Noi sat at her desk, looking out her window. Spread before her was the cast metropolis of Hikaruton. Towering spires filled with drones going about their daily buisness, the new construction of the Drakkengaurd immigrants, and the access tunnels to the Arkane tunnels all spread before her, baking in the mid day desert sun. She looked down at the paperwork piled in front of her, mostly foreign requests and reports from allies not hooked into the Hive. Noi hated paperwork, but she had let it pile up much to long. The populace grew worried of the encroaching violence on all sides of the relatively peaceful Pax borders. She sighed, remembering the past years when she would have sallied the union to war, forging the Hive’s strength through blood and iron. To her right was a small red phone, a remnant of the pre-hive times. She stared at it for a few minutes, noticing its well worn cradle.
‘How many conversations went through this handset over the decades?’ She thought to herself.
She picked up the handset and pressed a few buttons. Two lines connected almost immediately to the governments of the Free Pacific States and East Malaysia.
A simple statement was made, short and to the point.
“We need to talk. You are invited here, or we can meet elsewhere, but I would prefer to do it quickly.”