Boss looked out over the crowd from the second story balcony. He and his three followers had riled up the ATA for a demonstration. Just a harmless demonstration, the boss thought, where the worst is a nasty comment on a sign. It had taken nearly a month to organize the demonstration. He had wanted the zealots to begin the demonstration with rude comments about how bad the telblecs were, so that any lunimorf who didn’t like telblecs would join the crowd to listen.
“The telblecs stole our land from our ancestors,” one announcer was saying to the crowd, “and forced them away from the planet! That’s why we have to live on the moon. Because the telblecs stole our land!” A loud cry of agreement rose up from the crowd. Boss thought that the zealots were doing a pretty good job of ruffling the lunimorves feathers towards the telblecs.
Feathers, the boss thought, sighing. He knew that Prince Orion had gone through some wild transformation and now had wings. Supposedly, Prince Orion was now stronger than he ever was before. And with Prince Joshua teaching him fysimae, Prince Orion was sure to be more of a challenge than Boss had thought at first. Prince Joshua should still be enough of a pushover to not have to worry about. Boss needed more people, but he also needed to keep an eye on Prince Orion at all times. He’d have to trust his followers to keep the zealots rallied, and the zealots to keep everyone else on the edge. He had more important things to do than watch the demonstration. After one last glance over the crowd, Boss left to prepare his journey back to Olhoe.