“Sir, you have an incoming emergency meeting request from the system administrators of Sector 1, should I schedule them for next month? Maybe next year? They do say it’s very urgent since they do not have authority over protocol 1306.” The personal assistant said.
“Hmm, let’s schedule them for.... wait a moment. Could you please repeat the protocol number?” said Uriel, the de facto Chief Administrator of the Universal System, “Did you just say Sector 1?”
The assistant went over his clipboard and read aloud:
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“Dear Chief Administrator,
I hope this e-mail finds you in good spirits.
We, the system administrators of Sector 1, at this moment, request a meeting with your most exalted persona, due to the fact that an illegal and unauthorized incursion into DMZ Alpha, better known as Sector 1, which contains the legacy planet known as Eden, has happened.
We detected a breach into what the locals call the Oort cloud approximately 20 minutes ago, a small scout/science vessel from the Horde denomination breached it in an attempt to run stellar cartography scans.
We believe that in the very near future, they will stumble onto Eden itself and we foresee that if no action is taken on our end, the inhabitants of Eden will be forcefully integrated into the galactic and supra-stellar community.
We understand that as per Heavenly Mandate 0000000001, subsection 5 that reads, and we quote:
“I don’t want to see any of you young upstarts pull any more shenanigans in my Vacation Home, or you will start calling what I did to Lucy as being ‘merciful’..
End quote.
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We understand that we are here only to monitor and not to interfere, but we ask ourselves the following question, and since we did not like the answer, we now ask you, venerable Chief System Administrator:
“Wouldn’t the Big Guy be really super crossed if we let his Vacation Home in this universe get ransacked, the humans enslaved, and most importantly, if we allow all of the legacies and divine artifacts that rest there to get out in an unsanctioned manner?”
We are proposing to enact Protocol 1306 and request you meet with us since face-to-face is the standard procedure for approval.
Best regards,
Biggsnadiel & Wedgenadiel,
Sector 1 System Administrators
“Been here since the start”
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“Or so they say, Chief,” said the Personal Assistant.
“Borinadiel! Why are you wasting time asking stupid questions?” Said the Chief, “Bring them in ASAP, you are cleared to transfix them over immediately.”
“At your behest, oh most exalted one,” said the Personal Assitant Borinadiel. “But if I may ask, why is this so urgent that you assign your personal time and even summon two lowly system administrators over to be graced with your presence?”
“Ah, of course Borinadiel, how old are you?” Uriel answered.
“Apologies Master Uriel, but I’m just 3 eons-old”
“Figures; you would not know anything about it, you were not here during creation times, the First creation that is” Uriel replied.
“Well it is a very simple matter,” Uriel continued “Sector 1, was the first thing the Almighty created after finishing the Original Universe, you know, after he fought the Outsiders and the current status quo came into being. He was so proud of his creation that he named it his vacation home, and even created a sub-race to tend to it, the Aesir and the Olympians, to name a couple of the factions he put in that place. He created them to his image, just like he created us, with one difference, they were mortal.”
“I take it all our jobs are in jeopardy if something untoward were to happen to this place then?” Borinadiel asked
“Indeed; another thing, once the administrators arrive, please leave us, and activate every single security protocol in my office as you go. These meetings will decide the fate of an entire race. Two if you consider ours as well.”
As Borinadiel left to transfix the two admins, Uriel picked up his phone and marked two on the dial, number one was a red button that Uriel had never dared to use in the past, not even when Outsiders first breached the Original Universe, or OU for short, nor when they established a full-on colony in the Laniakea Supercluster, were a protracted war had been raging for eons between outsider forces and the angelic host.
To press number one on that phone was only done if an event of such magnitude could jeopardize the continued existence of the OU, such as an elder being like Nyarlathotep entering our reality. This was not such an event, so Uriel pressed number two.
“Hi Raph, how are you?” Uriel said when someone picked up on the other end, “Yeah it's been hectic this past couple Eras. Mhmmm, yes, aha, hmm, well I have got bad news, you are not going to believe this, we will be seeing our brothers soon, as in right now... because I need you, Mike and Gabe to come over to my office... mhm... yes...I understand .... but .... no .... aha ........ Raphael, please listen... it’s about protocol 1306.... mhm… being transfixed right now..... uhu ....... ok, see you in a minute then.”
It would be the first time that the four archangels would gather in the same place in millions of years, the last one having taken place probably a couple of Eras ago.