November 15th

"Perfect." Goose mumbles to himself. 

Goose reaches the end of the cooridor and enters the door at the end of it.

Head Scientist Gushovick is creating a robot with a massive laser as it's face.

Gushovick looks at Goose as he enters the room. He stops what he's doing and fully turns to Goose.

"I knew you were coming when I heard the call from The Alpha Fleet... About a few seconds ago." He says.

Goose flies up onto the table. "As all my predecessors before me have, the first 3 moves have been dealt, and now a consult is needed. I want to know who you are."

"Oh, oh I see. Your documents burnt along with your predecessors when we destroyed it."

"You burnt your own documents as well. Norman doesn't know does he?"

Gushovick stares at Goose with his piercing red eyes. One of his metal arms reaches from his spine and grabs Goose by the neck.

"And how would you know?" He says.

Choking, Goose lets out a simple phrase. "He's not all he seems."

Gushovuck drops Goose. "So this is what you came to tell me. He's still out there. He's... My buddy--My pal, he- he..."

Goose thinks to himself: "Not perfect execution, but the same product, this should distract him long enough from being a major part of the incoming invasion"

Gushovick picks up Goose again. "Where is he." he asks.

Goose ponders what lies he could tell, what stories he could weave, or he could tell the truth.

Ultimately, what Goose chooses is possibly the biggest lie he could tell.

"Galaxy GN-Z11, The Gorkunovan Civilization, 14 billion lightyears away."