The dimly-lit chamber where the Deep Pool gathered was damp and chill, and would have been considered a gloomy and deeply unpleasant place to any Terran. However Deep Lord Athgiloi was a Brimorian and his scaly hide barely felt the cold, capable as he was of swimming down to the freezing depths of Brimor's deepest oceans. The darkness held no secrets from his black eyes, which were sensitive and highly-developed, able to pick out all the exquisite details of this sacred room in the low light. He admired the seven ornate oval stone discs spaced evenly around the floor, studying the intricate coral carvings inlaid around the base, then let his gaze roam over the majestic sculpted columns that held up the bejewelled ceiling.
Athgiloi was filled with a sense of pride and awe whenever he entered this revered place; he had felt the same way for every gathering during his twelve-year rule as leader of the Brimorian Enclave. Walking purposefully towards his dais, he noticed movement around the shadowy outskirts of the chamber and he clicked his teeth in greeting to the other members of the Deep Pool as they appeared. The Brimorian lords moved to stand on their respective platforms, while their mates remained in the shadows, kneeling respectfully as tradition dictated.
"We commence this gathering, paying homage to the wild seas," Athgiloi intoned, the six other members of the Deep Pool bowing respectfully as he did so. With the formalities out of the way, he stood tall and wasted no time in getting to the point of this meeting. "John Blake has arrived at Sequathis, just as I informed you he would."
Lord Rilosash's lip curled in distaste. "I still doubt the wisdom in permitting his entry into the Enclave."
Lord Semord glanced towards the Deep Lord, his tail lashing in agitation. "I must agree with Rilosash. Blake is a champion of the Terrans; it seems reckless in the extreme to allow him freedom of movement within our territory. What if he were to discover our arrangements with the Kintark?"
"Blake suspects nothing and is not here on some espionage mission," Athgiloi said, his voice ringing with confidence. "He might be a force to be reckoned with, but the Lion of the Federation is like a rampaging Buletark in a coral garden... there is no subtlety to the man. No, he is here merely to purchase shield technology for his vessel and I propose we provide it to him."
There were shocked gasps around the chamber. Lord Sibhaloi shook his head violently and snarled, "Deep Lord I must protest! That would be like handing over our heart served up on a platter to the Terran Federation!"
Athgiloi waved away his concerns, his calm response quietening the loud protests. "Even if Blake were to immediately gift our shield technology to the Terrans, what would it matter? In a matter of weeks, the Federation will cease to exist; there's no time for them to upgrade any fleets. Their continued blight on the galaxy is about to be dealt with once and for all."
"So you propose to fully commit to our agreement with the Emperor?" Lord Paotegh asked, his sunken eyes studying Athgiloi intently.
The Deep Lord allowed himself a wicked smile, his lips peeling back to reveal rows of teeth. "I fully intend to honour the letter of our agreement."
"But not its spirit?" Paotegh asked, joining his leader in a sly smile.
"If a pair of bull Megacaradons are battling to the death for supremacy, why intervene and shorten the conflict? Would it not be wiser to let them exhaust themselves, leaving a third challenger to establish complete dominance unopposed?" Athgiloi replied, a cunning gleam in his eyes. "I have no intention of risking significant damage to our forces unless absolutely necessary. Once all preparations have been made, then we make our move, but not until that time."
"But still..." Sibhaloi muttered, still not convinced. "Why take a such a risk with our most prized technology?"
The Deep Lord's grin broadened. "Because we need a sufficiently tempting lure, if we are to convince Blake to venture into the Desolation of Vulkat..."
Sibhaloi made a clicking noise at the back of his throat and performed a low bow. "You continue to prove the wisdom of your selection with every passing year, Deep Lord."
Rilosash nodded, lost in thought. "Yes... Keep the Federation's champion far from Terran territory in their time of direst need, without revealing any outward signs of our collusion with the Kintark. Inspired Deep Lord, truly inspired..."
"My sources inform me that Blake achieved a miracle for the Ashanath and exterminated the Drakkar," Deep Lord Athgiloi stated, drawing shocked murmurs from the rest of the Deep Pool. "Blake's prowess in combat is truly formidable... perhaps he might succeed where all others have failed?"
Sibhaloi gaped at him in disbelief. "So this isn't merely a trap designed to slay him? You truly believe he might succeed?!"
Athgiloi paused for a moment then nodded, an acquisitive gleam in his eyes. "It is a distinct possibility..."
The rest of the Deep Pool were stunned into silence, too awed by that thought to respond.
Sensing that there would be no more opposition to his plans, Athgiloi bowed to his fellow Brimorians. "As always, my Lords, it was a pleasure to be in your august company. I will keep you informed of any developments."
The Deep Lord turned and headed towards the high-arched doorway behind him, making eye contact with Celphna as he did so. His concubine had remained kneeling in wait for him, as was fitting for one of her station. She rose gracefully to her feet and Athgiloi marvelled at her unsurpassed beauty, still finding it hard to believe that such a beautiful jewel of the sea could be his.
Her scales shone as they caught the light, revealing the enchanting iridescent sheen to their surface, while her webbed fins were the longest and most exquisitely frilled he had ever seen. That Celphna was unquestionably loyal and absolutely obedient made her the most alluring female he had ever known in his one-hundred-and-twenty years.
"I need only attend to one more order of business today, Celphna," The Deep Lord said as she fell into step beside him. "Then you will have my full attention..."
"This one longs for that moment, Master," Celphna replied, her blunt snout twitching with anticipation in the most adorable way.
Athgiloi suppressed a grin and lengthened his stride as he hurried to his office. By the gods she made him feel like a stripling again! He could still scarcely believe that Celphna had been a gift...
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Jade slowed her descent towards the seabed, watching more of the teal-skinned creatures as they laboured to harvest the kelp fronds from the ocean farm. With her sharp eyes, she was able to get a good look at the strange humanoids and what she saw surprised her. While these workers had a similar kind of greenish-blue colouration as a Brimorian, it was quite apparent that they were not the same species.