Chapter 6: Troubles

An hour later, Reia was still snoozing, and things seemed to have gone back to their usual routine, as the Girls were doing their own thing, but the Professor had taken interest in something he had seen earlier.

It was the flat, diamond-shaped thing that Reia had dropped earlier, while in the Training Room. It was an odd, light purple, and had some strange markings near the top and bottom. In the center was a small button, and right now, it glowed with a soft light. The Professor was wondering whether if he should press it our not. He knew it was Reia's property, and that he should give it back, but what if it contained something that could greatly benefit mankind? If he just gave it back, who knows what revolutionary secrets he would be giving up? "If there are any secrets at all, that is," he whispered to himself."After all, it could just be a hi-tech journal or something like that." He sighed. "I…I shouldn't do this. The risk of revealing something personal about her is too risky." He decided to give it back after she woke up, and put it on a nearby counter next to a few flasks.

Meanwhile, the girls had met in their room to discuss just they were going to do with their guest.

"Okay," started Blossom, "what are we going to do about Reia?" "What do you mean?" asked Bubbles, "She's doing fine!"

"Yeah, but I mean, what's she going to do while we're at school, or when we're fighting? She can't just stay home all the time. If people see the lights on at home, and they know all of us are gone, they're going to get suspicious about something." Buttercup nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I don't want people calling the police, or raidin' our house while we're busy!" However, after a few minutes of thinking, Buttercup got frustrated. "This stinks! I'm goin' to see what the Professor has to say about this." Blossom brightened up. "Hey, that's actually not a bad idea! I think last time I saw him, he was in his lab. Come on!"

Unfortunately for them, the Professor had just gone to the bathroom, so when they reached the lab, they couldn't find him anywhere.

"Where is he? I know I saw him go in here…" thought Blossom.

Suddenly, there was a shout. "Hey, Blossom! Bubbles! Check this out!"

They quickly flew over, and they saw Buttercup holding the diamond thing. "What do you suppose this is?" she asked.

Blossom shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen anything like it." She looked at it closer. "It's probably Reia's. Look at the markings on the top and bottom. I haven't seen any markings like that before." "Hey," asked Bubbles, "what do you think that button does?" "I don't know," started Blossom, "but I don't think you should-" Too late. Buttercup had already pressed the button.

Suddenly, a holographic screen came up from the top markings, which had a 3-D picture of Reia's face on it, along with a deal of other information.

"Whoa…this must be her I.D, or something." "Yeah…but look! This is her face, but look at the name next to it!" They were shocked.

The name next to her face read: Flamera Chazier.

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Back in space…

"Now… where to start?" the alien asked himself. He began scanning and extracting data from computers (which he thought old and obsolete) in highly populated areas on Earth.

"Hmmm…perhaps in this New Orleans, Louisiana? They say it is called the 'Big Easy'. Perhaps that can apply to conquering as well?" He laughed a little at that. he started to hack and upload history information. "No…It seems to have a problem with violence. Perhaps somewhere else?" He then checked Washington, D.C.

"The capitol of the nation? Not yet…it's bound to have many defenses."

This went on for a while, Zoda checking out well-known cities, and finding faults with them. Until, of course, he came to Townsville.

"Hmm…Monster attacks? Villains bent on world domination? I NEED to look at this area first! It sounds as if this city is going to be destroyed at any moment! I may be just the area to start our attack, and rebuild on the ruins. He fed a few news videos of monster attacks into the ship. "Yes! With the constant attacks on this city, taking this area will be all too easy!" He instantly set the coordinates, and flew in, ready as he'd ever been.

He didn't see the satellite nearby taking pictures of him, however…

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"So, she lied to us."

"Yep."

"Her name isn't Reia, its Flammera."

"Yep."

"And the thing says her occupation is an intergalactic policeman…woman…thing. Right?"

"Yep."

"Will you stop saying 'yep'?"

"Okay!"

Blossom sighed. They had learned Reia's real name and occupation, and now were talking about how to deal with it. "I say we just tell her we know," said Buttercup. "What's the worst she could do to us?"

"Burn us to a crisp. We don't know just how hot that fire breath of hers can get." "Oh…yeah. So what do we do?"

"Why don't you just break it to me real easy?" came a voice.

They screamed, and turned around. Reia-or Flamera now-was leaning in the doorway, with a smug smile or her face. "So, figured me out, huh?" She calmly walked over and took the I.D. diamond from Bubbles, who was holding at the time. "I've been looking for this." She smiled, and put the device in her back pocket of her suit. "So…are you mad?" Blossom asked.

"Well, mad that you found my I.D. card and didn't tell me, yes. Mad that you found out my real identity? Not much." She turned serious. "Why didn't you wake me? I fall asleep easy; I could've got back to napping after you gave it up."

The girls all looked downcast. "Sorry," was all they could say. Flamera's look softened. "Well…just let me know if you find anything that belongs to me next time, okay?"

"Okay!" Then, a thought crossed Blossom's mind. "Hey, uh, Flamera?" "Yeah?" "Why'd you have to keep your real name and occupation hidden from us?"

She smiled again. "Standard procedure. Normally, I can't let anybody know who I am, or what I do…but I trust you, so I guess I can make an exception." Then she walked off. Down the stairs, she bumped into the Professor. He instantly noticed the I.D in her hand.

"Say, how did you get that? I haven't-" "Don't worry yourself, Professor. Just head up to the Girls' room, and they'll tell you everything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to meditate."

"Huh, what the-what is she…have I missed something?" He scratched his head, then shrugged and turned to go to the girls' room. "I suppose I should get this sorted out…"

As the Professor tried to get his facts straight, Flamera was sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room, concentrating. She did this every day she wasn't working, and it was a must-do on her daily schedule. As she attempted to find her daily peace, she heard something on the TV. She had kept it on to test if she was really calm herself while interruptions were going on, and she was doing pretty good…until she heard what was on.

"This just in! According to our sources, a mysterious spacecraft has appeared in the sky above Townsville! Eyewitnesses report that the craft was black in color, was moving very fast, and had four separate engines, but nothing further than that." Flamera immediately snapped to attention. The reporter continued on, "With this new sighting, and the recent ship crash"-Flamera frowned at the memory- "could this be the signaling of an alien invasion? We'll have more news at 11:00!"

Flamera instantly stood up. Another ship? Here? "That could mean 1 of 3 things," she thought. "One, it could be a ISA ship come to get me, seeing as I haven't sent a status report yet, which I can't do. Two, it could be just a coincidence; it could be someone who is just traveling planets, a journeyer. Three, the people could be right, it could be an invasion scout come to test the possibility of conquering this world." She took a bit to carefully weighed the three possibilities, their probabilities of them being true, and their consequences if she did or didn't do something about it. Ultimately, she decided to go with number three, on the simple two facts that first, no traveler would need a fast ship, as they would most likely want to enjoy the trip, and second, no official ISA ship was black, but a light gray with yellow trim. That's when something hit her. "Say…as a matter of fact, aren't most illegal ships painted black to set them off from the crowd?" After mentally confirming that they were, she immediately went back to the Girls' room, where the Professor was just finishing getting his explanation for the third time.

"Professor! I need a disguise!"

She could feel something bad was going about to happen, and she was going to be ready for it.

Even if she had to parade around like one of them.