Fiction:A Meeting of Minds

In the depths of space, a lone space station floated through the darkness. It was clearly a very old one, being much smaller then most space stations and shaped like a tube. Its black paint was beginning to fade and peel, and the air inside the station had a stench to it that would be horrible to breath.

It was occupied though, as proven by the small round table at the very top of the station, in a completely dark room. Four figures sat around the table, their features hidden from each other, which was how they wanted it. Yet their outlines were visible, the tallest figure have some sort of spiked helmet, and glowing red lines running down his body, but they showed nothing. The second figure was much shorter, and seemed to have a bottle-shaped face. The third figure was slim and hunched over, with a crest-shaped head, and four thin mantis-like arms. The final figure was tall, but not large, nor fat nor thin. He was carrying a scythe in his hand and seemed to be wearing a hood. He was the first to speak, his voice sounding quiet, yet loud enough for the rest to here quite clearly.

"New Order Council is now in session. My code name for this meeting shall be Mr. Reaper and I will lead on this one." The hooded figure said.

"The first order of today is discussing the current plans for our future invasion of the Galaxy." Mr. Reaper continued.

"Future?!" The short figure said, his voice electronic sounding, yet conveying the fact that he was angry. "Please! The Xhodocto have delayed our invasion plans, forcing us to get out of the Tigris Galaxy, and move to a dead space station beyond the Dead Zone. Now there is word of a new war, started by some empire known as the Core Empire. Even if they are beaten, another war will pop up out of the blue before we have finished finalizing the plan for the Invasion."

"I assure you, Council Member, code named Pro Glade for this meeting, that the plans for the Invasion are being finalized as we speak and will soon be checked, double-checked, and completed," Mr. Reaper said. "By that time, the Core Empire will be defeated and we will launch our Invasion on a weakened and ignorant galaxy!"

"What of the dispute in our ranks our territories?" The tallest red glowing figure said. "Internal strife in our ranks could destroy one thousand years of careful planning!"

"Council Member, code named Red King for this meeting, yes this is a true problem," Mr. Reaper said. "But our ranks will agree on their areas of the universe or they will be forcibly silenced."

"Why did we have to pick such foolish minions?!" Pro Glade said. "There are plenty of stronger ones out there with more intelligence and stamina!"

"You know, Pro Glade," Mr. Reaper said. "Any other concerns or can we all get back to work?"

Silence greeted him. "Excellent, Mr. Reaper said. "Continue preparing the army for future battle. I will finalize the plans and we will be done soon."