The named councilor was a little bewildered—why? If their ships were outdated, shouldn't they learn the enemy's technology? Otherwise, were they supposed to send warriors to their deaths for nothing?
His name was Charles. As a fleet commander, he had been elevated into the council by the military authorities after the Supreme Intelligence fell dormant.
In truth, the Imperial Council had previously served only one purpose: assisting the Supreme Intelligence with administration. It was only after its dormancy that the former House of Representatives Speaker, who had since been arrested, proposed reforming the council.
He had joined the council for only one reason: the House of Representatives had told him that he was responsible for the battlefield, that he understood the warfront better than anyone, and that he ought to have a say in such matters.
So he said, "Our technology lags behind the Osborn Group's. Perhaps we should restart some of the old Psychic Energy projects to determine where the gap lies..."
"Is that really so?" Speaker Vic interrupted with a sneer.
Charles was dumbfounded again. What else could it be?
Speaker Vic immediately produced a lengthy list of documents.
"As everyone knows, the Supreme Intelligence is unmatched in information encryption and transmission. We relied on its command to defeat the Skrulls—in other words, among all the technology we possess and know of, it can achieve the highest level of secrecy.
"So why did traitors emerge within the Empire? The only possible answer is that the Osborn Group possesses some unknown communications technology capable of infiltrating the Empire."
As he spoke, Speaker Vic displayed the documents before every councilor. "That's right—this Psychic Energy Technology!"
The Kree Empire had not neglected research into Psychic Energy Technology. On the contrary, they understood it well, which was why they knew just how