The next few centons

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Ferris scurried over and began to clean up the glass and wine before the First Prime stood up and either fell in it, or cut himself on the broken glass. He saw the lights on the communications panel suddenly all illuminating at once. "One moment, First Prime, let me dispose of this mess."

 

"Quickly Ferris, forget the mess. Call in my chancellors, and take care of those communications calls. Tell everyone that we are looking into the matter shortly. Have the Communications Minister issue a public service message, that it appears someone has played a cruel hoax, and has hacked into the satellite feed, disrupting normal data transmission with.....some prank. Have the leaders of the Faithful call to the people for calm. And I want my military advisors brought to me at once as well."

 

The First Prime, in all his years as this world's leader, had never felt uneasiness in his stomach, as he did at this moment. Not during the Durotar war, or the war with the rebellious city-state of Jaina. During those wars, he had made the hard choices, had chosen to use the ultimate weapons his arsenal's had held, to maintain order. But this, this was something outside his realm. This, was something that was unknown, something he had no leverage to control. Yet, that was what he had to regain. Leverage. If he could. And if not...find a way to destroy this new threat.

 

Ferris finished with the immediate communications, and turned back to the First Prime. "Sir, we're receiving reports of panic in the streets, calls from the Faithful that the end of the world is coming, that the Evil has come to squash our lifeforces, and others fear and invasion, from Rogesh, for our turning our eyes towards them."

 

"Tell the public officials to regain control of the populace. I will be in my staff room, with my chancellors, and am not to be interrupted. Am I understood?"

 

"Yes First Prime."