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[HEADING=3]Transport Ship Everything Under the Sun[/HEADING]
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A transport ship quietly zips through the Void, as it should. The Void is cold and mysterious, only the Super Soldiers known as the Vanguards and Wardens have been able to harness the powers of this plane of existence or rather plane inbetween existence. A universal membrane gently presses against the cargo hold of the ship as a single pod, iced in the glass disappears.
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[HEADING=3]The Day After...[/HEADING]
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Two people, a man and a woman, stood by the cargo ship as it docked with another asteroid, a resupply area of most commerce. One of the people, clearly a superior angrily looked at other.
"You lost her?! How many of the Magus Satellites does she have control of?" he barked.
"Magus' 0 through 5." the female replied.
The superior's eyes became slanted as he gritted his teeth.
"You do realize that when she finds out about this, my head is going to held for her on a silver platter right?"
"Connection is still established, and she can directly contact her, but... finding a way back. It's not possible as of now."
"God help wherever she is now... Aurora-1... The PERFECT clone of the legendary founder of the Alopex Unit, Winter Madelynn Anderson...."