Cake managed to balance himself on the spaceship as it rapidly soar through the sky of Zoda with a Tzerian spaceship shooting at them from behind.
[Are you just going to stay up there?] Percy said through the comms.
"I'm thinking-- I'm thinking okay!" He replied, looking down at the buildings from the top of the spaceship. His eyeballs dance continuously as he looked everywhere. He finally turned to look at the enemy spaceship before softly tapping on the top of the ship he was on.
"Hey, I need you to fly towards that building at the highest speed you can."
[What? Why?]
Storm 98 sighed and shook his head. "Just do it. I'll signal when you should fly over it."
[Got it] Percy clicked a button and the ship bolted towards the said building. Storm 98 could barely keep himself on the ship as it moved at a very high speed. He turned his head to see the enemy moving just as fast.
A smile crawled up his lips as he already anticipated his victory. "Now!" He yelled.
Percy quickly jerked the ship's controller to turn it up. The spaceship brushed the building before flying upwards, vertically.
But it wasn't enough to shake the enemy off, he too mimicked their move and turned his ship just the way they did. Cake Armi's smile became even wider as he watched everything play out just as he predicted.
The silver-haired man let go of Percy's ship. He turned in the air to face the Tzerian fighter spaceship and extended his hand with the watch at the ship. The watch suddenly transformed to form a gauntlet which blasted a ball of laser. The ship exploded and the wave sent the former Rain agent crashing through the window and into the building behind him.
[Nicely done,] Percy commended.
Storm 98 groaned. He got up from the ground and rushed to a nearby wall, stomping his shoulder a few times on it to fix a dislocation before drawing a deep breath.
Meanwhile, Ada and Sox chased after another of the enemy spaceship farther into the planet. It's been more than half an hour since they began the chase but can't seem to get a clean shot.
"I can't get him, he's too fast," Sox who controlled the ship's gun stated.
At first, the enemy moved in a zigzag manner but they suddenly stopped, giving Sox a chance to aim her gun perfectly. "Steady, I've got him."
Ada's eyes brushed past the rearview and she caught sight of a Tzerian warship following behind them. She quickly realized what was going on and tried to control the ship out of the line of fire but was too late as the attack caught the ship cleanly on the rear side, knocking Sox out.
The red-haired lady cussed as the ship began to fall. She took off her seatbelt and turned to Sox who sat on the chair unconscious. She groaned and clicked the ejection button which shoots them out to the sky.
Ada grabbed Sox who was still unconscious and unlocked her parachute for her before turning her attention back to the warship that now fired missiles down at the buildings. She also opened her parachute and controlled it to safety.
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(In a ship in Space)
Chántel threw a big piece of a hamburger she was holding. She sits on a chair in her ship's control room with a smile on her face as she shook her upper body to the rhythm of the music that played in the background.
Rusty stepped into the room. A frown clouded his face as he heard the blaring noise from the speaker. He moved to where she was and turned off the music. "Hey, that was my favorite part of the song," she bickered with her mouth full.
"We are in the middle of a war, you can't be listening to music."
She rotated her chair to face the grey-haired man fully. "It's just war, Rusty. How else would I get into the fight without something to keep me going?"
"By winning, you win," he replied.
The red-haired lady sighed and turned back to the screen in front of her which showed the outlay of Winter and all the damage the four Tzerian ships did to the planet.
Chántel groaned and scratched the back of her neck with a disturbed expression lingering on her face. "We are winning," she said. "But for some reason, I just feel like something is wrong."
"There's nothing wrong. This is how it's supposed to be, and with you as the commander of the Tzerians it can only get better," he stated.
The leader of the ONLINE squad drew a sharp breath and leaned her back on her chair. "I mean, I'm good and all but it just doesn't feel right. It's all too easy, something is wrong somewhere, I can feel it."
"It's not you, it's because of my brilliant expertise." The duo both turned simultaneously to see a hologram of Prince Asier. Once they were now facing him, he extended his right hand forward and slightly bowed. "You may now all acknowledge me," he added.
"Oh my god Asier, how long have you been here?" Chántel queried. She didn't notice the presence of another and thought she was alone in the room.
"Since you made that ugly movement with your head," Asier said, mimicking her move.
Chántel's face palmed. "Well, that's just embarrassing."
"Nah, it's cool to be yourself. Anyhow, how's the war going?" He questioned.
"We are currently winning." She zoomed in on the video of the war on her screen. Ships, mostly the Weir's continue to drop to the ground like flies. Most of the Zoda buildings have either been reduced to rubbles or are on fire and halfway there: 'to become rubbles too' "Our numbers completely overwhelm theirs, but I'm still worried," she revealed.
She slide the video away and another one appeared on the screen. It was a recording of the explosion Storm 01 rained on the united army force led by the Tzerian general; Venture.
"This." She zoomed in on the jump-ship Storm 01 used to fly into the midst of the united force. "Last time they used a single ship to wipe our force out, why not do the same?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and hummed while staring at the screen.
"I am sure I've seen this before, I can't remember where."
"You worry yourself Chántel, just concentrate on the matter at hand: to destroy Winter Weir, or should I say; make them a colony."
"Where's Daria?" She questioned.
"Out in the West," he said. "She had some matters she needed to take care of since she is to rule the whole planet alone."
"Alright, tell her of our progress, I'll talk to you later."
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( Department H )
Miss Havishma snapped back to reality as a soft knock pounded on her door. "Come in," she answered. The door opened and Ishary walked into the pad with Electro 28 following behind her.
Havishma shifts her eyes to look at the arctic blue-haired woman while still holding her head up with her hands.
Ishary walked up to the desk and set a see-through flat-screened tablet in front of her. "The details you asked for; regarding the battle."
Electro 28 quietly sat down on a chair in front of the desk. He glanced at Ishary before leveling his eyes on Miss Havishma. "Department H raised about fifty hundred fighter ships but it does nothing. The enemy's side possesses more warships and are filled with Galactica, we are losing ma'am," Ishary stated. "In a few hours or less, we may lose Zoda and the Underground, Department H even…"
"That will be all Ishary," Miss Havishma chipped.
The arctic blue-haired girl slightly bows before walking out of the pad.
"Even the Red squad can't counter the Tzerians." Miss Havishma questioned but it came out as more of a statement.
"You could try Project DU…"
"It's incomplete," she cut him short. "Using it to fight this war will not only destroy the enemy but us as well." She stopped for a few seconds before pinching the bridge of her nose. "I have no other choice but to turn to him."
"Are you sure about that…"
"Certain." She got up from her seat and quickly begin for the door. "Inform the agents to switch into a defensive formation. Holding down the enemy should be their top priority."
Miss Havishma entered the prison section and to the jail cell in which the dark-haired man was kept. Their eyes met and they held each other's stare for a couple of seconds before Havishma slipped her hand into her pocket and take out a keycard.
She used the key card to unlock the door before stepping into the cell room. Storm 01 who was laying on a bed sat upright as the pale-skinned woman entered.
The Chief of D.H. take out a small round ball from her oversuit pocket which turned into a floating round chair top. She sat on it and crossed her legs.
"Let me guess," the dark-haired man started. "Winter Weir is under attack and you need my help to fight off the enemy?"
"Did you also see that in one of your visions?" She probed.
Storm 01 scoffed and looked down at the cuffs binding his hands. "Who needs a vision to know what is happening out there." He stated. "The sudden lost of power… continuous sound of an explosion, the fall of Department H." He moved his eyes up at the blue-eyed woman. "Even a baby in the womb would know Winter Weir is in a dire situation."
"Well, that'll save us time then since you already know the reason I am here."
"After all you've done, you expect me to just go ahead and help you?"
Havishma shook her head no. "You're not helping me. You will be saving a planet your mother loved."
Storm 01's eyes widened in shock. "My mother? You knew my mother?" He queried. His brows sunk and his chest rise and fall sharply.
"I do," she revealed. "Your mother was a very good agent, the reason Department H is the way it is together."
The dark-haired man's jaw dropped. It was all news to him. His father never spoke about her and he doesn't even know what his mother looked like. He had searched and asked a lot of times but his father barely even showed him a photo.
"How did you know her? My mother I mean."
"Well, our first meeting was when my space car broke down and I was stuck in the middle of the road. She was an officer then and she helped me. She opened her home to me until Electro 28 picked me up," she revealed. "We chat for a couple of minutes and I didn't know when I revealed literally everything about the agency to her… she was a good talker, excellent even. You'll never get bored with her around."
"What was she like?"
Miss Havishma exhaled softly and used her thumb to caress her wrist. "The best individual I've ever known. Always in high spirit and never stop finding the good in everything," she said with a soft smile crawling up her lips. "She volunteered to become a Z-candidate. We used to test the syrup on whoever but because of her compatibility with the syrup, I found out the Z-syrup only becomes one with a possessor of the Z-cells."
"What happened to her?"
Her face fell. "Sadly, she died a few days after the consumption of the Z-syrup. It was then I realized what I should have done to get it working." Miss Havishma paused for a few seconds before speaking again. "Your mother loved Department H, she loved this planet, and gave her life for it. Don't let something your mother loved die... Set aside your hatred for me and save this planet."
"Is this true?" Storm 01 asked. "Or is it another one of your lies?"
Miss Havishma clicked her watch and an image of a young lady projected out of the watch.
Storm 01 looked at the image. The woman was light-skinned and had large brown eyes with short mellow brown hair which stopped just below her ears. "That could also just be a random picture you picked up."
"Agent, I'm earnest when it comes to things like this. I don't say things that are untrue."
The dark-haired man closed his eyes and exhaled. "Fine. But I have two things I need to be done before I'll go on with this."
"What?"
"What happened to Rowan Schlavigan? Why did you two suddenly become enemies?" He queried.
Havishma chuckled softly. "Is that important?" She asked.
"Do you want my help or not?"
The blue-eyed woman sighed and shook her head. "Remember Grace Light?"
Storm 01 nodded. "Well he revealed all about my past to her, giving her just what she needs to get me out."
"And so you killed her," Storm 01 said. "Now you want to hunt him down before he spills the information to anyone else huh?"
"What is your second request?" Miss Havishma asked, her expression turning firm.
"About that."
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