The Year is 6022... 1000 years since a planet-sized supercomputer was stolen by an A.I named Aiba.
For all those years the eighth planetary nations worked together to try and find that marvel of science that was impossible to remake.
Finding a clue...
Lisa:(smile) Guess I have nothing to worry about... If you weren't a cocky dummy!
Lisa: Holding open a wormhole is extremely dangerous! Let alone being inside one!
Helix: Lisa... The Ceo of Nexstar Industries is a lead on the project, a genius like her, knows more than an amateur like you.
Lisa:(pouts)
Helix: I have to go.
Lisa: But if something were to happen to you, I...
Helix: Just say see you later, then it's guaranteed that I'll come back.
Lisa: That is not how-
Helix: Say it.
Lisa:... See you later...
Helix:... I'll think about it.
Lisa: You jerk!
Helix:(chuckles)
Helix: Love you, baby sis.
He slips behind her and leaves through the door to see a hover vehicle waiting for him.
Entering shotgun, he kisses the driver. A lady who was the same age as he was. With dark shoulder-length hair, blue-ish eyes, and legs that Helix couldn't help but glance at.
(Silver grade Gear pilot: Felicia Luvex)
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Felicia:(smiles)
???: What, don't I get a kiss?
He turns to the guy in the back seat. A blond with light blue eyes, and a red coat over a black sleeveless hood.
(Bronze grade pilot: Mick T. Foxtrot)
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Helix: In your dreams.
Felicia:(mumbels) Or mine...
Helix: What are you even doing here Mickey?
Mick: Thought I'd see your ugly mug one last time before you're gone forever.
Mick: Seriously man, not even I would take this job.
