Volume 2 - Chapter 64 - Just Another Day
| “And you are certain of this…?” “Yes, sir. I’ve cross-referenced and triple-checked everything. I even went to several of our Long-Term Precogs personally—one at a time, isolated consultations—just to make sure there was no cross-contamination. But every single one reported the same exact result.” A long silence followed, heavy enough to bend the air. “That’s impossible,” the superior officer said quietly. “All Long-Term Precogs, across multiple inquiries, seeing the same massive shift in the Galactic War? One anomaly, perhaps. But universal alignment? No. There must be something else at play.” “I know, sir. I can’t explain it either… but I’m certain about this. This has happened twice now.” The chair creaked as the superior officer slowly sat back. “Twice?” “The first instance was a few weeks ago. It was dismissed at first, because no one filed anything formal—nobody realized others had seen similar visions. Long-Term Precognition is an inherently difficult and, at times, faulty Path after all. It was dismissed by the Psykers as nothing more than the usual inaccuracies. It was only after several of the Precogs casually compared notes later that they recognized the overlap. By the time this was reported however, the data was already too old to start any real investigations as to its origin.” “And today served as confirmation.” “Yes, sir. The moment the second event happened, reports flooded in immediately.” Another silence—longer this time. “You’re absolutely certain here? They all say the same thing?” The report-bearer swallowed. “Gravely certain, sir. They all describe a massive shift radiating from Terra’s southern Factions—the Stellar Republic, the Celestial Dominion, and the United Human Federation. Something happened among one of them—or maybe all of them. Something there has detonated through the Void like a sort of… psychic supernova, for a lack of better word. It is drowning out every other Thread. They can’t see anything past it at all.” The officer’s fingers drummed once, sharply. Silence stretched to the breaking point before he finally prompted, “There’s more, isn’t there?” “It’s not just ours, sir.” The words came out strained, reluctant. “I have a… friend, in another Faction. One who should not be speaking to me at all. Especially not about things like these…” The officer’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. “They’ve confirmed the same thing. Their Precogs saw it too. All of them. Every single Long-Term Precog they have is reporting an identical end to their Threads.” The report-bearer exhaled shakily. “It… It might not just be ours and theirs, but all of them, sir. Every single Long-Term Precog in the entire galaxy…” — [Unknown Excerpt: Report Of Galaxy-Wide, Long-Term Precognition Anomalies, PFC943]
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