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On the Chosen ship, everything was orderly. The priests that came to bless the flight performed the rites to the men, for good luck and if in case of a fight, strength. The ship itself looked like the inside of a church-meets-spaceship style as the Chosen never left anywhere without their Goddess watching over them.

 William was the only one that didn't seem calm. He didn't know what to do. Should he show strength in the upcoming negotiations? Should he be pliable? What if they see his genetic defects? What if they consider it a threat? What if--

"Hierarch?" 

His train of thoughts was interrupted by an Adept, a bit annoyed but nonetheless grateful that his moment of weakness passed, he turned around. 

"Don't you know it's against the will of the Goddess to interrupt a Hierarch when he is praying?" 

"I-I..."

"Yes? Speak, use those vocal cords and tell me why you've interrupted me."

"The other humans agreed to come on board, they're sending a general over to us. " 

"A general? Alright, prepare the conference room. Make sure they're brought directly to me. I want them scanned the moment they step on our ship. We need to know everything there is about them. "

"Understood Hierarch."

As the Adept turned to leave, William said "Have the Rejected ready to drop on their ship if they try anything and have ELX-001 and ELX-16 in the conference room with me alongside 4 other Elite Guards."

ELX-001 and ELX-16, named after the serum that created them in the first place, were the most human Rejected they had on board and they all had a very special, albeit rare trait, they could change their skin color to match whatever they would touch. A precaution.

The conference room was soon ready for visitors. A big round table in the middle with a painting of [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/77/f4/f9/77f4f9385a8d6634d4a7fc9c1d7a7991.jpg] Ashevelen [/url] in a more "Godly" form.
As the visitors would enter, they would see the [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/4b5c04e6-010b-4a27-896b-1abd5293ddc7/da833jo-4cbbe041-01f2-487d-94c1-0a5d0807023a.jpg/v1/fill/w_1024,h_1536,q_75,strp/character_concept_art__mage_by_kenji893-da833jo.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJpc3MiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwic3ViIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl0sIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiIvZi80YjVjMDRlNi0wMTBiLTRhMjctODk2Yi0xYWJkNTI5M2RkYzcvZGE4MzNqby00Y2JiZTA0MS0wMWYyLTQ4N2QtOTRjMS0wYTVkMDgwNzAyM2EuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQiLCJoZWlnaHQiOiI8PTE1MzYifV1dfQ.P-RZDUXIDYLu7PBCNmd7_2B22QJKYlgvIoLRMEoP3dc] Elite Guards [/url]. Fully dressed in black armour, covering all of their skin with only a small slit on their helmet that allowed them to see. Armed with what seemed like a normal metal staff but which could be opened to release lethal toxins.

Standing in the room, on one side of the table, [url=https://media.comicbook.com/2018/01/black-panther-concept-art-tchalla-palace-robes-1077970.jpeg] Hierarch William[/url] stood. Waiting for his guests to come.