Uhm... yeah.


Nothing that Crystal worked on, however, seemed to prove anything. The meteorites that landed in the ocean were eventually found and recovered, although they were surprisingly hollow, which seemed strange that they were able to withstand the force of Earth's atmosphere and survive their plummet to the planet below. It seemed strange both to the scientists and the diva in disguise.

However much she tried, she couldn't find anything to prove to the other agents and to her commander. If there was one thing the cool, calculated diva knew, it was to never give out any information that wasn't positively backed up with scientific fact. Since there was no life found on the meteorites, there was no way to show how her fears may be true. She decided to leave it at that for now.

She soon came to regret that decision…

One day, nearly two weeks after the shower, everything seemed normal. Over that time she worked with the agents, processed their numerous works of paper, and had enough time every day to run her computer store. She usually was on call a lot for fixing her customers' various computers, however, but she didn't mind. She loved tinkering with electronics more than any person she knew or could think of. It was one such day that she found herself in the throes of the one time it did NOT pay to know more than the person she was speaking to.

"I gave you my son's computer to fix, and you deleted everything!" the man shouted, "Why in the world should I pay you anything?"

Crystal tried not to rub her temples in annoyance, and tried to speak to him in a less than technical standpoint. Maybe then he'd understand and pay her the measly fee she asked for. "Sir, I clearly and knowledgeably stated to your son that the 341 viruses in his computer from his sister's tampering was the sole reason for my clean sweep. There was absolutely no way to fix it beyond restarting everything from scratch. HE seemed to understand it and told me that it was fine."

"I don't care about what he said! I care about what I say!" Crystal grasped the bridge of her nose and pinched harshly. Maybe she'd wake up if she attempted physical pain on herself.

Her watch screeched suddenly, and the computer tech sighed in disappointment. "Excuse me," she said, looking down to inspect her electronic contraption. The man grumbled about what could be more important than her job at the moment, and she looked back at him. "You know what, Sir? I'm busy right now. Take your computer home. You don't have to pay me a dime." She shooed him out the door and the man puffed up in self defense like a ruffled pigeon.

"Fine! And I don't think you'll ever see me here again!" He said, hefting the computer into his arms and waddling from the store. Crystal didn't pay him any mind, as he always said that. It was his son who would enter asking for assistance. The woman didn't have time for that, however. She and the other Elite Beat Divas were on call. According to the report on her watch, it was URGENT, and nothing was more urgent than the word "urgent" in capital letters. The woman placed a sign that said "Closed for the Day", left the store and locked up tight. It was getting to be dark, and she had to meet up with her coworkers ASAP. She just hoped they got there in time.


BD-2, Agent Foxx, arrived on the scene with time to spare. She stood on a pier at the ocean a few hours from her hometown. It was beginning to rain, and the diva wondered where her coworkers were. More importantly, she wondered where her subject was. Maximilian Steiner, age 32 and known victim of his reckless emotions, was somewhere around here, she just couldn't find him in the dark rain.

It was then that they appeared. BD-1, Agent Starr, arrived at her side. At that very moment, BD-3, Agent Missy, appeared at Starr's side. They both flipped their badges open:

"Agent BD-1, Agent Starr here!"

"Agent BD-3, Agent Missy here!" the two proclaimed in unison. They then looked at each other, and then turned to Foxx.

"Hey Foxx. Where's the subject?" they asked. Foxx wet her lips and shook her head.

"I… I just don't…" She looked around, "Unless they call for help, I can't pinpoint them…"

Missy's mouth dropped. "The… the person didn't call for help…?"

"Which only makes it more urgent," Starr murmured, "There are those who believe that they are beyond help. He… he must be around here somewhere…" She looked down the pier as the rain picked up. The divas usually didn't wear their western style cowgirl hats, and usually had them attached to a string around their neck so they fell across their back. However, with all the rain, the girls immediately put them on their heads, and scanned the pier. They found their subject, their mission, at the very edge of the pier, staring into the foaming, frothing, dark ocean.

"Oh no…!" Missy began to rush forward. "He may jump! We have to help him!"

Starr reached out and grabbed her subordinate. "Not now, Missy. We can't go like this. He didn't call for help." BD-3 turned around to stare in question a BD-1, and she motioned to Foxx.

BD-2 sighed at having to explain everything like usual. "You see, when people feel that they're beyond help, they don't call for us. Therefore, if we attempt to help them, we may be met with hostility. Our cheering can be used to inspire our subjects…"

"…but we can also use it to persuade them," Starr finished, "Just watch and learn, Rookie." Missy took a step back as the blonde took a step forward. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called quietly into the air, "Max… what are you doing…?"

The man looked up at the sky. Starr's voice had carried through the howling rain and reached him, so he thought that the wind itself was speaking to him. He hesitated, as if debating to answer the wind, but decided that everything was already gone, he might as well lose his mind while he was at it. "I… I don't think I can go on."

"Why…?" Star called out, "Why do you despair…?"

"Melissa…" Maximilian stared into the water as the rain beat all around him, "She was in the water… she went for a swim… she never came back! She killed herself in these very waters, and I can't bear life without her!"

"Max…" Starr rubbed her tongue along her upper lip in thought, and suddenly Foxx stepped forward.

"She killed herself? Surely, she could have drowned…"

"That's not so!" Maximilian shouted at the night sky, angry at the voice in the air for even assuming something so horrible, "Melissa was a wonderful swimmer! The best in the world! She wouldn't drown, never!"

Missy didn't know what to do. She stared at her superiors, hoping that they would know what to say. They seemed at a loss of words, and Maximilian finally took that as a sign that the voices in his head were shutting up. "I can't take it anymore…! Melissa! I'm coming to join you!"

"She wouldn't want that," Starr suddenly said. Their subject teetered on one foot, his other dangling precariously over the pier as the rain beat down harder than before, "You know she wouldn't. She was your inspiration and you were hers. She couldn't have given herself up to the great unknown without telling you. You know that, Max. Don't you?"

Maximilian took a step back, away from the pier. "Why didn't she tell me? Melissa, why aren't you here? Who could ever love me the way you did…?"

"You bring meaning to my life…" Starr whispered into the air. She hoped her cheer, her song, would reach him as the voices of those he loved; of those who were still alive. "You're the Inspiration. I wanna have you near me…"

Foxx joined in as well, and Missy nodded, adding to the beat. "I wanna have you here beside me… No one needs you more than I… need… you…~"

Maximilian walked backwards, away from the water, "Mother… Father… what would they think…? I just… I don't know…"

"And I know,"

"And I know~"

"Yes I know that it's plain to see…" The divas clasped their hands together, their hearts beating in unison along with the beat. "We're so in love when we're together… Now I know that I need you here with me… from tonight until the end of time…"

"You should know (yes you need to know)… everywhere I go… You're always on my mind… You're in my heart… in my soul…"

Maximilian stood away from the water, and the divas held their breath as he stood three feet in front of them, his back to their faces. He stared into the dark sky as the rain began to clear. "Melissa. You aren't dead, are you?" he asked the sky, as if the voices he heard could answer that question truthfully, "I… I'm not done yet! There's still life in these bones! I won't give up until I find you, Melissa!" The divas smiled as the rain cleared up immediately. Maximilian smiled and turned around. There was no one there; he was all alone. He took a deep breath, taking in the humid, wet, salty air. Melissa was out there, and he was going to find her! He took a step, walked off the pier, and continued off towards his home to get dried off.

The divas hid behind a building a little ways away, breathing sighs of relief. Thank goodness they weren't caught! Suddenly, Starr laughed aloud. "And that's how you do it, Rookie."

"That was awesome, Starr!" Missy said, "We really did it! We saved that man!"

"Once a mission like that is complete, it really makes being a diva all worthwhile, don't you agree, Missy?" Foxx asked, "Although, now I'm all wet…" She removed her hat and shook her head out. "All we have to worry about now is the four of us catching colds." Missy looked at her questioningly, and BD-2 sighed lightly. "You know, because Max is wet too, you know."

"Oh! Right…!"

Starr placed her hands on her hips as Missy pulled out her glasses cloth, only to find that it was as wet as the rest of her clothes. "Well, I suppose that settles that!" the leader proclaimed as Missy sniffed and replaced her cloth, "I proclaim this mission…" The girls shouted in unison, "Complete!"

"Well, I'll go fill out what paperwork needs to be done. Anyone coming along with me?" Foxx asked. Missy and Starr nodded.

"Right, we'll all go together and get dressed into some spare uniforms before we catch cold," Starr said. The girls called for the helicopter to pick them up, and in the dead of night, the women were gone.


When the divas got together to work on paperwork, they found that the normally vibrant BD-3 was unusually quiet. When Foxx questioned her, she looked up. "Oh, it's nothing much, but there's one thing that bothers me, though…" she murmured as she chewed on her pencil, "You know, that Max guy… he said Melissa disappeared in the ocean…" She frowned. "But really, you think she's alive…? I wouldn't want to instill false hope in him. I mean, people usually don't just 'disappear into the ocean'…"

"I'm sure everything will turn out fine," Starr said, "I mean, I have a feeling that she's fine." BD-1 frowned lightly. "Although, the thought of people getting kidnapped from the bottom of the ocean frightens me a bit."

Foxx stopped typing, and the divas looked up at their colleague. "Foxx? Is something wrong?"

"Oh god…" she murmured, staring through the screen as she probed her mind, "It… it can't be…"

"Foxx?"

"S…Starr…" BD-2 looked up at her superior. "You… you may be on to something…" She tapped away at her laptop as she explained, "Here, here, look at this. This is the data I picked up from the meteorites before they landed on Earth."

"Data from meteorites?" Missy asked, smiling teasingly, "You've been all space rock-y ever since that huge meteor nearly destroyed Earth, huh?"

"Very funny. That meteor was incredibly huge, and to think we hadn't even noticed it until it was close enough to crash into Earth…" Foxx pursed her lips, "It's no coincidence that afterward, those aliens…"

"The Rhombulans?"

"Yes, the Rhombulans attacked Earth directly and tried to prevent us from singing anything." She swerved in her swivel chair to face her colleagues. "It was a stroke of luck that we were able to fight back and destroy the mother-ship. I just… I couldn't help but shake the feeling…"

"That it wasn't over…" Starr finished, suddenly taking the conversation seriously.

"Right. When the meteors appeared, when I heard that they were going to break Earth's atmosphere, I became suspicious. Something's been out to get us Earthlings for the past few years. They've tried indirectly destroying Earth, and then we had a full scale attack. What are other natural plans that can be used during wartime?"

The women stared at Foxx, and she sighed yet again. Sometimes she felt she was surrounded by people who couldn't think for themselves. "Assimilation, spies… wearing us down…" She placed her hands on her thighs in thought. "This isn't over. We're still under attack, and it's up to us to stop it, just like we have all the other times."

"Sounds like a plan. So, how are we going to tell the commander?" Missy asked. Foxx turned to Missy, and the two looked at Starr.

BD-1 groaned. "I'll see what I can do…" She muttered under her breath. The divas smiled brightly at her. Whatever was deciding to attack the planet, it was time to fight back against yet again.


DUNDUNDUNNN.

I really wasn't sure whether or not to actually have the annoying guy pestering Foxx but then I read a bunch of stories filled with people who acted JUST LIKE THAT so I kept it in.

Also the "Huge Meteor" that Missy mentions is a reference to another game that's very similar to this one. You guys probably have an inkling of it now.