"I would think that they would want you both to get in there, eh? Haven't you two been the ones chasing Manus across the galaxy?" Yerbol grimaced at Kinso's last question, the latter quickly and apologetically adding:
"Not that I object to your pursuit. Paix and I have a bit of history with his group. We...disagreed with his methods. Quite vocally in fact. And other ways." Paix followed this explanation with one of her own: 
"And that may or may not be why we're here." Yerbol wanted to ask more, but Paix seemed to sense his curiosity and told the Champions:
"When you both return, maybe we can have a nice dinner together and discuss mutual traumas, but for now..." The former Inquisitor waved her light blue hand at the now blinking holo unit holstered on Yerbol's belt. 
"I think you're needed elsewhere." 
"We'll keep the children in line. And Weylon. He'll need it." Another toothy grin. 

The communications hub was a far cry from the cobbled together equipment they salvaged from wrecks in their initial scrum against Bracknell. Instead of having both communications AND intelligence on the same floor of the former training facility, the former was shifted to one of the newer buildings erected post-Bracknell. Saresh and Won both donated military grade equipment to the new hub and in exchange the Council agreed to host several Alliance squadrons as a show of cooperation between both Force order and governmental entity. The rows of data terminal, holo communicators and other humming equipment that Yerbol couldn't identify was manned by a combination of Alliance specialists and volunteers who signed up with the Qyaari during Bracknell's reign but couldn't use the Force and/or didn't want to "buy in" to training their Force powers. Synthesizing the differing backgrounds proved to be an initial challenge, but as procedures were smoothed out and implemented, things got so smooth that Zinuthra was increasingly being used as a major point of communications for Alliance ships going out into Wild Space and planets near the border. It was one of those ships captains that was currently talking to Vano, whose dour expression reflected the tone of of the captain, who was just finishing a thought: 
"...and we can't just send in fighters! We've got our own problems to deal with!" The Elders, now fully assembled and standing on the opposite side of the terminal had varying expressions of worry(except for Voldon, whose facial expression seemed to never change except for when he got angry). 
"Captain, according to reports across every intelligence network we have access to as well as holonet broadcasts, the Outer Rim just plunged into outright chaos. We're going to need your fighters pulled back from Belsavis and directed towards the Rim." Malu's point was scoffed at by the captain, who retorted venomously: 
"You people can do what you want, but we CAN'T afford to get our people off of Belsavis. It's just too important. Unless Saresh gives me a direct order, we're not moving anywhere. Osun out." As the channel went dead, Voldon swore vehemently, looking to Kira with knowing indignation before addressing the others:
"Manus knew this was going to happen, he BLOODY KNEW IT!" 
"And that's something we have to react to now, Voldon. Beating ourselves up over this will do nothing." 
"Dare I ask...?" Yerbol trailed off, allowing Malu to pick up the slack:
"In sudden fashion, the Outer Rim has plunged into absolute chaos. Toxic gas leaks on Taris, a prison break on Belsavis, Alliance bases under assault by unknown forces on Hoth and, of most intrigue, a distress call from the Voss ambassador that...well, we'll let you hear it for yourself." She motioned to Vano, who complied with the directive. A moment later, a strained, but almost musical voice spoke in hushed tones: 
"I have escaped. Please, Alliance, your aid is needed for the Voss. The Nameless ones, they have come, they have killed so many. Our mystics did not foresee their coming, our defenses are failing. Please. Come." 
"Takes a lot of guts to take on the Voss on their home planet." Kira commented, Voldon nodding in agreement. 
"Whatever Manus wants, it HAS to be on Voss. The other planets are diversions and-"
"That doesn't mean we ignore the other planets." 
"You know how he works, Kira. If we divert forces-"
"Then we're no better than Manus! We promised to guard the innocent no matter what the cost. We can't be hypocrites...not again." Anyone else who challenged Voldon would normally have received some kind of vehement response, but Kira knew just how to get past the stony facade of her husband and convict him of what needed to be done. The presiding Elder sighed, then began to issue commands that begged to be followed: 
"We take whatever Qyaari we can and go to each world to snuff out the disasters. Whoever's ready, we send. The Alliance units already are gearing up to help. Malu, you know the younglings better than I do. Can you assign them accordingly?" 
"I'll want Aliel's help, but yes." She looked to Aliel with a smile.
"They'll want to see their favorite Elder down there." Aliel had indeed garnered somewhat of a reputation for being the "cool" Elder. Not that she wasn't teaching them rigorously enough, but her gentle approach garnered her a lot of admiration and respect from the youngsters. 
"Good. We'll send a strike team to each planet and I want an Elder on each planet."
"I'll go to Taris." Matt quickly said, arms crossed over his chest. 
"And I can head to Hoth. I've spent a lot of time there and would like to see it rid of whatever Manus inflicted on it." 
"Good. I'll head to Voss." He took a steely look at the Champions as he told them:
"You two are coming with me. You have experience against the Faceless and I'll need the most experienced back up possible." Voldon looked to Cheriss with a look that conveyed...something. Whatever was communicated seemed to be of most importance, seeing as the duo looked at each other for what felt like an eternity before Voldon asked Cheriss quietly:
"Where do you want to go?"