A Canted Circle

[Nor'baal]

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The Galaxy was changing.
It was always changing, always in flux. Expanding, constantly, with innumerable variables and countless factions and entities within its confines always seeking control, unity or domination. If there was one element of creation that remained the same, ironically, it was its ability and desire to change itself.

Change.
The Circle understood this constant variable, observed it, monitored it. Controlled it. United under that single purpose, changing the Galaxy for the better, the Circle had endured for millennium, gone through unimaginable hardship, but always it had prevailed, and now, for the first time in decades, its members met once more, to begin the process of rebirth for their Order.

Already inside the main meeting hall, which lay in the depths of their main building, Maximillian, known only as 'Grand Master' to those here present, stood - his back to the entrance of the hall - awaiting the arrival of his fellow council members, so that they might induct two new members into the order, as well as discuss the future.

Today was a historic day, for the Order, for Max, and for the Galaxy.

Change was coming.

 

[Vexillar]

Change?

Inevitable. It was happening. Nobody could stop it. It was in the wind, it was in the seas, it was the galaxy. Change wasn't just happening now, but it happened before, it would happen now, and it would happen again. The readiness was all. That's all that mattered. How prepared you were for the change. So how prepared was he? Prepared enough. Of course variables couldn't always be controlled. That was the nature of life. All one could hope to do was to control a majority.

The readiness is all.

The Arcanist strolled down the halls of the building with Eezeo and Vallo trailing closely behind. Titled 'The Whip' his duties were fairly straight forward. He simply needed to do what he always did...

Control.

Control change, control people, continue the situations. Vallo growled a bit as he sniffed the floor and picked up the scent of the granfmaster. Raith placed a hand on the Tuk'ata's head to silence him. Entering the room he simply proceeded to his seat and Vallo sat at attention next to him. Eezeo climbed onto the table, his arachnid form's golden glow seemed dull in the lighting. Raith gave a polite nod and a friendly smile to the man already here. If conversation was to change the silence...

Well, the readiness is all.