‘What is your name?’

Being: 1.84 meters. GLA 507 years. Male. Long-Huon. Senior Officer of the GLA Trade Sector. Name: Zhoumi.

Room measurement 20 x 32 meter square. Name: Section 31-92-00-GL.

Object measurement 30 x 24 x 35 inches. Name: Desk.

Object measurement 8 x 5 inches. Name: Screen.

Object measurement-

‘What is your name?’

Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA ??. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: - .

‘Restate your request.’

‘…hmm. Are you an Android?’

Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA ??. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: - .

‘Restate your request.’

‘I don’t think you are…you don’t have to wear the helmet you know? It’s hard to keep track of anyone here- just another face in the crowd.’

‘Mission statement.’

‘…I wasn’t told much about your lot…care to enlighten me?’

 Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA ??. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: - .

‘Restate your request.’

‘Wow…this is something else…well- here you go.’

[RECEIVING DATA]

COORDINATES 823. 5313. 0901. 5522

ORTANK

DELIVERY

‘Got it?’

‘Mission accepted.’

‘…right. Well, good luck!’

Unknown term: “good luck!”- retrieve definition. Memory bank: cannot be found.

*

Upon leaving the immediate vicinity of the Yisheng Headquarters, the level of animosity and suspicion rises up and is almost palpable. The tension is stifling and makes for an intensely strained and quiet walk up to the Yisheng Hangar Bay. Even the peaceful and healing atmosphere that the Headquarters was universally famous for couldn’t form a scratch on the thick blanket of distrust that lay over them. The fact that they’re walking across a wide wooded garden famed across the Known Universe for its beauty makes the entire situation hilarious. The contradiction of their environment to the mood that surrounds them borders on comical.

Sk’jin wants to laugh.

He is acutely aware of the distrustful looks thrown his way. In fact, most of this gaze is thrown his way without any guise or attempt made to cover up. Hoseok, the Ngfy’widan, is watching him with a casual stance- his form relaxed and apparently at great ease. He was clearly trained, very effectively and efficiently, to disguise and mask his motions. Sk’jin had been somewhat surprised that Lal Haenoon would actually bring someone like Hoseok, a field agent from a Division that wasn’t under his governance, into a mission like this. Sk’jin had initially thought Lal Haenoon would put someone under his own Division into the mission. It would make sense after all. But looking at what he’d done- choosing Hoseok to “represent” the Venture Unit was probably a smart move that benefited the mission.

Besides, field agents from the Infiltration Division were deadly individuals who were capable of any and everything. They were wild-cards, moving with ease along the darker side of the moral spectrum in order to get things done. Most of them came from a criminal background- not of the everyday petty crime sort of background, but of Level 1 Prisoner status sort of criminal background. They were mass murderers, masterminds, Beings who had an undeniable intelligence for all things twisted and manipulative.

Perfect for the Venture Unit to use to infiltrate other intelligent Beings who were involved in all things twisted and manipulative.

Fight fire with fire.

Sk’jin has come across many agents from the Infiltration Unit. While some were only working for the Venture Unit as a means to avoid the maddening darkness of Level 1 Prison (which was totally understandable and honestly a much smarter move in Sk’jin’s humble opinion), there were some who were genuinely trying to give back to the Venture Unit for giving them a second chance (a sort of dumb reasoning, according to Sk’jin).

After a quick observation of the Ngfy’widan, Sk’jin guesses that Hoseok’s participation in the Venture Unit was probably entire voluntary and not involved with prison (or trying to escape prison). The people of Ngfy’wid were known to join the Venture Unit more often than not. Their natural abilities made them excellent infiltrators and the entire surviving population of the Ngfy’widan people felt indebted to the Venture Unit. If memory serves him right, the Venture Unit were the ones who were helping them regrow and restore their home planet.

Sk’jin has also fought and killed many field agents who thought they were smart enough to waylay him. But that was all a very long time ago. Sk’jin likes to believe that he is a changed Being now- reborn anew from his past. But that certainly did not mean he was entirely willing to participate in this mission for its stated objectives.

Because while his other team members were no doubt swayed by fancy words and illusions of grand schemes to save the Universe- Sk’jin isn’t effected or remotely interested in saving the Known Universe. No- Sk’jin has other things he needs to see to and this mission was going to take him there. Sk’jin does not have the time to burden himself with ideological beliefs and heroic endeavors.   

With prolonged observation, Sk’jin can safely assume that Hoseok is probably one of them too. Despite being exposed to a whole different side of the Universe and more, Hoseok was still here, trying to do the “right” thing. It probably ran in his blood, bound to his genes and making up his DNA.

It’s an extremely colourful contrast to Sk’jin’s own people and their reaction towards the GLA in general. Sk’jin can safely say that K’mara, and now himself, were the only Khol’isa who were working members of the GLA. The rest of his people lived in one of the many city-state moons in Raksane Tayi. They refused to participate in any dealings with the GLA but still depended on them for their living and livelihood.

Sk’jin despises a lot of Beings- individuals, groups, entire societies- Sk’jin has lists and lists of these Beings. But his own people ranked highest in this list of personal disdain. Arrogant, haughty, and never moving past former glories that never existed to begin with. The Khol’isa were the prime example of unfounded privileged living and Sk’jin hates it.

Hoseok looks like the type of Being who was probably doing this mission for the sake of the objectives stated in their briefing. Not that anything was wrong with it. It was wonderful- honourable even. But incredibly naïve and if Sk’jin was capable of feeling it, worrisome as well. How did he even become a field agent for the Infiltration Division?

But Sk’jin knows not to base all of his decisions and assumptions of someone based on his first impression (no matter how accurate his observations were)- he’s been mistaken a total of 3 times in his life before; and the last time his assumption turned inaccurate, he had been left for dead.

Sk’jin looks away from Hoseok and instead catches Namjoon’s eye.

In all honesty, a majority of the animosity and distrust comes from the Kutsoglerin. His self-introduction inside the Yisheng Headquarters had been so obviously staged that Sk’jin couldn’t help but laugh. But now, away from the special-jury, Namjoon has abandoned any semblance of friendliness with straightforward suspicion and guardedness.

Sk’jin smiles at him, head tilting a little so that the sun caught on his hair in a way he knew made him look like he was caught in a vision of golden light. But Namjoon isn’t effected. He doesn’t look remotely impressed or distracted. Shame, Sk’jin reflects to himself- he hoped he would have some fun on this mission but he just had to be stuck with the most indifferent and paranoid Beings this side of the Universe.

Sk’jin glances over Namjoon’s form, causing the latter to level him with an expression that was both challenging and resigned. Instead, Sk’jin winks back at the Kutsoglerin, cocking one eyebrow up at him. Namjoon’s expression doesn’t change so Sk’jin exaggerates a sad expression and sighs plaintively as though deeply wounded. Sk’jin notes how Hoseok watches them like a predator would, waiting to catch any point of weakness.

This was going to be a stress filled mission with zero fun.

Hoseok looks like he might actually be nice to talk to- if it weren’t for the fact that they were in a mission (this mission) together. And Sk’jin would really rather not trust anyone Lal Haenoon put up as their candidate. The Raksane Tayian was a slimy insufferable arrogant excuse of a leader and Sk’jin would love to see him and his organization burn to the ground. Or implode in space (Sk’jin isn’t particular about it). Especially after everything he’s seen.

Lmiura however was of a much more open and easily readable character. Sk’jin wasn’t surprised at her choice considering Namjoon’s background as a whole. And to an extent, Namjoon seemed to exude this same characteristic. Possibly because of his former position as an Information Analyst (If anything, Namjoon probably deserves the title of Region-Expert better than Sk’jin), he wasn’t necessarily trained to be as masked in his actions and features like Hoseok was. But then again, Hoseok was a Ngfy’widan meaning he could very well control each and every facial muscle and manipulate his expressions if needed. It was handy no doubt. Sk’jin briefly wonders if it’s because of this attribute or something else that contributes to Hoseok’s 275 confirmed kills over his impressive career as an agent for the Infiltration Division. It was cute almost. The Infiltration Division were like galactic vigilantes: legally backed up bad guys killing off illegally backed up bad guys. Sk’jin guesses that the official record is different from the actual numbers- doctored a little to make it look a bit more “contained” and planned out. Of course this was just the official mission list of Beings that needed to be taken out,- who knew where that number stood if you really looked through his records?

The walk to the Hangar Bay is quiet long. Perhaps too long. Was this preplanned in hopes that they would bond as a team? Sk’jin smirks to himself (getting long side-glances from Hoseok and Namjoon) and wonders if he should start a dead-pool. See who is the quickest to snap and take out someone. He ends up laughing out loud at his own thought, causing the two on either of his side to take a precautionary step away.

Oh no, I’m not crazy. Not anymore Sk’jin wants to say but he doesn’t. And as Sk’jin can’t do anything to relieve the tension in the air, he might as well add more to it.

‘So,’ Sk’jin begins as soon as he’s contained himself well enough to speak. He nearly loses it again when he notices the slightest tensing up in both Namjoon and Hoseok’s shoulders. ‘Is this your first joint mission?’

The only reply he gets is a brief look from both Hoseok and Namjoon before they proceed to ignore him, tension spiking up even more. Sk’jin wants to cackle. Even if this trip was going to be boring, he’s pretty sure he can get a rise from either one of those two easy. Based on his observations, Namjoon seems like the most likely candidate to snap.

‘Yes.’

Sk’jin nearly jumps at the sound of the quiet voice a little behind him.

Yoongi, the weapons-specialist, is walking behind him, his footsteps make no sound and if it weren’t for the fact that Sk’jin was looking at him with his very own eyes, he would have doubted himself. Unlike how with Hoseok and especially Namjoon, Sk’jin could simple gouge their presence from the general force of their being, Sk’jin cannot sense a single thing from this Being.

‘I was under the impression that GI agents worked solo operations,’ Sk’jin manages to collect himself, falling in-step with Yoongi instead, behind Namjoon and Hoseok. Sk’jin is amused when they angle their bodies a little inward, like they can’t help themselves from turning back to listen to the conversation. Or possibly to defend themselves- maybe both.

Because if anything, their weapons-specialist was the most confusing and displacing aspect of the entire mission. Anything he did or said was instantly scrutinized and analyzed in hopes of getting some form of reaction or reading from this nearly automated Being. Sk’jin is pretty sure he’s had better readings from actual automated constructs like Cyborgs and other minor Bots.

‘Mission dictated the amount of participants,’ is Yoongi’s reply.

Sk’jin feels like he’s looking at an Android or Cyborg that’s been installed with only a basic communication system without any of the more complex emotional response integrated into its core. Sk’jin is also extremely disconcerted with how he can’t sense this Being in front of him. All agents working under the GI were developed by the rogue Yisheng Directory to carry out their investigative needs and other requests that were no doubt of a sort that left lots of dead Beings behind. Sk’jin was in the presence of a Being who could effectively kill him, Hoseok, and Namjoon in a blink of an eye without any weapons and Sk’jin cannot sense him.

Sk’jin feels his temples pulse, and he absentmindedly rubs at it.

‘I see,’ Sk’jin replies, looking down at the Being with a charming smile.

There’s no effect. Not that Sk’jin was expecting any. He’s just surprised in general that he’s gotten any words out of him. In fact he’s very surprised any of the GI were still functional and roaming about.

‘How many others are there like you?’ Sk’jin asks, aware that he sounds a little insensitive.

‘There were 2,500 of what is known as the Galactic Inquisition. There are 1381 left, none are at mission-operation anymore.’ Yoongi replies, not the least phased or offended by Sk’jin’s question.

‘What about you?’ Sk’jin asks with some confusion. If none were at mission-operation level anymore, where did that leave Yoongi?

Hoseok actually turns to look around, curiosity etched all over his features.

Yoongi, for the first time throughout the entire day, turns to look Sk’jin straight in the eye.

‘I am.’

*

‘Oh- it’s you again- or is it? Uniform doesn’t ever change does it? Have a name you can give me?’

Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA ??. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: - .

‘Maybe a nickname? Codename! A lot of agents have those- most of the agents from the Infiltration unit have codenames don’t they?’

Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA ??. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: - .

‘I was unsure the first time- but I’m positive now- you’re one of the Galactic Inquisition agents aren’t you?’

Galactic Inquisition. Name. Base. Headquarter. Sleep. Dream.

‘Mission statement.’

‘Take a seat! This is interesting! I’ve never really met one of the GI before- this is amazing! Where in the Headquarters do they actually even manage to hide you?’

Headquarters: Galactic Inquisition. Object name: office chair. Seat. Take a seat. Sit. Be seated. Chair. To sit.

‘Do you want something to eat? Drink? I mean- do you eat at all?’

Term: Eat. Drink. Sustenance. Feeding. Intravenous.

‘Mission statement.’

‘…it’s…a little uncomfortable for most when your face is covered in a helmet you know? It actually makes you stand out more.’

‘Mission statement.’

‘…hmm, well. I guess you’re just not one for conversations- that’s fine too right? Getting the job done is the most important thing after all. Conversation at most times is a task- but sometimes it’s a true pleasure ain’t it?’

[RECEIVING DATA]

COORDINATES 91. 3466. 29. 1011

ORTANK X 7

DELIVERY

‘You got it?’

‘Mission accepted.’

‘All right! Good luck my nameless messenger!’

Unknown term: “good luck!”- retrieve definition. Memory bank: cannot be found.

*

Hoseok doesn’t understand Yoongi’s answer but apparently it seems to frighten Sk’jin because he turns pale with startling rapidity and Hoseok doesn’t know if it’s the lighting or a trick of his eye but Sk’jin suddenly seems to age. But it’s gone as quickly as it had come and Sk’jin looks just as unnaturally beautiful as before. And his expression of fright gives way into something else entirely which in turn makes Hoseok uneasy.

‘I understand perfectly,’ Sk’jin smiles sweetly. ‘Have you been living here at the Headquarters?’

‘Yes. For 2 sols,’ is Yoongi’s almost mechanical response.

‘A nice place to recover,’ Sk’jin glances around, looking up at the trees as though genuinely enjoying the scenery. ‘Were you living near the Earthian Memorial Asteroid Belt or at the docks in Mars?’

At this, even Namjoon turns to look back.

‘At the docks in Mars,’ Yoongi replies.

‘I am sorry for what happened,’ Sk’jin continues. ‘I believe you will find that we all share something in common Yoongi. We may all have much more in common that we all thought.’

Sk’jin looks at Hoseok and Namjoon with benign smiles, lifting his fair hands upwards, causing his robes to flutter a little from the motion. The sun shines through his fingers, pearlescent white blushing with a rosy hue from within. Hoseok swears he hears the minor chiming of bells. Sk’jin indicates to all of them in an almost royal manner, ‘We’re all lost boys here.’

Yoongi doesn’t reply to this but Sk’jin doesn’t seem nonplussed by it. Instead he’s smiling to himself, arms crossing behind him now, and a light graceful skip to his steps.

Yoongi was Human? Hoseok can’t help himself from taking another look at the GI agent behind him. He certainly fit the description of how Humans looked- but why would the GI have a Human agent with them? Humans did not fall under the list of Beings who were particularly famous for their abilities or skills. They had amongst the shortest life-span in all of the species living in the Known Universe. They were also among some of the weakest.

Hoseok’s entire family were members of the Venture Unit ever since the decay of their planet. His parents were both agents in the Venture Unit. His mother’s parents were also agents in the Venture Unit. And it continued on all the way back. And he’s pretty sure that he has a relative who worked on Earth, saving it from its death.

Humans were a frail and relatively young species. And now after the Gaia Case, were at a great risk of eventually entirely dying out as a species.

Hearing the news about the complete immobility of the GI agents wasn’t surprising. Hoseok knew about this because the Venture Unit was responsible for watching over them. The last time he’d heard any news about them, it had all come out with an extremely high level of failure and the continuation of their operation as an organization was beyond recovery. Whatever technology that sustained and maintained them left them completely defenseless in the face of reality.

So how was it that Yoongi, a Human, could be the sole conscious and functional agent left?

‘We’re here now,’ Namjoon says from the front. If the Kutsoglerin had any thoughts about this, it doesn’t show on his face.

Hoseok looks away from the confusing and contradicting duo behind him and focuses his attention on the “small” ship that suddenly appears as they take a sharp right along the garden path.

The Yisheng Hangar Bay is basically an open clearing in the dense forest, surrounded by trees that stand taller and thicker than the rest of the forest. There are low Hangars off to one side of the clearing but other than that, the area looks simply like a wide field of reeds.

The “small” ship is actually a rather large ship. Especially considering that it’s meant for only 4 Beings and a moderately sized cargo. But as Hoseok quickly scans the dark grey ship, he guesses that most of the mass of the ship was directly contributed by the Engines Rooms and possibly an entire hull dedicated to the fuselage, and Beamers and their coolant system. The engine-wings are massive, with a rotatable function allowing the ship to hover, and land without the need for a runway. The suspension tracks under the ship are almost overkill in Hoseok’s opinion- but judging by the overall size and design of the ship, Hoseok guesses it’s an extremely heavy ship. Hoseok would have preferred at least a week in advance to get used to the ship- maybe even dock it out in space rather than take off from within a planet. But seeing as Šerdesas had a forgiving atmosphere and the burn upon crossing the exosphere wasn’t too harsh on ships, it’s an ideal setting to test out the general feel of the ship.

As they get closer, Hoseok is able to read the model of the ship and isn’t too surprised that they’re getting the trial version of an updated Užkulisai-02. The Užkulisai was commonly used by the Venture Unit by their Exploration Division; especially for alien-planet investigation. It’s built for durability and designed to survive almost every possible space-related anomaly as well as the entire spectrum of violent planetary/atmospheric/terrain-based events. You could fly this model into a volcano and come out relatively undamaged. It had one of the strongest shields known to the universe, able to deflect and even completely disintegrate asteroids. Though the Užkulisai carried within her enough fuel cell to power a small planet for a day, she was packed with solar-panels all along the top of the ship, providing the ship with the option of sustaining the ship with self-generated energy. If Hoseok isn’t mistaken, the Užkulisai  also had its own gravity generator and ventilation system independent from the rest of the ship; so that if problems or issues were to rise from internal Systems, the gravity and ventilation systems could still function.

The Užkulisai-01 was so popular and used so widely that the idea of creating a second model seemed unnecessary and pointless. It had been declared the perfect ship all over the Universe. But Hoseok guesses they made it even more “perfect”. And to test whether or not it was actually perfect, they were going to be the test-dummies for this model while completing this mission.

They walk around to the back of the ship, where the ships entrance doors were. There were two doorways in the back, between them a large gateway that could be lowered into a ramp to drive up heavy cargo. Judging by what they were going to have to do, Hoseok guesses that they’ll find a bunch of terraforming vehicles as well as a Transporter or two for in-planet purposes.             

‘Ooh! We’re well funded,’ Sk’jin comments from behind him as they look over the ship from the back. ‘Can you fly this ship Hoseokkie?’

Hoseok doesn’t know how to respond to the sudden nickname so he chooses to ignore it and nods, ‘It’s not a problem.’

And it’s not a lie either. Though never formally trained by the Spatial Piloting School in Raksane Tayi, Hoseok has had plenty of informal training his entire life and has flown several Užkulisai-01 models before.

‘Confidence- I like that,’ Sk’jin claps.

Hoseok feels a little patronized but he can’t call Sk’jin out on it.

‘Are there any procedures you would like to take before take-off?’ Namjoon asks, turning to address Hoseok.

‘None from the outside,’ Hoseok replies looking up at the magnificent ship.

‘How long until we leave Cap?’ Sk’jin asks, stretching and yawning with more grace and elegance than anyone yawning should be allowed to have.

Namjoon looks at Sk’jin with an expression of befuddlement.

‘Yes- I’m addressing you- you’re the Captain of our team and the ship,’ Sk’jin swings his arms a little, bell chimes following his movement. He his head at Namjoon, a rather coy smile on his face as he asks, ‘Have you not heard of nicknames?’

‘Nicknames are used instead of formal names to portray and establish closeness and familiarity.’

Everyone’s heads turn so quickly Hoseok is surprised he doesn’t hear whiplash. Yoongi doesn’t seem fazed at all by the stares he’s getting for what he just said.

‘See? Even Yoongi here agrees,’ Sk’jin regards the dark-haired agent for a while before saying, ‘I don’t have anything that comes to mind…but don’t worry I’ll come up with something for you!’

‘Thank you.’ Yoongi replies in monotone.

Sk’jin breaks out into laughter while Hoseok finds himself thrown in a loop. Nothing made sense.

‘If you don’t like Cap- I can just call you Nammie- suits you,’ Sk’jin looks like he’s about to give Namjoon a light nudge but the latter swiftly stepping aside and stands up to his full height.

Namjoon gives Sk’jin a hard look before saying in an even tone.

‘All right let’s all get this straight,’ Namjoon starts. ‘We are not on this mission to be close- this is an operation of utmost secrecy and importance. We are the minimum balance required to see to the missions success and that’s all we are. We are a team, yes. But that does not make us close. None of us want to be here and none of us want this to extend any more than it has to. And like you pointed out, yes, I am the Captain- so my first order for this team is to complete this mission as soon as possible.’

Sk’jin has an amused smirk on his face, regarding Namjoon with a slight tilt of his head. He chuckles a little before saying: ‘Pity your introduction was all an act- I thought you were quite the interesting fellow. I guess it’s only me and Yoongi here, right?’ Sk’jin glances down at Yoongi who remains completely impassive, as though he hadn’t heard Sk’jin at all.

‘Inside. Now.’ Namjoon barks before turning and walking up the ramp.

‘Ah- he’s the “all work, no play” kinda guy isn’t he?’ Sk’jin hums sympathetically before looking down at Hoseok. ‘Maybe we should try and hurry this up hmm Hoseokkie?’

For a brief moment, Sk’jin’s eyes glow red and Hoseok looks away at once.

‘Yeah- let’s start by getting inside the ship first.’

Sk’jin chuckles under his breath, waving along Yoongi who follows them in.

*

‘Ah! It’s you again! How are you today?’

Function: Health. 96% functional. Pulse: 56 bmp.

‘Oh right! You’re not much of a talker. All work, no play eh?’

‘Mission statement.’

‘We’ve done this for years now- you know how it is. Take a seat! Please! Be more comfortable!’

To sit. Sit.

‘Oh- that was faster than last time. It’s like I’m teaching you something new!’

Term: Teach. Show. Explain. Instruct. Educate. Learn. Understand. Take a seat. Sit.

‘Or at least I hope I am.’

Term: Hope. Expectation. Aspiration. Wish. Pray. Virtue. Living Being.

‘I guess you get to travel a lot. Do you enjoy it?’

Term: Enjoy. Delight in. Fond. Appreciate. Relish. Fun.

‘I enjoy travelling too. But I haven’t been able to get away in a while- swamped with work. Though I guess travelling is part of you work.’

Term: Work. Activity. Effort. Achieve. Accomplish. Mission. To work. Mission. Awake.

‘Mission statement.’

‘I bet you have great stories- maybe you can tell me some in the future?’

Term: Stories. Tale. Narrative. Account. Imagined. Real. Dream. Awake.

‘I can tell you some of mine when we have more time- you’re welcome to visit anytime.’

Term: Welcome. Greet. Salute. Receive. Have.

‘Or maybe I’m just not interesting enough-‘

Action: Laughter. Result. Sound. Emotive.

‘Okay- so here’s todays little delivery- a bit different this time around. It’s a retrieval. You can do that, right?’

[RECEIVING DATA]

COORDINATES 144. 8910. 3742. 4130. HNAM’DI

GENERAL HR’AME

NO WITNESS

‘Mission received.’

‘Great! Maybe next time we can have a drink together then eh?’

Term: Smile. Happy. Delight. Action- result, expression. Form,-? Reason,-?

‘Good luck!’

Unknown term: “good luck!”- retrieve definition. Memory bank: cannot be found.

*

COORDINATES 144. 8910. 3742. 4130. HNAM’DI

GENERAL HR’AME

NO WITNESS

[COMPLETED]

Unknown term: “good luck!”- retrieve definition. Memory bank: cannot be found.

Term: Good luck. Success. Accomplish. Complete. Sleep. Dream.

*

‘Welcome to the Užkulisai, Captain Namjoon, Navigator. I am Lisai- the Užkulisai AI System under your command. How may I aid you today?’

Namjoon is a little taken aback as he enters the antechamber. The smooth automated voice fills the air in calming manner. Namjoon can’t quiet determine whether the voice is female or male- but it’s nonetheless pleasant and soothing to the ears. There had been a time when ship AI systems were built with responsive/vocal programs that sounded entirely too enthusiastic and cheerful. Luckily you could now choose and customize the vocal qualities of your AI system.

‘I would like to be taken to my quarters Lisai,’ Namjoon replies as he walks down the antechamber, taking note that it was an airlock room as well. There’s a mounted screen to the side, for manual operations for the door functions and airlock functions no doubt. They would all be connected to the Navigation Table in the Bridge. Namjoon makes a mental note to lock all of the operational systems running within each screen and panel to the Navigation Table.

‘Your quarters are located in the Second Floor, Cabin 02. You may access the Second Floor by using either the Hull Lifts or the Hangar stairs.’

‘Thank you,’ Namjoon replies back absentmindedly as the doors open smoothly and the entire layout of the ship reveals itself to him.

The interior of the ship is clean and minimal. The walls are white, smooth, and minimally designed. The corners are cut smooth and curved, creating a fluid appearance to the walls. The lighting is strong without being harsh and barely casts any shadows- it almost feels dimensionless.

The wall to the side lights up with an interactive map of the ship. A pale blue light lights up from where Namjoon guesses he’s standing and creates a thin line of blue indicating the path he should follow. Namjoon quickly studies the map, memorizing the placement of the rooms. He finds that the hallway he’s in is one of the arms of the large U-shaped hallway that wraps around the Hangar Bay and the ramp-gate. Though massive, the ship comprised of only 3 living/working levels; the rest were dedicated to the Engines or storage. There were a total of 20 “cabins”, a large space that made up a kitchen/dining space. There were 4 Medical Bays and a laboratory located behind the Hangar Bay, and a few Emergency MedPods located across the ship. The Bridge occupied the highest floor, a large unit where a large piloting team could easily fit yet a small one could easily control. Namjoon notes that the Navigation Table is located directly behind and above the Cockpit, overseeing that section.

Making sure he didn’t overlook anything on the map, Namjoon walks down the hall and finds the First Lobby. There are sturdy but narrow stairs leading upwards. And towards the middle of the U-shaped hall, the Hull Lift. There were comfortable couches strewn about and shelves put around at random. Namjoon guesses these would be nice accommodations if they would ever get around to using them. Flying to Bhumi itself won’t take too long. Not if they travel in warp after they leave the Raksane Tayi System. Lmiura had said the entire trip would take approximately a little more than an average sol but Namjoon would prefer to have it down under a sol.

Glancing around the Lobby, Namjoon spots a few cameras planted into the walls. The surveillance feed would be sent to the Navigation Table, unless it was designed differently. Namjoon forgoes the Hull Lift and takes the stairs up instead.

The floor upstairs has the same general layout. But instead of doorways opening into a series of Medical Bays, the space beyond the Second Lobby is open and sinks downwards a little, forming a semi-circle shelf of steps leading down to a large rounded table. There are seats placed around the table and attached in front of each seat is a screen. At the center is what Namjoon recognizes as a 3D projector not unlike the inbuilt projector pillars available in Navigation Tables. This was clearly a meeting-table of sorts. And right above the table is a ceiling window the exact same size of the table. Beyond this sunken circle a large kitchen area. From what Namjoon can tell it’s quite fully stocked and opens into the view of the Yisheng Headquarters in the distance. The whole area is brightly lit with both natural light from the wide window towards the end and from daylight-imitation fixtures overhead. There are no concrete hallways, just short stretches of walls to separate the Lobby area from immediately reaching each doorstep. Namjoon glances to his left and sure enough etched in glowing blue over a metallic plaque are the numbers 02 next to a doorway.  

‘Cabin doorways are secured by passwords. You can set your own password by using the Cabin Security system inside.’

‘That’s good to know,’ Namjoon mumbles as his doors open for him. It’s a basic room, fitted with a low bed built into alcove to the side of the room. The alcove could transform into a bunk too- Namjoon spots the slot from where you could pull out a secondary tier to create a bunk. On one side a simple desk and chair are fixed into the floor and to its side is a built-in rack. Namjoon didn’t bring a lot of things with him- just some clothes to change in and out of. But he spies a few hangers already carrying some clothing. Upon closer inspected, Namjoon finds a fully detailed, customized Navigator’s uniform. Of course, if this was a “family business” then he should be a legally qualified Navigator with a proper uniform. Other than that, he finds other pieces of clothing. Lmiura wasn’t kidding when she said everything was prepared for them in order to enjoy at least basic luxuries.

He steps away from the rack and slides open another doorway to reveal a moderately sized and equipped en-suite. Namjoon inspects each cupboard and drawer, keeping a list of the contents.  

Walking back into his room, Namjoon makes a beeline for his Cabin-customized screen and reaches for his own screen. He had already created an extension to add to his room’s security. He had even built an entire security system in case the rooms didn’t come with one. Namjoon wanted the comfort of being able to rest and think in the privacy and safety of his room if things got too intense. And judging by who were in his team, Namjoon feels like he was going to really need it.

‘Lisai, can you send the Navigation Table settings and functions to Cabin-02’s customized screen?’

‘Understood Captain. However, holographic projections will be entirely compromised.’

‘That’s fine- I only want the security feed.’

As he waits for the extension to upload into the security system, Namjoon expands the cabin’s screen setting to project onto the wall over his bed.

‘Lisai please pull up live security feed,’ Namjoon orders as he finishes the last steps of his extension installment.

‘Security feed uploading. Would you like audio as well?’

‘That would be great, thank you.’ Namjoon replies as he reassigns a new password for his room as well as establishing a security password on the Navigation Table. The password was only for show of course- what would matter the most would be a scan of his neural and artery print to unlock any of his security measurements. Namjoon was in control of Navigation, so he was going to make damn sure that only he would be in control of it.

‘Feed uploaded.’

‘Please located team members.’ Namjoon calls out as he starts downloading the rest of the ships control system into his screen.

‘Head Pilot Hoseok is in Cabin-05. Communications Manager Sk’jin is in Medical Bay 3. Weapons Specialist Yoongi is in the Bridge.’

Three separate camera feeds light up on his wall.

The feed outside of Hoseok’s room occupies Camera-081. Obviously for privacy reasons there would be no cameras inside the Cabins. Out of all his team members, Namjoon finds Hoseok the least worrisome. Despite being Lal Haenoon’s candidate for this mission, and being a renowned Infiltration field agent, Hoseok didn’t pose too great of an immediate threat in Namjoon’s mind. Or perhaps he was being sidetracked by the other two who were very much a large threat in Namjoon’s thoughts.

‘Lisai, which Cabins are Sk’jin and Yoongi living in?’

‘Communications Manager has been issued Cabin-01, and Weapon’s Specialist has been issued Cabin-03.’

So, he was next-door neighbours with the GI agent. Great.

Namjoon glances over at the second camera feed. Sk’jin is inspecting the Medical-Bed, pale rosy hands expertly navigating the functions as he hums under his breath. He seemed altogether too happy to be in this mission.

‘Lisai does the Medical Bay have a security operation regarding its medical presets?’

‘Yes.’

‘If anyone were to try and tamper with it, would there be a breach in the system and an alarm rung?’

‘Yes. All Medical Bays are fixed with an internal security system that alerts the ship when there is a breach. This is the basis for the biohazard breach.’

‘Okay, thanks.’

Namjoon’s distrust towards Sk’jin was probably never going to change or subdue over time. There was something about the Khol’isa that disturbed and perplexed Namjoon. First of all, despite being a Khol’isa, Namjoon couldn’t find any indication of his species’ characteristic horns. This was in itself, unheard of. And he knows how the Khol’isa take pride in their own people and never marry outside of their own species. So any theory of Sk’jin being half-Khol’isa could be crossed out immediately. Second of all, his position within the ship was both unnecessary and entirely forced by K’mara, clearly. There was no dire need for a “Region-expert”. Namjoon himself would be able to provide all the necessary information required and needed to navigate towards and through Bhumi. And as for Communications Manager, they could have always installed an AI system for that, or Hoseok could easily multi-task that job seeing as it was the Head-Pilot’s duty to interact with Docks and Control Towers in the first place. A Communications Manager was just a middle-man that they could do without.

Obviously, K’mara’s involvement with Sk’jin’s addition into the mission added to Namjoon’s distrust in the Khol’isa- but there was something distinctly off about their “Region-expert” and Namjoon wasn’t buying any of his smiles for a second.

Tearing his eyes away from the second feed where Sk’jin was now touching up his hair on a reflective surface behind the Medical-Bed, it takes the Kutsoglerin a solid 15 seconds to spot Yoongi.

Namjoon has never met a Being with as little physical presence as the GI agent. No amount of training taught you how to diminish your presence to that extent. And there was nothing that made him stick to your mind. While you were still reeling from the shock of discovering him, you would entirely forget he was there in the first place. Was this because of how they were created? Was this the result of the hyper-reality in which they were mobilized?

Namjoon shudders at the very idea of it. He’s not surprised to hear that the rest of the surviving GI agents were all immobilized.

Yoongi was perusing a screen mounted on a wall. He looked like a statue. His stillness was unnatural. He just blended in with his surroundings so easily it was disconcerting to say the least. Even now, Namjoon has to consciously remind himself he was looking at a real living Being and not just some random segment of the wall. Yoongi isn’t even wearing clothing that would make him blend with the white interior of the room. He was clad fully in black.

There were few who knew the details behind the GI and their creation. All Namjoon knows is what the special court was told. Details regarding their creation and history were sealed and classified beyond what even K’mara or Lal Haenoon could touch. And Namjoon very much doubts that Yoongi would tell him anything regarding his background or previous life.

But moving past Yoongi’s dubious past, or at least moving to another section of it- he was from Earth? Or was at least developed using Human DNA. But why Human? It made no sense. And he was living in the Docks off of Mars? Doing what? And what was he doing here at the Yisheng Headquarters for two sols?

‘I am.’

His response to Sk’jin’s questions made no sense. He also didn’t refer to himself as a member of the GI. But he clearly was. And Sk’jin’s reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed by him either. And how did Sk’jin know? Was this because he was a Khol’isa? But Namjoon hasn’t heard of his species having extra-refined “Species Identifying” abilities. What did he know that Namjoon didn’t? The GIU never got their hands on the GI, so any information regarding Yoongi and his background or the rest of the information regarding the GI would be unknown to them. And seeing as how the “big three” (as Namjoon likes to mentally address the GIU, Venture Unit, and the Yisheng Headquarters) were in high tension with each other, it was safe to assume that there had been no sharing of information.

While Namjoon was able to label how he regarded Sk’jin and Hoseok, he cannot come to any form of conclusion towards Yoongi.

Namjoon watches the two camera-feeds side-by-side.

‘Lisai- perform a health scan on team member Yoongi.’

‘Scanning.’

Sk’jin is now in the laboratory, hands crossed behind his back as he regards some of the operation units and isolation tanks used to study and inspect foreign or alien matter. He carefully puts his hands inside the flexible gloved space of the isolation tank and seems extremely amused as he uses his gloved hands to pick up the instruments that lay inside of it.

‘Yoongi. Human. Male. Age: 692 GLA Standard. All scans negative.’

Namjoon scans the other camera feed but doesn’t find Yoongi in it. Wondering if it’s a trick of his eye, Namjoon looks into the screen closely.

‘Lisai, please find Yoongi.’ Namjoon calls out as he steps back from the wall.

‘Team member Yoongi found.’

The feed shifts to another angle of the Hangar and Namjoon takes a moment to find the Human.

Yoongi is staring straight into the camera.

Namjoon nearly falls backward in shock. His pulse races and a shudder runs down his spine.

‘Captain Namjoon. You are experiencing a sudden spike in your pulse-rate. Please calm down.’

Namjoon watches with purposefully deep and controlled breaths as Yoongi looks away and proceeds to walk out of the Hangar.  

‘Lisai- are the Comm-Devices installed with tracking applications?’ Namjoon asks, his own voice sounding strained to his ears.

‘Yes Captain.’

‘Good- please notify me whenever Yoongi is 3 meters within me.’

‘Understood Captain.’

*

‘Good evening! I almost thought you weren’t going to make it today! How are you?’

Term: How are you. Health. Condition. Performance. Mission.

‘Mission statement.’

‘Okay look- honestly I counted, and it’s been 5 years now that we’ve known each other. You’ve completed 31 missions on my behalf and the only thing you ever say to me is “mission statement”. I don’t even have a name to address you with. You gotta help me out here.’

Term: Help. Aid. Secure. Protect. Respond. 

‘Names are good- makes everyone comfortable if you have a name. Makes you more “alive”.’

Term: Alive. Exist. Be. Realm. Life-force. Cycle.

‘I even have a bunch of aliases you know? Nothing serious of course- helps sometimes to do things under an alias- names can be too implementing. Legal procedures and all that.’

Term: Alias. False. Assume. Pretend. Hide.

‘I mean- I don’t even know what you look like…what if we’ve walked past each other and I had no idea?’

Term: Idea. Thought. Suggestion. Plan. Design. Course. Action. Objective.

‘You can you know, remove your helmet. I won’t tell anyone and I think you’re perfectly safe in here.’

Term: Safe. Protect. Shelter. Secure. Shield. Guard.

‘I mean it’s up to you of course- or unless it’s against the rules or something.’

Term: Rules. Law. Order. Set. Form. Mission completion.

‘Or maybe you’re really not allowed to talk with me, haha, and you’re just indulging me? Is that what it is?’

Term: Rules. Law. Order. Set. Form. Mission completion.

‘If that’s so then I guess I won’t pressure you. But like, give me a nickname so that I can address you appropriately or something.’

Term: Rules. Law. Order. Set. Form. Mission completion. Change.

‘Or not? Hmm…I guess- oh!’

Removal in process. Do not disengage. Removal in process. Do not disengage. Removal in process-

‘There you go! Bet that feels better doesn’t it? You’ve got a good face- pity you have to hide it all the time.’

‘Term: pity-…’

‘Oh-…oh wow?! You just - oh. Do you…do you understand me? Do you understand what I’m saying?’

‘Term: understa-…’

‘A-Are you all right? Wait was the helmet supposed to be helping you or-‘

‘Mission statement.’

‘-hey, come on. Look at me- I think you do understand me. Do you know how to answer?’

‘Term: Understand.’

‘Who are you?’

‘Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: -.’

‘No- I meant…do you mind if I take a scan?’

‘Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: -.’

‘…I’m just going to use this. To just scan you. Understand who you are. All right?’

‘Term: Understand.’

‘…I’ll take that as a yes…’

‘Term: Yes.’

‘So- Spaces, wow. Wait a minute this can’t be right? But…you’re Human?’

‘Term: Human.’

‘…did you know this?’

‘Mission statement.’

‘Why Human? Were you born on Earth?’

‘Mission statement.’

‘…all right…uh, here- oh, I guess you do need the helmet then.’

[RECEIVING DATA]

COORDINATES 8201. 560. 9332. 03. OS’NEB

ORTANK X 8

DELIVERY

‘Mission received.’

‘…I’ll see you next time then. Good luck.’

Term: Good luck. Success. Accomplish. Complete. Sleep. Dream.

*

The Bridge of the Užkulisai-02 is a massive set with three tiers. The lowest was at the helm of the ship, the artillery controls panel otherwise commonly referred to as the tower-mast for no logical reason. It was a small space designed to fit in 3 seats from where every defensive/offensive weapon or firepower available to the ship could be controlled. This is where Yoongi will be stationed most times. Hoseok can only hope he won’t be required to actually actively use it for this trip.

The second lowest right above this space is the cockpit. It’s wider than the tower-mast with five seats and a complex dashboard sprawling around each seat. A secondary dashboard is located on the flip-side of the first, designed for manual operations and control in case of an emergency situation that required manual piloting. This is Hoseok’s area of expertise and control and as he walks around the seats, checking each console and rigging, he feels like he has a definitive purpose amidst the suddenness of this rather mad mission.

The highest tier expands out towards the rest of the Bridge. Control boards and the interface for every working system in the ship is set around the third tier. There are a few foot-ups set about, unattached to the any of the operational units. Sk’jin is relaxing on one of them in a very leisurely manner- a feat, considering foot-ups are at best, temporary seats to relieve your feet when you’re tired (as the name suggests). It’s made entirely out of a strong fluoropolymer, structured more or less like a tall stool. It was made with the intention of providing floor-occupants because during the evolution of ships and their designs, the Bridges were built to be of a specific size and no more unless the Captain of the ship declared that they needed more floor. And thus foot-ups were invented to make up excuses to that you could create more space than allowed by the first blueprints and since then has been integrated into every possible ship. So it’s not the best or the most comfortable place to sit, yet Sk’jin sits on it like it’s a throne. He’s taken off his outer robe to reveal a simpler linen robe tied and kept together around the waist with a slim band of fabric a shade darker than the green of his robes. Even like this, Sk’jin looks far more elegant and poised than anyone Hoseok has seen. It also didn’t help that the sun was shining down on them, filtering through some of the massive tree branches that extended into the Yisheng Hangar Bay. Bathed in shifting lights, Sk’jin is a living breathing work of art.

Sunlight filters into the Bridge through the massive interactive HUD spaceshield overhead. It spans from the lowest tier to the highest, curving back and ending right above Navigator’s Mast. Namjoon is standing there, his back to the massive spaceshield behind him, facing them over his seat and the Navigation Pillar.

Surrounding Namjoon in a divided ring is the Navigation Table. It’s an upgraded model that is slimmer and smaller than the traditional standard Table. And rather than the traditional rectangular shape, the latest design has the Navigation Table transformed into a ring. It tilts a little, forming an angled screen for better accessibility and interface. And at the center of this is a narrow pillar, used to project 3D holographic maps that can be adjusted in dynamic space. It’s from this elevated dais that the HUD could be activated for both the pilot and the weapon specialist.

Hoseok glances over at Namjoon who is looking down at what seemed to be his own NaviLet instead of the issued standard NaviLet that was still attached to the side of the pillar. He makes a few taps around the screen before looking up to acknowledge them all briefly.

‘Before we start I think it’s best if we establish some rules and establish a routine of sorts. I have a few requirements I want to address first and I would like everyone to comply in order so that we may all have a safe and successful mission.’

Namjoon looks over them one by one again, as though looking for any defiance or resistance. All he gets is a nod from Yoongi and a smirk from Sk’jin.

‘First of all, everyone will wear the Comm-Devices and will never under any circumstance remove it.’ Namjoon holds out his hand and on his palm are little silver cuffs. They gleam faintly in his palm, highlighting a small ring of colour at the edge of each cuff. Yoongi is the first to move, picking up the cuff with a white band across the cuff. Sk’jin moves next, eyes never leaving Namjoon’s as he drags the tips of his finger from Namjoon’s barely exposed wrist down his palm before picking up a cuff with a red ring around it. Namjoon doesn’t even blink in response to…to whatever Sk’jin was trying to do and extends his palm towards Hoseok who picks up the cuff with a blue ring around it. Namjoon already has his, ringed with black and attached to his ear.

‘Second of all, the Bridge should never be left empty. One of us always has to man the Bridge. I believe you have all met Lisai, the AI System. Though I have no doubt that she’s more than capable of warning us if we encounter any issue, it would be best if at least one of us is always stationed here. I’ve asked Lisai to set up a schedule based on our sleep-cycles and allotted extra-curricular time. Please fill out your details and submit them into the ship’s system and we can work out a schedule.’ Namjoon produces 3 other screens from the Table behind him. ‘Along with the Comm-Devices, here are the ship’s customized screens. The form you need to fill out is already on your screens.’

‘Why is your screen different? Aren’t you supposed to use a NaviLet?’ Sk’jin asks as he takes the screen from Namjoon.

‘I am using the NaviLet as well as my own screen to oversee the proceedings across the ship’s system. As we are few in numbers, I want to maximize and expand the safeguard that we can stretch over this ship.’ Namjoon replies without sparing a glance at Sk’jin. ‘And third, I’m aware that we are all here from very different background, working conditions, and personal beliefs. And as the Captain it is my duty to make sure everything works out smoothly. If there are any issues, matters of concern, questions, or information that will help with the mission, please come to me and we can all discuss it as a team.’

‘Team work!’ Sk’jin cheers from where he’s perched. ‘I love it!’

Hoseok can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. Apparently, Namjoon can’t tell either.

‘All right- here is the trajectory we’re going to take to Bhumi,’ Namjoon reaches over to tap the pillar in the center. Automatically the lighting in the Bridge dims a little, the glass in the spaceshield darkens to minimize the sunlight. The top of the pillar glows before it expands outwards like a bubble and forms a massive glittering map of the galaxy Raksane Tayi was located in.

‘We’re here,’ Namjoon points at a region that glows a pale blue. ‘And Bhumi is here.’

The holograph shrinks, revealing 4 other galaxies before a pale orange glow lights up towards the edge of one of the galaxies.

‘I have plotted out 3 different sets of trajectories that will take us to Bhumi in approximately 3-4 months if we travel in warp without any interruptions or delays,’ Namjoon says as he taps on his screen. Three lines of pale blue light up and in completely different directions, lead up to the orange glow. ‘I have also plotted a few rogue trajectories, not to mention our “official” trip to Matlaab which is here.’

A red glow lights up some distance from Bhumi, within the galaxy it bordered.

‘So which trajectory do we take?’ Hoseok asks as he follows each line carefully.

‘That’s up to you,’ Namjoon replies, easily handing him his own screen. Hoseok senses the way Sk’jin’s eyes flit over this interaction. ‘Please select which route you would like to take and we will begin on that. Does anyone have any additional input, anything that might have to do with their expertise?’

Namjoon very lightly puts an emphasis on the word ‘expertise’. It’s clearly directed at Sk’jin who only tilts his head a little as he regards Namjoon with an amused expression.

‘Hoseok? Anything?’ Namjoon asks.

Hoseok looks up from Namjoon’s screen. He’s done an excellent job creating the trajectories. Minimum check-in spots, mostly all Docks, and no in-planet landing up until Matlaab which won’t be happening in the first place. They’re also all routes that are fairly used, but not too trade-heavy either.

‘Does anyone else know how to pilot?’ Hoseok asks instead.

Namjoon immediately shakes his head.

‘Not a part of my skill-set I’m afraid,’ Sk’jin replies as he steps close to the holographic map and zooms in rather randomly into a planet.

‘I have basic piloting skills.’ Yoongi replies.

‘Though it won’t be necessary and hopefully the situation will not arise, I will have to count on you to be my co-pilot,’ Hoseok nods at Yoongi. The Human GI agent just looks blankly at him for a moment before asking, ‘In what situations will I be expected to aid you Head Pilot Hoseokkie.’

Sk’jin chokes noisily while Namjoon turns his head so quickly Hoseok hears a distinct crick.

‘Um-‘ Hoseok manages to say while Sk’jin turns away from the Mast hand covering his mouth as his shoulders shake from suppressed laughter. Yoongi is still looking at him with a blank look before asking him: ‘Do you not like the nickname?’

Sk’jin apparently can’t control himself anymore and lets out a loud ‘ha!’ before he’s nearly hunched over the foot-up he had been sitting on.

‘I um- no it’s uh fine,’ Hoseok says, because honestly what else is he supposed to say at this point. ‘Situations for example in an emergency where a manual takeover is required and the balance of the ship needs to be maintained. This ship is designed for easy use by a small amount of crew- but there can be situational problems that may require you to help me maintain the internal balance of the ship so that I can fly it.’

‘Understood, Head Pilot Hoseokkie.’

Sk’jin, who had somewhat recovered, falls back into a fit of uncontrollable laughter and is nearly on the floor from the force of his laughter. Namjoon gives the Khol’isa a look of disdain before addressing the former GI agent.

‘Do you have anything you wish to add?’

‘Please do not breach security protocol under any circumstance.’

‘Of course,’ Namjoon nods. ‘Is that all?’

‘Yes Cap.’

Namjoon gives Yoongi a sort of grimace that Hoseok guesses is his attempt at smiling before he addresses Hoseok again.

‘Have you decided upon which course you would like to take-‘

‘You haven’t asked me if I have anything to contribute though?’ Sk’jin butts in, feigning innocent surprise though Sk’jin was probably expecting the Kutsoglerin to ignore him.

‘Yes, Sk’jin, do enlighten us,’ Namjoon says, his voice tight.

‘In the occasion where we get into trouble or are about to get into trouble, I would entreat all of you to take the diplomatic approach of negotiation,’ Sk’jin requests glibly. ‘Negotiations and communications is my field of expertise and I daresay I can confidently talk us out of any situation.’

‘Is that it?’ Namjoon asks pointedly.

Sk’jin nods gracefully.

‘All right then- Hoseok?’ Namjoon turns to look at him.

‘Trajectory 3,’ Hoseok replies, handing Namjoon back his screen.

‘Got it,’ Namjoon nods, looking pleased at Hoseok’s choice. ‘I’ll set up the ship. Everyone to their stations in 10 minutes. We leave in 15.’

‘Yes Captain,’ Sk’jin salutes Namjoon with a flourish and a wink that the latter ignores in favor of tapping along the screen.

‘Come on Yoongi- I feel like you and I are gonna get along really well!’ Hoseok hears Sk’jin say as he walks down the stairs to the cockpit. ‘You can call me Jin!’

Hoseok settles into his seat. The strange buzzing under his skin still hasn’t stopped. It’s the same sensation he gets in the height of on one of his own missions- but it’s intensified and he’s never felt it before the mission even starts. They haven’t even formally started on their mission and Hoseok feels like he’s seconds from diving into a war-zone.

He activates the dashboard in front of him, leaning against the control-shafts as he waits for the central command board to fully switch on. He sighs heavily, gripping the controls and familiarizing himself with the cool feel of the metal under his fingers.

They hadn’t even left Šerdesas and Hoseok can’t wait for this mission to be over.

*

‘Spaces! Oh god- is that you? , I nearly had a heart attack!’

‘Who are you?’

‘What-? Wait, how did you even get in? I didn’t hear the alarm-‘

‘Who are you?’

‘…I…I didn’t ask for you. Did something happen? Did something happen with the previous delivery? But that was over 3 months ago…’

‘Who are you?’

‘…do you maybe want to take a seat? You’re a guest now, I suppose-! Not on the floor…- that’s all right too I guess…’

‘Who are you?’

‘I’m Zhoumi…I um, thought you knew that?’

‘Who are you?’

‘…I just…I just am.’

‘Unknown term.’

‘Wait- wait! Sit down! I have a name for you!’

‘Name.’

‘Yes- I have a name for you, hahaha.’

‘Name.’

‘Right- well you see, I know someone. He has two Humans in his ship and I did some research on names. Most Humans come with 2 names. This is apparently the norm on Earth. It can increase to as many as 6-7 as well though that’s a little rare and bit too excessive if you ask me. So I found a registry of Human names. There’s a lot. But I managed to narrowed it down to a region. You bear quite a lot of resemblance to the Humans I know- feature wise, at least. So I guess I’m not too far off in guessing you’re from the same general region. Are you excited to know what name I’ve picked for you?’

‘Term: Excited.’

‘I’ll take that as a yes. What do you think about “Yoongi”?’

‘Name.’

‘Yoongi. If you want it. I have a few more but I thought it was a nice sounding name. It has a good flow to it. What do you think?’

‘Yoongi.’

‘Yes- it originally means luminous or luster I believe. I thought it would create a sort of nice contradiction with the uniform.’

‘Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA. Male. Human. Name: Yoongi.’

‘So you like it! That’s good to know, Yoongi.’

‘Who are you?’

‘I am Zhoumi. Who are you?’

‘Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA. Male. Human. Name: Yoongi.’

‘You’re …not an object Yoongi- you’re alive aren’t you? A living Being?’

‘Term: Alive.’

‘Yes. You’re a part of this universe. You have Life-force in you. You’re alive. You’re a Being. Isn’t that what they teach you in the Yisheng Headquarters?’

‘Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA. Male. Human. Name: Yoongi.’

‘…I guess you’ll get around to it eventually…right Yoongi?’

‘Yoongi.’

‘I guess you really do like it. Do you want something to drink? Water?...um, yes or no?’

‘No.’

‘So…Yoongi. Why are you here?’

‘Question. Mission statement.’

‘But I don’t have a mission for you.’

‘Question. Mission statement.’

‘…you mean, who am I?.’

‘Who are you.’

‘…I don’t know exactly how to answer that…I just. I just am. I was born and raised in Long-Huo. I um. I have a family- parents, and a younger sister. I um, like to read books, preferably from Long-Huo. I like baths. Hot baths to be specific. They’re better for my talons anyways. Do you have anything that you like to do? Do you have a family?’

‘Term: Family. Unknown.’

‘…so you’re an orphan? I’m sorry if that’s insensitive of me.’

‘Term: Unknown.’

‘…Yoongi. Where were you born? I know you’re Human. But were you born on Earth?’

‘Term: Born. Unknown. Term: Awake.’

‘Awake?…okay…um, how did you join the GI?’

‘Term: Dream. Awake. Mission.’

‘Is there  place you go back to? What do you do there? Where do you come from?’

‘Dream.’

‘…dream?…I don’t understand…Yoongi why are you here?’

‘Question. Mission statement. Sleep. Dream. Awake. Mission. Sleep. Dream. Awake. Mission.’

‘Can I…can I take a look at your helmet? Is that all right-? Oh, thank you.’

‘Mission statement.’

‘I-…Yoongi. I don’t have a mission for you. You came here on your own.’

‘Mission statement.’

‘…I do. I do have a mission for you. Come back tomorrow night. And bring your helmet with you again. Got it?’

‘Mission accepted.’

‘…good. This is good.’

‘Good luck.’

‘Yeah…I guess you’ll need it. I’ll need it too.’

*

Object measurement 1.73 meters. GLA ??. Male. Unknown. Classified. Name: - .

Being: 1.73 meters. GLA ??. Male. Human. Name: Yoongi.

*

(Author’s Note)

I am offended by the new practice video. You know, it’s totally not my favorite Japanese song from BTS and I totally haven’t watched Min Yoongi focus videos for this song. It’s fine. Everything is a-ok! It’s great. Haha. How was everyone’s week? *is not sweating nervously*

AND HAPPY GAY PRIDE MONTH AYO

*flies purple grey black flag*