(A few weeks pass, shy into August. [b]Crisha[/b] wakes up in her minimalist bedroom, where everything appears to be hazy. To her right lies [b]Kuroda[/b], who appears to have woken up some time before, staring at her. [b]Crisha[/b]'s face gets a little flushed as her vision turns fuzzy.) [b]Kuroda:[/b] *lowly* Soulbond. You were slumped. Guess that's what classified operations do to you. Lucky to even be able to get any sleep. [b]Crisha:[/b] *faint chuckle* [b]Kuroda[/b]aaaa *faint gasp*...yeaahh....same as hunting down enemies past Scale-6. [b]Kuroda:[/b] We managed to subjugate a prominent Saitorealm member; we got him to talk about why...they want that lost city. Something about a...new world, a new society, under Saitorealm control, and that includes the other 7 mainlands, under Saitonia's rule. [b]Crisha:[/b] *mumbles* Woooooww... *monotonous due to fatigue* Saitorealm also attempt to utilize that bioweapon down in the Umbral Void, from the intelligence we gathered. Heeyyyy...nothing too classified. These are indeed domestic, foreign, hell, even universal enemies. We'll see the Saitorealm's collapse. *clutches [b]Kuroda[/b]'s hand affectionately* [b]Kuroda:[/b] Send them back to their time. Actually, no. Ensure that they won't be able to in the first place. ________________ *[b]Crisha[/b]'s vision cuts to black. She opens her eyes, revealing that she was dreaming this entire time, appearing to have dozed off in the operation room, with [b]Arko[/b] and [b]Segoma[/b] looking up at the large screen, displaying a high-quality image of [b]Taphitra[/b] in the streets, surrounded by civilians.* [b]Segoma:[/b] *to [b]Crisha[/b]* Slumbering again, I see. [b]Arko:[/b] How's the Director gonna react to this? [b]Crisha:[/b] *to herself, hand on her head* Damn. It was getting good, too. _____________ [b][u]Cliche--blam!- opening theme plays*[/u][/b] ____________ [b]Segoma:[/b] I heard a slight: [i]"[b]Kuroda[/b]aaaa"[/i] while you were absolutely out. That's the guy from the noblemen hunters, right? [b]Crisha:[/b] *bit embarrassed* Stooopp.... Yeah. [b]Segoma:[/b] *restrained laugh* [b]Arko:[/b] We can talk love interests later. The Director wanted us on this mysterious woman who was supposedly spying on us. [b]Crisha:[/b] Oh, yeah. She doesn't really stand out fashion-wise. I assure you she has malicious intent with us. We gotta dig really deep on her motives cause something traumatic MUST have happened to her that involves us. [b]Arko:[/b] I'm leaning on your conclusion, Crish. Does she think she can enact some kind of revenge scheme alone? Director mentioned seeing a PC member, too, so if we connect the dots, this woman definitely has some kind of ties with them. Seems way too plausible to be a coincidence. [b]Segoma:[/b] A national threat we could be laying eyes on. Notify [b]Liomage[/b] and he'll send every single organization on her; the S.S., S.T.A.S (Strategic Tactical Assault Squadron), Citadel of Noblemen Hunters, even some community-based organizations can have their piece. ______________ (A small, outdoor community center in east [b]Dyphinix[/b], where random Purple Cloaks members are holding a fair for the support of themselves as an organization, the Saitorealm, and practically anyone affiliated with the [b]Galacist[/b] governmental faction. A good 40-60 supporters crowd the area.) *As [b]Gridaiko[/b] and his gang casually walk through while carrying briefcases of [b]zepiks[/b], a woman, while not a PC member, is an advocate for them. She calls out to the 4.* [b]P.C. Advocate:[/b] Heyy, you 4, would you like to make a donation to support the Purple Cloaks, the Saitorealm, or even the newly S.A.L.A.O.T. campaign? *The 4 carefully approach the table, indecisive on how to assess her request.* [b]Astonelos:[/b] Ay, Grid. *whispers to him* We gotta give some of these [b]zepiks[/b] away to cover our tracks. [b]Gridaiko:[/b] *nods to Asto, then replies to the advocate* It feels a little pompous of us to be walking around with these [b]zepiks[/b] and not giving some for a good cause. *hands a briefcase to the advocate* Use it for whatever; your little bases we see, strengthen alliances, doesn't matter. Cause this ruler sis.... [b]P.C. Advocate:[/b] Cool, much obliged. Out of curiosity, where did you get this amount from? *[b]Turzo[/b] freezes up at her question, attempting to not draw any suspicion of the [b]zepiks[/b]' origins, turning to [b]Gridaiko[/b] for reassurance.* [b]Gridaiko:[/b] Freelance technology development and high-stakes bounty hunting. [b]Itarez:[/b] Mhm. We're heavily devoted to our jobs. [b]P.C. Advocate:[/b] That is amazing. I could assume hunting with the weapons on you all. We'll put these [b]zepiks[/b] to exceptional use. _____________ (Minutes later, at the group mansion, with the twins, [b]annihilator[/b] twins, Cat, Kav, Van, Kyo, Alexa, and [b]Kaburo[/b], all looking at a Channel Lyon 76 live broadcast of the outskirts coliseum, with Roman addressing a crowd of [b]Vaisallian[/b] citizens, who traveled overseas to support their Gladiatorial King, though it's guaranteed a large percentage of them didn't want to step foot on [b]Saitranovia[/b]. Some VCO fighters are there as well, and even a [b]Vaisallian[/b] news station.) [b]Roman:[/b] *from the TV, in Greek* (Now, my loyalists and I were attacked by some freelance hunters led by this guy called "[b]Severaes[/b]".) *crowd boos* (We did fight them off, and then some android interferes. I am honored to be such a target because [b]Liomage[/b]....*in English* Send whoever you want, from hunters to androids, even your military, cause once we gather what valuables we can from this pathetic mainland, you will be next, if this Saitonia from the future supposedly, doesn't get you first. He won't. [b]Vandren:[/b] Wow. He talks a lot of sh[b]i[/b]t for a dude in nuke range. I know our military got loads of them, capable of destroying planets. [b]Alexa:[/b] *blurts out* PLANETS?! [b]Vandren:[/b] Not this one, though. We have the resiliency of about several multiverses. [b]Alexa:[/b] That makes me feel a little better, I guess. How does radiation work on [b]Terranoviatia[/b]? [b]Kyokia:[/b] Much more fatal. You have gamma rays, right? We have sigma rays. The slightest exposure to an earthling can cause internal decay within several minutes. For higher scales, it's within months to years. Hell, some are able to adapt to it and even use it as an ability. [b]Kavita:[/b] And some have- *raspy exhale* healing abilities to combat it. Lexi, once you leave here for a while or permanently, we have to sort some kind of *raspy breather* power for you. A special little gift from the native inhabitants of [b]Terranoviatia[/b]. [b]Alexa:[/b] Dunno, don't y'all have enough firepower to drive this Roman and his Spartan squad off the "mainland"? Seems like you're overthinking the severity of this guy as a worldly threat. [b]Kaburo:[/b] Makes technical sense, but in case you're unaware, Alexa, we just returned from the Infernal, which is an event native to this planet where it's put in a war-stricken state as a blood-red sky looms over, as some mainlands will be more affected than others. That kind of attack on Roman will start another chaotic war. And not to mention, but we had a war with [b]Vaisallon[/b] Regions a few years back. *Sai glares at the TV in silence, anger boiling in him from the sight of Roman. Cat looks over at him.* [b]Cathera:[/b] Sai, you all right? [b]Saitonia:[/b] Yeah. *sighs* Someone really needs to shut him up. *getting up from the couch* I'll see in person what strings are being pulled. [b]Ainotias:[/b] Brother, let us come. Don't engage in anything hectic now. *Sai exits the mansion.* ________________ (Minutes later [b]Ruvasana[/b] Cafe, the same one Kyo is employed at, though not on shift. Inside is a fairly decent amount of people, a little more than average. At the windows, however, is the hunter with the black hair and icy blue eyes, whom his name is revealed to be [b]Halcius Takyono[/b]. He looks up at the TV, displaying the broadcast of Roman's announcement.) [b]Halcius:[/b] *lowly, to himself* Not surprising he's enacting getting back at us. Arrogant, brash fool of a king can't focus on enemies within his mainland. Perhaps we are their sworn enemies. *sighs* Why would you bomb one of their military bases and ditch our throne, [b]Rorinos[/b]? ____________ (An hour later, the broadcast has concluded. Multiple [b]Vaisallian[/b] planes have landed to take its native citizens back home, while VCO fighters who attended board a VCO aircraft, and its news station depart by helicopter. Sai watches from a mile away, standing on a cliff as he waits impatiently for the droves of aircraft to be as far away enough. He then leaps up and glides towards the coliseum.) (In the coliseum:) [b]Roman:[/b] *to his loyalists* That was a speech of utmost importance; I can feel an eminent war upon us. [b]Atomidio:[/b] And we will win this time. [b]Enierion:[/b] *nervous expression* Ehhhh, too much of risk. I mean, haven't our people suffered enough at the hands of [b]Saitranovia[/b]? [b]Roman:[/b] [b]Enierion[/b], would you die for the benefits of a prospering future for [b]Vaisallon[/b]? [b]Enierion:[/b] Yeah, but- [b]Aeriyos:[/b] Yeah, but my [b]a[/b]ss! *gripping the back of [b]Enierion[/b]'s neck* [b]Enierion:[/b] *pushing Aeri away* I get it. I wasn't around when the previous war between [b]Vaisallon[/b] and [b]Saitranovia[/b] happened, so some things I'm a little uneducated on. *summoning an ATD* How about I spy more on this Saitorealm? [b]Idonios:[/b] Yeah. Your turn on crucial tasks anyway. *A voice calls: "[i]Roman[/i]!", causing him and his loyalists to turn around, revealing Sai sitting on his makeshift throne.* [b]Roman:[/b] You again. Present you, or future? [b]Saitonia:[/b] Present me in all glory. [b][i]*Continuing Below*[/i][/b]