Once more, at the large, oval, oaken table, the council was gathered. Malachai cleared his throat, getting the attention of the others. "Fellow council members," he began, "what is the report on the 'Creation's Weapons' and the 'Creation's Weapon'?"

Jadea nodded and spoke up. "Well, Malachai, sir, we've identified the location of the current weapon those 'wanderers' are after, and quite an interesting fact about them."

Malachai nodded, gesturing for the girl to elaborate.

Jadea cleared her voice before continuing. "Sir, it seems, in total, there were 47 Creation's Weapons."

The council was alive with murmured concerns until Malachai spoke up. "were...what do you mean were?"

"Well, just what I said. Since then, a good many have been destroyed. Some were also melted down and made into the central weapon. Now...we're not sure if there's a few more or less then that number of wanderers. But we're sure it's not many in total at all." She glanced to her printed reports and spoke up again. "Also, weapon number 11 has gon-"

Malachai waved a hand dismissively. "Gone missing. Yes. We don't need to worry about that one." He smiled slightly. Jadea didn't quite know how to respond, so she quietly sat down again.

The elder demon of the group looked around. "Any more business?"

Vole cleared his throat and took the floor. "Well, sir, I have been doing some figuring, and, seeing as that they're beginning to separate. Suppose we could...'draw them out thin' a bit more? We get em off alone or in pairs, they're as good as dead opposing our superior strength." He sat down again, grinning at the ingenuity of the plan. Malachai rubbed his chin, slowly grinning himself.

"Yes..yes...a good idea. Very well then," he looked around, "Who's up to cause a little 'micheif'?"

The vote was unanimous…

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C.R. shook his head in worry, pacing the floor. The group had taken a room at a local inn in town, all save a few people who wandered off. They were all grouped in C.R.'s room, and were watching him pace the floor, all but Ian, who oddly had a red mark around his throat that looked as if he had been squeezed there quite tightly. It sort of hurt for him to move it.

C.R. shook his head again. "I don't like it, it's too crucial a time." he muttered aloud.

"What is?," 6400 asked.

C.R. looked over and sighed. "Well, the council has been on the rampage, or most of em anyways. They're attacking some of your homeplanets as we speak." He straightened his tie and continued. "Like, for example..." And he individually went around to many of them, telling exactly what was wrong. As he stopped, he cleared his voice. "Now I didn't mention all of you, because they're not dealing with reigions that affect all of you. So, I hate to do this, but I highly suggest you whom this applies to make a stop back home and take someone with you, as there's likely to be two council members to a
planet. On some, there's only one, but they're so strong, you're better off having two people."

He pointed to the wall and several Rip Holes formed on it. Labels of their destinations were posted above them. "Now please go and return post haste. I ask that some people remain here, however." He surveyed the room and pointed to Jaded. "You, for one." Jaded shrugged and C.R.'s finger moved to Scilas. "You as well."

Scilas waved a hand. "I rather not accompany anyone anyways, thanks."

Next, the Rip Watcher pointed to Omega. "You as well. We'll need the Spectrum's most skilled pilot if they get the weapon and make a break for it."

Omega saluted, and C.R. lowered his hand. "Everyone else is free to attend to whatever. His gaze fell upon Ian, sitting on one of the bed's ends. "Except you. We'll need a mechanic incase they damage the train."

Ian silently nodded and C.R. waved a hand. "Everyone else, excluding Rainy, is free to go."

And, with that order, the group dispersed.