(Meanwhile, High Administrator Straton's POV, Planet Zeta)
High Administrator Straton sat alone in his dimly lit office, as the towering glass panels behind him reflected the sprawling lights of Planet Zeta, one of the Universal Government's most important administrative hubs.
Before him laid a data slate used only for sending highly sensitive Righteous Faction information, as he typed a weekly report on it, only for his typing to be interrupted by an urgent message.
*Beep*
*Beep*
[Code 53]
The encryption was one he recognized instantly—
A code reserved only for one informant.
The Third Elder.
A man who had fed the Universal Government covert Cult intelligence for over a century now.
'An urgent message from informant 53?'
Straton wondered, as he straightened in his seat, the message unfolding before him line by line, as the secure encryption was decrypted.
—
"Respected High Administrator,
It is with absolute certainty that I pass this message on to you—
