Allan Thomson was sleeping peacefully on his soft bed, snoring loudly as he smiled on whatever he was dreaming this time in his life. He tossed and turned from his stomach to his back, then crawled to a fetal position snuggling with his pillow that was being smothered by his dirty hair and rancid breathe. Dawn broke out through his window, shining a light through a small circular window. It covered the human all the way up to his face. He ducked under the cover and calmly went back to sleep. Before he could start again a frantic alarm blasted though his surroundings, causing him to flinch underneath. His arms and hands swiveled up and down violently trying to find the alarm clock. He grasped to his left and felt one of two wooden side tables and searched for the clock. Soon he discovered a plastic vibrating object the alarm clock buzzing infinitely while playing a catchy jazz tune from its speakers. He pushed the button once, but no click. A second time, harder, still no click. This third time he grabbed the clock and threw it across the now-lighted room which smashed into a steel wall covered in beige wall paper. Even with the violent action the alarm clock continued to buzz and play the jazz music even louder. The human sighed.

"Alright…alright…you win, I'll get up" he said to himself sleepily. He slowly got up which he could be recognized. Messy black hair, green eyes, and pearly white teeth were visible through the lighted atmosphere of his head. He yawned and began to stand up stretching his back and then reaching his toes. He was a skinny eighteen year old covered with blue pants and a light blue shirt, his preferred night clothes.

He walked yawningly to a closet with a steel door and slid it to his right. Inside were his clothes, gear, and his shoes which were more metallic than leather or any other synthetic material. He reached inside and grabbed a green T-shirt, a sleeveless white vest, a pair of metallic shoes, blue jeans and boxers. He closed the sliding door which stopped halfway. He pushed harder on the door but it wouldn't budge. He shrugged; frustrated with the kind of day he was going to have this time.

He sluggishly walked over to another door made out of wood, this time. He reached, grabbed, and twisted the copper knob of the door and opened it, revealing a personal bathroom. He dropped his new clothes and placed them near a plastic scale and a small trash can. He walked closer to a glass door. Upon opening it showed a shower with soap and a cleaning puff dangling from under the head of the shower. He got inside the door and closed it inside. Unable to see through the other side he began to take off his clothes and whistled as he threw them over the top of the door, covering the floor. As his old boxers landed on the floor he reached for another copper knob with a red H and turned it to the left, which caused the shower head to turn on and sprinkle him with hot water. He sighed with a smile and began rubbing the soap around his arms and neck.

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Allan wasn't the only one using the facilities. In another part of his home was another person, similar to his age re-putting on a beige jumpsuit, covered with oil and other sticky substances. He adjusted his light brown hair with a comb and turned to face a closed toilet. He bent down and pushed down on the lever, flushing the toilet.

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Allan was enjoying his shower, finishing his head which made it shiny and loose. He shook his hair around, shaking off any useless soap on his head. He opened his mouth and enjoyed a free sample of the water. As he enjoyed this brief second the nice not too hot shower changed into a mighty feel of fire onto his tongue. He shrieked and panicked all over the shower. The as he tried to turn off the water his hand missed and struck the head of the shower knocking downward, smiting every man's most sensitive spot. He shrieked and twisted the knob angrily which finally turned off the water. He sighed calmly and reached for a towel that was hanging on a rail on the front of the glass door. He reached it and began drying off.

As he finished a walked over and reached for his blue boxers and positioned them on. He faced a mirror which was also his medicine cabinet and began wiping off the excess condensation on the mirror. He reached for a razor which was sitting in a water filled glass and shaving cream in a can. He smothered the cream on his face, mostly around the chin and upper lip area. Once he finished he grabbed the razor and shaved. As he rubbed off some excess hair he cut himself and cussed. He then started again and cut himself again. This process continued for about another ten minutes.

He brushed his teeth and then flossed, which was easy until a piece of floss was stuck between his front teeth. He grabbed some tiny scissors and cut the ends of the floss rolling his eyes in the process. Finally he finished and jumped into his jeans and belt. His shirt and vest was then quickly put on as he walked out of the bathroom quickly and quietly. Allan grabbed a silver plated wristwatch, a holster with a small sidearm, and his wallet. He opened another steel door and closed it. He sighed one last time and smiled, walking to his left on a carpeted floor.

He walked hastily down the hallway and passed a few other doors that were left open, filled with other rooms. As he looked to see if someone were in them he noticed a decent sized kitchen. He walked over and began pouring coffee, sugar and cream into a white ceramic mug. He placed some bread from a small bag into a toaster and picked up a copy of Earth Daily, a newspaper. The bread skyrocketed out from the toaster and was caught by Allan's hand with a plate. He walked over to a magnificent view of space from his window, protected by Silicanplasmicastyrous, a type of particle that cannot be penetrated, but can only be made into glass. He sat himself on a small round table reading the magazine sized newspaper and took a bite of his toast.

In case you are wondering who Allan Thomson is, he is the leader of an "adventurer of hire" group of ragtag team of pilots called the "Stealth Squadron". Each pilot is different in personality, but very similar in age and fighter expertise. Only washed up or edgy military pilots and former cadets would create their own mercenary team, which could be good or bad in the process. Allan and his team have done small jobs with decent pay by their consumer and General of the armed forces Jonathon Jay Ruther.

As they wait for distress signals and errands to protect some frigate from pirates they relax and unwind in their mothership the Atlantis, a Jupiter class ship armed with a massive docking bay to fill a car dealership, two Omega-Plasma beam cannons on the front of the ship, four adjustable wings that open horizontally when in battle-mode, and two Stein Gatling guns on upper two of the four wings. A neck stretches to the bridge of the ship. The Atlantis practically has everything you might want in a home and more, such as an infirmary, multiple guest rooms, a small library, a kitchen, a storage facility, and the relaxation room where Allan is sitting right now.

Another human walks into the kitchen and makes himself coffee and grabs a muffin lined up near a small microwave. He finishes stirring up the sugar and creamer and notices Allan and nods a hello. Allan smiles and nods back. This human was about 18 and was dark skinned, had brown eyes, a black hair with a small afro and goatee. He wore a black long sleeved shirt with a silver vest and blue jeans as well. His name was Jamarcus Jay Ford, but you can him J.J. Allan placed his newspaper down and took another sip of his coffee. J.J. grinned and watched as a comet go bye.

"I got a good feeling about a mission today Allan" J.J. spoke taking a bite of this muffin.

"Really? How so?" Allan replied taking another sip.

"Been rumors about a fleet of ships trying to take Earth for sometime now. I heard their going on some expedition and our guys are on their list" Allan was about to speak but J.J opened his mouth before he could say a word. "Think about it man. Going to all those planets across the galaxy? Dang! I'll pay THEM to choose us to check out those places" Allan smiled and nodded with agreement. This time he could speak back.

"I would like that. I could use some action. Did they say who is doing this? Does anyone know the leader even?" J.J. pondered for a moment looking at the view of the stars twinkling in the distance. He twitched his head and his knee as he knew the answer.

"Guys called the Foesic. As for the leader…they recruited him to lead the army due to his expertise somewhere else. I think is name is Okinny or something. Anyways the king of those guys I'm not sure of, but he wants those other planets like a child at a candy store" Allan nodded again and took a sip of his coffee. Another human walks by and grabs an apple from another basket near the microwave. J.J with his mouth open nodded a hello. The 18 year old red headed human didn't notice. Still with food he tried to speak.

"Moommeing Erswific!" He called to him. The human grinned and walked over nodding a hello.

"Man. That was one nice sleep last night. You guys sleep well?" the human asked the two in a deep Bronx accented voice. Allan and J.J nodded and continued eating. "Anything new going around?"

"Hey the Yankees lost…again" J.J replied looking over at a small sport section. Allan smiled as he looked at the record.

"What is that? Twenty in a row?" the two started to laugh. Erick rolled his hazel eyes at the two.

"Very freakin funny. They'll bounce back, you'll see" Erick said pointing a finger at the paper sternly.

"Nah. Once you stink now, you'll stink for the rest of the year" J.J said still laughing to himself, showing his big white teeth.

"Like us right now?" Erick asked in a frustrated manner. Allan raised both his eyebrows in dissatisfaction.

"Now that's uncalled for Erick. Something will turn up…you'll see" Allan pointed in the style of Erick mockingly. Erick sighed and went over to a black refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.

"As long as we don't jump into some major battle I'm happy" he looks at the two who fake a good idea on their faces. "Oooooh no! Don't even think about it! I'm not fighting in some stupid space war because you two are bored!" The two laughed and threw away their waste. J.J took Allan's mug and placed it in the sink to be clean. Allan grabbed a water from the fridge.

"Relax Erick. We're not doing that unless we are THAT desperate. Let's see if Jose and Daniel are up and at the bridge. Maybe something turned up today, okay?" Erick nodded and grinned. The trio walked around the lounge and watched the starry sky once again for a moment. J.J. turned on a jukebox and played a random smooth jazz tune from the speakers. Allan sighed and led Erick and J.J to a steel door that opened automatically. A long narrow light infested steel area guided the three to another pair of steel doors.

"Hey, what are the odds if we got what J.J.'s been telling us?" Erick asked Allan butting in between him and the other pilot. Allan shrugged and placed his hands behind his back.

"Who knows? But it sounds like something that fits our desires easily" he replied from his train of thought. At last they made it to the twin doors that slid open horizontally. Inside, the trio simultaneously took a deep breathe and sat in certain areas of the bridge. It was filled with monitors and keyboards glimmering with information of the ship, the outside, news and space weathering updates, and of course radar. A hologram communication system is positioned in the heart of the area, causing a glowing green circle to glow bright and dim every second or so. Sitting down on a leather seat was a 50 year old man in blue jeans, a red western style shirt with a long silver coat that went to his ankles. He had small glasses on and had a grayish-blackish goatee and moustache that went great with his gray-black hair. He was watching a small news clip of any updated info around the 2500 A.D. Earth. Nothing seemed to interest him.

"Another boring day at home guys. Heck, no one died today" the middle aged man said grimly. His name was Daniel Cunningham, a veteran pilot who formed the first Stealth Squadron, with Allan's father Andrew Thomson as the leader. Andrew was captured by an unknown enemy after being betrayed by Leroy Dengar, a member of the team as well. His results after his disappearance are still unknown.

"Well at least you checked, right?" said a voice below Daniel's seat. A tan, Spanish accented human was kneeling next to an android, fixing its leg which was presumably loose. Jose Felipe Garcia was another skilled pilot and a lover of flying aircraft and driving fast in the mud. After joining the team, the 18 year old pilot brought in a Manx dune buggy that could carry five people and run around 175 miles tops.

The android he was repairing was the ships 24 hour conductor Roburto 6. Roburto was designed to control the Atlantis 24/7 and be prepared to fight in battle with the mothership. His leg was fully repaired and was turned on. He got up and blinked his red rectangle bar as they were his eyes.

"Thank you Jose. I will get back to work" it responded moving its metal chin strap up and down in a monotone. It walked back up to the front of the bridge and began typing and scanning information here and there on the monitor. Daniel turned his chair and faced the foursome, sitting and relaxing in their silver colored leathered seats.

"Roburto…did we get any messages? Anything?" asked the veteran to the android. Roburto scanned the monitor and searched for messages and files that were possibly sent to the ship's main inbox folder. The android bleeped as it was finished.

"No messages. No files. No items detected" all five of them sighed sadly. They were starting to get restless sitting down and waiting for a call.

"Roburto…are you sure? Not even junk mail?" Allan asked the android. It quickly bleeped as a reply.

"Well…there is one message…highly sensitive and-"

"Let's us see tin brain!" J.J. interrupted getting off his seat in anger. The android bleeped again hastily and grabbed a small disk in a shape of rectangle. It placed the disk into the hologram projector which dimmed the lights by half. Light filtered from the bottom and appeared was a short little man with a bald head with hair spread around that was nicely combed. He wore regular glasses and had a grey mustache that suited well with his smile. He wore a long white lab coat and wore a red bowtie that blended with his blue collared shirt and brown pants. His face and body fit well for his age of 60

"Dan…it's your old pal Russell coming to you from the lab. I heard about the possible Foesic encounter in the future and I thought it would be great if you and the new team would go on a little odyssey for me and Johnny. I'm sure they'll like the gifts I got planned to show you so reply back when you receive this message. Hopefully no bloke will delete this or find this before you do. See you sometime in the future!" Russell waved goodbye and fizzled out of the hologram, causing the lights to flash back on again. The entire team jaw-dropped and eye opened. Jose was pouring a cup of coffee but was spilling all over due to it being overfilled. Daniel grabbed his chest as if he was about to have a heart attack.

"I don't know about you fellas…. but I think we got a mission we will never forget!" Erick said out loud fiddling with his hands. Allan grabbed a wireless audio communicator and handed it to Daniel.

"Please call him Dan. C'mon this is what the team needs!" he said in a begging way. Daniel grabbed the device and pushed a series of buttons. He extended the ends of the device and placed it around his head to speak properly. A moment soon, another was on the other side,

"Hello Russell. So what's this thing you and Johnny have planned for us? Uh huh…really? How many? Not too bad…what? They'll love the gesture Russ; they'll look great with the ship. Thanks Russ you're the one I can count on! When do you want us? Now! Well okay, we're on our way right now! We're bringing the whole ship for you to take a look at…see you soon bud!" he closed the device off and folded his arms with a big smirk.

"Well? What did he say! Say something you old fart!" Erick said out load to the veteran.

"Team…we're going on what you we call a 'Space Odyssey'…."

"Aaaaannnnddd!" the foursome said in unison edging towards the seat of the veteran. He smiled even more, chuckling a bit.

"We got the mission" Before they could say anything else, they all passed out from anxiety, smiling happily as they got their wish. "Roburto…set a course for Earth and coordinates 6-8-2-5-8…and take it easy with the speed this time will you?" he asked rubbing his head with a hand. The android bleeped softly.

"Affirmative."