"We would need time to gather the officers. An hour, or two. We've received radios from William, as a matter of fact, so we can call you on those if you have one, when we are ready." Zero speaks into the radio, ordering the nulls to gather the officers.
You nod, asking for the channel, then return to your quarters to find Lucille. It takes a few minutes to activate her, but the needles dig into your flesh, into your bone, and her voice quietly chimes to life within your head.
[Goodmorning Pheobe. How may I be of service today?]
You inform her to beginning listening to the agreed-upon radio channel.
[Affirmative. Beginning to monitor.]
You take hold of MItch's chain and head down to one of unoccupied storage levels, taking him for a jog through the empty hallways, pass open cryogenic containment units, and storage centers. You pass by a few laborers, but they do not bother you, giving you a polite bow of their heads while they continue their many tasks. Eventually, Lucille speaks -- its, not a direct connection, you note, but rather Lucille repeating the words spoken. It's a little odd.
["We are ready for you now, Pheonix."] Breathing out a quick sigh of exertion, you deposit Mitch in your quarters, shrugging on one of Emma's coats and leaving for the amphitheater. As you pass by, hidden in the gantries built into the structure, you look down at the crowd. It is far less packed than before. Filled only with Crusader Officers and their closest subordinates, you note. Many are wounded, leaning on their comrades. They all look young.
Nobody waits backstage for you.
Who are we selecting?