Game Changer: Day 2

Word Count: 12,007

Summary of Events:

Hawk returned and gave his report to the General Secretary, who was furious to learn that Hawk had been accompanied by inexperienced soldiers on his reconnaissance mission, instead of the veteran reconnaissance team the General Secretary had ordered accompany him; he was also dumbfounded at the idea that the Sons of Nahash could have survived in Deep Space and returned; in fact, the General Secretary — among others — wasn't wholly convinced it was humans, but speculated that some other intelligent life forms had appropriated the insignia after finding wreckage or abandoned ships bearing it . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

Hawk personally believed they would be human sons of Chesil as, aside from the animals, he’d never seen any other living creatures aside from human beings in his life, and he was pretty sure that if any had been found they would’ve been documented whether for the purpose of remembering or because of the fact that they might not necessarily have gotten along peaceably.

There was no recorded history of other creature groups aside from the ones that Hawk knew, leaving him hard-pressed to believe the idea that there were other creatures out there other than the ones already discovered — all of whom called Tamah home — even if it seemed odd that there would be this whole large and expansive universe and only human beings and animals they could use for food, help, and companionship dwelling in it; much less that there was only one planet on which all life could be sustained without any sort of aids like the oxygen processors that the colony had.

The General Secretary continued to answer questions of men who had their qualms about the invaders, and those who also were rather nonchalant and considered the fleet of Deep Space arrivals to be no threat whatsoever to them or their bid for control of Tamah.

Hawk personally didn’t see how people could be so nonchalant about the idea of ships emerging out of Deep Space and annihilating every single thing that they found orbiting about Maarath.

After all, if these were the Sons of Chesil — as Hawk, for one, was convinced they were — then it was more than likely that they had come back not only because there was nothing else, but likely because of the fact that they wanted revenge for the humiliating defeat which they had suffered at the hands of the Emim, particularly.

Even if they didn’t necessarily mean to stay, but meant to return to wherever they’d gone for three centuries, they meant to get revenge, particularly on the Emim, Hawk was sure, and it was not going to be at all a pleasant experience to get attacked in revenge, especially not considering just how accurate their fire had been on those dozen ships.

There had really only been one or two missed shots, although Hawk had certainly felt like one of those stray shots had actually been meant to harm him, even if the Sons of Chesil shouldn’t have been able to see or detect him with his cloaking on.