Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

As the pods piloted through the dark space towards the programmed coordinates of the Martian home base of Black Light, the diplomatic Martian homeship, Captain Tadashi's and Celeste's radios were loud with their general's voice. What in the stars went on there!? What were you thinking? Not only have we lost more than half of our team, the plan was not properly executed! Where are the prisoners for questioning? Agent Creptian, you were the first to ask of taking in the suspect. I don't see one! Celeste knew better than to reply, as it would only make things worse. You are both now invited to the hearing that is to be held in you honor. It was clearly obvious this honor was a sarcastic one and if they didn't show it would be a clear sign of disrespect among the Martians to the rest of the Solar System. Upon your arrival, I expect your best dress and immediate attendance to the hearing. The general said no more, he just simply cut off the radio signal and left them in silence. Captain Tadashi looked to Celeste and shrugged. I guess sometimes we have to be the bad guy for the diplomats. Her lips pursed as she heard his words, but she was also upset with herself, not collecting the Terran as she was told. By the time they reached the docking bay of the Martian diplomatic ship, Celeste had beaten herself up enough, replaying the long segment of time in her head multiple times. Tadashi had not offered much solace either, seemingly stuck in his own battle. Once docked and disembarked from the escape pod, Agent Creptian left to her quarters to change from her armored suit. As the door slid to reveal her small living area, Celeste slid through and locked the door behind her. With a heavy exhale she disrobed the sections of maroon and black armor, a bit angrily. Slinking out of it, she then moved to the shower for a quick clean before the hearing. Closing her eyes to rinse her hair, the man was suddenly there, making the gun motion at her chest. Suddenly, her eyes popped open and she was back in the shower, warm water running down her body. Unintentionally, her finger moved to the sealed cut on her shoulder and then she was angry again. Slamming the water faucet closed, she toweled off and looked in the mirror. You are better than what you did today, that was pathetic, she told herself angrily, looking in her own plain blue Martian eyes. A Terran? You couldn't take a Terran down? she questioned to herself as she moved to clothe her body. Still fuming, she pulled the military dress for Black Light. It was an attempt to appear new-age and strong against all. The hard carbonite suit shrugged on smoothly. It too was black, but it had sharp lines of red cut into the curves of the suit, completely long sleeve and long pants, through it was a single piece. Each suit was individually made for those of Black Light. Celeste had not been the first woman of Black Light, but now she was currently the only. The only in a long time. Her uniform held snugly to her body and played suitably enough with her curves. In her opinion, she looked like the original term of a Martian, but the suit was a proud part of their history so she was to wear it proudly as well. With her radio placed over the back of her ear, she exited the room and wandered to the great hall where the hearing was to be held, as almost every one and their mother had been sanctioned to attend. She caught her captain and the four pilots entering the doorway just as she walked up. The older pilot, Renric, offered her a small smile of consolation. He was her original mentor, and was like her father sometimes, even if he was in his late thirties or early forties. And right now he could tell that she was ready to fly off the handle with anger. Not that she couldn't control herself, but he knew that she could cause quite a stir in the hearing if she wanted. Its been awhile since I've seen your hair down, its getting long, he whispered as they sat, referring to her brown wavy locks. Thanks, she said with a soft smile, he was trying to distract her. Each of the six Black Light members were in their black uniform garb, a bit uncomfortable, placed on the edge of the great hall, perched at the side of the diplomats in case of an emergency, even if they were under investigation today. The floor opened and accusing slowly began to build up against the Martians, then the Murcians, and then the Terrans. There'd better be an intermission, she thought to herself as she scanned the room carefully. Everyone was in their political and military uniforms, which was cause for a slight headache of color and atrocity. With a raised eyebrow, she looked at Renric, then motioned to the Terrans. I wonder if the ones on the satellite are here, she questioned softly to him, trying to kill some time. Soon enough, they would get to Black Light's run down of the attack and explosion, but they were still accusing others at the moment.