Baal Varad
Cannibal King
MOUNT EFREETI
The holoscreen fizzled, static.
"-RIEST.
SKIRATA.
VIZSLA.
CHORN.
RODARCH.
SPAR.
ELDAR.
SAXON."
A robotic voice was rattling off names. Meraxis's hand began smacking the right side of his boom tube. "Damned tech."
"PRIEST.
SKIRATA.
VIZSLA.
CHORN.
RODARCH.
SPAR.
ELDAR.
SAXON."
Meraxis tapped his commlink, directing it to the gate guards down at Central. "Hey, flip on the tube, are y-... yeah. Just repeating all the known Clans on Mand'oa, yeah. Keeps cycling? How long has it been going fo...oh okay. Wait." The chanting stopped for a second, though an image of an unremarkable face was attempting to push through the static of the video. It looked very robotic in nature, but was holding still, silent, the chanting had stopped. Blue pixels on the screen sat motionless, flickering occasionally as the sound of static permeating the otherwise empty room Meraxis sat in. He slid his bowl of food to the right, attempting to change channel. They were all like this. All stuck. All invaded by some rogue droid, it looked like. Some malicious netrunner, some hacker. Meraxis slapped the side of the tube again, and almost on cue, the voice began again with a different tune.
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Meraxis sat mortified. The almost gregorian chanting was haunting. It wasn't just one voice, it was a choir. Almost singing it in a tenor's voice. Alor Ka'ra? Ka'ras were... not really a thing anymore. If it was what Meraxis was thinking anyways. Was this the Graug again? They'd never done anything like this, or demonstrate the capability to do it. Had to be raiders. Had to be some sort of propaganda, attempting to use their Mandalorian culture against us. It wouldn't work... His commlink rang. The young Vereen answered it immediately. "Yeah. Channel 8020.9?" Meraxis hastily flipped the channel. "Yeah, I see it. Looks like grid points. Yeah. Right. Yeah it's coming out to .... Mount Efreeti. Huh. Weird. Yeah
Hanging up his commlink, he immediately dialed his supervisor. Or tried, at least. He was immediately sent to holomail, a busy signal.
At Mount Arreat, Baal's gauntlet clasped around his communication's tech's shoulder. "They'll be here before long. Continue to send the location, continue to summon the Alors." Looking out a the horizon, Baal crossed his arms.
"It is time the Alor Council met."