COHA:Outpost 2841|Responsibility For Offence

[Carl Stovell]

COHA: Outpost 2841
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'Responsibility for offence'

Within the Outpost.

Misgivings and fear. Jopj nervously flapped his faded red fronds while he
waited for the portal to allow him entrance to the High Fern Instigator's
new propagation chambers. Looking up and down the bending corridor, it
felt the weight of fresh conviction, heavily. There were few of Jopj's
kind left here, those two thousand or so which the Zark Reds had opted to
carry with them as slaves, had either died due to self imposed blackness,
or had been deleafed by their own hideous ilk. It was a horrible vision to
contain in one's mind cells, rooms upon rooms filled with yellow, crumbling
friends. Jopj felt a sorrowful twitch in a low leaf which had drooped to
the cold floor.

When the chamber entry opened, Jopj felt the urge to rush away. Zark kind,
everywhere. The mutant greens (the cause of all the misery and
destruction) were here in abundance. Rows behind rows, encased in their
strange shiny plates of protection; beam machines grasped between thick,
ugly looking grass green leafs. The longing for further sap-shed evident
in the shuffling of each one.

It twisted uncomfortably and proceeded along the isle towards where the
Instigator waited, amongst six plump, black, buzzing Gaab insects.

Not wishing to linger, Jopj moved hastily forward.

High Fern lifted it's great, elder fronds up into the air, knocking the
Gaabs away. *Who allowed this rootless slave into here? Have it deleafed
at once!*

Jopz forced it's message into the air quickly and with great resonance.
*Listen once all! This conquest has to cease! Do not bring the tain...*

The single red plant life, standing trembling in the centre of the
propagation hall, was immediately surrounded by twenty or more Zarks. The
Instigator communicated it's will around the grey stone chambers, while
it's minions set about killing the eighteenth red speaker to attempt
reconciliation. There was to be a ten phalanx offensive sent out
immediately to locate any opposition. That would be followed a day later
by the primary army; all Fourteen thousand footplants would join and clean
the surface of any who would seek to slow the inevitable new Zark Empire.

Details recorded by Jopj.
The last of the red fronded speakers for peace.