The Star Fleet

Rohan pulled back to create some distance between them while taking in his opponent's appearance. The man was the same height as he was.

He wore golden body armor and a helmet that had a medieval-age design to it. Just at first glance, Rohan could tell it was a creation of Winter Weir, his home planet. The man also had a two-sided sword glued to his back and a long sword connected to his belt.

"Who… no, you are here on Miss Havishma's command, am I right?" He asked.

The man raised his hand and reached for the two-sided sword behind his back and made his battle stance without sparing Rohan a word.

"Not the talking type I see." The dark-haired man clenched his fist and also made his stance.

The man tightened the grip on his weapon and bolted forward. As he charged towards the wanted agent, the ground which he ran on burst, making rubbles fly up.

The blue-eyed man blocked the attack but the force behind said attack threw him back some distance.

He immediately regained his balance and charged forward. The man was just as fast as him and they continued with each defending the other attack.

Rohan engulfed his hand with his electricity before striking the masked man back with a punch.

The man crashed to the ground but quickly picked himself back up. He glared at the dark-haired man before returning the two-sided sword. He then moved his hand and pulled out the sword in his belt. He shifts the sword from his left hand to his right before spinning it around.

The moment he stopped spinning the sword, he was behind the dark-haired man. He raised his hand to strike him down but Rohan quickly ducked. He skillfully spun to now face his opponent before placing his palm on his chest.

A bolt of electricity burst out of Rohan's fingertips and sent the man flying back, a few distances away. While in the air, the man swung his sword at the dark-haired man, it elongated into fragments as it moved closer to Rohan who caught the sword midair.

Suddenly, a gust of fire burst out from the man's hand and flowed onto the sword, through the many fragments and up to the dark-haired man's hand, causing him to let go of it.

"What the hell?" The former Department H agent's eyes widened in shock. He thought he was mistaken and he imagined seeing the flames coming out from the man's hand but his doubt was cleared as the man's free hand got covered in flames too.

"Who are you?"

The man attempted to charge forward but a red glowing light appeared on the ground in front of him. Before he could process anything, it exploded and sent him crashing into the warehouse-like building behind.

A spaceship landed in front of the blue-eyed man. The door opened and Luna peeked her head out with a smile on her lips. "Don't just stand there, get in and thank your saviors while we get out of here."

Rohan scoffed before stepping onto the ship. The masked man quickly picked himself up and aimed a gun at the ship, he pulled the trigger and it shot out a chip that hugged onto the spaceship.

He slipped the gun behind his back and began walking in the direction the ship went.

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Department H.

A travel spaceship slowly ported into the hanger of Department H. The door slid open and an orange hockey-haired man calmly stepped out of the ship.

He fixed the collar of the unique uniform he had on before slipping his hands into his pocket while leveling a smile on his lips. "Oh, sweet home." He inhaled deeply. "How long has it been since I breathed in the air of Winter Weir?"

The orange-haired man opened his shut eyes and looked around, scanning his surroundings. A frown dawned all over his face as he realized no one was paying him any attention. "What is happening? Why is no one paying me any attention."

He turned to see even the people he flew with had gone their separate ways. The orange-haired man shook his head and sighed. "No matter, I'm guessing things are this way because of the incident on Moonfour years ago." He pinched his jaw and hummed.

"But it's been years already, everything should have been resolved… haaah, I'm sure so much has happened, how I can't wait to ask them all about it."

His smile returned as he took his step out of the hanger and into the hallway of the Department H spaceship. The orange-haired man didn't stop until he was in front of the Storm Trooper's section.

He placed his right hand on a security panel and waited patiently for the response.

[Access granted. Welcome, commander Ringworm of the Moonfour Star fleet.]

He smiled. "Yeah, I am commander now, I can't wait to rub it all on their faces." The door slid open and the orange-haired man entered.

Commander Ringworm froze in his tracks as he took in his surroundings, his face turned into the look he had when he stepped foot on the ship. "Where the hell is everyone?"

The purple-haired man, Erins Tothe was the only agent in the section. He stood up from his seat and walked over to the orange-haired man. "Commander Ringworm, what are you doing here?"

"Erins," he paused. "First answer me, where is everyone?"

Erins closed his eyes and sighed. "You have no idea what happened, do you?"

"What am I missing?"

"A lot... Has happened since you were last here, Commander."

"Narrate, tell me everything that happened."

Erins opened his mouth to speak but stopped for a second to collect himself. He inhaled and exhaled before speaking again. "Don't you think you should prepare for your meeting with Lady Scarlett and the Prime meeting that'll be in a few hours? Miss Havishma asked me to help…"

"Those can wait, I want to hear all that I missed."

They took a few minutes with Erins narrating all that had happened to the orange-haired man.

The commander leaned back on his chair and shut his eyes. "I see," he paused. "So things only got worse since then."

"I'm never gonna forgive myself for what I did, and I don't expect you or anyone to forgive me."

The orange-haired man got up from his seat and started toward the door. "What's done is done, we have the Prime meeting to attend."

He reached his hand for the door but stopped as Erins spoke. "You… you still want to serve Miss Havishma after hearing all this?"

"… I serve this planet, not Miss Havishma," he added before making his way out of the Storm section.

The orange-haired man exhaled deeply before proceeding forward. With some help from the agents around, he found his way to where the acting Chief of Department H was. "Excuse me."

The sky blue-haired woman raised her head to look at the door as it slid open. She followed him with her eyes until he sat on an empty seat in front of her.

"Err… how may I help you?"

He leaned back on the chair and smiled. "Hello to you too. I'm Commander Steve Ringworm of the Star fleet, sent here on the request of Miss Havishma."

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