[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019ab12c-a725-71ad-a1c5-66697279982b.webp[/img][/center] [indent][i]A letter to the Director of Project Warbird,[/i][/indent] [indent][indent][i]from the oversight subcommittee chairman.[/i][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][i]Dear Director,[/i][/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][indent][i]I want to thank you in advance for your openness in response to our subcommittee's request for more information. We were... satisfied to learn of your success in the recent skirmish on the outer edges of our solar system. We had hoped that, due to the nature of the agreement that the United States government signed that we would have been informed privately before a public release. Though I am glad you took the opportunity to shine the light on the situation. I know that your project has enjoyed a large degree of freedom with very little scrutiny in the past few years. It is not our intention to disrupt such a... 'progressive' military program, but instead to find a way we can work together in a manner that befits all our responsibilities. I am certain that you will agree. And we look forward to making this review process as painless as we possibly can.[/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [hr] [center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a58cc-335c-728b-81b4-5b6cf0452251.webp[/img][/center] [quote][color=#f07244]“Let's get to introductions, I'm the Warbird, I'd like you to explain yourselves in ways that don't mean I have to demand you come to the Pentagon for questioning.”[/color][/quote] [color=483D8B][/color] Jaime felt his arm shift, but shoved his arm behind his back before it had completed the transition to weapon. [color=6495ED]"[b]No![/b]"[/color] Jaime said out loud, both the '[i]Warbird[/i]' and the Nova turned to look at him as he shook his arm behind his back, feeling it return to its normal shape. [color=6495ED]"I mean uh-"[/color] He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. Would the chuckle transmit through space by whatever wizardry he was communicating via? [color=483D8B][/color] Question answered. [color=6495ED]"I'm the uh, Blue Beetle, and I'd rather not go to the Pentagon, if you wouldn't mind-"[/color] [color=483D8B][/color] [color=6495ED]"She just blew up an entire fleet of aliens. I'm not going to piss her off."[/color] Ignoring Blue casually talking to himself, Sam shot forward and offered the [i]Warbird[/i] a quick mock salute. [color=DAA520]"Call me Nova. Your resident SuperNova Commando, here for all your alien-warfare needs."[/color] He bowed his head exuberantly towards her, a massive grin plastered over his face. His dad was gone, his dad was missing, and all he could think about was how [i]insane[/i] it was that he was out here in space, fighting aliens. Just like every story his dad had told him growing up. This was it, this was his moment. He'd find his dad, and together. Together, they'd be the father-son duo that this planet needed to keep it safe. He'd see the Galaxy, finally in control of his own destiny.