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Foramen shrugged. He didn't really understand how senshi got awakened, so he wasn't expecting to make any sense of how Negaverse agents were awakened. Or corrupted, if it followed that it was the same procedure used on senshi.

"The senshi have their starseeds missing," he noted. Foramen fought off the cold shiver that walked down his spine. "But the normal Negaverse agents don't seem to have that problem. And there's surely more to it than just removing the starseed, or they'd just die like all the civilians that have fallen victim to the Negaverse."

Heebie-jeebies was one way to put it. Foramen was just hoping that he never found out firsthand how a senshi was corrupted.

"Anyway," Foramen briskly changed the subject, away from such morbid concepts, "Lyra's given us input on two Captains. Scheelite and Zinkenite - oh, I met him. The tiny, angry one."

Foramen was one to talk.

Foramen shrugged. "Shades of grey, I guess. I bet some of them don't believe in 'good' or 'evil' at all. And those that do seem to see themselves as the good ones, and us as the evil alien invaders."

Exactly what kind of invasion the senshi were doing, apart from living peacefully and protecting normal humans, was beyond Foramen.

He shook his head at the mention of the Halloween party. "Wasn't there for that." One eyebrow quirked in Europa's direction, a silent prompt for more information on the party and this crystal.

"I can say that Zinkenite did nothing unusual when I met him recently. A lot of talk - bet he thinks he's oh so clever and above everyone else - but a crappy fighter. He had to pull a smoke bomb just to get away from me, and god knows I'm no prize in the fighting department either."

Senshi training camp... Might have been interesting. Except it was being run by Castor. Foramen pulled a face. Hopefully Castor was taking it seriously, if he'd gone to trouble of arranging something like that, not just using it to flirt with the ladies.

"We can ask Taranis," Foramen said in response to the bulletin idea. "He's the one who convinced the cats to let us do this in the first place. I can take care of the coding, but we need to be sure the phones can handle it." Or that the cats' supercomputer didn't mistake it for a virus and wipe it straight back off.

Foramen shook his head. Halloween Masquerade didn't ring a bell. Though whether he attended any kind of social gathering was hit or miss - sometimes he wanted to be around others, even if he didn't much like them, and then sometimes the thought made him ill.

"I've heard a few rumours," he said about the Rainbow Crystals. Mostly concerns in senshi meetings about finding them and getting them before the Negaverse could. "What exactly would the Negaverse do with crystals designed to find the Moon Princess? Find her first and kill her? Or do they do something different in corrupted hands?"

Chibimoon was another subject brought up in senshi meetings, usually to a lot of arguing back and forth. He'd seen her at the meeting where he'd met Taranis and Europa (the phone-database group being the only productive thing to come from that meeting, in Foramen's opinion). And she'd been there for the Elysion disaster. So far Foramen didn't have a high opinion of the girl. She seemed less competent than many of the other senshi, but because of her blood they should follow her? Not to mention, she'd argued against that fact herself, which only made her followers even more devoted.

Still, if the pink girl had information like this, then maybe Foramen shouldn't be so quick to write her off. She was the granddaughter of the Queen Serenity he'd met, after all. Blood couldn't run weak that quickly, could it? Maybe there was something of the Queen there that he just hadn't seen in the meetings.

He shrugged. "Maybe I'll take the time to chat with Chibimoon at some point."

Europa didn't have to convince Foramen about the usefulness of a bulletin system on the phones. He was all for it. As long as Castor couldn't use it for booty calls. "I'll script it up," he agreed. "Have Taranis warn the cats so it doesn't end up blocked."

Foramen hadn't seen the movie in question, but the idea was rather apparently. Let the Negas talk, attack while they waxed on about their plans or whatnot. "Some of them seem fond of monologuing," he said, shrugging. "Some of them just go straight on the offensive. And some of them, well, if they wasted time monologuing, I'd be running away." He mostly meant Tanz on that last one.

Foramen raised an eyebrow. He had seen the movie that Europa was referring to (being a bit of a secret computer nerd and all), so he got the reference. The logistics of it still confused the hell out of him - fair enough to have wormholes in a sci-fi movie. But in real life? Or maybe there was a senshi of wormholes (Foramen briefly wondered if his rifts could or would power up into affecting time) or a senshi of time itself. That might explain how a senshi princess managed to be sent back.

... Though she clearly hadn't 'fixed' anything if her parents were now dead.

"I guess she's just lucky to be something along the lines of Star Trek time travel, and not Back To The Future," Foramen muttered. Or else she would have disappeared by now, as someone who would no longer be born.

He shot Europa a wry grimace of a smile. "Our whole lives sound like some bad sci-fi movie now, don't they? We never would have believed any of this stuff a few years ago."

"Gone public?" Foramen repeated, his voice hitting his higher range in his surprise. "Aren't we public enough? We're branded as terrorists, we're all over Youtube because everyone with a mobile phone thinks they're the next Spielburg, and at least one senshi already has an arrest warrant out just for them."

He could sort of see what Europa meant. They could have given their side of the story. Tried to fight the bad press. But that horse had already left the stable. "Nothing we said at this point would be taken seriously. Just the ramblings of terrorists trying to place blame elsewhere. And even if we could make people believe us, that doesn't stop them being scared. Worst case scenario? We'd be the new witch-hunt. Round us up, cart us off, imprisoned for being dangerous, tests to figure out what we really are... Even the best case scenario is that the police would hunt the Negaverse as well as hunting us."

It was too bad it wasn't still just one giant secret. But that was hard in such a technologically advanced age. Internet, mobile phones... Information was out and public in minutes.

And anyway, bad press was the last of their concerns. The Negaverse was still the most dangerous thing out there, so Foramen drew Europa's attention back to the database entries.

They continued on for almost another hour, until they reached the last of the new submissions. Foramen stretched after reading out the last entry, every vertebrae of his spine cracking. As comfy as the meeting room chairs were, he'd still been sitting in one for far too long.

"I think that's us done for the day. Night," he corrected himself. He made for the door, ready to leave. Something made him pause. Perhaps it was the rise in higher level opponents, along with the knowledge that very few senshi knew or cared for Foramen. Perhaps it was time to start cultivating allies... and his fellow database managers seemed very inoffensive, as far as senshi went. "We should do this again sometime. After some more submissions have built up."