With each passing day, since the arrival of humankind upon this foreign soil, they have engaged in a relentless struggle against the relentless odds that threatened to engulf them.
Relentlessly.
Yet, in the face of ceaseless uncertainty, they have endured, seeking solace in their unwavering commitment to the preservation of their kind.
In the wake of their recent triumph against the launch bird, the human settlement blossomed with newfound life, having survived the first true trial hurled at them by this unforgiving planet. They had secured shelter, established order, procured sustenance and consumable fluids, and now they had vanquished a formidable native predator.
Though many hadn’t physically taken part in the battle to kill the beast, the victory felt like a collective win because each person played a part: from transporting the base of the gel plant and tending to the sick and injured, to butchering the launch bird and gathering the hydrating gel.
Now that a new day had begun, the settlement had a day to feast and prepare the meat for the days ahead. They had one more day before week two began. Every settler knew the dangers of raw meat—the invisible armies of harmful bacteria that could turn a meal into a plague, or the scent that could draw hungry wildlife from miles around. So, the hunters and chefs, grimly practical, dug trenches and gathered unused baskets. They expertly cut and placed the meat within, then covered it up and lit fires above, returning the next morning to continue preparation. This wasn't just about cooking; it was about preserving every last ounce of their hard-won bounty.
While much of the meat would inevitably need to be burned or smoked—methods that reduced bulk but guaranteed safety—they also considered alternative preservation methods, such as hanging or deep burying. These offered opportunities not only to store food but also to observe their surroundings and how their activities, like hunting, impacted the local environment. However, a nagging unease settled over those attempting long-term burying after observing the soil beneath their feet.
Despite its apparent richness, it appeared utterly lifeless. No worms, no grubs, no visible decay. This raised unsettling questions that buzzed in the minds of anyone with half a brain: If there were no bugs or familiar organisms to break down waste, what was considered waste on this planet? And what process or creatures—unseen, unknown—might remove or feed on it so efficiently that the ground looked pristine? It was another chilling mystery of this alien world, a puzzle piece that didn't fit with anything they knew about decomposition on Earth. It added another layer of the inexplicable to the bizarre plant, and the explosive birds.
Something felt fundamentally wrong about this world's biology. For now, though, the humans took Day 6 and 7 to rest from all they had been through. For the first time since arriving, they felt a spark of hope. The successful hunt gave them the belief that survival wasn’t just possible—it was within reach. And with that belief came the faint but growing optimism that one day, they might find their way back to Earth.
Under a tree, shielded from the increasing heat of the sun, sat the governing body, the Council of Thirty. Their minds, burdened by the weight of responsibility, were still reeling from the events of Day 5, the dust barely settled. Over the course of two gruelling days, they had painstakingly gathered fragmented information and conflicting reports, attempting to assess the unfolding chaos with the utmost seriousness.
The constant stream of bizarre phenomena—the root-draining plant, the explosive avian kamikazes, the sheer brutality of the launch bird, and now the unsettling silence of the soil—left them reeling. What did it all mean? How did it all connect? Was it all random, or was there some alien logic they hadn't even begun to grasp?
The time had come for a council meeting, one that would shape the destiny of this fledgling society before the unknown swallowed them whole. What have they done? What will they do? Where should their focus be?
Naming groups and creating departments had become a necessary coping mechanism for those from Earth, a way to impose order on the overwhelming chaos of their new existence. Now fuelled by the influx of food resources, the council also started to take the initiative by forging groups of their own. Groups like the Essential Services Department, a crucial step towards stabilizing their desperate situation, and appointed two exceptional individuals to lead it.
Hambone, seat number 17, the new head of agriculture.
Issa, seat number 8, the Head Chef.
Both had demonstrated remarkable skills, unfathomable knowledge, and unyielding bravery throughout the perilous 50-group team expedition into the uncharted depths of the western and northern forests two days ago when the launch bird attacked.
As the council members settled into their seats, a heavy silence filled the area as a light breeze blew through the surrounding trees. This was no longer a place for empty debates or trivial concerns. Every person in the room understood the weight of their responsibility—this was a council of survival, a gathering of leaders tasked with shaping the future of their people. The settlers had proven they were willing to fight for their place here, and now, they had their first real taste of what this unforgiving planet had to offer.
Grim expressions were exchanged, each member keenly aware of the pressing matters before them. At the very least, today’s discussion would have to address two critical issues: progress and defence. Without both, survival would be nothing more than borrowed time.
Council Member Aki, seat number 20, head of data collection, rose from his newly crafted chair, his voice steady and resonant, carrying the weight of experience and wisdom for a man that just joined the 30’s club.
"Esteemed council members, today we stand at a pivotal juncture in our collective history," he began, his words piercing the silence. "I'm going to do things in a formal way, because when the history books are made, I want it known that we did this right."
He took a deep breath, a wide grin breaking through his serious expression. "The trials we have faced thus far have tested our mettle and resilience, but it is now time to solidify the foundations of our society."
He gestured toward Hambone and Issa, the stalwart figures flanking him. "The Essential Services Department, born out of our recent triumph, shall become the vanguard of our sustenance and nourishment.
And I’m not dick riding here, but the flattery is well deserved. Head Farmer Hambone and Head Chef Issa have proven themselves invaluable through their unwavering dedication. It is upon their capable shoulders that we entrust the vital task of ensuring our survival in this untamed realm by filling our bellies with delicious food. Seriously, the launch bird meat they've been cooking non-stop? The quality and flavour they're pulling out of it in this primitive landscape is incredible! Issa finding plants for seasoning? Game changer. Hambone heading back into the forest to lay traps for animal domestication? That's advancement at its finest. They are the first corner posts holding this civilization up.
The council members nodded in solemn agreement, recognizing the significance of this appointment. The weight of responsibility settled on Hambone and Issa's shoulders, their expressions a blend of determination and humility.
"The challenges ahead may be formidable," Aki continued, his voice unwavering. "We stand united, facing an uncertain future with unwavering resolve. Let us summon the spirit of camaraderie that has carried us through our darkest hours and forge a society that will endure the test of time. May our actions today pave the path to a prosperous and harmonious existence on this alien land."
With these words, the Council member concluded his address, his voice fading with the breeze just before someone else stood to speak.
"Welcome, esteemed members, to the M Three O meeting. I am Vladimir, occupying seat number 12, and it's clear we have much to discuss. First, my thanks to Aki for his comprehensive preliminary report—it forms the backbone of today's agenda. To be mindful of everyone's time, let's dive directly into the critical matters at hand.
"The distressing disappearance of Team Uno and the subsequent rescue efforts is our immediate concern. We cannot ignore this unfortunate incident. Following that, we'll briefly touch on the boom in labor work and craft projects – believe it or not, these are crucial aspects that require our attention for morale and stability. Additionally, we must discuss the establishment of a marketplace for resource acquisition and bartering, including the consideration of a currency system.
"Next, combat and survival knowledge remains paramount. We must address strategies for enhancing our proficiency in these areas. And let's be frank, since Team Uno's disappearance, resource gathering has been an ongoing concern and has significantly slowed our development due to the lack of exploration. We must find a way to correct the restrictions that were placed.
"The main topics we need to address at this meeting of thirty are the discovery found at the hole of the HQ Foundation, as well as the advancements made in the West and North forest, which should be acknowledged. Furthermore, we need to discuss our plans to expand deeper into the forest and determine the direction of our overall strategy. If we can't overcome this crater ecosystem, then we have no business wanting to explore outside its walls.
"Now, regarding Team Uno's disappearance. Regrettably, our naivety led to their deployment into the wilds of an alien planet. A pointless sacrifice and a failure of responsibility on our part. If we expect others to sacrifice their lives for humanity, should we not put forth every effort to protect humanity itself? It has been a week since their vanishing, and while public discussions on the matter may be constrained, emotions are reaching dangerous levels in private. We must take decisive action to ascertain their fate."
Tara: "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tara, seat number 5, head of Education and its distribution. And to add my voice to this concern, Vladimir speaks the truth. The people's frustration is growing exponentially due to the lack of progress in locating our missing comrades. While they comprehend the risks and challenges, they find it difficult to accept the situation. The measures in place to prevent further casualties are necessary but are simultaneously hindering our ability to function efficiently or conduct comprehensive search and rescue operations."
Joe: (Sighs, runs a hand over his face, looking utterly exasperated) "Do we really have time for this? This could have been the last damn thing we talked about. Don’t get me wrong, I share your apprehensions, sure. The disappearance of Team Uno is a grave matter. But we need to exercise caution. Hasty rescue attempts will only put more lives in jeopardy. Every single person on this planet is our most valuable resource—more precious than anything else. I don’t want none of you to ever forget that fact. And frankly, we have bigger fish to fry than chasing ghosts. To follow the trail of a team we suspect is dead would only repeat the same result. And from my experience in the forest the tools that we are able to make are not good enough. Our skill are not good enough. Our knowledge of this forest is not good enough! We need to slow down and process our first win and make the right call.”
Lady Vee: (Voice soft but firm, with a faraway, almost spiritual quality.) "And that's precisely why we must be mindful of every soul, every living thing around here. All lives matter, every one of God's loving creatures deserve respect. If we go out their searching for bodies, being fearful of everything we don’t understand, the damage and destruction we cause to the environment could throw off the balance or the food chain. The well-being of the lives around us will reflect the purity of our intentions and the strength of our spirit here, in this new world. Never forget that that not just human life is important but all life is."
Vladimir: "Generals, we understand the risks involved, but we cannot simply stand by and wait. We only propose organizing a well-equipped search team to venture into the jungle and gather any possible evidence of Team Uno's status. Any clue on them or what might have happened to them would be better than not having any at all. That knowledge would help us understand the forest as much as it would grant us answers. A team like this wouldn’t just put us at ease but everyone who plans to explore, scavenge and hunt in the forest. But think about it like this sirs.
When we find a way back to Earth, their families will deserve answers, and we as a people need closure. This search team would benefit all who venture into the forest and fail to return on time not just team Uno. If human life is so important, shouldn’t we do all we can to preserve what we can?”
Tara: (Her eyes narrowing at Joe, a barely suppressed irritation in her tone) "With all due respect, sir! What Vladimir is asking isn’t to much. And after extensive evaluations over the past two days, we have found some more than capable individuals who are willing to volunteer for the search mission. Trust me, what happened with Team Uno will not happen again. While we may lack specific skills and knowledge of jungle survival on this planet, our determination and loyalty can compensate for that. I know that skills must be transferable at the end of the day, but whats skills without willingness? Willingness is the fire that forges potential into purpose, the drive that turns possibility into action. We can't afford to let fear and uncertainty paralyze us.
There's not much stopping us from going out there. The rules only cover so much, and if we follow them, we could be ready by this afternoon. All we need is the combined support of everyone.
Think about the optics. How would it look if you turned your back on the very team you asked to go out into the unknown, searching for food and water for all of humankind?
You started a tradition of having people carve their names into logs, knowing that if they got lost and stranded in the forest, that's the most any of you would do to help. You've decided that human life within the settlement is a more valuable resource than human life in the forest. You say that while the animals could kill us, killing them to retrieve what's ours would throw off the balance of life. Did I get that right?”
Lady Vee: (A slight frown, her gaze drifting, as if seeing more than what's immediately in front of her) "Tara, we appreciate your concern for the missing team. Not a day goes by that the generals and I don't regret what happened under our command. But we cannot ignore our limitations. Sending ill-prepared people into that jungle would be a grave mistake, and you know it. You spoke earlier of transferable skills without willingness, but you've failed to see that willingness without skills is just a lack of discipline. As leaders, we must approach this with divine caution and prioritize the safety of our people. Our focus must be on the settlement's infrastructure—primarily defence and storage.
Outside of Team Uno, only three groups have entered the forest. We've suffered no deaths, a testament to our growing knowledge and dedication. However, from those expeditions, several people were injured, and others were afflicted with some kind of alien sickness—a physical and psychological affliction that makes them react in unnatural ways. The spiritual cost alone..." She trailed off, shaking her head gently.
Tara: (Her voice sharp, cutting across Lady Vee's last words) "Sir, we understand the risks, but we firmly believe that with the right guidance, we can mount a successful search. I won't keep harping on this—you and Joe have made your view on sending a search team clear. We only request the assistance of the experienced trackers and survival experts. We have willing people, but they will only go if someone with experience goes with us. You and Joe have already gathered these people, and they are now the most experienced in the settlement because they have explored the forest with you. Their expertise will ensure our safety and increase our chances of finding Team Uno, and most importantly, returning. If you generals won't go, then at least send those who will."
Gemski: "Tara, with all the evaluations you've done, didn't you find any qualified persons?"
Tara: "WE DID, SIR! But they won't commit without all three generals. Because of your position on this, they won't give us an answer. The willingness of my team is conditional on experienced leadership."
Gemski: "Listen, this is a topic for a later date, Tara. I know you've planned and sorted it out, but what if you've also overlooked something that can't be factored into your plan? The skills needed to launch a successful retrieval are impossible right now. We have no information to build on. How far does the forest stretch back to the mountains? Which direction did they go or wander off to? If a beast chased them in different directions, who would you choose to follow? If you found their clothes due to contamination or a predator, what would you do if that animal was upon you? Would you face it with everyone or bring the threat back to the settlement? Other creatures, like the launch bird, could be in that forest. The size of the surrounding trees and the things that could live within aren’t things to ignore.
Vladimir: "Generals, we hear what you are saying. We aren't asking you to send a team out today. We just want you to reconsider and give this some more thought. The ninety-nine people I govern are suffering, and morale is deteriorating rapidly. Taking action will not only provide closure but also restore faith in our leadership. We cannot afford to let doubt and anxiety linger within the hearts of our people."
Joe: (His voice a low growl, laced with irritation) “ Faith? I can comprehend the emotional toll, Vladimir. But get a better grip on the people you govern. If they have time to be sad, that means they're not working hard enough. This topic is getting repetitive, and frankly, I need to get back to planning training. I have lives to help. We'll take your concerns into consideration and reassess the feasibility of a limited search operation later. I don’t think Team Uno is dead, unlike you two of little faith. But what you've presented so far is simply not enough to convince us. First, you need to understand the gravely perilous nature of the forest around us. If we could compare it to the Amazon, this is a realm of untamed wilderness where survival teeters on the edge of a knife. The risks involved are daunting, and I must impress upon you the dire statistics that underscore the harrowing reality we face."
He paused, his eyes panning across the 27 people before him, searching for a flicker of understanding.
"Think of the surrounding alien forest as if it was the Amazon. The Amazon forest is a merciless adversary. Within its depths, over 2,000 species of venomous snakes alone slither, waiting to deliver deadly strikes around every tree, bush, and rock. Every step is a gamble, a dance with the serpents of fate.”
The General's voice grew somber. His words weighed down with the weight of their implications.
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"The density of the foliage engulfs all who enter, a labyrinth of towering trees and impenetrable undergrowth. Even the most experienced navigators find themselves disoriented, losing their way amidst nature's chaotic tapestry.”
His gaze turned distant as if he could see the shadows of the forest encroaching upon his thoughts.
"And then there are the apex predators. On Earth, we had to deal with predators such as Jaguars, pumas, and cunning hunters that roam freely. But in case you forgot! The native predators here are aliens never seen by us before. They could be invisible. They could be rocks. They could even be trees! How would we ever know what is what before it's too late? The predators in the Amazon have claimed the lives of many who ventured too far into their realm. Their hunger knew no bounds, and you want to take going into the forest lightly? On Earth, anyone who ventured into the Amazon and didn't return was automatically deemed dead. We made a mistake the first time, sending the five men who made up Team Uno to their deaths unprepared, but we will not make that mistake again!”
A shudder ran through the General's body as he contemplated the dangers that awaited. "Let us not forget the silent assassins that lurk in the shadows, invisible yet deadly. Malaria, dengue fever, and a host of other diseases haunt the Amazon, striking swiftly and mercilessly, leaving little chance for survival without immediate medical aid.”
Tara: (Arms crossed, a defiant look on her face, addressing Joe directly) "Generals, it's not that I don't see the danger, or that I'm just ignoring what you've said so far. The people need to know we would put our lives on the line if they went out into the forest and didn't come back on time. If they managed to survive out there, how long should they persevere, knowing that help was on the way, sir? Just knowing that someone is coming could probably keep them fighting for their lives much longer.
I'm not going to keep trying to get you to understand this simple fact if you can't see it! But since I've said my piece and you've said yours, thank you to everyone for your understanding, willingness, and patience to reconsider the situation. We truly appreciate your listening ears and future support for the rescue of Team Uno before it's too late. However, I hope we approach this mission with caution and thorough preparation to ensure the safety of all involved when the time does come."
Joe: (Shakes his head, dismissively waving a hand) "Safety must be our top priority throughout the entire process. Team Uno is either dead or alive—face the facts. If they are dead, let the dead bury the dead. If they are not, then they are not. Let's just hope that they are doing better than we are. We cannot afford to take unnecessary risks that may endanger more lives. Five hunters actually died fighting to put food on the table, and you guys are hypocrites for focusing on the unknown. We have food, water, fire, shelter. We are stacked like the Avatar, possessing all four mandatory survival elements. I'm going to need all of us to proceed with the utmost care and caution, keeping the well-being of our people at the forefront of our actions. The only reason we'd need to venture into the forest right now is to study and identify its inhabitants and how to navigate it—not for some fool's errand, but to map and collect information before winter comes, if it exists on this planet."
Harry: (Pinching the bridge of his nose, his voice tight with impatience) "Alright, can we please move on? I’m getting tired and I still want to put in some work with the sick. Most of you might not know this yet, but my name is Harry. I’m the council member who occupies seat number nine, and I’m the head of Healthcare.
"As our settlement continues to grow, we must address the labor situation. In just five days, we’ve accomplished significant progress while dehydrated: as mentioned, the construction of huts, laying the groundwork for one hundred more buildings, and digging and posting over one thousand meters of wall so far. It’s truly impressive work. However, this relentless pace has taken a toll. The extended workdays and nights are wearing down the morale and mental well-being of our people, who are doing their best to contribute and avoid being ostracized.
"We have food and hydration now, and that's been a big help to the health and well-being of the people, but it's not enough.
"Since the restrictions and what seems like the abandonment of Team Uno, the community has been giving it their all so they are not called to explore the forest. With food finally available for the past two days, there’s been a noticeable shift in people’s outlooks.
"Yet, we’re also seeing a decline in peak productivity as individuals begin to focus more on personal pursuits. Many have turned to crafting during their free time, while others—quite a few, in fact—are indulging in sexual activities wherever and whenever they can. It’s kind of gross, knowing the lack of hygiene, but I digress. To each their own. While these behaviours are understandable and reflect a need for release and normalcy, they also underscore the importance of finding a balance to prevent burnout, even in personal pursuits.
"I propose that our next major initiative be the establishment of a marketplace. This space would allow people to exchange goods, skills, and knowledge, providing a more flexible and less taxing way to contribute to the settlement. It would create a community that could be beneficial to a healthy settlement. Additionally, introducing a currency system could create incentives, encourage productivity, and help the settlement develop a more organized and sustainable economy."
Tara: (A harsh laugh escapes her, directed at Harry, then Joe, her frustration bubbling over) "Are you kidding me? Five dead people, five missing people, and thats all within a week, and your first thought is to introduce capitalism? Is this a joke, or are we the joke? Are we truly this lost? We have time to make money and introduce consumerism, but we can’t send fifty people into the forest in the south?"
Gemski: (Cutting in before Harry can respond) “That's something my team and I have already been addressing, Tara. The wall and the storage headquarters are progressing well over the last two days, and our plans for a marketplace had to be put on hold because defence became the top priority.
"But now that exploration into the forest has started, it's only natural for us to help create a space where people can organize their findings and address their needs. So yes, Tara, I understand it might seem heartless to you that we're focusing on the living rather than the presumed dead. But our goal is to build more opportunities for everyone to contribute to the greater purpose—the settlement as a whole.”
Tara: (Voice rising in exasperation) "Build, build, build! None of the projects you've started have been finished, and now you want to add something else? Walls! Traps! A central watchtower! A research area! Headquarters! What's next? A marketplace and a stock exchange? As a governing body, we’re completely unfocused—we’re lost! We need to choose one thing and see it through to the end.
"Do you even realize how close we've come to disaster? We've nearly killed ourselves with overwork, dehydration, and starvation! And I bet most of you don't even know about the sick people Dr. Webber has been struggling to help. I'm honestly surprised Harry hasn't spoken up, considering he's the head doctor too!
"It's a miracle we haven't had strokes or deaths yet, but that’s only because everyone here is so damn resilient. And that could be by design of whoever brought us here. We were all at death's door, and why? Because someone decided that building twenty huts was more important than making weapons and marching into the forest to secure food!"
Harry: (Rubbing his temples, a vein throbbing faintly. He sighs, trying to maintain a neutral tone, but the impatience is clear in his voice) "Tara, just... calm down. Take a breath and think about it for a moment. You've made valid points, but the purpose of this council is to gather updates from all thirty groups, assess what's happening with the ninety-nine people we’re governing, and use that information to guide everyone toward a common goal. There are plenty of medically knowledgeable people who arrived with us on this planet besides Dr. Webber and me, but they're keeping their skills to themselves unless it benefits them. That's the real issue—we need to create value for people. When people see value in something, they find purpose. And when they have a purpose, they’ll naturally start working with others to secure their path. If we can steer everyone toward a survival-focused mindset by quickly providing things that matter, we'll see progress. It's about making it worthwhile for everyone to contribute."
Tara: (Shaking her head) "Do you MEN hear yourselves?"
Gemski: "Listen, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. With the help of B145, who occupies Seat 7 as the Head of Trade and Bartering, our goal is to establish a designated area in the northern part of the settlement where people can showcase their crafts and skills. This initiative will also rely on collaboration with key council members: Seat 4, Head of Toolmaking; Seat 5, Head of Education; Seat 6, Head of Crafting; Seat 8, Head of Food Production; Seat 11, Head of Animal Domestication; Seat 12, Head of Resource Exploration; Seat 14, Head of Metallurgy; Seat 17, Head of Agriculture; and Seat 19, Head of Discovery Development."
Tara: (Voice dripping with barely concealed disdain, glancing at Joe again) "Why the hell is B1, whatever, in charge of trading? Isn't he a criminal? And why should I help when none of you are willing to help me?”
Gemski: (Sighs, clearly ignoring Tara's interjection) "This isn't just about constructing a building—it's about building a comprehensive infrastructure. This planet has resources similar to Earth, and we've seen proof of that since the beginning. From the calming fields of lavender to the small game animals scavenged for survival, and most recently, the valuable information from the brief forest explorations, we know what’s possible. We’ve done our best so far, and while it won’t always be perfect, that’s why the council exists: to guide us generals in making the best decisions for all thirty groups.
"Before I forget, Lady Vee, your personal research department will be invaluable to what is to come. I heard that you guys have been studying the gel plant in the basement, and it's been thriving even without sunlight. The insights from you and your team moving forward would greatly enhance this marketplace project. We'd love to work closely with you to bring it to life. Most of the workers have significantly improved in speed and efficiency when it comes to preparing and building, so we can split the workload and achieve the same results with smaller teams. Let’s carefully consider all the necessary factors to ensure its success.”
Lady Vee: (Her gaze fixed on Gemski, a gentle, almost beatific smile) "I understand, General Gemski. My team's work is indeed blessed. However, it would be best if the development team stays on the south side of the field where my research is being conducted. That area is... sensitive. If that’s agreeable, I’d be happy to collaborate; for all God's gifts, even this strange plant, must be understood in their proper place."
Gemski: "Understood. That shouldn’t be an issue. We’ll make sure the development team coordinates with you as needed.”
There was a pause in the conversation, as gazes swept over the group. Harry, looking utterly fed up with the detours and bickering, interjected, his tone sharp and serious. “Before we move on, I need to address a pressing concern. And yes, it’s medical, so maybe actually listen this time.”
Harry: (His voice carried a somber weight as he continued) “Tara touched on this before I could, but the number of sick and injured among us is steadily rising. In a world as primitive as ours, sickness can quickly become a death sentence. We need to be vigilant about everything—and everyone—we come into contact with.”
Harry’s expression tightened as he outlined the seriousness of their situation. “The gel plant we recovered from the launch bird—it’s remarkable in how its roots can invade a host’s body to absorb water,” he explained, his concern evident. “But think about this: what if we encounter another type of gel plant that absorbs iron, calcium, platelets, or sodium instead? The consequences could be catastrophic.”
He continued, recounting the troubling symptoms spreading through their community. “We have people suffering from hallucinations, blackouts, memory loss, and severe emotional instability,” he said, frustration edging into his voice. “And the most recent to show those symptoms are those who returned from the expedition. We have no explanation for what’s happening, but the circulating theory suggests that it could be a mental decay of some kind.”
Harry paused, his tone turning more pointed. “Ayforce mentioned sensing something strange about a few of those sick with these mental afflictions, but mystic beliefs don’t hold weight here. Then there was the incident at the HQ hole—several individuals were momentarily petrified. Yet we still have no clear understanding of the causes behind these events.”
His words lingered in the silence, a stark reminder of the dangers they faced. “I need everyone to understand something,” Harry said firmly, his gaze sweeping the group. “Out here, even the smallest injury or illness can spiral into a life-threatening situation. A simple cut could require surgery. A cold could lead to permanent damage, like losing an eye. An allergic reaction could cause internal bleeding. We don’t have the tools or resources to manage these things properly.”
Harry: (He took a deep breath, the weight of the unknown pressing down on his words) "I don’t have answers right now, but this is information you all need to hear. Every time we step into the forest, we bring something back with us, and we have no idea where that path might lead. Right now I have people in cots who haven't recovered from the five days of no hydration, only labor. It’s not just 'thirsty'—it’s systemic collapse. They’re not sitting up and chatting. They’re barely conscious, some not at all. Eyes sunken deep into their sockets, lips cracked and blackened at the corners, skin hanging off them like loose parchment. You touch an arm—the skin stays pinched. Zero turgor. That’s classic. But this isn’t textbook. This is worse.
"Their mouths are dry as bone. Tongues swollen, sometimes fissured. Try to get a word out of them, and all you get is a rasp or a moan. One guy’s muscle cramps are so bad, his body’s locked up like he’s having a seizure. Another? He pissed blood before he stopped pissing altogether.
"And their vitals? A mess. Blood pressure tanked. Heart rate through the roof trying to compensate, trying to force blood through a system that’s basically dried out. Electrolytes? All over the place. Potassium too low, sodium way too high. Kidneys? In panic mode or already failed. I know the majority of people were affected in this way, but we weren't made as equals. Thanks to the gel plant, we can slowly rehydrate them; if not, we could unintentionally kill them with the fluids meant to save them. If we boil the gel to liquid and give them too much to drink, too fast, their brains will most likely swell. They seize. They die.
"So it’s a goddamn dance. But the method of choice right now is to submerge them in the gel and have the body absorb what it can, while they ingest what they can also. We haven't found a way to prevent them from drowning in their own toxic blood, however, it doesn’t seem to have come to that as of yet. It’s days of work before they will be stable. Weeks before they’re strong again.
"And the worst part? They look like they’ve been to war and lost—and we haven’t even touched the mental side yet. The confusion, the hallucinations, the trauma. Five days without water isn’t just physical suffering. It’s psychological hell. The body screams, then the mind breaks. I keep hearing this is our first win, but to me, we haven't won until we have advanced medicine to reverse the curses of this planet.”
Joe: (A snort, followed by a dismissive wave of his hand) "Well, that's a lot of talk, but a little sweat and training could burn some of those ailments away. I'm pretty sure what I brought back from the forest had me hallucinating after the expedition. I also had the bug before going on said exploration, and all I did was meditate the pain and sickness away with a little thing I call my fists. Hard work and a good battle are the only healing we need. That fight against the Launch bird and focusing on how to take it down was the problem I needed to heal from. All men aren’t made equally, but all men can be trained and treated as such. We just need to take the weak and build up our immune systems, maybe.
"But with all due respect, I don't want to take the seriousness out of things or make little of the danger you mentioned, Harry, but we've been here in this meeting for quite some time, and frankly, I have things to do to save lives. As much as I would love to hear everyone's contribution, I don’t think I need to be here for all of this. Can we move on to another topic already? Let's run through the list. Maybe get to my topic.”
Tara: (Sitting a few seats away, she mutters under her breath, loud enough to be heard if someone next to her was listening for it) “Brought back from the expedition? He lost a source of food to the forest, came back light, and he has the balls to talk about what he returned with from the expedition? What a joke."
She hadn’t expected anyone to hear her, but when she glanced up, Joe was already looking her way—just a side glance, sharp and knowing. The fact that he’d caught her words from that distance sent a small chill through her. His hearing was way too good, or was it a freak coincidence?
Raven: (Her voice cuts through the bickering, authoritative and sharp) "Okay! Attention over here now, people. Things are starting to move in a direction we don’t want to go. Generals Joe, Vee, and Gem, I'm Raven, seat number 15, head of Legal Services. You guys really didn’t have to be here today, so thanks for showing up. I’m only speaking up now because of something that was said earlier; I’ve been waiting for the floor to open up, but it looked like that day would never come, so carpe diem. Now, to get the ball rolling. You’ve mentioned training, and I've been hearing rumours about your work on some new combat, defence, and survival techniques ever since the takedown of the Launch bird. It’s clear you have knowledge to share to ensure our survival. How true are the rumours? That's a tall glass of expectation if I've ever heard one. Can you provide some insight into this? You haven’t been quelling the rumours, and I don't know if it's a dangerous thing or a true rumour."
Joe: "Ha! Yes, indeed! I've been working on a program along with London, seat 10, the head of Survival Training. This program has the potential to enhance our survival capabilities significantly, and I’ve been more sure of it after I had talks with all those who have seen combat on the planet. It's pretty—"
Before Joe could elaborate further, Raven abruptly cut him off.
Raven: "Joe, my apologies. I just realized this topic can wait. Let’s save time and postpone the discussion of your ‘ little wrestling program' and resource gathering until we’ve covered the important topics."
Joe: "But why can't we discuss it now?"
Raven: "General, as you expressed earlier, this meeting is affecting your ability to attend to other, more pressing matters. You did say, and I quote, 'I have things to do.' As the gathered council, we will find a way to address your concerns if there is any time at the end. However, let us prioritize the remaining crucial topics before concluding this meeting."
Tara: "Indeed, sirs. During the excavation of the pit beneath the HQ, we encountered a peculiar gas at a depth of 11 feet. Harry, I’m sure what I’m about to say will provide you with some answers. The gas we discovered exhibited unique characteristics that warrant further investigation. It was nearly imperceptible, lacking discernible toxicity or flammability, and devoid of any discernible odour. However, it emitted a distinct red-tinted luminescence within the surrounding shadows. Our initial expertise and visual analysis suggest that this gas may possess unusual properties related to energy transfer and molecular reactivity. I believe it could be a link to what petrified the workers in the HQ hole."
Joe: (Leaning forward, his brow furrowed in impatience) "What the hell does that mean? 'Molecular reactivity'? Harry mentioned some shit about people turning to stone or something. Is this a volcanic thing? All these gases, everywhere?"
Lady Vee: (Her voice calm, almost serene, as she explains) "Our researchers, despite limited resources, diligently studied the gas's behaviour just today. The very same gases Harry and Tara are talking about. We observed intriguing phenomena associated with exposure to the gas. Withdrawal from the gas resulted in a curious three-hour period of skin calcification, rendering the outer layer as dense and resilient as a brick before gradually deteriorating into a brittle state. This process appears to involve unique molecular transformations and could provide valuable insights into potential applications in materials science. However, at present, there isn't much we can do outside of primitive trial and error on live test subjects, to truly study and observe. To make it simple for you to understand, Joe, as a child of the Almighty would: it’s a petrification gas."
Vest: (A low, rumbling voice, cutting through the air) "That's a pretty interesting find. I'm interested in that information. I can see potential in it."
Joe: (Stares at Vest, unimpressed) "Hmm. So, are you going to introduce yourself, sir? Or are we just supposed to know who you are?"
Vest: (A dry, almost imperceptible chuckle) "Nope. No need for that. Everyone who needs to know of me, knows of me. Please carry on."
Tara: “Whatever. Furthermore, following the gas discovery, we continued the excavation until our workers encountered a large, impressive root that produced warmth upon touch. In their reports, they claimed to have heard audible sounds akin to fluid flow emanating from within the root itself. Preliminary examinations indicate that the root possesses a remarkable heat transfer mechanism and may serve as a conduit for the transport of fluids or other substances. However, this raises an intriguing question regarding the existence of subterranean networks or biological mechanisms unknown to us."
This topic in particular stirred up quite a fuss among the thirty, who wanted to know more about the discovery and the dangers that might follow.
"In terms of health," Tara suggested, her gaze briefly flicking to Joe as she spoke, "we could explore the potential medicinal properties of the gas and roots. Perhaps the unique molecular transformations observed in the gas could be harnessed to develop new treatments for common ailments or injuries, instead of just... sweating them out."
Lady Vee: (Nodding thoughtfully, her eyes alight with a gentle zeal) "Additionally, as children of this new world, we could investigate the root's heat transfer mechanisms to improve our heating systems during colder seasons that may or may not come. This could enhance the comfort and well-being of our community, a true blessing, while reducing energy consumption and honouring the planet's own thermal gifts."
Vest: (Chimed in, his mind already racing with possibilities.) "From a defensive standpoint, we could use the gas to create non-lethal deterrents to repel potential threats. Its unique properties could disorient or incapacitate intruders, providing us with a strategic advantage in safeguarding our perimeter. But it all depends on how much we can harness.”
Aki: "That's a far possibility if we don't find a way to harness it. But if we could, that would be a powerful ace to have."
A shared purpose now fuelled the councillors. They rallied around the new discoveries, brainstorming how to turn strange gases and warm roots into tools for health, defence, and resilience.
