The Chronicles of X.

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816 AS.

"So, the last one launched, right?" A simple captain of The Order sat before X. There were three meters of desk between them. The guards were present this time, but they were already aware of the contents of the discussion. It was the plan for the unplanned end-game. The end-game which X only considered because he had to. The end-game if he failed. The end-game if The Order should fail.

"Small talk, but yes, it did." X responded. The man before him was not a calculating genius to help draft out the plan. The man before him was the one saddled with the task. The task which would take his own life but would save many others.

"You might as well indulge me Admiral." The simple captain referred to the fact that he would die if this plan ever took effect. He knew he was not a master tactician or commander and would never ascend past his current rank before he died and he had sworn to protect humanity. That meant risking his life every day. These orders made little difference to him.

"If." X stressed the word with a semblance of emotion. Then he became his emotionless self again. The man before him may have been lower than him in intelligence, but he valued the man highly. He was going to sacrifice his life to save The Order, but more importantly, this man was one of the original men in The Order. A man who helped found it, but had kept in the shadows. A man who did his job without recognition, because everyone else wanted fame. A man worthy of his respect.

The men drank their drinks in silence for a while. They both had water. The only difference was the temperature.

"I may not know much Admiral, but I know that you have more than just one idea. When will the other egg be popping in?" The simple captain sipped the last remaining bit of water in his glass. He knew that X always had multiple plans, and that every second of his life X was thinking. He also knew that someone else would visit X after him and yet another plan would see fruition. Such was X in his eyes.

X turned around and smiled. It said more than any amount of words could. The captain stood up, nodded and left the room. Whilst he walked away he recalled how he had never seen the Admiral ever smile.

The conversation that they had was about The Hedge; the last ship of the unknown TSF squadron launching. Both people who had sat at the table knew of it's purpose.

X dismissed the guards and sat at his table, sipping the almost frozen water. His main two plans would be in effect in the next 24 hours. One in case everything went wrong and one to make sure everything did not go wrong. Now his other plans would take effect. The multitude of plans that supported the main plan and ensured nothing went wrong.

That morning a simple captain of The Order returned to his vessel after having a late night at the bar. At least, that was what the crew believed. His vessel was in drydock getting it's new engine installed because the old one was faulty. At least, that is what everyone else believed. The simple captain looked at it and sighed. It was the ultimate sacrifice but it had a purpose. That is what the captain believed. Only one of these beliefs was right, and only time would tell which one.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.