his words. His head swift directions to the brass in front of him and the screen beside him with trepidation.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what you just witnessed was an assault by an unknown vortex capable energy signature without the presence of a spawning at P-site 3." The room erupted into a maelstrom of shocked gasps.
The brass murmured and scoffed. Generals rubbed their faces and signed, stopping their heads from dropping in disbelief. Commanders stayed attentive to the explanation with unwavering focus. Anthony Booker's hand covered his mouth, a sharp breath escaping him.
"We have reason to believe this is not the first time we've seen an abominatinous of this distinct caliber," Commander Kidd changed the feed to one of an aerial view.
Multiple feeds displayed the embedded cameras attached to the helmets of several pilots. The interior of the cockpits was a whirlwind of flickering lights and controls that recorded the actions and point of view of each pilot.
"B.E.G. was the first response to the spawning at 0800 in Wilmington, where it took place, as you all know, before significant military forces were laid down upon the city," Commander Kidd explained.
B.E.G. unloaded a heavy payload of missiles, destroying the spawning amalgamation with an earth-shaking ball of fire that consumed it whole. When the strike fighter group rebounded for another attack, they were met with a blazing blur.
"What was that!? What the hell was that? It went by like we were standing still!" The pilot's voice burst through the feed in crispness, unbothered by the garbled sounds of battle.
When the feed ended, the entire strike fighter group had been destroyed. The room was left in unfiltered silence, unnerved.
Commander Kidd fiddled with the controls of the footage, stopping at a singular point that showcased a familiar blur.
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War Of The Race's
Action2071 Current Age: Dark Hope-Starlight As tensions brew between the Anthro race and mankind, over many political and ideological accidents and general fear of one another, the inevitable fate of war broke out, which lasted for many years. Later tens...
