The young Fallen-
Sweating, breathing hard, heart pulsating.
Nervous.
He was under pressure. A lot of pressure.
The meeting.
Him, the Head Fallen, a mortal who was rumored to be just as intelligent as the head Fallen if not more intelligent, and another mortal who turned out to be the son of that intelligent woman and also the pseudo leader of the whole armada of the Artificial beings.
A meeting of five and perhaps one that'd shape the fate of the Fallen Empire.
The meeting was taking place on Aya. A rouge planet near the end of Milkdromeda. Three specific fleets had this planet surrounded. One belonging to humans, one belonging to the Fallen and the other to the R.I.
Of course, another smaller fleet was also present- to oversee everything. But that was a different matter.
