The meeting room was a large, circular chamber on the facility's fourth floor. A holographic projector dominated the center, currently displaying a map of the wasteland with Eclipse's fallen territories marked in gray. The walls were lined with data screens, most of them dark, a few displaying scrolling lines of code and energy readings.
Around the table, the key players gathered.
Julian was not there. He was still in the regenerative pod, his body slowly repairing itself. Emma was beside him in the critical care wing, also unconscious.
But everyone else had come.
Fey sat at the table's left side, her data-slate in front of her, her blue hair still slightly damp. Zoe sat beside her, silent, her blue eyes tracking every movement in the room. Dori was next to Zoe, her hands folded in her lap, her expression tense but no longer trembling.
