The Discussion of the First Evil
Spotty
Spotty leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her steepled fingers as she considered the situation. Her crystalline blue eyes were calm, but a flicker of uncertainty danced in their depths—an uncommon sensation for someone of her immense power.
The idea of an entity potentially stronger than her or Ila gnawed at her thoughts. It’s a possibility, yes, but probabilities often hinge on unknowns. If it is weaker—or bound by rules it cannot break—then this might be manageable.
After a moment of silence, she spoke, her tone measured and steady. "First, as Ila said, the databanks are fragmented. The true extent of the First Evil's nature and powers in corporeal form is unknown."
Her gaze shifted briefly to Ila, then to Elizabeth, as she continued. "It being more powerful than Ila, and perhaps even me, is just the worst-case scenario. It might very well be weaker. But we cannot afford to rely on assumptions. We must prepare for all possibilities."
She straightened slightly, her crystalline eyes narrowing as her thoughts sharpened. "There’s also the issue of its true nature. If it is one of the powers that be, our power inhibitors should be effective against it. But again, there are too many unknowns."
Her voice softened slightly, though her resolve was evident. "We shall scout out this Earth using cloaked unmanned drones to gather as much data as possible with as little risk to us as possible. Only once we know more will we decide on a further course of action."
Ila
Ila stood silently for a moment, her amber eyes narrowing as she processed Spotty’s words. Though she respected Spotty’s methodical approach, the mention of the First Evil still left a bitter taste in her mouth. It feels wrong, she thought. Too many unknowns, too much room for error.
Finally, she inclined her head slightly. "You’re right," she admitted, her tone carrying a grudging respect. "A direct confrontation without more information would be reckless. The drones are a good start."
Her arms crossed over her chest, her expression thoughtful. "But if this entity truly is corporeal and as powerful as the databanks suggest, even cloaked drones might draw its attention. We should be prepared to act quickly if things escalate."
Her thoughts lingered on the fragmented reports. Corporeal or not, the First Evil is an anomaly. And anomalies have a way of turning into disasters if not handled properly.
Elizabeth
Elizabeth leaned back slightly in her chair, her brows furrowed as she considered Spotty’s words. The logical part of her mind appreciated the caution. Spotty’s plan to use drones made sense—it minimized risk while maximizing information.
But the part of her that had fought alongside Spotty’s forces for years bristled slightly. Sometimes, you can’t win by playing safe. Sometimes, you just have to hit hard and fast.
Still, she trusted Spotty’s judgment. If anyone could navigate this, it was her.
"That’s… smart," Elizabeth said finally, her tone contemplative. "We’ll know what we’re dealing with before we step into the fire."
Her gaze shifted to Ila, then back to Spotty. "But I agree with Ila. Even drones might not be enough. If this thing is as powerful as the databanks hint, it could sense us anyway. We’ll need a backup plan in case things go sideways."