52nd Dimension:Kardinal's wake.

As Synthia continued walking down the street, she could have sworn she heard something.
"..." She quickly spun round, waiting to see that crazed Mobian stood there ready to kill her. She was relieved and shocked to find that there was nobody there.
"Oh?" She scratched her head, thinking about what she might have heard. Moments later, she a saw a small flame appear down one of the alleyways. The firelight only revealed two red eyes and the hand holding a lighter. That's when she knew who it was.
"What are you doing here, Brego?" She asked, crossing her arms. The two red eyes slowly looked to where Synthia was stood, a finger flipping the lid over the flame, completely blacking out the alleyway.
"You should know that's none of your business." A voice replied. Synthia heard his footsteps, until finally Brego revealed himself, hands in his pockets and glaring at her. "And you really shouldn't be out here at this time, not even with that gun." He added.

(Earth to Jandroy. Earth to Jandroy. Come in, Jandroy.)

(*Snore* I caopy...wait-wat.)
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The rocket had reached space.The fleet was only a lightyear away yet it was travelling at a very fast speed.

Synthia and Brego both looked at each other, thinking. The silence was all of the sudden disturbed once Synthia's stomach started to rumble.
"Ah--! Oh... just my stomach." She laughed.
"Hey, you wanna come over?" She asked Brego, smiling a bit. Brego thought this over... he had other things to do, but it wasn't as if they were needed to be done right now.
"Alright," He replied. "But I'm not gonna stay for too long." He explained, trying to make Synthia know that he was always busy. She nodded to him, then turned around and began walking. Brego followed, taking one last look over his shoulder at the city. He narrowed his eyes, remembering his main objective, although it wasn't the time to think about that right now. He looked back round to Synthia, looking at her LMG.
"Where did you get that gun?" He asked her, never seeing her with it before. She smiled.
"I'll explain another time." She replied back.

The sun has fallen,night started to fall really fast.
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"While the embassadors embrace the visitors with open arms and peace,tonight will be the time when new bonds are made and where beings from another planet shall forge alliances with us." The TV said,the current president announced.

The broadcast replaced all channels for all to hear and see.Some listened and observed,falling for the "peace" statement too easily.

"Normal people wanted easy lives by nature,what fool would dare go for a difficult road of pain and suffering."
The TV continued to stream.
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Lucia was readying her telescope to see the fleet herself...she would try to analyse what was the fleet's main directive.

It was only a couple of minutes until they both arrived at the house. Synthia searched her right pocket for the key, finally pulling it out and holding it out in front of her.
"Number 19... my lucky number." She chuckled, inserting the key into the keyhole. When she twisted it, a loud clunk sounded from the door. She opened it, revealing the inside of her home.
"You're door is reinforced?" Brego remarked from the sound the door made.
"Yup," Synthia nodded, walking in and taking the leather strap off holding the gun to her back before setting it on the nearby table. "It's to keep burglars out. Although I still have a crapload of other stuff to keep them away." She walked on into the living room.
"Hey, if you want a coffee, there's a coffee machine in the kitchen." She called out to Brego, who was looking around. He'd never been inside a house before, nor did he have his own. Synthia took her shoes off, jumping onto the sofa and grabbing the remote. Once she hit the "on" button, the broadcast immediately showed up. Brego overheard it, and walked in wondering what was being said.

Elisa was listening attentively to the broadcast,not really taking the bait...she would be ready to respond in case of an attack.

Although attacking an enemy you don't know would not be her style...but those symbols on the sides of the ships in the satellite scans look familiar.

Messilita was sleeping on the couch while Lucia was waiting patiently for the ships to arrive in her view.

Brego sat down next to Synthia, listening in.
"..." He growled in disgust. Synthia looked at him, confused.
"What's up?" She asked.
"I don't trust what they're doing at all..." He snarled through gritted teeth.

The fleet was a lot closer than the time it was at the asteroid belt...why was it hiding there?

The scientist who first discovered the fleet took this time to make a second scan...using high-tech equipment,something Lucia doesn't have at all.

The new,clearer scans started to kill him on the insides,not only does the pictures show what the outside of the fleet was..but the insides as well.

He quickly snatched the printed pictures and rushed towards the town hall.

At that time,he knew...what will fall upon this planet...was unthinkable at that time.

Synthia changed the channel to a drama series. She'd only watched one or two episodes of it, but she recognised the main characters.
"Oh wow - haven't seen this in a while." She said. Brego lowered his head a bit, his hair hiding his eyes, but then he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Synthia asked him.
"I'm just gonna get something to eat..." He replied, trying to keep her calm. Why she reacted like that to his action concerned him. He walked on out of the room and into the kitchen, opening one of the cupboards to see there wasn't any food. Just empty cans.
"You've sure got a nice supply of food." Brego shouted out sarcastically.

The scientist removed the thought of running there,he jacked a car and threw the driver out,taking the car and driving it violently towards the town hall...whatever it takes to bring critical information,he will take it.

Brego noticed there was a biscuit tin tucked away in the corner of the cupboard. He grabbed hold of it, taking it out and pulling the lid off to see an unopened packet of sweets inside. He shrugged, taking the packet out and placing the tin and the lid on the kitchen desk, then walked back into the living room. As he sat down next to Synthia, she noticed the packet of sweets.
"Uh... where did you get those from?" She asked.
"That biscuit tin." He replied, opening the packet with little effort.
"... It wasn't empty?" Synthia was confused at this point.
"..." Brego didn't reply. He took out a sweet and ate it. Cherry flavoured gum. He held the packet out for Synthia, keeping his eyes on the TV. She took one, taking a bite to have her taste buds massaged by the gooey substance as it melted in her mouth.
"Wow. These are nice!" She exclaimed.
"Yet you have no idea you even got them..." Brego mumbled under his breath.

"WHOOOAAA..." Lucia could not even wait to look at the telescope to see such remarkable ships...but something was wrong.

She could not see any "signs of peace" at the ship's markings and such.
"What?" She looked harder,trying to penetrate vision into the windows.

"..." She was stunned.

There was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it." Synthia grumbled, getting up and walking out. She walked up to the door and gripped the doorknob. She turned it, the door making another clonk as she did so, then pulled the door open. There was a young boy with an envelope, looking rather nervous.
"U-u-uh... y-you're not a... g-guy..." The boy stuttered. He was shaking, his hand holding out the envelope to Synthia. She looked at it, frowning. In the middle of the envelope was the words "Mr. Hallerg".
'Brego doesn't have a house...' She thought to herself. She looked at the boy.
"Um... thanks." She said, smiling. He nodded once, then turned around and trudged off in a gloomy manor. She felt sorry for him, although there wasn't anything she could really do. She closed the door, the sound of the door locking once it was fully shut, and she walked back into the living room and walking up to Brego.
"It's for you." She said, holding the envelope out in front of him. He inhaled sharply in surprise, looking at the words "Mr. Hallerg".
"... That bastard." He growled.

(You're turn,I pass..unless others want to post.)

Tony sat at his desk, listening to the broadcast as well, and spinning a set of keys around his fingers, he was waiting for the verdict, wither or not to use these keys today.

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Alex sat at the top of a building in mid construction, all the workers went home for the night anyway.
Alex's gaze was directed at the sky, watching for anything abnormal.

Brego simply ripped the end of the envelope off, taking the bit of paper out inside. He unfolded it, thinking that his sender was planning something in time with what was currently going on... he was right to think so.
"What does it say?" Synthia asked. There was a long silence.
"... Two days." Brego murmured, scrunching up the bit of paper in his hand. Synthia felt worried and confused - what was going to happen in two days?
"Um... who... sent it?" She asked, being more concerned about this person strangely knowing Brego was in her own house.
"..." He stood up, not saying a word. "I'm leaving." He snarled, turning round and walking out of the living room.
"You can't just--!" Synthia was about to try and change his mind about leaving, but it was already too late once she heard the door open and close shut. "... Leave..." She whispered. She sighed, hanging her head. Being alone at home didn't really suit her comforts.

Sola started to look up into the sky from the window of her building,the ships that were flying up there were very familiar to her.

However,she could not dig into her memory to find out why it was.

As Brego was walking down the road, he looked up to see the ships. He had never seen them before, so he wasn't going to assume anything at all yet.

On TV,the president was finally taking his leave of the scene...that was when the scientist burst through the security and shouted.

The security forces thought the thick sheets of paper that he was holding had hid a gun inside,assuming it was a terrorist attack.

Soon enough,the scientist was shot down infront of the president...only struggling to give the pictures to him.

The broadcast was on hold,resuming usual TV programmes.

Synthia had her hand up to her mouth in shock. She didn't know what to think... although she had a very cold, harsh feeling deep down that it was gonna be the end of the line for society very soon. She slowly took her hand away, putting her hand on the remote and hitting the 'off' button as the TV screen flashed before going blank. She was worried. Very worried.

Elisa too was shocked at the stream of events going on.

She was a little curious about the papers though..she was thinking about it when all of a sudden,Lucia asked her to take a look at the ships from her telescope.

"Alright." Elisa stood up and went towards the telescope,looking through it. What she saw was a big ship coming out of a gigantic hulk of metal.It seemed like it was a scanner of some kind.
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The broadcast was about to come online again,it was a live camera stream from the ambassador ship itself.
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"We bring you live in space using high-tech equipment to broadcast to all of mobius from us." A reporter inside a glass dome announced.

"What you can see here is the rocket itself to bring us from our planet to here." She pointed at the rocket drifting in space aimlessly.

"This ship was designed especially to move a team of diplomats towards the ship and try to communicate it with various ways such as radio,visual and frequencies of tones." There was a bit of chaos from behind her at the cockpit of the ship as well as the camera man.

The large ship fitted with a scanner seemed to be moving its way directly at the embassador ship slowly.

Brego watched... he could only hope that nothing bad were to happen, but he thought he was likely to be proven wrong.

The embassador ship easily dodged the large vessel...although it was a close one,the radar was chipped off can it cannot broadcast to the world.

Not knowing what happened,the ship started to move towards the larger ship,continuing its mission.

Brego watched... he wasn't sure what to think, apart from to hope that nothing bad was going to happen.