Colony Fleet DC 2218-B
Glass-like walls erected at the center of a white room reflected a glint of light before finally retreating into the floor, revealing a woman in a perfectly fitted tinted white suit that traced her healthy body. Her blonde hair was still wet from the shower.
Her cold eyes flickered to the side as the white wall behind her became transparent and showed a trail of particle dusts flowing at the side of the flag ship. She immediately rotated to face the display.
Particle dust is a space phenomenon earlier discovered to be able to bridge bio and artificial. Every scientists in the fleet might be running around to try and capture even a bottle of it. The stream could easily disappear.
Shifting her weight on one foot, her eyes steadily watched the trail. The sight seemed to warm the coldness within. Although, a pioneer during the closing of the war, her desire at the moment was to admire the colorful dusts.
After a moment, the stream disappeared from view, snapping her out of trance. She shook her head noticing that she had wasted a few seconds before strolling to a corner, summoning a panel.
"Five minutes.." She said to herself, "An hour."
"Asellie L. Online."
Another hologram appeared at her side showing an image of her and two other women beside a cliff overlooking a river. A sign of sadness instantly appeared in her eyes while she stared at the photo. It was captured a long time ago, when she was still on the surface of an abandoned homeworld. The trio were very elusive from camera and this was the only best angle she could procure from a lost friend.
She didn't mind the seconds wasted in her reverie. It would take hours if she had to. After spending decades inside her pod, she is back to reality and the pain started to return. Of the three in the photo, only two of them are left--separated in service of The Syndicates. The one who's lost left a deep wound that won't heal.
Asellie focused her attention to the woman with black hair on the photo. Even though her back was completely turned, Asellie could still clearly remember her face. She was the most perfect individual she had ever known. Yet, she is gone. Lost in the coldness of space after a flash of flowery light.
Their friendship was never ending. But what made Asellie envy her was that she bound the man they both love. On her death, she sealed his fate while Asellie loathed him for his inability to protect her friend at that time. But now that he's gone never to show himself ever again, a screaming pain had sheltered in her chest.
He had made Asellie colder and she needed him for that. A proof that she doesn't love like a normal person. She is, of course, one of the Lost Generation, after all.
There was guilt in Asellie's heart. With her friend gone, she was relieved that she could at least have a chance with him.
Turning her eyes to the third person with violet hair on the photo, Asellie smiled knowing that the most hyperactive person she knew was a few fleets away.
The holograms displayed countless of calculations and information which Asellie read in a few minutes before she proceeded to the shifting side of the wall.
A part of the wall extended and offered her a pair of white gloves and an agent gauntlet. Upon fixing the gauntlet on her left arm, a mask automatically covered her face extending from her suit.
She was about to retrieve her Deval's agent coat when she caught sight of her private stash located at the far end of the shifting wall. She froze as if she's looking at a bottomless pit.
Let's cut it. I'm not mentally prepared to write.
Let's do it piece by piece until I get that velocity.