[u][b]July 8th, 9:00 AM
Coast City Celestial Observation Center.[/b][/u]

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A pair of hands slammed down on the counter. For some time now, Preston had been watching the news, watching what was going on with the Republic and the Federation. 

He should have been there, he should have swooped in and stopped it all before things got to this point. Unfortunately, he was at work, sitting in the lunch room, watching the news unfold through a TV screen. 

"That's it." Preston swiftly turned around and began to walk out. He wasn't going to stand idly by any longer. He had already wasted enough time at work, and it was his neglegence that allowed something like this to happen. Hopefully, he wasn't going to be the only one there. Even if he was a space cop, he couldn't settle a warzone on his own. He'd need to be careful. No extravagant shows of force, just enough work to get them to put their arms down. 

The battle was mostly over. Preston could almost feel lives being taken. All he could do now was keep anyone from making last minute decisions that would hurt a whole lot more people than anyone intended. 

He pushed open the doors to the lab and walked out into the open. He rounded his way into an alleyway, making sure that nobody was around. His ring was slipped on, and in a green fire his clothes were turned into his heroing suit. 

He ascended, his body glowing green. Preston needed to move fast. He didn't have time to fly at a fair pace, he had to push himself. He had to move as fast as his ring would allow!