BOOM!
The loud explosion disturbed Jena in her meditative state. She sighed as she got up from her red rug and approached her friend who stood outside.
"Who's fault is it this time, Strike?" she asked.
"Well, it is the Blue team's tank and its firing at the Reds'. This is most likely your territory." The clone pointed at the right side of the canyon.
"But Washington and the others wouldn't blindly attack…"
BOOM!
"Well, you're the Blue team's liaison. Go… 'liase' or something." Strike said.
Jena growled before exiting the small shelter she and Strike lived at. She stepped in the middle of a jungle canyon with damaged ship parts everywhere. She went to the right where she knew the Reds were living at. Once there, she came across Agent Washington who stood next to the tank.
"Wash, what's the meaning of this?" Jena asked.
"Don't ask me!" Wash said. "Sarge is the one who's blowing up his own base!"
"Sarge?" Jena asked.
"Hey, Jena." Sarge greeted from the inside of the tank. "How do you like our new tank?"
"Your tank?" Jena asked. "Sarge, we all agreed that the tank is to be in the Blue team's care!"
"We were just borrowing the tank for a little construction work." Simmons said.
"Red base is in desperate need of renovations." Sarge explained.
"Sarge, normally, the Red team's affairs are meant for Strike to handle, but since you're using the Blue team's property to waste ammunition and shelter, this matter shall be settled by me." Jena said. "And I say, get out of the tank."
"Not a chance." Sarge refused. "Possession's nine-tenths of the law and the other tenth is a tank, and I've got both."
Jena was just about ready to kill this man, but she knew better not to give into the dark side. So instead, she waved her hand at Sarge's direction. "You will get out of the tank now."
"I'll get out of the tank now." Sarge complied. As soon as he was outside, he shuttered back to reality. "What the? Hey! I call no mind tricks! Look, Blue base is built directly below the crash site! You've got an unfair advantage!"
"Sarge, the Reds and Blues aren't fighting." Washington said. "We're just camped at opposite ends of the canyon… in color-divided teams… while heavily armed."
"It is kinda weird why you keep carrying guns." Jena said.
"Well, have you ever figured that fighting is just in our nature?" Sarge asked. "It's almost instinctual. If we're not constantly trying to stab each other in the back, we'll surely die."
"Dear God, I hate you." Washington expressed.
Washington continued to lecture the Reds until he took Caboose to drive the tank back to the Blues' side of the canyon. Jena was left with Sarge and his men.
"Look, Sarge, if you're so desparate for some redecorating, I'll see if Strike is willing to help. He is the one in charge of mediating the Red team. But don't take equipment from the Blues just to blow your home into a crater."
"When you put it like that, you make us sound like psychopaths who specialize in overkill." Sarge said.
Jena pinched right between her eyes and sighed. "I don't know why I bother with you."
Jena left the Red team and headed toward where Washington was. When she arrived, the Freelancer was already giving Tucker a lecture.
"Tucker, why did you let the Reds take the tank?" Jena asked.
"Ugh! Not you too!" Tucker groaned.
"Tucker, we crashed in the middle of an unknown planet, we're trying to radio for help, we've got a limited supply of essentials, and Church and Carolina have gone missing." Caboose frowned at that last comment. "We don't need to let everyone get their hands on dangerous equipment."
"Why don't you guard it then?" Tucker asked. "You're a Jedi. You can probably cut us all up if you wanted. All you do right now is hide out in your special room at the center of the canyon dozing off."
"I'm not dozing. I'm meditating." Jena explained. "Ever since we crashed on this strange planet, I've been feeling a strange sensation in the Force. It's coming from all around us and it's very strong. I've been trying to investigate it, but it's very hard to, even without all your usual crazy antics. It's like a loud, deafening noise that you can't quite identify. I'm hoping it's nothing bad, but just in case, I'd appreciate it if you didn't give me a reason to break out of my trance."
"Right. Which is why I'm in charge for now." Wash said. "Someone needs to get you and Caboose in shape while Jena is meditating."
"If we're going into shape, can I be a cube?" Caboose asked. "I've always wanted to be a cube."
"This is total BS." Tucker complained.
Jena sighed as she returned to her cave where Strike was.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"The Reds have been using the tank to blow holes in their shelter." Jena said. "Somehow, that doesn't annoy me anymore."
"Is it just me, or are they getting dumber ever since we crashed?"
"I know. Listen, Strike, would you mind keeping an eye on the Red team? Wash is keeping Tucker and Caboose under control, but I'd feel a lot better if the Reds had a compotent soldier watching over them."
"Me? Why me?" Strike asked.
"You're the Red team's liaison. Go 'liase' or something." Jena answered smugly.
"Oh, ha-ha. You're a real laugh riot, sunshine." Strike said sarcastically before leaving the shelter.
Jena walked over to the red carpet she laid out on the floor. She took a deep breath as she sat down and closed her eyes. She relaxed her mind trying to focus herself. She took in all her senses other than her sight trying to get deeper into the strange feeling coursing through her.
Suddenly, in place of the blackness she saw, Jena's mental sight had a certain scene. It was in the same canyon she and the others were in. They were being blasted by a large, dark-green machine with rocket launchers on its side and two, thin legs keeping it up. It looked nearly broken down, but it kept firing missiles in Spanish. The scene nearly shook Jena.
Her vision changed to another man in armor. The man's armor was black and orange. He fought alongside the Reds and Blues in the canyon against a large amount of soldiers in white armor being lead by a dark-green-armored soldier who turned invisible immediately. That definitely shook Jena.
The last vision was a dark one. In her mental sight, she saw someone who she somehow knew was a woman. This woman wore a black cloak along with a black mask with silver outlines and a dark-red visor. This cloaked woman showed off a red lightsaber with a circle surrounding its handle. This strange, dark woman gazed quickly at Jena and jumped forward with a sudden strike. That was enough to scare Jena awake.
When Jena opened my eyes and brought herself back to reality, she felt warm. She brushed her hand on her forehead and noticed the sweat she was picking up from it. She took several deep breaths looking back at everything she saw.
"What… was that?" she asked with a trembling tone of voice. "Were those… visions? Did… Did I just see the future? What's going on?"