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The talk with Aloysius, and shockingly Liam, had taken place in the comfort of the small living room he had. Considering Melody was planning to marry into his family, which would make Aloysius family as well, the blond hadn’t moved from the small room and taken the meeting into the main living room. He’d had Katya lead them to the hidden back room where he’d been seated with Rene after going over things with the other.

The talk, a sharing of information, had been enlightening as well as helpful as he’d been able to share information with Aloysius as well as speculate on what it could all mean. It was good to bounce ideas with someone else who had been there, without all the dramatics going on. From the room shaking to everything else, including the throwing of verbal barbs, it was good to talk without other things sidetracking and derailing the communication. There had been a lot of talking the night before and it had ended in plans to meet this morning - which was why he was standing outside Lauralite’s office with the spike in his right hand, held close to his chest.

In his left hand, held down at his side, was a folder with a neatly typed-up report on what had happened. He would, of course, be filling their Queen in on things verbally but he’d also present her with a written and signed copy of everything. Glancing over, and up, to Chalcanthite the blond stared for a moment. “Ready when you are.” Because they might as well get this meeting started, while the espresso was still keeping him running since he’d not gotten a good amount of sleep the previous night, he’d crash as soon as he got home and make up for the lost sleep.

“I agree, I wasn’t a fan of the eye either. Though, to be fair I’m not a fan of this whole thing.” He kept his voice low, not wanting to bring unwanted, and unnecessary, attention to the two of them just yet. “Good, share with me what you find on the moon. I might, and this is a very tentative might, be able to find a way there myself. Some on the side of order, while knowing me well enough, still are peaceful enough to speak with me and not resort to outright attacking me on sight.” What a surprise that was, and yet it was true, there just weren’t many like that. He could think of a few though, very few, and he might be able to hunt one of them down and get himself to the moon. He doubted he’d find them though, like a needle in a haystack, it had also been a while since he’d seen them. But it might be a good idea to try and perhaps see if he could find someone else, someone low in rank who didn’t know him well enough, call for one of this person, that might be the best option even if it might involve a strongly worded demand they call for who he wanted. He just had to hope whoever he had them call, and he did have someone in mind, would arrive and was still as peaceful as he remembered them to be.

If he couldn’t get ahold of the knight he was thinking about, not some traitor who now worked for order, or they didn’t wish to assist him, then there was that elderly knight who hung about the city library. They didn’t attack unless provoked and attacked first, making them another option if need be. They were older and he figured that was why they didn’t attack first, or at all if they could help it, but he didn’t much care for the idea of dealing with the old man. Perhaps the idea that being so old they wouldn’t want to get involved in such things, wouldn’t want to assist in what could potentially be a big battle, but who knows…maybe they would. Hopefully he didn’t have to bother them though, he’d rather the first idea pan out instead.

“You do have the better reputation, so you’ll have more luck for certain.” Stepping forward the blond knocked on the door before pushing it open slowly and stepping inside. “My Queen.” Calling out as he stepped further into the room, spike still held to his chest, he went to take a knee when he got close enough. He didn’t take the time to look around the room, his focus on their Queen and the conversation which needed to take place this morning. The words he would speak already piecing themselves together in his mind, some words changed out for others, as he replayed everything in his mind in preparation for this discussion. There was so much to say, most of it speculation, but he was hoping to ask some questions as well.

"Given the events of the previous night, assuming someones already spoken to you, you can understand why the folders are so thick." There was much to discuss, observations and the like, not to mention speculations and ideas. He wasn't one to just throw out information but he liked to add his own thoughts to things, sometimes little opinions here and there and other times fully thought out ideas and points which needed to be made. This report was full of such things, though more so fully fleshed out thoughts, he'd tried to keep things short and simple but that really wasn't easy to accomplish given the events of the previous night and how open ended things were; left to interpretation.

Stepping forward, approaching her desk, he pulled out a chair and sat himself down. Since they were bypassing formalities, and he really didn't like how short most chairs made him feel, he pulled a leg up and under himself so he had a bit more height. It was wholly unprofessional and lacked in manners, which he very well knew, but it was comfortable for him and the height felt better as well. It also might, and he would never confirm or denym be due to the fact that if he sat all the way back in a chair his feet never fully touched the floor and just the tips of his feet brushed the ground.

Leaning forward he placed the spike on her desk. "This was given to me last evening, I've kept it in subspace for safe keeping since then. Since returning to Earth, assuming we were not on this planet last night, I have felt watched and followed.Given I've only been in my own home since returning I think it had to do with last night, and the eye that watched us in the room." So he was doing what he could to keep the spike safe, no one else could reach into his subspace, though if someone were to somehow kill him...it would be lost entierly.

"I think it may be best kept down here, safe where no one can get it. If something were to befall me, and I were to meet my end, no one would be able to acess it from subspace and the spike is most important." Important enough that he was willing to work with order if need be, work with any order memebr who also may have a spike, or anyone who was willing to help handle this beast. He'd do what needed to be done...even if it meant working with order...and traitors.

"If I need to use it, when t he time comes, then I will." But it was best kept somewhere that someone else could acess it if something happened to him. He had to think about these sorts of things when dealing with a potential Earth ending event, one which needed that spike to stop it. "It seems that something, a stellar threat, may be imprisioned somewhere and that prision is no longer secure." And they all might not be safe from it for much longer. The calmness he was known for had taken over, replacing the poanic and worry he'd felt the night before. He'd had time to rest, to talk to Rene, and calm himself so he could hold himself together for this meeting and handle things in his usual manner.

“Assume nothing, General,” Laurelite said sweetly to Benitoite. She did not seem to criticize nor judge his unique choice of sitting. Given the circumstances, there were far more interesting things to analyze, anyway.

She lifted the spike from her desk almost as soon as Benitoite placed it there, because if they were foregoing formalities, she wasn’t going to pretend like she wasn’t interested in it.

Holding it tenderly, she spent a great deal of effort as she analyzed it. She had a fondness for all artifacts, and this was no different. She rotated it slowly, tracing her fingers over every inch of it as if by doing so she might uncover some of its secret.

If she found anything, it wasn’t worth sharing.

The stars in the orb on the hilt of it drew her attention for a moment longer but, finally, she laid it back down on the desk.

“I think keeping it here is best. Metallia’s watchful eye can guarantee its safety. Still, don’t tell anyone else of its location if you aren’t keeping it on you. If you keep it in your office, lock it and take any extra precautions. I’d recommend you have a Mauvian install a sensor just in case. It isn’t as much that I’m worried you’ll have issues from one of our own, I just don’t know what this thing is capable of.”

Laurelite glanced between the two of them and her gaze settled on Chalcanthite. “Perhaps the both of you can have a Mauvian examine your tablets as well. If these images are a valid recollection of your time there, I suppose we should take it as a boon that they were shared with us. However, our systems are incredibly secure. I can’t imagine how someone was able to bypass our defenses. I want confirmation that we don’t have someone sneaking in through a back door.”

Her smile never faltered, and though she never spoke with anything akin to worry or concern, she was clearly intending to handle this with great attentiveness.

“The White Moon Senshi you encountered there, did they try to make plans to meet up again? You may have a unique opportunity to connect with them again. I trust the two of you but it’s a situation that must be handled delicately. You would have my permission to engage with them in any way that might best benefit the Negaverse. If Earth is in danger, I don’t trust them to handle that responsibility. It’s better left to us, anyway. I want to know what they know.”

Nodding once, he made a note to bring it up with Desiree when he got home before reaching out to his team about things. "Of course, I will reach out to confirm no foul play happened in regards to the photos. With how things seemed cut off or on the fritz there, it would be good to double check just in case." If nothing came up, then that would be fine and ease that small snag of worry over things.

Shifting slightly, at the mention of the dark mirror by Benitoite, he kept the worry over his fiancé's findings off of his face. "Reaching out to the mirror would be beneficial, it seems to have effected some of their mirrors as well, but given the fact I was given this information early this morning, I have not compiled a full report but I will provide one soon."

"As for order, I was unable to hear if they were meeting up after or not, but I can change my routes in order to try seeking them out to gather more information regarding things. I agree that things would be better left to us and I will navigate things delicately to get the best results as well." It would take some time, but he had a few ideas of who he might be able to interact with to find those senshi from before. Maybe not all of them, but whichever he could manage to find, he would.

Thinking on that, he brushed his fingers over the edge of the folder for a moment. "Given this situation and how fresh it is, how much information should I provide to my team at this point in time? And following that up, what information should we disseminate to order if an interaction does occur?" It was a balance itself and to get information most times one had to give it, the question was what would work without causing any problems or leaving him in a poor position.

"Then I'll have Katya, and anyother mauvian, secure my office and I'll move a few of my plants from the green hosue into my office. Anyone who walks in there, without proper assistence, will find themselves drained of their energy and laying there till they can be removed." That way if someone went for the spike he'd catch them, let that be a lesson to anyone trying to enterh is office. He'd keep a pin on himself, and this was notice for Chalcanthite and their Queen to do so as well, because no one beyond this room would know of the trap he'd be placing in his office. Katya would know, once he got home, but that was it. No one should be picking the lock to get into his office anyway.

"Of course, I'll keep that in mind, I appreciate the latitude we're being allowed in searching for information and dealing with order. I'll do my best to gather what information I can, in the hopes something will be useful." If only to see the scope of things, how far into space things might be affected by what was going on, every bit might help in forming a full picture of what was going on. Though he only cared for Earth as well it would give them an idea of the power involved, at least he was figuring that.

"As for what I saw in the mural I observed." Trailing off for a moment, though the information could easily be found in his report, he continued then. "I saw a serpent wraped about a planet, it's tail in it's own mouth, the planet itself slowly withered and died. I can only assume it was drained of it's energy - it's life. Once it was done the serpent let it's tail go, unwrapping itself from the planet, it headed off into space.I can only assume it was to find another planet. From the picture son the tablet I'm assuming it found far more than another planet...it found those who were able to chain it down but either could not or would not kill it. If it was because they wouldn't...than I wonder why, is there a need for it. If it was because they couldn't...can we?" His report mentioned, in better detail than the night before, the idea of this being some end of the world thing - Ragnarok from Norse mythology. The idea that this was an end of the world thing, since it seemed fitting, and perhaps aliens from who escaped it's destruction had brought the story here. Humans had then changed it, altered it, wether it was due to a different in language, understanding, or it had changed over time it didn't matter. All the options were mentioned of course. He'd gone on wit h the idea of Nrose mythology in his report, because perhaps he was focused on it too much, that the world tree was perhaps a way for the Vikings to describe aliens and pplanets in space which they came from. So it was a retelling of an old story and put into terms they understood.

He'd even gone into another idea altogether...that this was an end of the world which was meant to happen, that came in cycles, and would come again. That it would come like the Silver milleniums end had...and when things started anew all this, everything, would be forgotten just as the Silver Millenium had been. He'd offered ideas to look into, to see if there were ties into some of these myths and stories, to understand what was happening and find clues in the stories. Would there be more to come? What else might come? He'd been up late, and woken early, to do research online in order to type up this whole report. The research, and time, showed in the amount of work he'd managed. He just hoped he didn't sound too off the wall...but he didn't think so. It would make sense.