He finds himself drifting through nothingness. Darkness all around him. Has he stopped existing? Did he even exist to begin with? He can almost remember their names, but they too have faded into nothingness. ãûëōĵ, êŷƁü, ĪōƁĝǔ, ŪäèƆɉɐ. What now? This can't be it, can it?

The young brown haired boy wakes up in bed, in a high-tech room aboard a spaceship of some sort. "What the hell...?" he asks himself. Still a bit taken back by that weird dream. "Ah shit." he says looking at the clock. The briefing is at 11:00 and it's 10:58. He needs to hurry, or he'll be late. He puts on his uniform and makes his way out of his room and down the corridor pass various other crew members. However, he's not rushing down the hall like he should. He's still in a dazes over that dream.

"Heeeeeeyyyyyyy!" He hears coming from behind him, snapping him out of his stupor. He sees an annoying girl running at him from a distance, waving her arms in the air like she's totally oblivious to any attention she might draw to herself. That girl is Sayori, his neighbor and good friend since they were children. Not the kind of friend he'd see himself making today, but it just sort of works out because they've known each other for so long.

Both of them went through training an induction together to become Galactic Enforcers. The galaxy's top peacekeeping force. Both in were assigned to serve aboard the great ship Iretuare. They've served together for only a short period of time now. However, if she's gonna chase him like this, he almost feels better off just running away, however he just sighs and idles in the hallway, and lets Sayori catch up with him.

"There you are." She says.

"Hey." he simply replies. "Looks like we're both gonna be late."

"Yeah..." She admits embarrassed.

"Aren't you suppose to be giving the briefing today?" He inquires. "I'm a little disappointed. With something like this, you really should try to be a little more on time."

"I know..." she says shamefully.

"Come on. Let's both hurry." he says, coaxing her along. As they move towards the conference room, the area becomes speckled with other crew members, gathered around waiting for a briefing that should have started almost 5 minutes ago.

The room is filled with a large number of young crew members chatting to each other. "Okay everyone. Um...listen up...please." Sayori says nervously standing at the front of the room, on an elevated platform in front of a large computer screen and console. "As you all know, our captain is busy at the moment, and doesn't wish to be disturbed. So I will be giving the briefing today...in the stead of the captain." She says nervously fumbling her own grammar. "Ummm...right. So let's get down to business."

"As you know, there has been a new threat that in our galaxy, that has threatened the peace, integrity, and...peace of our galaxy." She clearly did not practice this first. "The Space emporiums know as Queen Zyria has risen to power almost overnight. This threat has come out almost nowhere. She came into power almost overnight. Umm...and she has an entire army of robots at her command. "She says as she brings up images of various robots on the large screen.

"We believe she as achieved this by some sort of power that has allowed her to manipulate the very fabric of reality. At the moment, her motives are unknown. However her forces have been attacking other Galactic Enforcer ships. She we can assume she is up to...um...pretty bad stuff. Right now we are attempting to pinpoint her location before another attack occurs. We are close to a breakthrough. Until then, be on your guard. That is all." She says dismissing the room.

She leaves the room as well and breaths a sigh of relief. "Not exactly as smooth as it should have been." He tells her.

"I didn't think it I would have gotten the butterflies as bad as I did. I always have a hard time giving speeches in front of large crowds like that." Sayori replies. She is the First Lieutenant and second in command aboard the Iretuare. How she got to her rank is a bit beyond anyone. She's awfully green. Then again so is almost everyone aboard this ship. Most people have seen little to no action.

"Well now that that is over, how bout we grab something to eat in the mess hall?" She says invitingly.

"Nah, I'm not really hungry." he says.

"Have you had anything to eat yet today?" she inquires.

"Not really."

"It's bad to miss breakfast." She replies. "I don't want to see you get all tired and sluggish."

"I'm fine." He says dismissively he's still in a mood over that dream he had. Suddenly Sayori gets serious and say

"Go to the mess get yourself something to eat. That's an order." He lets out a long exasperated sigh.

"Fine. If you insist." Friend or not, Sayori is still his superior. She's second in command, and he's just a lowly grunt. So an order's an order. On that note, they make their way to the mess hall.

Meanwhile elsewhere in a dark regain of the galaxy a shadowy figure sets in an office room aboard a large space fortress. "Queen Zyria." A humanoid robot enters the room and addresses a young woman setting in a chair behind a desk. "How goes the search?" she asks. "The last two ships we engaged didn't contain our person of interest." "Are you sure about that information we received?" she asks. "We know they're aboard a Galactic Enforcer ship somewhere. However the details after that are a bit dodgy. We don't know anything about our target at this point. We don't even know if our target is a boy or a girl at this point. Finding them won't be easy" The robot goes on to say. "We need to be absolutely sure next time. We can't afford to draw too much attention to ourselves at this point. It's crucial that we find them, before they find us." She insists.