Morning 2: CH 1 Part 4 The Strategic Briefing

MORNING 2: CHAPTER 1, PART FOUR: The Strategic Briefing The digital tracking digits on the living room display panel shifted seamlessly past the 6:10 AM mark as the task force settled deeply into the plush leather seating booths. Reaper 800 stood confidently before his elite council, his hands loosely tucked into his Old Money black vest pockets while his blue diamond Final Fantasy XIV crystal necklace remained hidden safely behind his shirt collar. Reaper 800: Alright, let's establish our baseline parameters. First, I need to let you all know that I am officially married to Vesperine. You see that heart necklace she is wearing? On my home planet, everyone wears a sacred necklace when they get married to lock down their vows. To be honest, I have absolutely no idea what kind of marriage protocol the locals use here on Planet Earth. Liang Huàn: Oh, wow. Congratulations to you both, partner. On this planet, civilians do not utilize ceremonial necklaces. They place a metallic band known as a ring directly onto the fourth finger of the left hand. That single metric signals that a marriage has been legally finalized, so better keep that mind loop active while you are out in the open sectors. Xuánlong: Oh yeah! Finally, my little half-sister is getting married to her future husband! You're completely safe now, Vesperine, away from that absolute punk of a king, Sheree’s dad! Both Tiderider and Shiori Kyomu blinked their eyes in a total, synchronized state of confusion, looking at each other before turning their gazes back to the Master Creator. Tiderider: Wait, who exactly is her dad? Reaper 800: Her father is King Aurelius, the absolute monarch of the High Elves. And to clear up the tracking metrics, Sheree is an official elven princess. Shiori Kyomu’s jaw instantly dropped completely unhinged to the floorboards in an extreme, classic Naruto-style frozen face, a massive cartoon sweat drop popping right over her long twin braids as she gripped her obsidian scythe in pure, deadpan shock! Shiori Kyomu: King Aurelius?! I’ve heard rumors of his high-spec military power across the spatial rifts, but I had absolutely no idea he was related to this loop! And wait a second, Master... did you just say she's a princess? That means you have a second queen girlfriend! Exactly how many harems do you have active in your system registry?! Tiderider: How about we see that later? We need to get on with the machine data and find out what is ongoing in the city sectors right now. Reaper 800: Fair enough. Did any of you read today's newspaper letters or check the news TV shows by any chance? Specifically, did you spot the strange flying object patrolling the night sky? Tiderider: Now that you're mentioning that, I did. I saw it myself with my own camera-shutter eyes! I was certain it was just a local test pilot maneuvering an advanced tech-suit, but the velocity was too high for a normal civilian. I couldn't get a scan on her. Xuánlong: I saw it on the front page of the morning newspaper layout. The reporters were calling it a weird unidentified object in the sky, trailing a massive stream of plasma fire like an explosive meteor crashing over the city boundaries. Reaper 800: Well, about that tracking data... that is not a meteor or a civilian aircraft. That is a fully active, high-velocity weaponized mecha suit. And that is exactly why I'm breaking down these parameters for you now. The reason why three of you are so terrified of Vantablack is because he functions as my official Iron Guard vanguard. He always uses his Havoc element to protect my bedroom door from my obsessed girlfriends sneaking inside at midnight. But the bigger issue is that I never expected Pom-Pom to arrive on Planet Earth. Let me reveal the undercover truth: I am originally from outer space. That's why I mentioned my home planet. I wasn't born here—I am the Aeon of Soul, also known across the galaxy as a Primordial Cosmic God. There are other deities like me, but they follow completely different paths. Shiori Kyomu’s eyes widened into massive, blank white circles, her forehead covered in thick comedic despair lines as she staggered back. Shiori Kyomu: You're actually from our space?! So that means you're an alien life form, Master?! Tiderider: So you're telling me that thing in the sky at nighttime is an alien?! Oh, dear Lord, what does it become to? My hydraulic fluid can barely process this influx! Liang Huàn let out a sophisticated, analytical puff of cyan sub-zero vapor from his deer skull mask, tapping his Glacial Scalpel cane against the rug tiles to silence the android's panic loop. Liang Huàn: No, you idiot. They're human beings like odd but different. They look like humans but they're different, they're from a different group from the galaxy. Reaper 800 traveled from planet to planet of the nameless, and he's part of the member Astral Express. I believe the member of Astral Express in his house know that the other galaxy group in his house well. So that's why they need our help to deal with them. But I need to deal with the most danger group. The rest of you are references—deal with them, show them around, show them the tour, show them the way of our planet. And they have to wear like us and follow the rule by the mayor Mayflower. Do not let them know they're from our space ever come out. There will be panic and freak out if you know what I mean. As the tactical weight of the mission settled over the booths, Xuánlong turned her sharp crimson eyes toward the kitchen traction grid. Spotting the tiny, red-coated conductor standing there nervously, her disciplined expression melted into an absolute cartoon sparkle-eyes gaze. She leaned over the table, her massive emerald-grey dragon tail wagging happily. Xuánlong: So you're Pom-Pom! Vesperine told me all about you! Thank you so much to look at my little sister and you're so cute! Pom-Pom’s long furry ears instantly flapped wildly in pure, triumphant joy, his face flushing pink as he puffed out his chest and looked over at Vantablack with a massive, arrogant shonen smirk! Pom-Pom: Oh, thank you so much! Finally! Someone understands me! I'm more cute than Vantablack! Liang Huàn: I have a tactical question for the conductor. How did you travel to the planet? Pom-Pom: Well, it's very hard to landing! So I use the train to travel to space! Reaper 800: OK, so here is my plan. Liang Huàn, you deal with the Stellaron Hunters. The leader is a black cat, and trust me—he sees the future, so beware. And here is the map where they are, because thank you to Vantablack, we know they're right next to the city and I believe they had a base in the forest. Liang Huàn nodded firmly, downloading the neon-cyan data overlays straight into his terminal mask. Reaper 800: Tiderider, I want you to deal with the Astral Express because they are three young adults who are troublemakers, and there are two adults with Pom-Pom. Can you handle that? Tiderider: Of course! You leave it to me. I've dealt with troublemakers. Reaper 800: Shiori Kyomu, I want you to deal with the winner other group from the galaxy, and trust me—behave yourself because there's a powerful sword fighter, so beware on her. And Xuánlong, I want you to deal with the plus one. There are three of them, but one of them because they are two young adults and one adult. The task force slammed their fists together, their minds completely synced as they prepared to launch the citywide tour operations. They stood ready in the lounge, waiting for the upper doors to unlock. Reaper 800: Oh, the other thing is, I'm gonna show you the Night 2 event what really happened. Turning on the master TV monitor terminal, Reaper 800 activated the playback files, launching a full, high-definition recap of Night 2's alchemical chaos as the squad watched in complete amusement.