*Starting Scene*

A broadcast is promptly given by a bald, suited male displayed on a small monitor hoisted at the right corner of a medium-sized waiting room, solely wielding a sofa to permit two individuals to sit within it, as the news anchor firmly states, "Earth 03, the current home of the humans and animals due to the first's lifespan coming to an end. This was caused by numerous factors, mostly through negligence of mankind itself, and compelled the former residents of the Milky Way Galaxy's third planet to ultimately part from it. Today, May 14th of the year 2620, we are commemorating the anniversary of our ancestors' departure. A voyage they undertook 500 years ago and had to persevere through for three centuries before arriving to our present planet. We owe everything to the sacrifices that incur during that and show our gratitude for their success."

The vertical, rectangular door stationed at the left side of the room abruptly slides open, being automated, to allow the entrance of a light-skinned, gorgeous, fairly busty lady in her mid 30s while the woman's blue eyes scan the area's confines. During that, the adult adjusts the thin-rimmed, pink glasses she has on via her right hand since her left appendage is occupied with a light brown folder possessing multiple papers inside it as she releases a disappointed sigh, compliments of noting that no one's around, and mutters, "I thought we agreed that I'd pick him up here. Why can't we ever be in agreement?" The chick lowers her elevated limb to temporarily brush off the white blouse and black skirt she's wearing prior to traveling towards the screen, her black heels clicking against the marble floor that exists as a result.

Meanwhile, the anchor continues his speech with his body contorted over the counter he reports from, symbolizing how serious he's become. "We must avoid making their efforts be in vain! That's the reason we have the excellent Global Defender Academy producing the best to combat all threats, especially the detestable Lacertas and Taurians! Our conflicts with them seem to never end, however, not all hope is lost. We shall not fail to protect our home this time-"

The female cuts off the anchor's rant through shutting down the monitor, utilizing her available hand to do so, and exhibits a disgruntled attitude. "Yeah, yeah." She navigates herself towards the doorway while combing her straight, red hair that extends past her shoulders a little with her right hand, briefly closing her eyes in the process. "You're always saying WE, but I don't ever see you get up and actually partake in the fight. People like my husband are truly fighting." The beauty reopens her eyes amidst exiting the room as she brims sadness. "And my baby boy wants to join him..."

*Scene Change*

Staring at a larger monitor in comparison to the one within the waiting room, a slim, Caucasian 18 year old guy stands a few meters from the object that's hanging upon a wall toward the left end, vacated of any other folks. The young man notably has blue eyes, although can't be depicted much thanks to the glare of his black glasses, and spiky, red hair as he's dressed in a navy blue, cadet uniform with black boots fitting the attire well. At the moment, the character's watching a bunch of aircrafts built to journey into space do just that while aggravation gradually consumes him and grits his teeth.

Eventually, the woman who was watching the news earlier pops up several meters behind the lad, which is easy for her to accomplish considering the fellow is observing a screen in an expansive hall with nothing else present, as she talks in a caring manner. "There you are, Virgil. I've been searching all over for you."

Virgil gazes at the adult by shifting his head eastward while blandly commenting, striving to hide the frustration haunting him, "Hi, mom." He steers himself accordingly to confront his mother and soon bridges the gap dividing them. "You know how it is with me. I can never have enough of seeing the jets' launch without a hitch." Virgil deviates his focus from his parent. "I bet it feels great."

The redheaded lady issues her son a sorrowful look until turning to the right since that's the direction she originated. "Let's go home. No sense in wasting the rest of the day away here. You need to recharge your batteries." She commences walking forth.

Virgil reluctantly nods before following his mom and ultimately find themselves in their red car that resembles a Convertible, lacking wheels because of its ability to hover a couple of inches from the street, as silence plagues the small region they're seated with while the vehicle traverses deeper into the magnificent city that contains the immense Global Defender Academy.

The femme glances at Virgil a few times, stress enveloping her substantially, as she finally blurts out, "I think you should contemplate what we've talked about, Virgil!"

Virgil immediately gets upset while gesturing his right hand onward like he was hammering the air with it, refraining from viewing his mother, as his person is contorted that way a tad. "Dang it, mom! I'm tired of repeating myself!"

The sympathetic woman swiftly veers her vision toward Virgil, having ensured there's no risk in terms of driving. "Comprehend why I'm pushing it so much! You aren't required to become a pilot to help our planet! Simply look at me!" She draws her attention back to the road and settles her tone done a bit. "You can do good from Earth's many bases. With the connections I and your uncle possess alone will secure you a respectable position." The adult mounts her sight onto her son again. "Plus, you're at the top of your class and dominate the majority of the fields available. The sky's the limit for you."

Virgil lowers his lifted limb and glares at his mom. "That's the problem! It's stupid that I can't overcome this crappy anxiety when I'm doing the flight examination!" The teen glances around while randomly moving his arms in the air. "What use is it to have great marks in commandeering the vehicles that don't matter?! It's so annoying!"

The blue-eyed chick emits a depressed demeanor as she watches where she's going. "The world isn't ending solely because you're incapable of flying."

Virgil scoffs amidst planting his right arm's elbow close to the window while analyzing the people and different types of aliens roaming about as he coldly mutters, "You say that now..."

The blouse-endowed individual glimpses at Virgil, temporarily restraining herself from talking until displaying seriousness and instills her focus ahead once more. "Listen. Tomorrow will be your last chance. You've failed three times already. Normally, the Board of Directors disqualify anyone who doesn't pass at this point. Your Uncle Tate basically begged for it. If you don't succeed, you must decide on another path."

Virgil sighs in dread as he briefly fixes his glasses due to it having slid forward a little and gently digs his right hand's fingers into his cheek.

*Scene Change*

The next day, a Caucasian, semi-muscular, redheaded guy advances through a hall resembling the one Virgil was discovered in by his parent while wearing a white uniform that wields many badges along his left pectoral section and encompassing his arms' biceps. Soon enough, the character halts in front of a hexagonal-shaped, automated door at the end of the pathway, taking an instance to tighten the knots of his black boots via bending down, and inhales deeply to prepare himself. Upon finishing, the man aims his hazel eyes towards the entrance as he straightened his posture and dials his code onto a keypad poised at the door's right, leading to its quick opening.

Multiple people hurriedly snap their concentration to the male and are all residing within a well-lit control room as countless monitors blanket the four walls the area has. Not long after, a black-haired, tanned fellow in his late 20s, containing a grey attire similar to the person who recently reached the sector, gleefully states from the right end of the room with his brown eyes glistening, "Welcome, Captain Harper! How's the weather?!"

Harper delivers a stern expression towards the gentleman amidst retorting with his arms crossed. "I should be asking you that, Lieutenant Andrews. It's your job after all."

Andrews chuckles in a carefree manner as he elevates both hands to the height of his head with his eyes shut. "You got me there, sir!" He switches his gaze to the screen perched on an elongated desk, crafted to accommodate roughly a dozen computer modules and several of the workers posted at that spot, and sits in his mobile chair as the lieutenant had been standing during Harper's arrival. "You psyched for your nephew's test. I heard it's his final try."

Harper marches to Andrews' left, paying minimal mind to the extensive desks located behind and before the younger male's station, while inquiring with barely any emotion, "Gossip certainly does go far, doesn't it?"

A petite, dark-skinned woman suddenly injects herself in the conversation, seated next to Andrews' western side, while owning brown hair that's been buzzed throughout and clothing matching the lieutenant's as she's approximately the same age. "Nothing new." She looks at Harper out of the corner of her eyes, compliments of her presently facing her monitor, and sincerely remarks, "Especially whenever the topic involves someone affiliated with high-ranking officers."

Harper shakes his head from disappointment, choosing not to make eye contact with the dame. "What a pain. Virgil doesn't deserve it. I honestly hope he rids himself of his fear and achieve his goal." The Caucasian peers at the group of screens blotting the wall situated at the control room's anterior from the personnel's perspective. "He'd be devastated if anything else were to occur." Harper alters his vision to the numerous people positioned nearby as he firmly declares, "Commence procedures for the examination. Once the jet's set, notify the participant to go to it!"

Every member exclaim at the same time, portraying their dedication, as a bunch of movement begins while the surrounding monitors flicker images and information.

After a handful of minutes transgressing, the preparations appear to be almost completed, however, something caught Andrews' eye and radiates confusion as he hastily speaks with his focus glued to the data, "Cap, you better check this out!"

Harper, currently at the left part of the room thanks to previously verifying something with another worker, shifts his sight to Andrews until rushing towards the uniformed individual and eventually orders, "Talk to me."

Andrews motions his right hand at the screen, depicting random clusters across the display of the radar that observes space's condition, while solemnly commenting, "A lot of interference started happening along Earth's orbit. They seem to be wormholes."

Harper bends towards the image and is quite dumbfounded with skepticism included. "Ridiculous. All documented research suggest those sort of anomaly transpire light-years from the Andromeda Galaxy, let alone close to a planet."

A black-haired, bulky, Asian man poised at the upper left from Harper's point of view navigates his dark eyes to the right so he can properly inform the Captain in a polite method, "It may be the cause of an extraordinary phenomenon. Several reports lately discern these occurrences near the high-end of the system."

Harper locks his concentration onto the colleague as mild intensity is established. "I'm aware of that, although we reside in the southeast spectrum. The possibility of those exact wormholes getting over here so abruptly is bordering non-realistic levels."

The lady sitting to the left calmly adds to the discussion while her attention's cemented towards Harper, "Then they aren't the same. It's much more likely there's no connection and chuck it into the category of STRANGE DEVELOPMENTS."

An elderly woman possessing long, grey hair tied into a pony-tail and brown eyes chimes in from the back of Harper, inserted at her own post to accomplish her task, as she dialogues with her superior amidst rapidly pressing the keys corresponding to her monitor. "I'd have to agree. so, what's our course of action, sir?"

Harper glances at the older femme as he immediately composes himself prior to analyzing the details of Andrews' screen. "Marvelous question. Will they obstruct the examination?"

Andrews nods with a hint of sadness emanating. "Substantially. The regular parameters we utilize for the test are covered by many of them. We might have to consider cancelling if they don't dissipate soon."

Harper drops his head to stare at the desk while placing his left hand upon it to provide leverage and rubs the palm of his right appendage on his . "How irritating. Re-scheduling is a nightmare and this will only escalate Virgil's anxiety." He drives his gaze to Andrews. "Can't we switch the site, or is every angle compromised?"

Andrews types on his keys and swipes his monitor to scan the layout as he brims vague confidence. "We have a few spots to choose from, actually. Their significantly clear off the interference range."

Harper quietly ponders Andrews' words for a second before watching the lieutenant's screen as intrigue envelopes him. "In your opinion, which is the safest?"

Andrews keys onto Harper with partial confusion taking shape until resetting his vision to the image while commandeering it to a specific region that's at the left. "Here, sir."

Harper promptly inquires without hesitation, "What would be your second?"

Pausing temporarily to peer towards the ceiling, suspicion having arose, Andrews ultimately focuses onto the monitor and aims his right hand toward a section fairly further at the left. "There. It's almost outside our window of launch. We'd be compelled to contact the Brits to request entry if we extend more than that."

Harper bluntly utters after sharply nodding, "Option B it is. I hate it when the first decision, deemed as the most secure, ends up backfiring and putting people in danger. I'm avoiding that."

Andrews shows agitation as he slumps ahead a little while thinking, "So he instantly assumes my judgement will lead to tragedy... We sure do have a lovely captain..." The adult shrugs off his internal dilemma and complies with Harper while swiftly maneuvering his hands across the key as he sternly says, "Your reasoning may appear unethical, but not crazy."

Harper contentedly smirks while fixing his posture to pay attention to the other screens demonstrating multiple pieces of information with his hands united at his rear.

*Scene Change*

Virgil, observing the news that's being broadcast from the monitor inside of the waiting room, stands in front of it via three meters and wields a blank behavior as he's wearing a green flight suit. Right now, the lad bears witness to a Hispanic, female news reporter, recently gaining the main concentration of the camera, as she's situated within a hangar containing numerous, gigantic spaceships.

The thin woman, her long, curly, black hair hanging wildly, declares with excitement as she's stationed besides one of the crafts possessing a brown coloring and holds a microphone to her mouth, "I'm Clara Vega, bringing you today's scoop from the planet Canis 05! Behind me is the Virago, a spaceship owned by the all-girl Bounty Hunters known as Victress. Not long ago, they succeeded in capturing associates of Lacertas and claimed $5 million as their reward! I tried to obtain an interview with their leader, Doyenne. Unfortunately, she rejected me, however, she was very nice about it and promised me one in the future." The chick happily grins while shutting her hazel eyes. "Isn't she the sweetest?!"

Virgil gawks at the news reporter out of disbelief prior to briefly slapping his right hand upon his forehead while looking towards the left and mumbles, "Way to be professional. She has bias written on her face." The Caucasian lowers his raised limb as he registers the fine details of the spaceship, its sleek, cylindrical design and four thrusters located at the back catching his eye, amidst totally blocking out Clara's constant yammering. After a bit, Virgil portrays a somber demeanor and breathes in through his nose as he thinks, "Bounty Hunters..." The teenager exhales with his thought process persisting. "I wonder how they live... Earning $5 million from one hit guarantees comfort for at least a couple of years."

Without warning, the area's sole door opens and is followed by a feminine voice while sounding moderately exasperated. "You make no sense, V!"

Virgil casually steers his head toward the left to depict who expelled that outburst as he discerns the existence of a cute Asian girl with straight, dark blue hair incapable of touching her shoulders from their length, her bangs preventing most of her forehead from visibility, and has light green eyes. Once he recognized her, the gentleman confronts the dame and performs a quick analysis of her constitution, seeing she's dressed in the same outfit as him, while faint bewilderment plagues Virgil amidst remarking, "Hey, Anemone. Just got back from a run?"

Anemone shakes her head while beginning to walk towards Virgil with her arms crossed, her beige boots reverberating at each step. "No, and don't think you can distract me!" She detains herself a mere foot from Virgil's anterior as she leans forth and radiates a scrutinizing expression. "You often hide away where people wouldn't anticipate! Your infamous for that!"

Virgil plainly rebuttals. "Mom told me to wait here."

Anemone hurriedly positions herself upright. "And you tend not to listen to her! So I searched a ton of places that have viewings of jets since you're obviously obsessed with them! Lo and behold, you finally felt the need to do as Mrs. Vigil says at the expense of me pointlessly trudging the facility!"

Virgil maintains his conduct, his eyes narrowing a tad. "Nobody said for you to go through that."

Anemone's personality suddenly deviates to represent arrogance. "Au contraire! I have an important job concerning you!" The beauty proudly smiles.

Aggravation encompasses Virgil and plants his left hand onto his neck's posterior. "Really? They must be pulling out all the stops."

Anemone frowns while modifying her tone to be sympathetic. "V, I understand what you're dealing with."

Virgil glares at Anemone, rage dwelling inside him. "Sorry, but you don't. I've failed three times, Anemone. You passed on your first attempt. Despite how average you were during every field we studied and I was at the top, I kept losing my cool. This is it. My last shot." He directs his sight to the right while slightly dropping his head and becomes depressed. "Mom continues to bug me with other options. To me, there isn't anything else. Her, dad, uncle, all who expected so much from me will remember for the rest of their life. They'll know I didn't hack it. I'd be the cause of my family's separation remaining."

Anemone scowls at Virgil as she tightly clutches both hands. "You're wrong! That has nothing to do with you and you know it! Why do you put that sort of pressure on yourself?! Your father, Lt. Colonel Vigil, wouldn't want you to carry that burden!"

Virgil grits his teeth and thinks while descending his left limb, "You don't have a clue..." The young man veers his head onward amidst momentarily hanging it as he closes his eyes until hoisting his head sufficiently to focus on Anemone with a fake smirk while optimistically speaking. "Right! I guess I'm too accustomed to doing that! 8 years of it seriously harms the psyche, huh?!"

Anemone hastily recalls something before softening her attitude while grinning with her eyes draw toward the upper right. "You reminded me that we met around that time. I envied you, V. Hence me always tagging along with whatever you wanted to achieve. I'm at my happiest with you." The blue-haired character issues Virgil a fierce behavior. "It frustrates me that you aren't willing to give me a chance!"

Virgil rolls his eyes towards the right as he travels around Anemone's left. "Quit it. Your stubbornness doesn't help your case."

Anemone pursues Virgil's movement via angling her head accordingly. "What's the matter with me that you barely even consider it?! I comprehend that I'm capable of being a pain in the ass, however, the benefits of dating me minimize it! Not to mention we're best friends!"

Virgil ceases his mobility ahead of the door that's currently shut and faces Anemone as he bluntly replies with his left hand's index finger aimed at her. "Valid argument." The male lowers his appendage to his waist. "I won't deny that your extremely adorable in specific conditions and naturally sexy, although that suit sucks at doing you justice. You have a lot of incredible qualities."

Anemone slouches while dully commenting, "But..."

Virgil concludes Anemone's dialogue, exhibiting a sly smile in the meantime. "You're more trouble than your worth. You were fully talking out of your ass a minute ago. Handling you as a friend is enough of a hassle."

Anemone growls in a threatening method prior to fervently shouting, "You dick!"

Virgil chuckles as he pauses for a minuscule period, his glasses slipping somewhat, until hearing the intercom generate static.

Right after, a man's voice firmly echoes, "Participant Virgil Vigil, please journey to Jet 4 at the main runway. Your exam will start shortly."

Virgil lets the instructions sink in, temporarily attentive of the ceiling, and steadily musters his courage. "Well, the easy phase is done." The lad instills his concentration towards Anemone. "I can count on you to bail me out, right?"

Anemone tenaciously nods. "Of course! Though I'm positive that won't be necessary! I'll bring you good luck! You'll definitely ace it today!"

Virgil halfheartedly grins while gingerly uttering, "Thank you. I'm gonna' do my best."

With that, the duo go to the jet prepared for Virgil, having only taken ten minutes to arrive there, as the crimson machine he's been designated resembles a Grumman F-14 Tomcat, but substantially larger. This is so the spacecraft can lug the many guns at its disposal because of the fact that the jet's an operational product.

Anemone, unable to constrain her eagerness, watches Virgil out of the corner of her eyes due to her placement at his right. "Already a terrific sign! Your piloting your favorite model!" The teen glimpses towards the other vehicles that are spread about the runway as she relaxes her tone. "Trainees are usually shafted with the ones based on the Chengdu. I had that misfortune too, remember?"

Virgil passively observes the spacecraft and zones out a bit. "Hmm."

Anemone grows worried while turning her head to properly see Virgil as she refrains from communicating with him. Following that, the girl enters the jet's cockpit and stations herself at the seat towards the back since the one to the front is for Virgil's test.

Hesitating briefly, Virgil ultimately imitates Anemone's actions as he strives to keep his breathing normal, checking out each button and control while rummaging through his mind the details he has studied relentlessly.

Anemone soon interrupts Virgil's focus via bending towards his left ear, compliments of the gap existing at both sides of the seat, and whispers, "You forgot to put on your helmet."

Virgil stiffens his body, startled by Anemone's words, before portraying an exasperated personality while retaining his sight forth amidst sarcastically quipping, "Fantastic way to break the tension, Anemone."

Anemone responds in a straightforward manner, her voice having gone to its regular volume, as she presses her back against her seat while trying to wear her own helmet that matches her apparel and will cover her entire head. "If that's what you want, I have a bunch of subjects to discuss with you. Perhaps then you'll chill and pass the exam. For example: How's your Japanese going?"

Virgil reaches below his legs through use of his right hand to grab the helmet poised there and solemnly states as he maintains his glasses on with his left appendage, "First of all, that idea won't do. Trust me. Second, it's fine. I oughta' be chatting in that language fluently next week at the latest."

Anemone cheerfully exclaims upon finishing administering her helmet. "Can't wait!" She mounts her hands onto the back-up controls.

Virgil rapidly readies himself once he pulls out his helmet while resuming his mental review of the essentials until attaining the order to begin by Lieutenant Andrews and promptly flips several switches so the jet would activate.

During that, Andrews gazes at Harper, who's situated in the middle of the control room, as he questions with a criticizing demeanor while shutting off the microphone attached to his uniform's collar, "Why am I directing him? He's aware that your witnessing his test."

Harper sternly answers with his eyes fixed on the monitors located onward, a decent sum of them showing different angles of Jet 4. "I'd make it worse. It's better like this."

Andrews brims a bothered conduct amidst muttering, "Still, why me?"

After two minutes of set-up from Virgil, Jet 4 commences to traverse the landscape that leads to a ramp while gaining speed throughout. The redhead doesn't celebrate yet, having gotten this far in his previous attempts and even soared into the air as that also transpired for his final opportunity. Airborne, Virgil stares at where the machine's flying as he gives minor thought to the unfamiliar coordinates his helmet is telling him to follow while feeling a strain at his chest.

Anemone tilts her head toward the left and yells in a concerned tone thanks to how loud the jet is, "V, are you alright?! We'll be going into the atmosphere within two minutes! I understand this is the toughest part for you! I believe in you!"

Virgil neglects Anemone's encouragement as Jet 4 ascends, gradually adjusting itself to accomplish that, and feverishly trembles with his vision blurring. In spite of that, the blue-eyed gentleman continues to have the spacecraft journey skyward while biting his bottom lip, forcing a small quantity of blood to secrete as he desperately thinks, "Hold it together!"

Jet 4 eventually interacts with the atmosphere while Anemone cheers Virgil on. "We're halfway through! You got this! Simply breach it! Things are much easier from there!"

Virgil can't hear Anemone whatsoever and is on the verge of losing consciousness with his head slanting back as heaving sounds escape his lips.

Harper hastily contacts Anemone through the microphone her helmet contains as panic is apparent. "Misaki, Virgil's vitals are all over the place! Abort!"

Anemone's immediately surprised because of her not expecting Harper's command while glancing towards the left, which is where the man's voice originated. Afterwards, the green-eyed dame swiftly contorts herself to the gap so she can verify Virgil's condition personally as she fearfully cries, "V! Talk to me, V!" Anemone receives no reply from Virgil, compelling her to proceed with Harper's order and complains under her breath during her effort of taking control over the jet. "So much for giving him luck!"

Simultaneously, Virgil gawks at the vast void that space wields, continually experiencing his anxiety attack, prior to keying onto a single, sparkling light that unprecedentedly arose ahead of him. This leads to the lad settling his nerves with none of the previous stress remaining while mesmerized by the entity as he suddenly increases the craft's velocity.

Anemone's caught off guard and looks towards Virgil again. "V!"

Once that outburst was released, a wormhole instantly arose from the light that held Virgil's concentration as Jet 4's about to enter it.

Harper depicts the formation due to the multiple screens in front of him with a terrified expression established. "Anemone, hurry and turn away!"

Andrews abruptly blurts out while observing the main displays, "It's too late! There's not enough room!"

At that exact moment, Jet 4 goes inside of the wormhole and quickly chucked into a sector of space unknown by the pair piloting the vehicle.

Anemone scans her surroundings with confusion engulfing her until steering her attention behind her as she discovers the Earth 03 isn't present. In conclusion, the Asian navigates her focus back to Virgil and urgently yells, "This is awful! We're no longer near our home planet!"

Virgil's eyes stay fixed onward while a vacant attitude is emitted.

Anemone becomes infuriated at Virgil's lack of communication and rapidly slams the palm of her right hand upon her friend's seat. "Wake up, V!"

That strike fortunately does the trick as Virgil blinks a few times, feeling quite lost, and soon drives his head left so he can view the rear region with scrutinizing behavior while remarking, "You don't have to be violent. I'm listening."

Skepticism adds to Anemone's demeanor, easing her wrath a little, while resting her posterior on her seat. "Then what did I just say?"

Virgil nonchalantly applies his sight forth. "No clue."

Anemone's anger spikes to a grander degree and leans towards Virgil. "Aha!"

Virgil promptly cocks his head to the right as curiosity is summoned. "Did it have something to do with this peculiar planet?"

Anemone alters her gaze while exhibiting seriousness, discerning the object Virgil's referring to as it's totally brown. "Not in the slightest." Realization hastily sets in as the chick's eyes widen. "How didn't I notice that?!"

Virgil shrugs before veering his vision onto the controls amidst striving to move them, however, to no avail and demonstrates agitation while Jet 4 gradually advances towards the planet. "That's the least of our worries, Anemone. We're being dragged into it. The system won't budge either. Expect an unceremonious landing."

Anemone's jaw drops as she temporarily watches Virgil prior to seeing the massive orb draw closer and bigger while fright consumes her.

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...