Somewhere in the Realm.
A man stepped in front of a door and punched a code into the security panel. The door slowly slide open and he walked in. The man held a glass of wine on his left as he moved further into the room.
The room was fairly empty. It had nothing in it but a single chair and a huge communication glass in front of the chair.
The man walked up to the chair and picked up a small remote that was set on the chair before sitting on it. He took a sip of his drink and clicked on the remote, a lady appeared in the glass in front of him also sitting on a chair.
"Hello lady Starla," the man greeted, swirling the glass in his hand. The lady on the other side of the projector leaned forward. "Hello to you friend," she replied. "I wonder what's gotten you so elated?"
The man crossed his legs and take his drink up to his nose, sniffing it softly. He raised his head and took a deep breath before looking back at the lady on the screen. The image was monochrome, and not very vivid which made it quite difficult to get any full details of the woman, only that her hair was long and she tied it back in a ponytail.
"Haven't you seen the news?" He queried.
Her brows shift closer and she arched her back into a half-moon curve. "On what?"
"My. Starla, how do you intend to take this planet if you don't watch out for opportunities about it?"
"Are you gonna tell me what is going on or you will keep running around the bush?"
The man took a sip of his drink before setting it on the armrest. "Winter Weir is under attack at the moment, this is your opportunity to fly your troops in and seize the planet. I have the high members of the STATE locked inside an energy shield in the Realm..."
"Wait," the woman chipped, cutting him short. "I can't just march my force into a planet that is already in a state of war…"
"Wh-what do you mean? The best time to invade a planet is when they are at their lowest, am I right?" The man sat up straight, his palm gripping the armrest tightly.
The woman shook her head and sighed. "You clearly know nothing about warfare." She leaned back on her chair and fold her hands.
"You promised me. I helped you get your Earthling spies into Winter Weir and you help me take control of the whole planet. You promised to eliminate the PEOPLE!" he yelled his last words.
"Indeed. And I'm grateful. Because of you, we have gathered just enough information we need, at least I hope so. But I'm afraid this is where our partnership ends," she revealed.
"What?!" The man yelled, knocking down his drink. It fall to the ground and shattered into pieces. "You're cutting me?"
"No, I'm ending our partnership. My spies will return soon, so I don't see any reason for us to keep seeing," she chuckled. "I don't mean it that way. Anyhoo, it was fruitful working with you-- I hope to cross paths with you again."
The screen darkened for a few seconds before turning back into plain glass. The man squeezes the remote in his hand. He screamed before hurling it into the communication glass device. "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"
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Miss Havishma stepped into the hangar where the flight agents prepare to mount their ships.
"Get me five fighter-ships up there…" her words trail off as she caught sight of Sox fixing her gloves with Ada standing next to her.
"Storm 03," Havishma called out while walking up to Sox. She grabbed her hand and moved a few steps away from Ada. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting ready to fight," Sox replied.
No, Sox, I won't let you go out there…"
"Come on Havishma," Sox chipped. "You can't keep tying me down here. Let me join the others and fight."
Miss Havishma narrowed her eyes. She looked at the dark-haired girl with a worried expression lingering all over her face. "What if…"
"No what if," she stopped. "If I don't make it back alive, at least you can say you let your daughter have something she wanted before death."
Havishma went quiet, pairing into the pale-skinned girl's blue eyes. She smiled softly and used her hand to cup Sox's face. "Why won't you call me mom?"
"Don't be silly," Sox hissed. "I haven't forgiven you enough to call you that. Maybe some other time, hmm."
Miss Havishma's smile became even wider. "Well, I'm looking forward to that day."
Sox nodded and made her way back to where she was standing. "What a moment," Ada mumbled out loud.
"What?"
"Nah, I'm just thinking out loud. It happens to me whenever I'm about to embark on a big fight," Ada replied.
Sox nodded. "Wish Rory was here, she would have been a better copilot."
Ada turned to look at the blue-eyed girl with her brows slightly kissing each other. "Are you implying something? I could fly solo if you are."
"Not really no, I was just looking for a way to bring up the talk on Rory," she revealed. "I mean, what really happened that she got suddenly locked up, Erins especially."
Ada's glare sharpened before softening and cloaked with a small smile. "I'm just as lost as you are. But since we are on the topic of the mysterious topics, care to tell me what relationship you share with our Miss Havishma? She seems to warm up to you."
"I--" she stopped, letting her words trail off as she contemplate her options. The red-haired woman's brows twitch. She noticed the look on her partner's face and nodded.
"Let's get our ship up there and teach those bastards why it's a bad idea to mess with a Weir," she said, trying to jump past the topic.
"Hmm. Yes," Sox replied.
The duo stepped into the two-pilot fighter spaceship along with the other agents. After going through a few other procedures, their ship took flight into the air.
[On your left flight-05, over] a familiar voice came in through Ada's communication device. She turned to her side to see Storm 98, Cake Armi piloting his spaceship alone.
The silver-haired man opened his helmet and shoots her a side smile. [I'm not being paid enough to risk my life like this]
[You do know this is a public speaker, right?] Ada queried
Cake shook his head and hissed. [I do. And I hope Miss Havishma hears my words…] A rapid-fire hits the side of the agent's spaceship, causing Storm 98 to fly his ship downwards, going out of Ada's range but not the enemy's shots.
He looked through the rearview to see the enemy's fighter ship tailing behind him. The spaceship was fast and no matter how hard he tried, the silver-haired man couldn't shake him off. He continued to fly forward while the enemy shot at him from behind.
The Department H's 98th Storm agent tried to maneuver his way to get the Tzerian pilot in front of him but only end up in the same position they started.
"Shit!" Cake cussed as the condition of his spaceship continued to drop significantly. His eyes moved rapidly as he tapped multiple buttons on the ship. [This is flight-01, I'm running low on juice, over] he said into the communication device but there was no reply from the other side. "Shit!" He cussed again.
The agent reluctantly clicked an ejection button on his ship which shoots him out of said ship. He tried to lose his parachute but it doesn't respond. "Fuck!" The agent tried to open his parachute again but nothing happened. "What a way to go…" Before he could complete his sentence, he landed with a heavy thud on a spaceship.
Cake looked down to see himself on a spaceship. He quickly held on to the ship before he looked through the hatch to see Percy. [Don't just sit there, do something with this second chance of life you've just got] Percy said through their comms. [You know I can't open the hatch due to air current so you'll have to make do yourself somehow.]
"Shit." He looked back to see the enemy spaceship approaching.
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