Don't own Codename: Kids Next Door. Do own OCs and a few other things.


"Humanity's First Echelon. Can you tell me what you do?" Rachel asked, now back in her office with Andrew and Fanny.

"The only information I can give you is that we do something similar to what you do, only on a broodier scale."

"A much broodier scale." Fanny commented, crossing her arms. "Guess it was a smart thing that I didn't decommission you."

"And this tech you have, you could take a planet with it if you wanted to. I take it's classified how you made it?"

"Correct princess." Both girls rolled their eyes , though Fanny glared afterwards.

"So what info can you give us?"

"I can give you basic info. Hell, I'll send it to your Moonbase computers, or all sector bases if you want." He said while tapping his armored wrist.

"If you could, that would be great." Rachel said.

"Alright, and it's...sent. They have the info. I advice that you let them know of the HFE. They may be seeing more of my people from now on." He said.

"I can see where this is going. 86, make sure everyone gets the memo about this." Rachel ordered.

"Yes sir." She gave a salute then made it out the door.

"What I don't understand is why they call you sir when your a girl. Shouldn't it be ma'am?" Andrew asked. That question had been bugging him for awhile.

"It's just procedure. I'd rather not change something that's been here that long and as small as a name."

"I see your point."

"So the history about Humanity's First Echelon, I'd like to hear it from you." She said.

"Technically, I shouldn't give you our history, or any of the basic information I am giving you." Andrew replied.

"If that's the case, why did you give it? Why not keep it to yourself? You certainly have the power."

"Because I'm afraid that won't be possible to keep it for long. Not now, not ever again." He shook his head.

"What do you mean?" She didn't like where this was going.

He sighed, then gave her a stern look. "I'm not suppose to do this, but it's the only way. Now, after I tell you this, you need to cooperate with me, help me on big decisions. You're the only one I can actually trust. So will you help me?"

"Wha-"

"Please Rachel; trust me."

'Though I've only known him for a day, him calling me by my real name should be distress enough.' Rachel thought.

She nodded. "Alright."

He stood, making his way to her side of the desk before pressing a button on the bottom of the desk.

"I'm not even going to ask how you know that." Rachel gave him a look.

"I already knew it was there. When we were in here earlier, my armor scanned the entire room, and found all the measures for security or recording devices of any kind. Had five cameras on me right?" He added smugly. She just gave a grunt.

"Ok, I'll go basics. The organization started in the year 1946, four years before the Northern Blitz. We found that the the Teenz and Adults were planing on pushing the KND off of the planet and beyond. They had had enough of the KND meddling with their plans, and were going to go all out to get rid of you. One boy, Numbuh Alpha One, decided that there needed to be an organization that needed to protect the KND from both the Teenz and Adults. That was Humanity's First Echelon."

"Why not KND First Echelon?"

"Because we were also protecting the planet. They want to take the entire planet, and make anyone left on the planet a slave. They want the world, and after they have it, they'd go after more systems." He said darkly.

"More systems?"

"Star systems." He pointed at her. "Believe or not, whether your religious or atheist, there is sentient life out there in the cosmos, and a lot of it. They take the planet, they'll want to expand, and that could spell disaster for earth. What if we run into a spacefaring civilization that's much more advance than us and humans attack them? Goodbye earth and humanity. Or just more slaves for earth and her empire if they conquer other races. It's going to end badly one way or another. We were created to keep them on earth."

"I almost don't want to ask. They will use lethal force if necessary?" She asked timidly.

"They'll use it almost every time. That's why our weapons can maim or kill. They won't hold back, so we won't hold back. Listening to me tell you the specs of my ships should have hinted towards that. We separated from the KND so that other kids wouldn't suffer like we would." He rubbed his eyes. "Like I already have. War changes you, regardless of race, gender, state of mind, history, it affects everyone in a way. For me...well, that's another story for another time.

"You want to know what I was doing that I found myself flouting helplessly in space? Well, I was doing some recon duty, and just so happen to find a major base of operations for the Teenz and Adults. For simplicity, let's just call them faction T/A. I found a major base, one that had a good majority of its navel forces ready for a transit to somewhere. I infiltrated the base, hacked their computer, and began gathering data. It took a few hours before I could actually get past the firewalls. Half way through the download, I was cutoff from the system, and the base went on full alert. I had to fight my way out of the base, nearly tearing it apart in the process, but while trying to avoid fighters in my ship, one got luck and got a hit. My wings were blown off, and the ship went into warp for a few seconds before setting me back into real time. I was out cold because the explosion threw my head into the control panel, and you know the story from there."

"Ok. So what did you find?"

"I found data on the construction of their military. They were fooling us all along. They were building in the dark while they placed well fabricated bases out in the open for us to find and destroy. They were keeping us busy while they worked overdrive to build their forces." He slammed his fist on the desk. "They were playing us! And I didn't see it coming! How damn blind do you have to be when you can't see the obvious?! Goddamnit!"

Rachel watched as he tried to cover up his anger, eyes now red. "They'll be ready. I don't know when, but I know it will be within the year. And that's why I need your help."

"What would you have me do?" She asked with no hesitation.

"When T/A start, they'll come after all of us. We need to be ready for them, or as ready as we can be. I need to talk with the Council, they help make decisions that affect the HFE as a whole. I need their approval to allow us to outfit the KND with our tech and training. We need to prepare you for this war, because it's not a matter of 'if', it's a matter of 'when'." He pointed at her. "You're the only one that can help me on this side. So I need your approval."

"And you have it." She said, her features determined. "I'm not just going to sit here while all of this happens. You say they'll go after everyone and take everything they can, and we can't let that happen."

He shook his head. "Your members will have to learn quickly. Because they're going to learn a lot about life the hard way."

"All we can do is prepare them for it." Rachel finished.

Andrew nodded. "Thank you Rachel. Now if we could get a ship, we need to get to the HFE Capital."

"I'll get Sector V to help us. They're some of the best we have. Want to make some sort of statement." Rachel began typing on her computer.

"I'll meet you in the hanger." She nodded; and he strode his way though the door.

"Where are you going?" Fanny's head swiveled to glance at him.

"Rachel needs you. It's something important." He didn't bother looking at her.

'Damn it. I'm such a short sighted idiot.' He groaned, mentally cursing himself. 'I'm so goddamn blind. How did I not see the signs? I'm surprised everyone else missed them. Aw, damn it.' He sighed.

He began tapping in his armored wrist, and a few seconds later, a hologram of Admiral Hayes projected itself in the air, startling some kids who were fixing ships nearby.

"Andrew? What do-" Alto began.

"I need you to gather the Council. I trust they received the data?" Andrew asked expectantly.

"Yes, and they were livid. We only have a year to prepare. But why do you need the Council?"

"I have a proposition for them. It would help us deal with this rising threat. I have been granted permission from the KND Supreme Commander Numbuh 362, that starting today we have become allies. She knows everything, and I need the Council to vote on letting them incorporate out tech and training to the KND."

...

"You still there?" Andrew waved a hand, getting the holo Hayes's attention back.

"I'm not sure the Council will approve of that Andrew." Hayes said.

"They're not thinking straight. They just revived information that tells us that we've been attacking fake bases so they could build in their real ones. They're panicking, but they will listen to reason." Andrew clenched his fist. If they weren't going to listen to him, he'd force them, regardless if it was against HFE law.

"I'll set the meeting. You better get here quick Andrew." Hayes's holo shivered, then faded away.

"Sector V is five minutes away. They were dealing with Sticky Beard nearby." Rachel's voice caused Andrew to turn quickly, startling himself, Rachel, and Fanny, who was next to her.

"For Christ sakes boy! Calm down! We're not trying to kill you! Stop being stupid!" Fanny shouted, getting in Andrew's face.

"Back off women! Give me some air, your hogging all of it!" He made a face afterwards.

"How dare you speak to me like that you stupid boy!"

"A male sexist huh?! I said back off! Get out of my face! Have you heard of personal space, or did your mother raise you with the manners of a pig?!"

"I should kill you for saying that!" Both Fanny's and Andrew's noses were touching.

"You just said you weren't trying to kill me! Now back away! I need air!"

Bang!

"Ow! Goddamn you have an arm! Get away from me! You'll break my damn head!"

"SHUT UP! THE BOTH OF YOU!" Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs, Fanny and Andrew glancing at her with wide eyes. Anyone in the hanger had stopped doing their work and were now staring at the three.

Andrew turned to the kids, face livid. "Get back to work you ungrateful little maggots!"

All children immediately went back to work, the closest to Andrew shuddering and giving small cries.

He turned to Rachel, sticking his finger in his ear and twisting it about. "You got a good pair of lungs of you. Wish some of my Captains had a commanding voice like yours."

She couldn't help but let a light pink dust her cheeks. It was a strange complement, but a complement none the less.

She shook her head. "Why are you so strange?"

"Because you wouldn't love me if I wasn't."

Bam!

Bang!

"Ow! Hey! I'm outnumbered here! And I can't fight back! No fair damn it!" He said to a smirking Rachel and a seething Fanny.


"What was this ship called? A camper or something?"

"SCAMPER-SOOPREME is the proper name for it. I'll not go into the arcanum."

"That's an arcanum? That's a very long one."

Andrew was onboard this strange flying contraption; a camper with rockets on it. one of the few that was rather normal to them compared to a flying machine called the MOSQUITTOH, which somehow ran on frozen yogurt. Frozen yogurt? How the hell it ran on that was anyone clue. Besides seeing Numbuh 1 again, he also met Numbuhs 2-5.

When getting to know Numbuh 1, he found out that he is quick to jump into action and was quite resourceful, but tends to be paranoid, very paranoid. From Rachel, he was rather reckless and stubborn. Though he had shortcomings, (who doesn't?) he is one of the best KND operatives in the organization, possibly better then Andrew, or by his Numbuh, 2395, though from what Nigel had said, 2395 was much better then he was, since his did partake in the Northern Blitz and live. On par with Numbuh Zero? That was debatable. 2395 fought in two legitimate wars, but Zero started another Age of the KND.

Andrew had to go with Numbuh Zero.

Numbuh 2, or Hoagie P. Gilligan, was the 2x4 Technology Officer of Sector V. The boy had a love for technology and flying, as said by Numbuh 1 when he told the story about Numbuh 2 dogfighting a boy only known as 'Ace'. He made many jokes and cracked puns that only he finds funny, as Andrew had seen first hand when he met the guy. Hoagie had said something about getting shot down that made Numbuh 5 literally slam a fist on the top of his head. He was very egger to learn of the tech the HFE had up its arsenal.

Kuki Sanban a.k.a. Numbuh 3, was a happy-go-lucky, 10-year-old Japanese girl who was in charge of Diversionary Tactics and is the Medical Specialist of Sector V. She had a very short attention span, but long on charm. She was girly, optimistic, bubbly, dizzy-headed, clueless, kind, caring, patient, gentle, and arguably smarter than Numbuh 4, one who everyone knew she had the hots for and vice-versa. Hell, he could see the chemistry just by a glance, and he'd only seen them once. Kuki was overall very excited to meet him, asking him every question she could think of. She reminded him of his sister, who was almost like her in every way, shape or form. Numbuh 4 had advice not to insult anything having to do with Rainbow Monkeys, that she had a demonic side to her when she was angry.

Wallabee "Wally" Beetles a.k.a. Numbuh 4, as said by his teammates, is the team's bravest, toughest, strongest, fiercest, wildest, most adventurous, dangerous, courageous, and possibly the best fighter in Sector V. He is also the most impulsive, brash, hot-headed, arrogant, ignorant, and harshest of the team. When asked how good he was in hand-to-hand combat, Numbuh 4 had assumed it was a challenge, and they ended up wrestling around the bridge, with Andrew wining, though Numbuh 4 said that the size comparison might have been a very helpful thing. No one knows.

Abigail "Abby" Lincoln a.k.a. Numbuh 5 is the laid-back, responsible, and streetwise agent of Sector V, who apparently was Sector V leader before Numbuh 1, and was now his second in command and espionage officer. She even spoke in third person, saying "Numbuh 5" instead of "I". She was one of the smartest kids in her Sector and one of the smartest in her school. She would also act as an sister figure for her team if they had personal problems. She had a sister, Cree Lincoln, who worked for the Teenz, though Andrew was curious to if she knew about the military build up.

"Are we there yet?" Wally asked.

"Not yet." Andrew replied. Wally groaned.

"How long have we been in this ship?" Kuki asked.

"Five hours. You don't want to know how long it'll take to get there."

"You live far away Andrew." Kuki replied, content with holding her blue Rainbow Monkey.

"Where do you pull that thing out of? I mean, you don't even have pockets, yet you somehow get that thing here." He asked raising an eyebrow.

"That's a girls secret." She simply replied. Andrew glanced at Abby.

"Numbuh 5 don't got all the answers." She shrug, taking her red cap off and dusting it of before placing it back in her head.

"It would have been faster if this ship had warp technology. It would have shorten this trip by a day or two."

"Then why didn't we just wait for one of your ships to pick us up?" Wally stated.

"They're busy with patrols. They couldn't be bothered."

The ship began to shake, first a small shake, like everyone was tapping the ship, before it became an earthquake of 10.0. Andrew glanced out the window, and could see a white light beginning to brighten.

"Numbuh 2, evasive!"

"Hold on!" He pulled the ship into a steep dive, causing almost everyone to fall to the ground. Andrew was still standing, his legs spread, his arms open.

"The hell's going on?!" Wally shouted.

"We're being shot at! Where the heck did they come from?! Ahgh! I'm going to try and loose them!" He shouted, making another violent turn, white streaks of heated metal flying past, nearly hitting the ship.

"We got missiles!"

The SCAMPER began diving again, turning tightly. Andrew could see the red outline of the missiles quickly closing the gap. They were flying erratically, as if their guidance systems weren't working.

"2, fly at the missiles."

"What?!" Abby shouted. "You crazy!"

"Fly at the missiles?! Do you want us to get killed?!" Hoagie replied.

"Just do it!"

"Ah man!" He turned, now engine on after burner, blazing towards the two missiles.

"Hoagie, when I say so, fire all weapons on the missiles, got it?"

"Crystal sir." His voice was wavering now.

"You're going to kill us you stupid boy!" Fanny ranted. Rachel was too busy clinging to Nigel's chair for dear life to say anything, with Fanny holding her, and the rest in their seats, while Andrew stood his ground.

'Just a bit closer... Come on, come on!'

The missiles exploded, and from those two missiles, twenty now replaced them.

362 and 86.

"Ahhh!"

5

"We gonna die!"

4

"Christ!"

3

"Wahh!"

2

"Holy!"

1

"Whoa!"

2395

"FIRE!"

Whatever weapons the SCAMPER had was fired at that moment, Hoagie barrel rolling as they fired. The missiles, now with multiple radar signatures, began going for the ones covering the largest signature, and the space around the SCAMPER lit up in fire and metal, with Sector V, the Supreme Commander, and Decommissioning Officer screaming as they flew through the fire.

And a second later, the missiles were gone.

Everyone except for Hoagie were sprawled on the floor, many looking rather green. They were in a wide pile, with Andrew on the bottom, Nigel's head next to his, Wally's foot on his face, Abby perpendicular on his chest face down, Fanny on top of Nigel, Kuki on top of Wally, and Rachel face on Andrew's stomach, the rest of her body between his legs.

"Why the hell is everyone on me?" Andrew asked, swatting Wally's foot out of his face.

"Not everyone is on top of you. Oh my head." Rachel said, rubbing it.

"Um, guys? We still have those fighters on us." Hoagie said.

"Why haven't they tried to contact us?"

"Well, about that-"

"The damn radio is broken, isn't it?" Andrew said with a glare. "Hold on." He tapped his wrist.

"I repeat, reverse your course out of HFE space before we fire once more!" A voice said on the radio. Andrew made a quick connection.

"HFE ships, stand down! This is Commander Ruiz, you're shooting at my ship!"

"C-commander?!" The fighters flew past the SCAMPER. "We thought you were back at High Capital?"

"I had some important business to attend to. What squadron you from, pilot?"

"123 Fighter Wing, Division 2, 2nd Lt. Gardner.

"123 Fighter Wing, Division 1, Captain Aiyala."

"Considering you're far from any HFE base, I take it you have a ship nearby? We'd like a ride."

"ESS Transcendence is in the area, we'll escort you to her." Aiyala replied.

"Lead the way Captain."

"Yes sir."

"Ok, everyone, off!" He lifted his upper body, throwing Abby off in the process.

"Ow!"

"Sorry about that." He glanced at Rachel, her head still on his stomach.

He smirked. "Princess, if you wanted to cuddle, all you had to do was ask."

Rachel glanced at their position, then quickly pulled herself up, scowling at the boy.

"Idiot."

"I'm flattered." He stood himself, and turned to Hoagie. "Nice flying man. I would have loved someone with your skill back in the Blitz." He gave a thumbs up.

Hoagie sat straighter in his seat, proud that Numbuh 2395 had complemented him on his flying skills.

"Gardner, what's our ETA?"

"Two minutes sir."

"Good. I want that ship ready for our arrival."

"Already done sir."

"Well, consider yourselves lucky." He glanced at Sector V, Rachel, and Fanny. "You'll be boarding the Flagship of the HFE fleet. ESS Transcendence, Ruiz-Class battleship, my personal ship." He said, glancing at the small speck that was his ship growing slowly.

"How big did you say it was again?" Hoagie asked.

"6.5 kilometers. The largest ship in our fleet. The only thing bigger then a Ruiz-Class is High Capital and a few other stations. That's the main base of the HFE. Compare it to your Moonbase."

"But Moonbase doesn't fly." Fanny stated.

"Oh, really? I haven't noticed." He said sarcastically. Fanny crossed her arms, muttering an insult.

"ESS Transcendence, this is Delta flight. We've encountered Commander Ruiz and he has requested transportation to High Capital."

"Delta this is Transcendence, we copy. Hanger 9 is open, good to have you back sir."

"Glad to be back Transcendence."

They followed the black fighters, who's design mimicked that of the fighter Andrew was in. They flew alongside the ship, four frigates and four destroyers around the battleship. They made their way to one if the larger hanger bays, one that would hold a destroyer, before landing on a small platform built for fighters.

"Straighten yourselves up, you guys look like a mess." Andrew said, glancing at the KND operatives, their disheveled cloths and hair emphasizing his point.

When the ship door opened, they were greeted by twenty soldiers, ten on each side of the path, helmets shielding their identities, and at parade rest. They immediately snapped to attention upon the sight of Andrew. In the the center was Alto, his hands behind his back, a smile plastered on his face. Andrew walked past the soldiers, as did everyone else, and made his way to Alto. When within arms reach, both boys embraced.

"God it's been so long." Andrew said.

"Sixty three years. It's good to see you to Andrew." Alto padded Andrew's back. The embrace ended, and Andrew turned to the KND operatives.

"Alto, this is Numbuh 362, Supreme Commander of the KND. The red head is Numbuh 86, Decommissioning Officer, and the rest is KND Sector V, Numbuh 1 through 5." He pointed in number order.

"Nice to meet all of you. I am Admiral Alto Hayes, Commander of the Second Fleet." Alto stated, giving a small bow. "I understand that you are traveling to High Capital?"

"Yes sir." Rachel said. This man was a higher rank then she was. He commanded a fleet, a legitimate fleet.

"Well, I was heading to High Capital myself. We would love to take you there. From what I understand, you've been flying for awhile. If that be the case, we have rooms for you if you would like to rest."

"Actually, something to eat would be nice." Kuki stated.

"We have a mess hall. It's small, but the food is good. I'll have one of my operatives take you. Sargent Lincoln! Report!"

One soldier, a women if the body shape was anything to go by, broke formation, briskly marching and stopping two paces in front of Alto. She saluted.

"Sir, Master Sargent Cree Lincoln reporting as ordered." She said in a steady tone.

"Cree?!" All KND members shouted.

"I...take it you know Sargent Lincoln?" Alto asked.

"Numbuh 5 there." Andrew pointed. "Is Cree's younger sister."

"Oh... Oh! Now I remember. I only read vaguely over many dossiers, remember Lincoln had something mentioning a sister. Well isn't that a surprise?"

"Cree?! You work for them?!"

"Yes." Cree stated, still looking straight at Alto.

Alto continued. "Sargent Lincoln, please show our guests to the mess hall and then their rooms. Numbuh 5, if you'd like some answers, she'll give them to you. If any of you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Andrew and I will be on the bridge." He patted Andrew's shoulder and motioned with his head. Andrew nodded before turning to Rachel. "You should come with princess, we need to discuss a strategy."

"Right." She began walking with them. "86, stay with everyone else." The red head gave a curt nod.

"Princess? That's your name for her?"

"It's a pet peeve of mine. It works when you say it enough." He glanced behind him. "Princess? How are you doing princess?"

If looks could kill, Andrew would have been a bloody corpus torn in five pieces, with the surrounding ship destroyed. She refused to retort, but did give a small growl.

Andrew gave Alto a pleasant look. "See." Alto shook his head.

"You're cruel."


"Here's the mess hall. The food's not a five star quality, but it meets out needs. They're serving tacos tonight. If you're hungry, go grab a bite." Cree said, using her thumb to point. Most of the operatives made their way to the mess, but Abby stayed behind, watching Cree intently.

"I've got some explaining to do." Cree said.

"Yes, you do."

"Did they tell you why they're going to High Capital?"

"No."

"Well, you might as well find out from me." She turned to face Abby.

"I was undercover."

"Hmph. You could have fooled me." Abby spat.

"There is a reason I did all of those things. I worked with the HFE. They needed someone who was really high in the Teenz chain of command. I'm nearly at the top of that chain. I had to play the part, and that meant attacking you and the KND. I'm sorry if I'm trying to prevent a war." Cree said in as much venom.

"Prevent a war? Girl, what are you talkin about?"

"It's like you said, they haven't told you anything about the true reason they're here. They told you they wanted to make an alliance. That's true, only they neglected to tell you the part where the Teenz and Adults decide to destroy the KND, and I mean destroy it. They've built a legitimate military, and they want us gone, or dead."

Abby stuttered. "W-what?!"

"They want us dead. Simple as that. I've been working with the HFE before I even left the KND. They needed me to infiltrate the Teenz, which I've done quite well. All those attacks, all that acting at home, was to get into the high places that the Teenz have."

Abby was silent for awhile, taking in the info. So all of the fighting, all of the mistrust, all of it, was fake? How long had she done this for? Years. What did that get her? Information, a bit at the cost of a healthy relationship with Abby.

"Are there any others that do the same as you?"

"Many. Even Chad is one of them." That made Abby's head spin. Now so many things were blowing out of proportion.

"You're dropping a bomb shell on Abby here. This is hard to believe."

"It doesn't matter if you believe or not. I had a job to do. I only did it to try to protect my loved ones, and even if I don't show it, I care deeply for you Abby." Cree's tone was soft, her gaze matching Abby's.

Abby was at a loss for words.

"Numbuh 5! Aren't you hungry?" Hoagie shouted, swallowing his tenth taco.

"I'll be right there Numbuh 2!" She glanced back at Cree. "We need to fix this. As best we can."

Cree knew what she was talking about. She shook her head. "Yeah, we do. Now go eat Abby." She motioned to the table. Abby simply nodded and began walking to the table.

"Numbuh 5 don't know what to believe. But she willing to try this." She said with small smile.


12 hours later...

"You got it?" Andrew said, eyeballing the data pad in his hand.

"I've got it. If you can't convince them, I'm the only one who can." Rachel said, her hand slightly lifted and squeezed into a fist. They'd just gone over how they were going to present their case to the Council to allow the KND to incorporate new technology and training regiments. The Council had to listen. They just had to.

Helm spoke up. "Exiting warp in 3...2...1... Entering real space."

ESS Transcendence and her escort of eight ships blew forward out of the white portals, the portals closing quickly behind them. And they where greeted with a sight to behold.

A station was in their view, shaped like a spear. The station's hight alone was ten kilometers, while the the length was fifty kilometers, a five kilometer width to join with it. The station was a black color, nearly blending in with the surrounding space. Over a hundred ships flouted by, protecting it from any attackers. The station itself was a city.

"My god." Rachel blurted out.

"Damn." Andrew said in awe. "This is the first time I've seen High Capital. Could see why they'd call it Capital. Fifty kilometers long, Christ alive." He shook his head.

"Pride of the HFE." Alto. "Comm, we need to land."

The comm nodded. "Capital Control, this is ESS Transcendence with scout fleet Omega. We have Commander Ruiz onboard. Requesting permission to land."

"ESS Transcendence, permission is granted. Hanger bay 2 is open, but watch your flying. We have two other Ruiz-Class ships in that dock. Out."

"Got it. ESS Transcendence out."

"The Council will meet with you tomorrow. It's rather late, so when we board, we'll take you to headqurters, and they'll give you rooms for you and your guests." Alto stated.

Andrew was still transfixed on the massive station. He did a side glance at Rachel, who's mouth was agape, eyes starring at the station.

"Close you mouth princess. Your face might stay like that, and we don't need it getting uglier."

"Oh shut up." She moved to give his arm a small punch, but stopped short when she remembered the armor he wore.

Andrew gave her a smirk, his face literally saying 'I win.'