Ges
“Welcome back to Ges, Admiral Zuro,” chirruped a young Fallen orderly. “Regrettably, the Council cannot see you for the next few days to discuss your stance on the occupation of Sneed. However, you have access to all the entertainment facilities in the capital free of charge, and we have also provided you with a city-top house for the duration of your stay. We have also allocated to you a small survey craft so that you can travel around the system at your leisure should you so wish. The Council hopes that this makes up for their temporary absence.” Zuro thanked the orderly with a quick click of his antennae. The orderly added “You can find the map to your house and your shuttle on your info-watch” and promptly leaped off into the distance. Zuro looked out and surveyed the Geskani capital, Fezri. It was an uneven, jagged city, perfect for the Geskani to move through. There were no paths, instead the Geskani just made their way over the buildings, their speed, agility and ability to jump great distances and continue allowing them to do this. The city spread for as far as he could see, though in the distance Zuro could see the Industrial sectors, their fires belching out pollution in order to keep producing. The same pollution they produced hung over the city, causing it to be perpetually dark. There were many tunnels leading through clusters of buildings, in which there were mainly small shops, black market areas and narcotics dealers. Vehicles flew around the tops of the city, some occasionally coming low and landing on an unimportant building. The larger, Singularity buildings were surrounded by a number of gunships, some of these occasionally moving off into the city to ‘keep the peace’. Though it was illegal to talk about it, below the city was a series of tunnels in which the ground-based vehicles of old once travelled. They were abandoned as technology improved, and when the singularity took power, some cunning Geskani managed to destroy all maps of the tunnels, meaning there were small pockets of resistance surviving down there. Though Zuro had never wanted to before, he now realised that he would have to go down there soon. His time on Sneed had allowed the bacteria that broke down the drug that had been controlling him to set itself up in his blood-processing organ. He had a group of scientists on Sneed who were loyal to him research it. For now, though, he had to act as if nothing was wrong. As if the Singularity still controlled him. As if the wars that he had been forced into were just ones.
A large, sleek vehicle pulled up to the platform of the spaceport he had been surveying the city from. The side-door opened, and Zuro’s old colleague, Captain Vuru, was sitting inside it, motioning for him to come in. Zuro, trusting of the Geskani he had served alongside with in a number of battles, entered, and reclined on a seat.
Vuru looked at him, antennae low. “You seem... different, somehow. I know its normal, you’ve been occupying an alien planet that we barely understand, but there’s something else.”
“Greetings to you also, friend” said Zuro, not appreciating being scrutinised by his old friend in the first few moments of the end of their year long separation. Vuru ignored this, and raised a light to his eyes. He brought it close, and Zuro’s eyes shined a bright green. Vuru’s antennae perked up. Zuro had never seen him this excited.
“You’re free of the effects of the Juribi drug! But how? I thought only regulation blood was sent to the occupying forces on Sneed!” Vuru was astounded.
“There’s a microbe on that planet, it breaks it down and is otherwise harmless. I managed to hide its existence from pro-Singularity authorities. The Army is completely free of the drug, though most of the personnel manning the Fleets are still controlled by the Singularity. I’ve been in contact with the leaders of the ground forces. They are publically loyal, but they are ready to resist.”
“What? Thank Ges for the Sneedkani. Speaking of the Sneedkani, there are a few aliens that you have to meet soon.”
“That can wait. How did you break free of the drug?” Zuro was suspicious.
“Again, because of the Sneedkani. They are very... resourceful. I had been working closely with a few of them that we had taken back to Ges in order to see if they could be integrated into our administrational workforce when I mentioned to one in passing that I wanted to try Bilexo blood before I died. It said that if I provided it with more freedoms, it could try and procure some for me. I managed to get it a well off position in the management of the economy, and the enterprising little fiend somehow, using its contacts, passed onto me huge amounts of the stuff.”
“But that’s a narcotic! It’s illegal!”
“Which is exactly why I’m free of the drug. It isn’t monitored, so there is never a stage where the drug is added to it” explained Vuru calmly. Zuro loosened his body to show his acceptance of the story. It did make sense.
“Anyhow, Zuro, friend, myself and some likeminded individuals have been planning the downfall of the Singularity. Do you wish to join us?” Vuru was tense. He realised all he had revealed could get him killed for disloyalty.
“I’m in. Also,” Zuro said, his antennae rattling happily, “I may have something with me that could cause this revolution to be successful planetwide.”
“What do you have?” Vuru was curious.
“When I realised how useful the microbe was, I had some taken with me. Enough to, with time, destroy all traces of the drug in every Geskani on the planet.”
Vuru’s antennae didn’t stop rattling for some time.
And I like the Snud picture, I had imagined them being more squashed vertically. 
