Three large trucks burst through the city gate, churning up the remaining patches of grass along the city's entrance. They were well armored, their hulls originating from some sort of titanium alloy hardened and tainted with rust. The first trunk paused upon reaching the first group, drifting slightly, and coming to a halt. The second and third vehicles seemed to swoop wide around the crew, meeting on opposing flanks-- the Second Serenity were being herded like cattle at a rodeo.
Leaning out from the window of the first trunk was man no older than 28, his face fresh and his hair saved into a Mohawk. He wore a black arm band on his right shoulder, depicting a white circle encasing nothingness-- no faction, no symbol, no pride.
A blaster hung from this arm, dangling over the side of the vehicle. The grey plastic-metal device would slowly raise itself until it stood parallel to Corrin's face, an energy bullet crackling in its chamber
"Darrin! Macov!- Form a perimeter around the ship" He cried, lunging out of the door. "Flush out anyone inside, and shoot to kill- Evelyn does not need 'em all alive for...interrogation. The rest of you can round up these creep, sedate them if you have to" 12 more men leaped from the back of the respective vans, following Edgar's orders to the letter. The formed an oval around the crew, 2 meters between each man, the trucks filling in any gaps. They too raised their weapons, all of which seemed to be variants of the gun their leader held. They began to advance inwards
"Certainly not yet...certainly not now...but if we can acquire the Clean-slate Antidote, the day may not be far off...That matters at hand must be dealt with first, however"
"Containing the Jedi was far easier than we first anticipated, Crichton" Sate murmured, placing her joined hands onto her lap
"Upon the arrival of Agent Smith, David was able to study the code make-up of his very being. From there, using a variation of the Gallifreyan 'Statis Cubes', we were able to transport the entirety of Tython into a makeshift Matrix. Once the Jedi vanished under suspicious circumstances, SPECTRE, according to the Agent, out ruled the event a genocide, or a natural disaster of sorts"
"Dark aligned Midi-clorians" Smith interjected, breathing deeply "As I recall, work...differently, to that of the Jedi...they are more hostile...harder to manipulate. Only neutral or light aligned midi-clorians of a certain ratio will will suffice-- our scientific advisers confirmed it time and time again. With the 90% of force users working alongside either the Jedi or Sith, approximately 8.9% of the remaining carrying too weak of a ratio, only 1.1% of the remaining neutral force sensitives will provide any use to SPECTRE, many of which are undiscovered"
"Yet" The Jedi Master made a gesture with her left hand, pushing her outstretched palm across the table like a sail "Tracking down the remaining sensitives should be a priority--"
"Da!! My men will handle such a triiiviallll task!!"
Shiro's rambling simply confirmed the Alec's beliefs regarding the councils vote to let the General Join--- they wanted him for his resources, not his mind, and certainly not his personality
The Council of JANUS remained silent for a moment, while all present seemed to contemplate life, the universe and everything, alongside any back up plans they may have failed to discuss
Nothing came to mind
Of course, General White was one of the leaders of the Red Ribbon Army, however he was not the leader ; if they wished to use his forces in an all out war against SPECTRE, they would have to first address the equally stubborn, equally brash and equally stupid council of the Red Ribbon. Such bargains would take decades, if not centuries to complete...and the promises they would have to make
David had forces too, both in Chicago and within his loyalist. They would probably be strong enough to hold their own against SPECTRE forces that planned to attack the faction system, but the loses would be great...If Mr.Daniels would be allowed to 'Cut loose', however, unleashing enough of his "Serums" to turn the skies to gold, they could truly fight their foe head on...
For perhaps a week, if they were lucky
CLEANSLATE out manned and out gunned his loyalists to extreme levels; by the time they could produce a formula to eradicate even a fraction of their next invading force, Gero and Davros would have created an antidote, an improved model, and a new element-- both men were far smarter than he was, 20 fold each, not to include the millions upon millions of other scientists they had at their disposal compared to his precious few. David knew this...and feared this...
Smith stood as nothing more than an informant- outside of the Matrix, his 'mortal' form was nothing more than a martial artist; a marital artist strong enough to match Hit's strength, but a martial artist none the less. He too would be unable to take down a battle cruiser, especially without Ki- infiltration, however...
At this point in time, their best bet was Janus' criminal links, security forces/private army and weaponry
"My Jedi..." Shan muttered, breaking through her long, meditative silence "One Jedi can be enough to shift any war, if the force wills it. We currently have hundreds of Jedi training on Tython, alongside several battalions of Republic volunteers. We may not have been able to defeat the Empire in our last war, yet this time, if we combine out forces, we may be able to hold SPECTRE at bay while you initiate further plans-- perhaps even rendezvous with other allies...yet such a plan garanteers the loss of our advantage...SPECTRE will find the blood they search for...."
And with that, Shan retunred to her meditation, searching her thoughts for a greater solution-- in short, the council were starved of a solution...