"The others," Washington began, "Will be greatly persuaded by the fact that you have usurped not just their creator, Prometheus, but their leader, Adams."
Ford wasn't fully convinced. The newly-freed Drudge might be unreceptive to his command--or worse.
"Destroyers, look at this," Andromeda gestured to a live feed of Washington, D.C., routed to her holographic screen via Atlantis. Drudge were assembling in the subway tunnels of the now-deserted city. Free Drudge congregated at the focal point, but Adams's Drudge comprised the bulk of the crowd. They didn't fight; they listened. On top of a burnt out rail car, a drone in bright scarlet overseer armor stoked the crowd with a speech. Based on the number of spikes protruding from his neck and shoulders, he was a well-decorated leader, or maybe even the commander in chief. He was--
"Thex!" Ford exclaimed. "I freed him from a Trust interrogation. We've been allies ever since."
Lincoln clapped Ford on the back. "Let's see how the Drudge greet their Liberator."
Washington, D.C. - October 27, 2012
Thex wondered when the humans would return to D.C. The city had been important to them, sure, but so was landing on the moon, and they'd lost interest in that for decades. As long as D.C. was known as the site of an alien invasion and the mass poisoning of humans, he thought, plans to repopulate the area should fail. Without Adams, the U.S. government would be ill-prepared to fight the Drudge. The little niche Thex had carved out on Earth was surprisingly sturdy.
"Overseer Thex!" Lieutenant Kihta shouted from the hallway. Kihta was a speedy messenger dressed in lightweight beige armor and a jet-black visor. In the post-Adams era, she'd mastered the human motorcycle. She bounded through the doorway. "Intruders near the beltway, sir. Humans--Destroyers."
Could it be Ford, the Liberator? Precautions needed to be taken, regardless. Diplomacy was vital for maintaining the Drudge city's fragile independence. "Tell the Highway Guards not to shoot. We can't afford to spill human blood," Thex said. "Take them to Madam's Organ."
Kihta saluted. Thex returned the salute, then glanced out the window. Raindrops began pelting the glass. They reminded him of the bullets Destroyers had brought down upon his kind. Of the bullets he'd brought down upon his own kind, before Adams died.
He walked to the 12th floor elevator entrance, just around the corner from his office. Among the first modifications his people had made to the building was replacing the elevators. The doors on each floor had been ripped out, and the cars sealed to the basement floor. Thex leaped into the shaft and grabbed a cable with both hands. He swung his feet to the left and onto the wall of the shaft to slow his descent. Still, he crashed into the first floor with force that would have broken human legs. He stood and entered the lobby.
"Djukor, ready my escort. We'll want to look presidential if there are Destroyers in town."
"Where to, sir?" Djukor asked.
"Presedential indeed! Do we have business to conduct?"
"Only the unfinished kind, I suspect," Thex said. --- Conduit 2: RonJohn 3868-8419-8160 [D-S]Jolt 4986-1435-0700 The Conduit: RonJohn 3309-2472-4741
I was considering writing you in (and it's not off the table in the long term), BUT I want to see you swear that "Idek" was not supposed to be "I don't even know." As in, "I don't even know the Drudge." --- Conduit 2: RonJohn 3868-8419-8160 [D-S]Jolt 4986-1435-0700 The Conduit: RonJohn 3309-2472-4741