They were all there, in person, on the space station. Not many of them were happy though.
"You're going to let humans on the council? Have you lost what few wits you had left?" Lancel said, his eyes fierce, as the Violet swirled within. He wasn't the only one on the council looking upset, but he was the first to voice it.
The council chamber on the station was a huge room, with incredible views of the Earth, and space. With all thirteen inside it felt cramped and dangerous, like being in a spacious lions' den or a munitions storage room. Too much power casually sitting in boardroom chairs.
"The Thirteen saved this planet, do you think we aren't enough any longer?" Sivrit asked. He was a tall, lanky man, dressed in a single breasted jacket that looked more fashion house than military. The huge sword beside him didn't fit the image though.
