Rohan walked into the spaceship where he had told Chántel to take Jesselyn to. Immediately he stepped into the ship, the Tzerian appeared with a gun in her hand, aiming it at him.
"Whoa, relax, it's me."
"Sorry," she kept the gun away. "Had a few bumps with some scavengers, so I thought you were one of them."
"What happened to you?" She gestured at the tears and holes in his clothes.
The dark-haired man blinked before walking past her. "What do you think happened?" He hissed. "That Sapphire girl made contact with Havishma and she sent her lackeys after me."
He ripped up his shirt and tossed it on the ground, leaving his bare chest. The blue-eyed man walked to a box that was attached to the wall. He opened it up and took out a round device. He then veered around to face the Tzerian. "How is she?"
Chántel looked from his chest to his face before answering. "Well, her breathing has become slow and she barely keeps her eyes open."
The former Storm 01 placed the device on his chest and a White trooper's space suit engulfed his body. He looked down at his body and sighed before picking up a gun and a chip from the box. He placed the chip on his wrist and it turned into a watch on contact.
"Do you want to see her?"
Rohan said nothing for a short moment and when he replied, his voice came out with a slight crack. "N-no."
"You should consider taking her to see a doctor or someone who could help her condition, it doesn't look like she has much time."
"I wish I could, but what she's going through can't be fixed, only…" he paused and looked up at Chántel. "A Z-syrup specialist might be able to."
"What? What is your plan now?"
Before he could reply, their conversation was interrupted by a small knock on the ship's door.
"Scavengers?" Chántel muttered.
"It's me, Steve. Rohan open the door."
The said name furrowed. He ordered the Tzerian back into the room Jesselyn was in with a hand sign.
"Steve?"
"I'm alone, there's no one else with me, I promise."
He didn't make a move at first but subsequently proceeded to open the ship's door to see his old partner, Steve, staring back at him.
"You look all grown up," Steve said while walking into the ship.
"What are you doing here, on Winter Weir?"
Steve smiled as he strolled around the ship. "I got called back… Havishma had new orders for me."
"To capture me?"
He put his hands up. "Not initially, but she did send me here for that," he stated. "In case you're wondering how I found you, I followed you after your scene with Electro 28, my squad and I got attacked by Scarvs… traded my vehicle and weapons for my life."
"I see."
"What is happening Rohan? I thought you would have settled things out with Miss Havishma but it all worsened."
"I don't have time for this, Steve, we'll talk once I get back."
Steve walked to the former Storm 01's front. "What happened?"
"I told you, I don't have time to talk, which side are you on?"
The captain of the new squad sucked his teeth and inched backward. "I don't know… I want things to get back to normal."
He turned to the dark-haired man. "I just want to have a nicely baked Spacebread for lunch with my friends again?"
Rohan scoffed. "Many of your friends wouldn't make it when the time comes."
"At least the group still lives." Steve smiled and tapped the wall while walking out of the ship.
The dark haired man narrowed his eyes at Captain Ringworm. "So you are just going to return to Miss Havishma?"
"I mean yeah… I couldn't complete the mission," he smiled. "Let's meet when all this is over."
Immediately Rohan was sure Captain Ringworm was retreating, he tapped a button on his suit and a mask covered his face.
Chántel walked out of the room to notice him loading up a gun which he glued to his thigh.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm going to the past, I want to end this paradox of madness."
"What?" She furrowed. "What are you saying?"
The dark-haired man took a tablet and walked towards the door. "Immediately I'm gone, leave the ship and take Jesselyn somewhere safe, I'll find you."
"What are you talking about? What past?"
"Where it all started." He opened the door and stepped out of the ship, walking a few meters away before stopping to type into the tablet he was holding. "I am fine, just do as I said."
He looked down at the tablet he was holding and sighed. "Hope this works." Just as he finished, the tablet he was holding exploded, causing the Tzerian to gasp and cover her mouth. But as the smoke cleared, there was no sign of the dark-haired man.
"What just happened."
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The Prime Hall.
"After a shedload of investigation, we, the People, sentence Agent Storm 01 to death by electrocution as written in the 1000 law of order, for the murder of the late Prime and Chief Bury. May the one above all, have mercy on your soul."
The court was observed by a lot of people. By those inside the hall, and those watching the live broadcast at their respective houses.
A group of armed Red agents grabbed him and pulled him out of the meeting hall to lead him to the execution room. Around his hand was a handcuff designed specifically for him.
"Miss Havishma," Galliard started. "What are your plans? Winter Weir's greatest soldier has just been sentenced to death, how do you plan to protect this planet now?"
"Do not worry, Department H has been busy devising numerous ways to protect this planet."
Galliard nodded understandably. "Well I hope it is done before any other planet instigate an attack on us," he said.
"Now, moving on to the final issue at hand." The host of the Prime meeting pointed at the empty Prime seat. "We need someone to fill up that seat." He went quiet and conversed with the other People quietly before turning back.
"Miss Havishma, do you have any recommendations on who you think is fit to be the next Prime?"
The pale-skinned woman nodded. "I do." She raised her hand and pointed at an individual sitting amongst the crowd.
Galliard and everyone else followed her hand to where she was pointing. "Scarlett Starr?"
Scarlett was just as confused as everyone else in the room. The dark-haired woman noticed this and sighed. "While I left for Earth, I put an agency as big as Department H in her hands and I admit she did an excellent job in keeping it safe."
"So you want to give her the entire planet to govern?" A member of the people questioned. "Have you forgotten how her father almost ruined this planet?"
"It is far more difficult being the Chief of Department H than being the Prime, don't you agree? Plus, she is not her father."
"Well, I recommend Madeline Gurley," a member of the People said. "For many years she has unfailingly kept the agency she leads in check, without infiltration of spies, that is a person I want to see sitting there."
"Are you all dumb? It is obviously Miss Havishma who should be the next Prime! Can't you all reason? She has saved this planet and proved she is a leader many times."
The pale-skinned woman leaned back on her chair as the People continued to throw their words at each other, arguing endlessly. A smile almost slipped off her lips as she watched it happen.
The argument went on for a couple of minutes until Galliard called it out. "Instead of this never-ending argument, why don't we have an official People's meeting to decide who the next Prime will be? The candidates are Scarlett Starr, Madeline Gurley, and Miss Havishma, we shall decide on who should be the next Prime of Winter Weir."
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"Havishma." A voice called out as she made her way to her space car. She stopped and veered around to see Madeline making her way to her.
"Brilliant strategy you pulled back there?"
"Pardon?"
"The Prime meeting, you had every single moment played out the way you wanted it to, especially putting out the idea that you are not interested in becoming the Prime."
Miss Havishma tucked a stray hair. "I actually am not interested in becoming the Prime," she said. "I don't need to be the Prime to make things happen."
"You are getting your hands too dirty Havishma, don't you think?"
She scoffed. "We all had to get our hands dirty to get to where we are, Gurley. Makes me wonder how dirty those hands are… you better wash them before I come to clean." She added before walking.
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