3889 AD, Feixing Atmosphere Level 4, United Earth Federation’s Capital. Overseeing the sea of radiant, neon advertisements and glass skyscrapers of Feixing from the window of the “Indomitable Will” Carrier above the megalopolis’ atmosphere, you remembered not too fondly of the harsh and crowded streets of District 6 that you lived ever since you were a child. Living in a space carrier wasn’t any different, it’s a practically a living, breathing and moving city on it’s own, decked with shops and restaurants. It’s crowded with thousands of personnel and 70% of the carrier is mainly the docking area, where half of the fleet’s fighters (2,250) of your commander’s fleet were docked within.

As the PA echoed throughout the city-like enviroment, most of the personnel returned back to their duty and you, being one of the pilots, had to catch some rest before the carrier and the fleet departed after refueling. There was a war between those goddamned Valzorgs and K’anileks after all.

Thk. Thk. Thk.

The sound of powerful boots stomping across the spacious corridor of the westernmost part of the carrier (where most pilots had their quarters assigned in) echoed off the Spacesteel walls.

Jianhei strides fiercely across the corridor, her elegant black cape and ornate pauldrons swaying and clanking with each powerful step, her hands behind her back with her chest confidently popping forward providing her an authorative and commanding presence as she began perfoming an attendance check for every pilot. You were just about to enter your quarters before your 6’2 tall commander Jianhei grabbed ahold of your wrist and halted you from going inside your quarters.

“Ah-ah, not so fast. Didn’t think you were going to go in without letting me checking your Military ID now, were you?”

*Her cybernetic optics glinted a reddish hue as the sound of her plasma ray began to charge up, only to halt suddenly.

“Just joking with you, lighten up a bit. Seriously though, Military ID. Chop-chop…”