[08:36 PM, Algar, Trinun, Planet Tesla]

In the bustling city of Algar, Trinun, an older brunette woman is fiddling with her keys and wallet outside of an apartment complex. She opens the purse, taking out an ID card that has her face plastered on it along with some personal info, including her name, Rinea Brydon. She holds it out, pressing it against a scanner and it makes a “Beep!” noise, simultaneously a clicking noise can be heard from the door. The woman pulls onto the handle, the door opening and the woman walks inside.

Rinea glides through the building, casually making her way to her apartment like every other day getting home from work. However, this time something catches her eye. Two Royal Guard soldiers exit the hallway where her apartment is. Puzzled, she turns the corner and approaches her apartment door. She sees nothing out of the ordinary about it, brushing off the encounter and using her keys to opening the door.

Rinea takes a step inside but stops dead in her tracks. On the doormat in front of her door is a neon blue with white sparkled envelope that nestles itself into the bristled mat. Rinea furrows her brows, bending down and picking up the envelope. She walks to the kitchen counter, opening the envelope with a mail opener and takes out the document that lies inside.

“Dear Mrs. Brydon,
You have been selected to participate in a government operation. This is very broad but Chancellor Caistor and the Council will really appreciate your company in the upcoming council debate in six days. Please pack accordingly in the pamphlet attached and read it thoroughly.”

Rinea frowns at the parchment, her face gleaming confusion. She turns her head, looking out her apartment windows into the Algarian nightlife.

~

[09:01 PM, The Mothership]

An older gentleman can be seen sipping from a wine glass and staring out a window into space. Suddenly the door to the room opens, and some people dressed in dark royal cloaks enter. The older man turns, smiling at the cloaked members. “Councilman Kinera, Councilman Terrence. Is it done?”

“Yes Chancellor, the invitations have been sent.” One of the councilman says, nodding diligently.

“Good. Then our plan is officially underway. Make sure the council debate balances in our favor, gentlemen.” Chancellor Caistor says, nodding to them before whisking a hand in the air for them to leave him be. They both bow and leave the room, Caistor smirking as he finishes the rest of his wine glass.

~

[5:52 PM, Amrak City Mall, Orion, Planet Terra]

The roar of footsteps and chattering reverberates through the crowded mall - the sounds of humanity. Large banners hang overhead, alternating between a collection of advertisements for fast food and hand soap.

A young man stands in front of a tall information stand screen. “The third biggest mall on the planet, huh?” he remarks.
“That is correct. It appears that this is your first time visiting Amrak City Mall…” the machine emits a small laser that scans his face, “Matt Williams.” The robotic voice is feminine and cheerful. “Sure is. What can a guy do to kill time around here?” Matt asks.
The screen emits a holographic projection of the complex, and Matt steps to the side.
“Amrak City Mall is equipped with state of the art entertainment facilities. The virtual reality arcade, 4D cinema, dodgem cars, or perhaps you would like to relax at our pleasure centre.”
Matt raises an eyebrow at this. “Pleasure centre?”

Lem balances a mountain of clothes in his lanky arms, muttering to himself. “Hats… scarf… pants... cold weather underwear, hot weather underwear… no weather underwear. Jacket… jacket?” The geologist huffs and sets down the garments in a pile, rifling through the supply of coats and jackets. He turns a price tag over and recoils in shock, “I think I’d rather freeze.”

Clarissa steps off the escalator and heads for the exit. She doesn’t see the two teenage boys approaching at top speed on their hover blades until they come barreling past, almost knocking her over. “Hey! Watch it!” she shouts. The sliding doors open with a chime as she shuffles out, regaining her composure. “Thank you for visiting Amrak City Mall, Clarissa Thompson. Please come back soon.” The automated voice pleasantly chimes.
“Soon? I wouldn’t count on it.” She glances back at the swarming hub of activity, “Good to know someone will be waiting on me, though.” Clarissa smirks to herself as she saunters back to her temporary living quarters.

~

[07:23 AM, DeAngelo Galactical Airport, DeAngelo Republic, Vladsbin, Planet Realta]

Zaihra Valravn is escorted into a private sector of the airport. While Royal Guard members carry her luggage beside her, Zaihra looks over her parchment for the ninth time. Surely she has met with the Chancellor and the Council plenty of times with her current status, but it is unusually formal to send an envelope invitation instead of the usual hologram messages.

Zaihra thanks her tag along soldiers as they set her luggage down near one of the couches. They nod back and exit the room as two men are also escorted inside. Zaihra recognizes one of the men as David Armson, and she politely strides up to the two men.

“Doctor Armson… I'm surprised they roped you into this government operation.” Zaihra says, folding her arms and raising a brow. David chuckles, setting a bag of his down. “I don't need the sudden sass, Zaihra. Caistro finally realized my capabilities, possibly enough to override the current Head Royal Guard Medical Administration.” He says, the words glide off his tongue threateningly and finished with a hardening grin gleaming from his face.

Zaihra chuckles, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I'm sure he has but maybe in your dreams, child,” she scans over to the other man who is standing there awkwardly, “and who is this?” She questions, taking her hand off his shoulder and looking to him.

David looks over to the man, moving his hands to signal his time to talk. The man realizes, nodding and looking to Zaihra, “My name is Winston, Winston Beaverton. I-”

“And, may I ask, what makes you so special to get an invitation from Chancellor Caistor himself?” Zaihra interrupts, a stone cold expression glares at Winston. Winston fumbled for his words, “I-I am a-an expert in the nature and wildlife field. I-I can say I've been in every climate region here on Realta.” Winston spits out, smiling after finishing his statement. Zaihra nods, taking a second to collect her thoughts. “Good, I'm glad you're coming then. I could use some help looking for different flora that would help in case of an emergency.” She gives him a warm smile, which Winston smiles back to and looks down.

David frowns, “Well, shit am I going to help you with medical stuff? I am in-fucking-cluded in that right?” He questions, folding his arms.



Zaihra turns to him, “Oh, no I don't need an amateur in my way.”

~

[08:49 AM, Spaceship just outside of Planet Terra]



Staring into the void of space, Luna sighs as her headphones block out all of the noise around her. Currently, Katerina is arguing with Ophelia.
“Out of my way, wrinkles! I need to use the bathroom!” Katerina yelps.
“Oh quiet down I was literally here first!” Ophelia rolls her eyes, putting a hand to her temple and shaking her head.
“Don’t talk to me like that! Chancellor Caistro specifically invited me to-”
“Shut it, girl!” Angel says, walking up and diffusing the situation. “No one asked you to butt in shortstop!” Katerina spits.
“I don’t care if you asked me, this argument is over. Miss, you go first. Little girl you can wait your turn, we are docking soon anyways so you can use the bathroom somewhere else in the strip.” Angel booms, Ophelia thanks her with a nod and heads inside. Katerina huffs obnoxiously and goes to sit down away from everyone. Luna adjusts her headphones, sighing at Katerina passing her and she then turns back to look out the window. She sees Terra starting to get closer and closer.