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H.O.M.E. 11
by Fin
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The Council of Outer Ring City sat on a platform that hovered high above the audience chamber well below. The many assorted and oblong creatures that peered down at the beings whom would address their body unelectorate, could hardly be discerned from the vertical distance they had chosen as their station.
Franklin could not tell if that was a tentacle, or a very thin face.
Was that a mouth? Or a patch of compound eyes?
And was that a tiny blue orb just floating there? Whom could really say.
Regardless of whatever or whomever these rulers were though, they seemed disinterested in the affairs that were being brought to their attention.
The citizens of Outer Ring City that wished to communicate their issue of choice would stand on a dais far beneath the flying pedestal, and speak into a nanophone, so that all in the chamber could hear their singular amplified voice.
"And that's why with an expansion of the ring beyond the edges of the surface, we could house more of The Core's inhabitants within the city," said a rotund magenta thing, the organs it used as a face contorted into an earnest smile.
Silence from those that sat on high.
Then...
"Cool story, bro."
The answer echoed throughout the chamber as if the words contained a depth of meaning they truly did not, and then the alien's turn was over.
The confused fat reddish monster was shuffled off the addressment podium by several guards, and a new bizarre creature soon took its place. This process was repeated many times in nearly the exact same fashion all day, seemingly everyday, always to the same result.
Franklin counted several "Whatevers," the occassional rare "We'll look into it", and his absolute favorite, just a "K."
Enthusiastic action was not The Council's modus operandii it extremely now looked.
And the ret. admiral knew that such a response would not be saving his long lost son any time soon.
When it was The Blades turn to next approach the central dais, the father and son were donning outfits that hid their true human appearance. Given to them by Slim however, these multicolored sparkled suits were a bit more ostentatious than the ones the men of Earth were normally used to wearing.
But these rainbow bejeweled gaudy garbs served their purpose regardless. None could ever guess whom was about to address them. Just as Franklin wished it to be.
While rumors of new Umons had begun to circle the ring, these claims were not novel to The Core in the slightest. With such high demand for any new fix, many alien inhabitants would believe almost anything about the Umon they were about to acquire, and skin works had become not uncommon to find amongst the Sams at all.
So the truth, that two new Umons had finally landed on the spatial shores of The Core after all this long time, was still not public knowledge to anyone living outside The Exo Club or its most habitual clients.
"You have 5 minutes," said one of the guards to the father and son pair as they stood at the nanophone, hundreds of meters beneath the floating platform of The Council.
Franklin then nodded to his boy, and both men removed their helmets at the exact same time.
Silence at first followed while the many optical receptors of the audience hall focused on the pair.
Then the murmurs in the audience chamber began to swell.
The hushed whispers grew to loud shouts to finally a magnificent cacophany!
The grand hall was in a uproar!
UMONS!
Addressing The Council!!
Was that even allowed!?
And what was wrong with that grey one's face!!?
Franklin had caused the raucus he had so desired, and smiled slightly at his labors.
James on the other hand was far more worried than his father.
The aliens far outnumbered them, and the two now stood vulnerable in the middle of them all.
Bells signaled for the chamber to return to its previous silent state. But it took some time yet still for the commotion to die down.
When it finally had, one of the guards addressed The Blades once more.
"You may have 10 minutes."
Franklin spoke into the nanophone without looking back at the alien soldier again.
"I'm going to take as much time as I want."
James held his head in his hands, as more calls of disbelief emanated from the crowd!
A Umon could not speak so!
And to The Council of all beings!
More bells to silence them.
Eventually the alien rulers answered, their sound echoing down to the chamber floor below.
"What do you want, Umon?"
Franklin had The Council's attention.
Now to light the fire.
The elder Blade cleared his throat, then spoke with a tone of authority coming from years of being an Admiral in The Galactic Fleet.
"WHERE. IS. MY. SON!?"
Franklin's voice boomed throughout the chamber, as his eyes searched the alien leaders above.
These were the foreign beasts whom had authorized the use of the Sams so!
But there was to be no further answer from the sky.
"I. KNOW. YOU. KNOW. WHERE. HE. IS!"
Still silence from on high.
The noise from below however, was anything but.
And the bells of the council chamber could no longer silence the crowd.
What did this Umon mean!?
Whom was this "son" of which he spoke?
There was only one other Umon in The Core...
  ...and there were so many of him now.
"I'm going to free them," said Franklin clearly and resolutely into the nanophone. "I'm going to free them all."
The elder Blade waited just a moment before continuing.
"I suggest you do not get in my way."
The Council's levitating platform began to ascend higher without emanating another word.
New bells signaled the days audiences had now come to an end, far earlier than normal.
"Time to go son," said Franklin to the younger Blade, whom was staring at his dad aghast, as the crowd roared around them.
Had the ret. admiral really just declared WAR on all of Outer Ring City!?
James could only shake his head to himself. He never should have let the old man talk!
"Was that really necessary, Dad?"
"They weren't going to help us James," said the admiral. "It was the only way."
Franklin's new plan, formulated while watching The Council's useless proceedings, in the end worked like a charm.
The Blades were now famous. Infamous actually.
All the aliens of The Core now knew... the humans had landed!
