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**Two Solid Shadows** Grzegorzy's team followed far behind their target, activing their cloaking systems as they emerged from behind a blackened stone. They were almost totally silent, and there was very little that could detect them - a casual observer would find it nearly impossible. Even more, on their boots were cushioning devices designed to mask the sounds of their steps. For all intents and purposes, they were among the best-equipped covert operations troops around, and they were just as well trained. The problem with the Stoor homeworld, of course, was the carpet of engineered organisms that laid across the ground, so they were forced to be incredibly careful with their steps, especially as their target turned a corner - and reached the exact spot at which their plan would go into motion, within the confined of their home. Moving like lightning, and without even the slightest sound, Grzegorzy planted a powerful tranquilizing agent into their target, dropping them to the ground in mere moments. This was their only chance - the agent wouldn't work again. With superhuman strength, the team pushed the Stoor past the entryway, and closed it tightly. The clock was ticking - they had to do this quickly. The team's surgeon quickly went to work, opening up access to the Stoor's brain. Within moments, she hooked up a memory module to the Stoor, and began to fill their head with false feelings and ideas. The Stoor would begin to feel anger towards the civilians that cobtrolled the military's supply lines. Their insolence, to a veteran, would seem like the sole reason the Stoor didn't have the entire galaxy in their grasp. Yet, still, merely politically maneuvering against them would be useless. There had to be a way to strike fear into their hearts. No specific memories, nothing terribly wrong - only general feelings and ideas. Finally, after the process was complete, the surgeon sealed the wound with a powerful dose of nanobots which quickly exited the Stoor's body after the job was complete, and the team left, just like that, retreating to their embassy. In moments, the Stoor would awaken. In but a few more minutes, though, Grzegorzy was dressed in a standard-issue GIC government environmental protection suit - the kind worn by diplomats on Two Solid Shadows - and he would approach yet another target, though much more friendly than before. "Excuse me, if you don't mind me asking, what is it like serving under such an important officer in the Manifold? I've been asked to compile data about your culture, since I used to serve as a cultural liason under the GIC's High Admiral. If you could answer my questions, my government will ensure that you are well-compensated for your contributions." **Earth, India, Delhi** The false flag - oftentimes, it was the most important step in ensuring sabotage operations went off without a hitch. "And this time's no different..." Allison grumbled to herself, kicking a lone pebble. The black markets of India were some of the largest on Earth, centuries ago, and they still were in the 26th century. If information needed to get around, this was how. She grinned, approaching one of the poorer-looking dealers, and pat the man on his shoulder with a warm smile. "I've got some information for you. Give me some of your finest product, and it's yours." She grumbled. The man quirked an eyebrow, and cocked his head, sighing as he opened a rather old-looking envelope. His eyes immediately went wide, especially considering the evidence stuffed inside the folds of paper --just enough to warrant suspicions--, and stuffed a handful of packets of pink gel into Allison's hand. She nodded knowingly, and shook his head as she headed off. "Make sure to get a good profit off of that, hmm? I bet you plenty of Stoor would want to know about such a threat to their reputation." **GCN Headquarters, Sagittarius-A*** Alexander found himself grinning inwardly as the disgusting blob of a living being rolled lazily into the Council Chamber, though he did his best to maintain a neutral expression. He simply watched, his muscles tensing and relaxing - his body's fight-or-flight response acting up at the mere site of the beast. He turned his head upwards, looking at what he assumed what the Stoor's face, and forced a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He said, nodding. "I can see the Manifold has quite a reputation to maintain, yes? I'm glad you made the decision to attend the Galactic Council of Nations. I can assure you, it'll do nothing but improve the way the galaxy looks at you." He explained, finally sitting back into his chair. All he could do now was wait as the other attendees began to arrive. Presuming they provided proper verification, they would be led to the chamber.

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