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Sydney sighed. She had just finished playing yet ANOTHER game of Hearts with the Manioc leaders.
"Look, I know-" Sydney started, but was cut off by Jorge, the leader of the alien race.
One of his six yellow hands covered her mouth. "Do not speak. Only speak when spoken to."
Sydney sighed and thought about biting Jorge's hand.
Jorge closed his eyes. Marc, Felix, and Antonio's green eyes bore into Sydney.
"We know of your hostile intentions." They said simultaneously.
"Do not worry, Ms. Bristow, we shall be home soon. Then, you shall meet the Regina… and your purpose will be made clear." Jorge explained.
Oh great. Sydney thought Just what I need.
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The plane was a regular Boeing 747. At least, on the outside. The inside was close to Air Force One, an office in the sky, the main difference being that in this office, the occupants were capable of parachuting from a compartment in the rear of the plane.
Weiss swirled around in the plush chair. "I can't believe they let us travel in this!" He exclaimed.
"We're only taking it because it has a rather convenient jail cell in the bottom of the plane." Jack replied. "Once we catch Catherine and Sark, then we can shove them in the cell and travel back to Los Angeles."
"I still say that all we have to do is talk to the Maniocs, then not only will we be able to access superior intellect, and Sydney, but we'll also be exposed to another culture! Just think of how fascinating it would all be!!" Vaughn ranted.
"Thank you, Mulder." Jack sarcastically remarked.
"What?" Vaughn asked.
"Never mind." Jack replied.
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"Catherine, let me ask you something…" Sark began.
"I don't do Q and A sessions." Catherine replied. "They aren't my style."
"Fine, then, I suppose that you have a plan."
"Yes."
Currently, they were waiting to board a private jet with the name "The Regina" painted on the side.
"And does this plan involve, oh, I don't know, Queen Elizabeth II?"
"No."
"Then why are we getting on a rather expensive looking jet with 'the Regina' on the side of it?"
"That, Julian, is the right question. Program Terminated."
"And that, Catherine, was a really bad imitation of 'I, Robot'"
"True."
"So, tell me, what are we doing on this fancy jet?"
"I suppose I should tell you…" Catherine sighed. "The Regina is the ruling leader of the monarchy of the Maniocs."
"You can't be serious!"
"Actually, I am. Look deeper, Scully, cause I ain't b.s.ing you today."
"What?"
"Never mind."
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"There are only so many things that we can teach you at this time, Ms. Bristow." Jorge said. They were playing hearts again. Sydney was winning, which wasn't a major accomplishment, since she had won the last five games, and the last consecutive twenty-seven rounds.
"So, what do you want me to do in the mean time?" Sydney asked.
"We want you to familiarize yourself with this space vessel, it shall be your home for the remainder of you existence." Jorge replied.
Sydney glanced at her surroundings. There was a sleeping area to the right of her, complete with a dresser, full-length mirror, and a queen bed. Beyond the sleeping area was a bathroom. Sydney hadn't been in there yet, but she assumed that it was as complete as the rest of the ship when it came to furnishings. The room they were currently in contained a blue table with blue, plastic chairs. There was a kitchen in front of her that had an oven, stove, microwave, refrigerator/freezer and storage cabinets, all in baby blue. As a matter of fact, the dresser in the bedroom was navy blue, all of the doors were sky blue, the frame of the mirror navy blue, the sheets on the bed were cerulean, which was basically blue, everything in the vessel was blue.
"Mind if I ask you guys something?" Sydney questioned.
"Go ahead." Jorge nodded.
"Why is everything… blue?" She asked.
"We like this color. It soothes us. And it is a safe color." Jorge replied.
"And what's a non-safe color?" Sydney inquired.
"The colors of the sun." Jorge answered. "Orange and red."
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The plane circled the Moscow airport several times. Vaughn anxiously watched out the window, looking at the harsh landscape, the pavement runways and a plane with big letters saying "The Regina" taking off.
"The Regina… I've seen that somewhere before… in a report… where did I see that?" Vaughn muttered.
Weiss was pacing along the aisle. He was getting cabin fever, and Vaughn was too preoccupied, acting like a little kid to talk to… Jack was his usual boorish self… there was nothing to do and he was stuck in a plane with polar opposites. What was a CIA agent to do?
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"Is that a CIA jet?" Sark asked. He was watching out the window as they were taking off.
"Where?" Catherine questioned, looking up from the book she was reading on the other side of the cabin.
"Over there." Sark replied, pointing. "Circling around the airport."
Catherine went to another window and looked out. She whistled. "Well I'll be. Good call. Yeah, that's American Government Issue. Most likely it's CIA. Probably sent to look for some terrorist or something."
"Or something."