Playing the Game (Adventure) - Gorg Chum Saga 1

To an outsider the stares Councilor Gorg Chum was receiving would have been unreadable.  Though many of his species found the nickname "fish face" to be derogatory, he couldn't help but admit to himself that the description was apt.  Zelenca did share many similar features with their less evolved brethren.  Plus, unblinking, virtually expressionless stares certainly gave him an edge as a politican.  At least it did when he was talking to other species.

But in this case he was conversing with his own species.  He would have to tread carefully and think two moves ahead if he was to win this game.

"Fellow council members, as always I respect the general public's decisions.  To go against this would be to ruin the very foundation of our government.  My proposal is to merely make the public more aware of the threat.  Let the people decide."

The members of the board assigned to listen to his case murmured to each other.  Councilor Chum could feel the general disapproval.  Zelenca still retained evolutionary remnants of a group sense.  Scientists believed it originated from the days when they really did look like fish and had to swim in large schools.

"Councilor Chum, you are a very well respected member of our government.  We have no doubt that the threat you say the Imperium presents is real.  However, the public has already voted to not take any action.  This board feels that having them vote again will make no difference.  Your time would be best spent with... other projects."

The feeling of disapproval intensified.  If the board member had been less seasoned, Gorg was certain there would have been a hint of mockery.  A tingling in the back of his skull encouraged him to follow this group's decision.  To become one again with the group's direction.  But he ignored it.  This was too important.

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