Eye inclined his hooded head, but said nothing. “Class two hellburner. Surface burst.” “Where did they get it?” “Who got it?” “Got what?” At the commotion, Eye raised one hand. The noise died down. “Please summarize from the beginning, Commodore.” “We’re not entirely certain, but it appears as though the Iredesium Red Pleasure Dome was the site of the Guild’s Five Year Conference. We usually find out several months afterward, although they try to keep it hushed. “The so-called Merhlin group had apparently threatened the Guild with virtual extinction. We don’t know what the Guild position was, but they didn’t take the threat seriously enough. Class two hell-burner went up ten minutes after the conference started, the part that everyone was required to attend. Casualties over six thousand. Probably only five hundred official Guild delegates; another two, three hundred might have been lower grade assassins….” The commodore waited for a moment, but there were no questions or interruptions.
