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A month had passed since the sudden death of the world president, and for three weeks, the mysterious virus had been spreading through Lunar Divide and beyond. The settlements were on edge, and tension rippled across the 13 nations of Mars. The vice president of the world government had called for an emergency meeting, gathering all the nation presidents and key leaders to address the crisis.
In the grand holographic hall, the leaders of Mars materialized, their holographic figures shimmering with urgency. Among them was Manav, President of the Goodie Hunters, whose presence was both commanding and enigmatic. Known for his sharp intellect and tactical mind, he was a force to be reckoned with, even among the most powerful leaders.
The vice president began, his tone grave. "Fellow leaders, we are facing an unprecedented crisis. The tragic loss of our world president has left a void, and now, this virus threatens to destabilize everything we've built. We must act swiftly and decisively."
Leela, the nation president of Lunar Divide, spoke up, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. "Lunar Divide is struggling. The virus is spreading rapidly, and we lack the resources to contain it effectively. My people are afraid, and their trust in governance is waning."
Manav, seated with his characteristic calm, leaned forward. "The virus is not just a biological threat—it's a social one. Fear breeds chaos. Panic undermines order. If we fail to control the narrative, we risk losing more than lives; we risk losing the unity of Mars."
The vice president nodded, acknowledging Manav's insight. "What do you propose, President Manav?"
Manav's holographic figure seemed to radiate authority. "First, transparency. The people must know we are working toward a solution, but we must temper their expectations with realism. Second, coordination. Each nation must contribute to a unified response—be it resources, expertise, or enforcement measures. And third, investigation. This virus's selective nature is no coincidence. We need to understand its origin and intent."
President Varun of Eclipse territory interjected, "Are you implying this virus could be man-made?"
Manav's gaze was piercing. "I'm implying we leave no possibility unexplored. Mars has enemies—both within and beyond. Ignorance is not a luxury we can afford."
Leela sighed, her resolve strengthening. "Lunar Divide will do its part. But our medical facilities are overwhelmed. If we don't receive aid soon, the death toll will rise exponentially."
The vice president assured her, "The Global Parliament's scientists are working tirelessly on a vaccine. We'll prioritize sending additional supplies to Lunar Divide. For now, I urge every nation to enforce strict quarantine measures."
The discussion continued, with leaders like Varun and Vinay debating strategies, but Manav's words lingered. His reputation as a strategist made his opinions carry immense weight, and the other presidents knew that dismissing him could prove costly.
The meeting ended with the vice president's closing remarks. "This virus is a test of our resilience. Stay vigilant, stay united, and remember—Mars thrives only when its leaders stand together."
Later that evening, in the secluded headquarters of the Goodie Hunters, Manav stood in the open-air courtyard. The crimson hue of the Martian sky reflected in his thoughtful eyes. Beside him stood Ryan Jim, his most trusted right-hand man.
"The meeting was predictable," Ryan began, his voice steady. "They'll scramble to act, but the virus is spreading faster than their solutions."
Manav nodded, his expression unreadable. "Their short-sightedness is their downfall. But this virus intrigues me. It's selective, almost… precise."
Ryan's brow furrowed. "Do you think it's intentional?"
Manav's gaze turned cold. "I don't believe in coincidences, Ryan. Whoever unleashed this virus has a purpose, and it's our job to uncover it."
Ryan crossed his arms, his loyalty unwavering. "The Goodie Hunters are ready. Just say the word."
"Not yet," Manav said, his tone calculated. "For now, we observe. Let the world leaders exhaust their resources. When they falter, we'll step in—as saviors or conquerors, depending on what benefits us most."
Ryan smirked. "Always the strategist."
Manav allowed a faint smile. "It's not strategy, Ryan. It's survival. The Goodie Hunters didn't rise to power by chance. We've always thrived in chaos, and this virus is no different."
As the two men stood in silence, the distant hum of Mars's settlements seemed to echo the tension of the moment. For the world, the virus was a crisis. For Manav and his Goodie Hunters, it was an opportunity—a chance to reshape the future of Mars under their rule.