The hivemind is conquering for me?

I emerged from the restroom some time later, wiping my mouth from the five star meal I had just devoured. The people had stopped being blurry, which I appreciated greatly and I was about to go to the dancefloor as an absolute banger was playing when I accidentally bumped into someone.

On pure instinct, I reached out and grabbed the person, to prevent them from tumbling, as without my Gyrokinesis applied to my body, I was quite a hefty boy. "Apologies, are you ok?" I asked the short auburn haired woman.

The woman backed away from me quickly and looked around nervously. I too began to look around in case there was a threat. The woman seemed to compose herself quickly. "Thank you, I am fine. Excuse me."

I smiled and nodded and gave the woman a word of warning as she began shimmying off. "Oh, those back spines, you will want to find a better way to hide those." The woman snapped her attention back to me, eyes wide open before she sprinted for the exit of the club.

'Strange cultist. Didn't even Say goodbye.' I thought to myself. I didn't ponder on it for long though, as the dancefloor had my name on it. Orchid would recover her leg functions in a few minutes as well so we could dance together!

…

Outside the club, an auburn haired woman began to run to the end of the street and more. She ran all the way to the border before she checked for followers. After hiding in ambush for five minutes, she let out a breath of pure relief before she adjusted herself into a squat, placing her bands below her lower extremities.

With a slight push, a crystal communicator 'miraculously' appeared in her hands to which she called an encrypted channel.

She didn't have to wait long until the channel opened up and she heard a voice. "Yes?" The voice was authoritative, no room for idle chatter. It needed whatever was needed to be said and that was all.

"Surveillance target spotted. Ecumenopolis 4, Sophia's." The woman said straight to the point. There was a delay as the individual on the other end of the communication said nothing. The woman was about to check the communication frequency for interference when she heard.

"Keep on monitoring. I need as much information as possible. This is non aggressive surveillance, keep me posted." The voice said, before it sighed. "Tell me the bad news... Hurry, I don't have all day."

The auburn haired woman sighed dejectedly before coming clean. "My cover was blown, the target went into a rest room for an extended period of time with another and I grew curious. He bumped into me as I was too close when he left and he felt the spines on my back."

…

Aeletha gripped her glabella and was shaking her head. 'So the Altax could pull out the horns on her head and her tusks, but drew the line at her cosmetic spine spikes? Useless...' Aeletha sighed before instructing. "Very well, you return to your nearest cell for a replacement, you just better hope the target is still there when your replacement gets there."

Aeletha then ended the communication and exhaled deeply as she began to massage her temples. A few moments later, she stood up, clearing her mind as she walked over to her kettle and began the process of making her tea.

Crushing up an assortment of leaves, she placed them in her special pot and poured in the water a moment later. She then made it back to her desk and poured herself a small cup and drank deeply from it.

After finishing the cup, she sighed, relaxed before opening her mind to her extended foresight. Still two paths, the end of the two paths still becoming clearer, though the one that was once fogged was becoming even more clear. Aeletha was receiving Psionic backlash in her sleep at this point, feeling the sensations of a future yet to come, if it ever does come.

She observed the future with great interest, not just because it felt good. She was genuinely baffled. 'Why the human?' Millenia's she couldn't care less about... That. And then all of a sudden, it was all she could see?

She was vexed about this future, vexed about this Archon. Which is why she wanted, no needed to know more. She needed every finite detail she could gather. Preferably, she would have his whereabouts down to the second, every bodily function documented at all times, but she knew the limitations of the Altax cells after all.

Aeletha quickly poured herself another cup, the effects calming in her down slightly as she lost herself in ways to navigate her foresight. For now both paths had the same road, she still could not see any deviation.

'It's not like I could just invite him over into coalition space, he would kill the messenger.' She thought to herself and all of a sudden, her visions had a deviation. There she was shaking hands with the man just outside of her building.

Aeletha slammed her hands down on the table in anger at herself. "Are you Shitting me!" The door to her room suddenly barged open as Rekosh barrelled in due to the yell. "My Seer is-" "-OUT! NOW!"

Rekosh didn't even have a moment to react as his entire body was pushed with an invisible energy out of the room. He landed on his back, winded from the impact, only managing to squeak out a weak. "Oww."

"It cannot be that easy? Can it?" Aeletha peered into her future with the intent of extending Archon Apollo an invitation to her world. Her mouth became agape. Sure enough, if she extended the invitation with hospitable intent, she would create a fixed point in time and the young Archon would meet her.

Aeletha sat back down, brushing her dishevelled hair back through her horns. She took a few deep breaths, lowering the dim of her glowing tattoos as she calmed down. "I actually hate that the simplest course of action would reap the most reward."

Aeletha had spent too long being alive, she was used to thinking grand, the big picture, she often forgot trivialities could often have greater impacts after all. She recalled a cautionary tale from her youth about how a foolish noble sacked a neighbouring country's relief aid as it was passing through his territory. Such a small inconsequential action ended up causing his kingdom's downfall.

Aeletha smiled. She hadn't thought about that for well over a thousand years. It was before the gift the galaxy gave to her race after all, it was beyond ancient history, it was practically alien at this point.

Still, it had picked up her mood significantly as she recalled the rest of the story as she reached into her desk to retrieve a piece of parchment alongside a pot of ink and a quill. She hadn't personally written a letter in decades, but this was to her saviour after all, and a potential someone more... It had to be personal.

Aeletha then dipped her quill into the ink, brushing off the excess on the side of the pot and put the quill onto the paper while looking up at the ceiling in thought. "Dear, Apollo." She started, but crossed it out immediately and threw the page away.

"No, too formal, we have only met once after all in the flesh and he has no idea who I actually am. Hmm..." Aeletha tickled her nose with the end of the feather as she thought for a moment before putting the quill onto a new sheet.

"To my S- no~ that doesn't work either... Makes me seem weak." Aeletha frowned. Why was this so difficult? She writes thousands of letters each week, this should be natural to her. She's been doing it longer than some civilisations have existed after all.

Aeletha leant back and closed her eyes, not like her perception changed any, in order to think. It couldn't be too formal or informal, but still had to show enough respect, but not too much as the human was considered an 'enemy' after all.

After mulling it over, she finally had the correct opening. "Esteemed Archon, My-" Aeletha finally got what she needed to get across after two straight hours of rewrites and nodded her head as she smelt the ink. It all seemed to be in the correct place and a quick blip of her Psionic vision clarified that.

Being satisfied, she allowed the ink to dry before rolling up the parchment. She then went into her desk drawer and picked out a ribbon, a delightful purple that would match the Archons hair. She then used her power to melt some wax and used her sigil to stamp the seal.

Aeletha placed the rolled up parchment onto the desk and gave her entire attention towards it. This was it, this would give her answers, finally bring her out of the dark. She just needed someone she trusted to deliver the message.

"Rekosh!"