Conference Hall, Deepwater Xanthum, The Third Omegaverse. 20-07-2027. 2130
I took my seat as people began to trickle into the conference hall.
“Let’s begin,” I announced, ”since we started from 1 earlier, how about we begin from 72 this time. General Kalsikov, if you will.”
The only human being on the panel stood, and began detailing his suggestion.
As the dimensions gave their suggestions one by one, I categorized the similar ones into groups and noted down a list of the main ideas and the dimensions that had suggested them. Once about forty of them were done, I could see that there were mainly four ideas; Increases in training, increasing the number of superheroes, creating a committee to look into the increased attacks and focus on finding a pattern and creating a new special forces team. Most of the other ideas had lost traction quickly.
There were ideas ranging from an army of droids all the way to defense systems that could encompass each universe in the event of a takeover. However, the sheer budgeting issues that those ideas would bring ensured they were quickly rejected.
This new team idea and the committee idea were the ones that had received the most interest from the panel as a whole. A plan was forming in my mind, one that could perhaps combine these two so that it had the best chance to be voted as the course of action.I asked them to skip past me so that I could make a final statement. I waited for it to reach Sir Hartious. While I waited, I focused my attention to the fourth dimension again. A myriad of possibilities extended outwards from this moment, so many pathways the meeting could take. And behind it all, a dark cloud. There didn't appear to be a way around it but maybe, just maybe we could sneak through a crack. I redoubled my efforts in the few minutes directly after Sir Hartious' speech to ensure that I knew what I had to say. This Omegaverse wasn't going the way of the last two. Not again.
I stood up and made it a point to meet everyone's eyes before clearing my throat and beginning," There were many ideas presented but I believe two ideas clearly stand out: Forming a committee to investigate the matter or forming a new special forces team encompassing all the dimensions to act as a front line against the larger than usual threats that spring up. Now considering this, I think I can come up with a proposal that all of you will support." I paused for a few seconds to allow the anticipation to build up.
"I suggest that we form a team like you suggest. One that contains some of the powerhouses from across dimensions. They can also act as a committee investigating. We could get them a proper ship and base of operations and instead of responding to all threats they could investigate the bigger ones and check for connections and what not." There were a few murmurs at that. I kept quiet, knowing they would agree, even though the idea that superheroes could double as investigators was definitely a little out there. After the chatter had died down, I gave a closing statement.
"We would of course support them, but, we should choose a team that could potentially deal with most problems on their own. I'm thinking of a team with so much firepower that they could take on several armies at once. And if the news I've been hearing is accurate, we will certainly be able to form such a team. Consider these before we move to a vote.”
Whispers broke out once more as they began to consider the suggestion. I could see pensive looks on my fellow leaders as well. It looked like it would work. After a few minutes, once there was a lull in the conversation, I raised my hand and everyone fell silent.
"Shall we proceed to a vote?" I asked. No one had any objections so I continued," All those against." Quite a few more hands than I was expecting went up but, luckily it was only 33 of them. Now if only the rest of them all voted in favor. "All those in favor." I counted 37, which meant two had abstained from voting, but I was ecstatic. The motion had passed. I had to restrain myself from smiling. Instead I pressed on with the procedures to get the team selection underway.
"So the team shall be picked according to the all purpose model without a multiplier. I believe seventeen would be sufficient." There were several protests at that.
"Don't we need more than the usual to build a more powerful team?" "How can 17 act as a front line?"
I raised my hand again and continued," If the number is smaller it will allow the team to bond much better and function more efficiently. Even 17 is usually pushing it when it comes to that. The less people there are the more likely they will work efficiently as a team."
"But again do we really need that?" asked someone from the seated assembly.
"Yes...this is going to be a special forces unit and an investigative team. That requires teamwork."
"Alright fine, let's say 17 would work for that but why the all purpose model?The combat model would ensure a much higher overall power rating," another person pointed out.
"Trust me the power ratings will be fine. And this is a team for well...all purposes. Not simply to go up against armies...they have to be able to do actual investigating."
"But it still won't be the best it could be?" asked another person," going solely by the fields of mean magical potential and power rating."
"The power ratings would be fine as long as we chose the right people. And besides I wouldn't suggest this if I didn't think it could work. If you remember correctly, the last such a committee was formed in the time of the Second Omegaverse. And it did a damn fine job against King Pongius." That was the trump card.
No one had any more objections. I felt like I had cheated a little by using the King Pongius card but it was necessary. That was the one name that they all feared. The wayward celestial. I shook my head to dislodge those thoughts before they wandered into any painful territories. Some things were better left in the past.
Lord Dringof of dimension 42 stood," let's get to the selection then. Lower the platform."
I nodded to his show of support.
"Thank you Lord Dringof, we shall indeed have to lower the platform. But first, should we discuss the possibilities of the base and the ship?"
"I daresay we should discuss those once we have the team in our presence," suggested King Artacus, Dimension 63. Several people showed their support for that statement.
"I believe we shall move right to the selection process then. Lower the platform."
I programmed in the required parameters at the main control panel on my desk before we pressed the red buttons in unison. An alarm rang across the hall. The quiet hum of machinery spread throughout the hall as panels on the roof opened up one by one. 17 of them to be exact. Platforms were gently lowered until they were hovering a few feet above our heads. Large displays flickered to life behind each platform. Seats set into each platform unfolded. The plain black leather shone in the light of the conference hall. Armrests folded out of the seats, control panels set into each one. Floor lighting along the platforms lit up, casting an eerie blue glow over the seats. I took a deep breath.
It was time to form the newest special forces team.