Phantom Menace Jedi Council Novels & Stories

He walked to the door as he spoke to the operator and the fear and shock in his voice was real. “We all stick to the same story, you can ask Simon and his pack all the questions you want after you’ve signed as familiars. If you tell anyone about what we are, I’ll have to come back and kill you,” I said to them and Jesse laughed but my face remained serious. “I think I need a drink,” Jordan said and Jesse nodded his head. “Jordan, The Council will be keeping an eye on you as you take over this club, I’ve already vouched for you,” I said to him.

But convincing them to trust me, a human, would be no small feat. We arrived at a secluded clearing, where the council members were already gathered. They were an imposing group, each one radiating an air of authority and power. At their center was Alpha Marcus, a formidable figure with a stern expression and piercing eyes. To his right stood Luna Seraphina, a wise and ancient werewolf with a reputation for her profound knowledge and mystical abilities. Nathanial gave me a reassuring nod as we approached the council. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation ahead. The council's eyes turned towards us, their gazes filled with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Soon after, nine majestic energies surged into the sky, each possessing the strength of a beginner Martial Emperor and a Human Ace! Standing behind Sean, they fixed their sharp gazes on Anson and his allies. They were none other than the nine elders of the Nonagon Council! "Mr. Storm, is that you?" Anson's pupils contracted. Sean had indeed managed to sway the Nonagon Council to his side! Anson wasn't sure how Sean accomplished it, but it likely involved Diego. "Anson, we advise you not to resist stubbornly," cautioned Maverick Storm, one of the elders of the Nonagon Council. His tone dripped with iciness.

Perhaps I would let Neo out for a run so that I could fall away from reality for a little while. Something serious had happened here at the academy. That much was apparent with the fact that there was an entire group of people at the office. I recognized Luna Elle and Alpha Kade from the pictures that my father sent over so that I knew who was and was not on the Supernatural Council. King Jackson and Queen Imeela were also here as well. What in the fuck would bring them all down here? Actually, I did not want to know because then I would have nothing to tell the bastard when he inevitably called me for a check-in.

"We can keep the lights on, but we can't make synthetic meat out of electricity. In two weeks, we’ll be eating the leather off our boots." The War Room of the Ruined They reached the Spire’s 80th floor, now the official "Council of Cinders" headquarters. The quartz table was covered in hard-copy maps and salvaged tablets. Jax was there, looking older than his fifty years, alongside a hologram of High-Elder Vahn, whose face was distorted by the Oasis-Spire's flickering long-range relay.

That’s a lot of guards. The ride to the council was quiet. Sable only gave me words of encouragement and Jaxon reminded me that he was going to alpha command me. Jude held my hand and told me not to be afraid and that he would be beside me. We get to the council and once we are inside, we enter a huge room that looks like a court room. Junk goes to the podium and asks for the defendants to be brought in. In the crowd, I saw my parents and my sister. She sees me and narrows her eyes at me. Suddenly, she mind links me. Which is something she rarely does.

“That’s Jean Moreaux. Former CEO of a military AI company. Vanished three years ago after a drone scandal. He’s supposed to be dead.” “Not dead,” Nathaniel muttered. “Just relocated.” Grace’s heart thudded. “Which means the Council really is gathering.” Suddenly, the music stopped. A soft chime rang through the air. And the ballroom doors opened again. A man walked in, tall, confident, face hidden behind a silver phoenix mask. Everyone froze. Guests bowed their heads slightly. Aria tensed. “That’s him.” “Who?” Grace asked, swallowing hard. Aria’s voice was barely above a whisper. “The Phoenix. The one who sits at the Council’s core.”

If they want me, they can hear from me personally. Jordan remarked, "You will die." "Then so be it. I will not be their pawn, though. Not yours, not Revan's, not the Council's. Revan's jaw tightened. Then he nodded slowly. We then battle alongside you. The courtyard was pandemonium. Shadows danced in unnatural ways, stone walls were licked by flames, and council guards shouted. A tall man came forward. Though his face was obscured, his voice sent shivers down my spine.

I asked him as I sat down and poured myself some coffee. “Not sure yet,” he said. Wrench was a young guy, joined toward the end of our war. He was smart and a little malicious, my kind of guy. “Waiting on orders from the council,” Mason said. “Where’s Phoenix?” “With the others.” I looked toward the back room. The council was a group of senior leadership that basically made strategy choices and other decisions. Phoenix had the most power, but the council could override him if they ever chose to. That basically never happened, though. Phoenix ran a tight ship and everyone appreciated it.

This was where the High Council kept the prototypes they were too afraid to kill. Dante landed in a crouch, his "Void-Lead" claws digging into the polymer ground as he shielded Jago and the boy. He stood up, his red eye scanning the mist, his wings flaring wide to catch any incoming "Anti-Matter" fire. "Something's wrong," Jago whispered, his hand hovering over his broken "Frequency-Cutter." "There are no guards. No droids. No security grid. It’s like the whole island is... waiting."