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Cornerian Defense Force HQ

James pulled up to the red energy gates of the large white building. Usually the CDF didn't spring for heavy protection, but the gates were almost a necessity after the first successful satellite launch. They didn't want anyone getting a hold of their data that was not supposed to. The orange vulpine rolled his window down as the gate guard walked up to the car.

"Can I see some-" the yellow lab started but instantly froze as he saw the dark sunglasses. "Oh, I- I'm sorry, Mr. McCloud. I… didn't recognize you at first, sir," he chuckled sheepishly.

"Not a problem soldier," James smiled.

The soldier tilted his head and looked behind the vulpine. "Ah, I see you brought the kits too. What's the occasion, if I may ask?"

"Stazac called me earlier; said he had something to show me."

"How long you gonna be here, sir?" the canine asked, pulling out a small device.

"Hopefully not for too long. I don't want to overstay my welcome," James chuckled.

The yellow lab grinned and nodded his head. He trotted over to the booth and pressed a button, letting the red gates disengage. He gave James a thumbs-up, and James throttled up and drove through the gates. He slowly wound around the lot, before parking in a space only a few feet away from the main entrance to the headquarters. There was a sign just at the start of the parking space with the famous logo painted on it; a black fox with a large wing sprouting out of its back. James exhaled as he turned the car's engine off, and slowly stepped out of the machine. He chuckled as he saw the other orange vulpine asleep in the back seat.

"Don't worry Wolf, I'll get him," James piped up as the lupine reached for the back seat door handle. Wolf obliged, and began walking towards the main entrance. James walked his way around the car and opened the door, revealing the young fox with his head dangling on the seatbelt. He combed his paw through Fox's fur as he spoke softly.

"Fox, we're here… wake up, kit."

Fox grunted, and reached out his arms toward his father. "Carry me," he half mumbled and half slurred.

James chuckled, and lifted the vulpine out of the car. He held Fox's legs with his arms, and Fox laid his muzzle on top of James' head. Fox loosely wrapped his arms around his father's neck as they slowly walked to the main entrance.

"You're getting too heavy for this," James grinned, hoisting the little vulpine higher on his back. Fox had a cheesy smile as they walked into the massive building. It looked like an airport terminal, but instead of tourists and flight attendants, there were Cornerians in lab coats and highly equipped soldiers wandering the floors of the giant military headquarters. They walked up to the receptionists; a grey furred feline with a dark overcoat and a microphone dangling from her ear. She glanced up at the duo and squealed softly.

"Aww, you two are just way too adorable," she purred.

James gave her a proud smile. "He's a piece of work, don't let that sly smile get to ya."

The feline giggled as Fox rubbed his nose on his father's ear. "So, what are you here for, Mr. McCloud?"

"I'm supposed to be meeting someone here; Vince Stazac."

The feline nodded, and typed a few keys on her computer. "Stazac is on the third floor, west wing; room 12."

"Thanks," James smiled before walking over to the elevator. About halfway there, he swiftly jerked around, almost throwing Fox from his shoulders.

"Did you happen to see Wolf come in here?" he questioned. He lost the lupine when he went to get Fox out of the car.

"O'Donnell? I think he turned down the hall towards the barracks."

"Ah, thanks," he waved before stepping into the empty elevator. He pressed the number 3, and waited as the elevator rose up slowly.

"What does Uncle Vince want, dad?" Fox suddenly said right in James' ear, startling the older vulpine.

"Probably something about the satellites," James responded after catching his breath. "They sent another satellite yesterday, and they wanted me to come see the results."

"Cool," Fox said before burying his muzzle in James' hair. James smiled as he felt the breath leave the kit's nose.

The door opened, and James' jaw fell at the sights in the hallway. Scientists were rushing in and out of the doors, dropping papers as they quickly sped between rooms. The Cornerians were yelling over the sounds of instruments buzzing and blaring. It looked like a bunch of freshman in high school that were late for the first class of the day. Streaks of white kept temporarily blinding the older vulpine, even through his dark shades. Fox tried to get down, but James tightened his grip.

"Stay up there, I don't want to lose you in this mob."

James slowly inched his way through the hallway, getting bumped and hit from all angles by the paranoid scientists. James himself started to feel a little worried as most of the Cornerian scientists never lost their cool this bad. The only thing that would make them this edgy would be if they found some kind of ground-breaking information, which James instantly speculated that they did, considering the fact Vince had never called him in months prior.

"Vince!" James shouted at the sight of the short haired arctic fox at his station. Vince turned around and his ears instantly perked up.

"Oh, there you are James," he sighed heavily. Vince looked like he hadn't slept in days. His fur was matted, his hair was spiked out in all directions, and his white lab coat was stained and wrinkled. He smiled faintly as he saw the kit on James' shoulders.

"Hey Fox, sorry about this whole situation we're dealing with," he chuckled sheepishly.

"What is this 'whole situation', Vince?" James questioned, setting the kit down on the chair next to him. Fox's curiosity got the best of him instantly, as he started wandering around the room, gazing at all the equipment.

"The giant satellite we sent a few days ago?" Vince started, slicking back his hair. "We're getting way too much information from it. I mean, we're getting a shit ton of information and we can't keep up with it."

"What kind on information?" James asked, sitting at the station next to the arctic fox. He carefully removed his signature shades and stared intently at Vince's screens.

"For starters," Vince began, "These humans… They are split into hundreds of countries. Some are allied with others, and others have full-fledged wars brewing. Secondly, their military is much more primitive than we thought."

"As in?"

"You already knew they still used kinetic weaponry, but we also found out that they also still use infrared signals and satellite targeting."

James scoffed, grinning faintly. "Damn, you weren't kidding."

"I know, right?" Vince smiled. "Their aircrafts are also fairly underdeveloped. They are somewhat slow, and still require the usage of a landing strip."

"Good grief," James groaned, placing his paw over his face. "Anything else you want to share that isn't cringe-worthy?"

"Um…" Vince thought, trying to keep himself from laughing at the orange vulpine's statement. After thinking with a sly grin smeared on his face, he finally broke the silence.

"They're… kinda weird looking…" he stated frankly. "And that coming from me," he added, showing off his pearly white teeth with a goofy smile.

"How so?" James chuckled at the face the arctic fox just made.

"They are relatively furless. I mean, they have fur, but… only on the males for some reason. They do have hair though, but it comes off as greasy and matted sometimes."

"Interesting," James hummed, gripping his muzzle. Vince noticed his action and quickly added.

"Another thing. Their faces are relatively flat," he said, then put his paw around James' muzzle. "None of these," he chuckled, shaking the vulpine's facial protrusion playfully.

"Alright, I get it," James grunted nasally, prying Vince's wrist from his nose. "What about these?" he forcefully moved Vince's arm back to his own body, and made his paw slap and rub his snowy white ears.

"Oh, uh…" Vince grunted as he removed his wrist from James' grip. "Ear wise, and keep in mind my major is in engineering, not anatomy," he grinned, but continued on. "They have them, but much different than ours. They're located on the sides of the head, not on top."

"How's that work?"

"I guess their ear canals go straight through the sides of their heads instead of on top. Like I said James, not a biologist."

Jams still gave the white vulpine a quizzical look. "Ain't that strange…"

"And, another weird thing these humans have… or rather don't have, are tails… completely nonexistent."

"No tails?" James repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope." Vince said, popping his lips on the letter 'p'.

"These humans are weird," James stated, caressing his muzzle that Vince shook around.

Vince grinned sheepishly and spun back around to face his computer. "Anatomy lessons aside, there are also various climate zones on this planet, much like our own. Fertile farming grounds cover the surface, and there are countless mountain ranges sprawled all over the planet. There is also on the southern-most pole of the planet, a giant ice cap completely devoid of all life."

"Any other climates?"

"All sorts. The widest part of their planet that is the closest to their star is covered in tropics. Once you start going away from that center line and go towards the polar regions, it becomes cooler and more of a forested planet. Keep going north, or south, and the trees give way to a frozen tundra type landscape, much like Fichina. There are also deserts, plains, coastal areas, highlands, everything."

"Not only that," Vince added before James could even put in his own two cents. "The planet itself is mostly water. Over 75% is covered in some sort of water source."

James quickly butted into Vince's ramble. "Hmm, considering the immense amount of water on this planet's surface, do they have a lot of warfare on open seas?"

"Sometimes," Vince shrugged. "They have what's called a 'Navy'. It's basically a department of the military focused on aquatic defense. Apparently many of the countries have been invaded by other countries by boat."

"Hmm," James hummed.

"Also, this will be important to you, so listen closely." He pulled up a map of Earth and displayed it on his computer screen. He zoomed in on the western hemisphere, and pointed to a large section of a massive continent.

"This right here," he gestured to the northern section of the continent, "Is a country called the United States. If you were ever planning on setting up an alliance with the planet, even though I wouldn't recommend doing so, I suggest starting with this country here. It's the most advanced and the most powerful nation on the planet."

"Ah, thanks for the tip," James smiled, patting the scientist's back. "You wonder why I keep you around."

Vince turned his head and nodded towards Fox, who was wandering around the room, looking at the countless computer screens. "He's another reason."

"Good point," James chuckled. "I, honestly, am really impressed with Fox. He has never gotten into trouble ever, he's extremely intelligent, and he also has a way with working with machines. Did you know he helped me fix up the old sporty last week?"

"Him?" Vince echoed in disbelief. "Wow."

"That's what I said," James responded, looking up at the ceiling. "I owe some of this to you, Vince. He wouldn't be this interested in science and technology if you weren't here."

Vince smiled and flicked his tail. "I thought he always wanted to go into sports?"

"He did, but then all this intergalactic stuff happened, and now that's all he talks about anymore. He almost drowned me in questions this morning about this system."

Vince chuckled softly. "I'll make sure to put his name down when he's old enough," he smirked, playfully smacking James' arm. James was about to punch back, but was stopped as Vince's computer started buzzing loudly.

"Oh… Oh…" he gaped at the screen. "What the hell is this? Our first satellite is online again."

"What?" James half shouted. "I thought the first one was compromised."

"I thought so too," Vince replied, not breaking his death stare on the monitor. "This is the emergency signal when the main diagnostics chip is removed."

"You don't suppose they are trying to decode it?"

"I'd put credits on it, but I wouldn't put credits on them solving it. We used the latest coding encryption methods, and I'd say that they still have some primitive means of decoding. Still, that doesn't rule out the possibility of them successfully decoding it."

Vince suddenly gasped, clamping his left paw on his forehead. "Our coordinates. They could find out our coordinates."

"Vince," James said softly, but his plea came on deaf ears.

Vince started to panic. "They could be on our doorstep in a week. They could launch an attack! Oh god, what have we-"

"Vince," James shook the scientist's shoulder. "They have no ways of getting to us. Their aircrafts can barely break Mach speed, and they only have primitive satellites in terms of space technology. We'll be fine."

The white vulpine calmed down and sighed in relief. "That's true. We are billions of light years away, there's no chance of them getting to us." He glanced down at his keyboard, mumbling to himself trying to reassure himself of the situation.

"Only us getting to them."

Cornerian Defense Force Barracks

Wolf popped into the mess hall of the giant military building. He often times did this to meet up with some of his friends that he had made whilst enlisted in the Academy. One of them being a small female Siberian husky that he had come to admire in his classes. She had a brilliant white coat of fur, with patches of light cinnamon brown fur on her face. That same light brown color worked around her arms, tail, ears, and back. Her hair, which was a relatively darker sandy brown, exploded off of her head and ran around her pointy ears all the way down to beyond her shoulder blades. She was easily the most attractive canine in the Academy, and Wolf knew it. He was able to create a great and lasting relationship with the copper husky, but still was yet to take it to the next step as much as he wanted to.

He spotted the husky instantly, and his heart instantly warmed up to her beautiful figure. Still beautiful as ever, he thought to himself. She changed her hair too, I don't remember the bangs in front of her ears. Whatever, it doesn't matter; she's still gorgeous. Oh, what I would do to have her in my life…

"Well, Miss Spitz, how's the force been treating ya?" Wolf smiled, sliding into the seat next to her and laying his muzzle on her shoulder.

"Wolf, please don't call me that," the husky giggled, shrugging her shoulder to make Wolf's head fall off.

"Fine then, Sheila," he said with a sarcastic inflection, "How you been doing?"

"Meh, not bad," Sheila smirked, taking a sip of her water bottle.

"Not bad?" Wolf echoed. "You just got promoted to lead Husky Squadron pilot and you're saying you're not bad?"

"Oh, so you've heard?" the copper husky said, pushing her long bangs out of her eyes. "How'd you know?"

"Kinda hard not to when it's all over the news."

"They seriously put that on the news?" Sheila sighed, putting her paw over her left eye. She glanced over at Wolf with her pale blue eyes wide open, spewing questions. "Did I look good? Was my hair ok? Was-"

"You were beautiful," Wolf stated warmly, laying his paw on the canine's shoulder.

"Oh," she grinned, feeling a rush of heat in her cheeks. "Thanks… but we both know you're just saying that to make me feel better."

"How could you think I didn't really mean that?" Wolf asked, trying to sound hurt.

"Well… I-I don't-"

"Are you blushing?" Wolf interrupted with a cheesy smile.

"Wha- no I'm not," Shelia glared, but she couldn't deny or control the burning sensation in her face.

"Oh my god you're blushing!" Wolf laughed.

"You're so mean," she whined, trying to say as stoic as possible, but found a slight smile creasing her face. She eventually broke down giggling as Wolf lowered his ears. She looked down to try to avoid his gaze, but there was only so much she could do to get away from him.

Wolf leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I think someone likes me…" he said tauntingly.

Sheila jerked her head around, almost butting heads with the lupine. "What if I do?" she snapped, but instantly reeled back and covered her muzzle in disbelief at what she revealed.

"I was only- what?" Wolf stared at the husky, almost as shocked as she was. They sat there at the empty table in silence, staring at each other, waiting for someone to break the ice.

Sheila quickly tried to patch things up. "Wolf, I- I mean, um, I… ah forget it…" she sighed, and glanced down at the ground. "I admit it."

"Admit what?" Wolf asked in a low voice. "Are… you serious? You can't be serious."

"I'm just gonna spare the drama," the canine stated frankly, then lifted her head back up. "Wolf, I like you. There, I said it," she admitted quickly, then turned her head away and waited for the response.

"Me?" Wolf repeated, enlarging his violet eyes and keeping his muzzle wide open. "W-why?"

"Well, we've been friends for so long, and after a while, I… I felt kinda strange. Whenever I was around you, I just felt this weird feeling, and," her voice trailed off as she glanced back at Wolf. Much to her surprise, Wolf was smiling. A cheesy, happy, and most of all, loving smile plastered itself on Wolf's maw. He leaned back over to the husky and wrapped his arm around her.

"I know exactly how you feel… because that's how I was the first time I met you."

"Y-you too?" she stuttered, her muzzle dropping to the floor.

Wolf half-nodded, and looked up at the ceiling. "There's no easy way to say this… but I liked you too. The first day of the Academy, I saw you, and I was instantly attracted to you," he explained sheepishly, sometimes scratching the back of his neck. "I wanted to ask you out after a while but… in all honesty… I was shy. That caught me by surprise, because I'm never shy around anyone."

A faint purring sound resounded from Sheila's maw as she responded. "To be honest, I… I was shy around you too. Once we got to know each other a bit, the shyness started to die down, but I still was hesitant on asking your opinion on me."

Wolf cracked a smiled, and looked back down at the cinnamon colored husky. "Can I say it now?" he asked intently, his tail flicking wildly.

"I guess," she giggled, drawing closer to the lupine.

Wolf sighed and brought his voice to a low whisper; his face mere inches away from Sheila's. "You are the most intelligent, beautiful, and kind-hearted girl I've ever met, and I would want nothing more than to spend all of my time with someone like you," he said flawlessly, almost as if he had been rehearsing it.

Sheila started tearing up, and spoke quietly. "Same goes for me too."

Sheila suddenly got a burst of courage, and leaned a few inches forward, joining both their muzzles together. Wolf cradled the back of her head, and locked himself in a deep and passionate kiss with the husky. Both of them wanted this moment to last forever. However, that was not the case, as a tall, muscular black raven came up behind them and squawked, jerking the two out of their moment.

"What the hell are you doing O'Donnell?!" he smirked, then walked around the table, plopping down across from the lupine.

Wolf staggered backward, almost falling out of his seat. "Holy shit Dennis don't do that!"

"Aw, screw you Dennis," Sheila giggled, throwing her plastic spoon at the bird.

"So… you finally got the balls to ask, eh Wolf?" Dennis chirped with a sly smile.

"I would say yes, but I didn't ask…"

"Woah, hold on, she asked you?" Dennis asked with an eyebrow raised

"It's," Wolf sighed, shaking his head with a smile. "It's complicated. Just know that we finally got together." He turned his head and gave a grin to the husky.

Dennis folded his hands and placed his elbows on the table. "Seriously though, I'm happy for you two. I honestly couldn't see a better match for either of you. Well, maybe Sheila, but-"

"You're an ass!" Wolf chuckled, swiping at the raven. After Dennis' laughter subsided, he lowered his voice and glanced at the lupine.

"Hmm, have any plans later?" Dennis cooed, winking at Wolf.

"I don't know, do we?" Wolf turned his head to Sheila, winking in the same manner Dennis did.

"Oh, aren't you a charming little puppy," she purred, twirling her long, sandy hair with her paw. Dennis instantly exploded into laughter, and buried his beak into his arms. Wolf blushed noticeably and wrapped his arm around the husky. She leaned her head in and whispered in his ear.

"Call me later; obviously we need a little privacy," she said softly, before sticking her tongue in the lupine's ear, causing him to stagger backwards and almost fall out of his seat. Wolf was glowing a bright red as he resituated himself, but heard a voice call out from behind him.

"Wolf! Let's head out!" James yelled, waving his paw at the table.

"Looks like you need to go," Sheila smiled, still in a state of disbelief at what had just happened not five minutes ago.

"Ah, alright. I'll call you later," Wolf smiled, giving another comforting hug to the canine. Sheila snuck in a kiss on the lupine's muzzle as he pulled away, making him grin even larger.

"See ya Wolf," she said warmly, and watched as his grey tail disappeared around the corner. She turned around and glared at Dennis once the lupine was out of earshot.

"What?" Dennis chuckled, holding his wings out by his sides. "Don't get mad at me, I was just curious."

Dennis was older than the husky; he being 27 and Sheila only being 19, but he sure didn't act his age. He would constantly crack jokes and try to make any situation lighter. Some of his humor came on some controversial grounds sometimes, but he was always well liked amongst everyone in the CDF. In terms of military rankings, Dennis was much lower than Sheila, which flared up his jealousy, but he still respected the young commander. He was a massive and intimidating raven, standing at six foot six and almost 220 pounds, but he was very kind and compassionate once you got to know him.

"Just go easy on him, Dennis," she stated, taking another drink from her silver bottle. "I know you like to mess with the younger fellas, including me, but can you lay it off for a bit with us please? Just until we can get a feeling for what we've gotten ourselves into?"

"Not a prob, Spitzie," Dennis grinned, trying to withhold his faint chuckling.

Sheila heard the laughter and quickly jumped on him. "That's an order, Corax," she barked firmly, but calmly, glaring at the raven with an evil grin.

"Alright, alright, I'll go easy on you two," Dennis said in defeat. "For now…"

"Dennis," she said slowly, trying to guilt-trip the avian. Dennis instantly threw his wings up.

"Alright, I'm done! I promise!" he squawked, slowly standing up and walking backwards to the door. "I will not say another word!"

"You're talking right now, aren't you?" she said slyly, winking at him.

"Ahhh, dammit dammit dammit da-" his voice faintly trailed off as he walked out the door. Sheila giggled as she finished the rest of her water. As she stood up, her wrist transmitter buzzed loudly.

"Spitz," she stated firmly into the receiver. She listened as a familiar voice began speaking. Once the person had finished relaying his message, she instantly responded.

"Not a problem general, I'll be there as soon as I can."

Kennedy Space Center

"Hey Sanders, did you ever call Colonel Trent about this whole ordeal?" Grant suddenly asked.

"Oh, shit, I never thought of that," Sanders grumbled. "Gimme your phone for a sec, I can patch a call through to him."

Grant reluctantly handed the other scientist his phone, and in less than eight seconds was on the phone with the officer.

If you look up the word 'intimidation' in the dictionary, you will find a picture of Colonel Justin Trent right next to it. He is a big, stocky man with muscles on top of his muscles. Trent is a little younger than middle aged, but he could effectively command an army in no time flat. He had a deep voice, which furthered his intimidation factor even more. Although his stature would state otherwise, he wasn't big into combat. He was mainly focused more on military sciences and communications, which always made for a good laugh in the office. Unlike his physical appearance, Trent was a kindhearted soldier, and would take time out of his busy schedule to see if everything was running smoothly.

"Sir?" the scientist said into the device. "Sir it's Sanders. We've found something, we need you here as soon as possible… No it's nothing bad… It's that alien satellite… Yes, sir, I apologize for not asking for your permission first, but my partner and I were able to decode the data somewhat… Yes sir…" he removed the phone from his face and spoke to the other scientist.

"He'll be here in a sec. Good news, he's in a good mood, and he's always been interested in these alien satellites."

A few minutes passed, and the door to the communications room opened, revealing Colonel Trent. All the scientists instantly sprang up and gave their salute to the superior officer.

"Okay boys, enough of the formalities," he stated casually. "Grant, Sanders, what's up?"

Sanders sat back down and pointed to the large data chip. "Grant pulled that chip out of the alien satellite, and it turns out that it was completely loaded with all sorts of valuable information."

The colonel hummed curiously, and pointed at the screen. "It that what you were able to grab from it?"

"Yes sir," he stated proudly. Trent leaned in closer, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"Coordinates?" Sanders and Grant nodded simultaneously. Trent continued.

"Can we use these to-"

"Send our own observation satellite? Yes sir," Sanders finished for him. Trent nodded in approval.

"You guys already have a satellite built, correct?"

"Yes sir," Sanders replied.

"And you can just program the flight plans to these coordinates?"

"Yes sir," Sanders repeated.

"You two are amazing," Trent laughed, putting his hands on the scientists' shoulders.

"There's only one problem, sir," Sanders spoke hesitantly, not wanting to invoke the Colonel's rage.

"And what would that be?" he asked somewhat disappointedly.

Sanders drummed his fingers on the desk. "Well, we've never tested a long distance launch like this. There's way too many variables that we don't know yet. We don't know this planet's gravitational pull, if there are any obstacles, if there will be any interference from the star or the other planets, if-"

"Alright, I understand," Trent cut him off. He didn't sound upset, he sounded more or less curious about these observations. His eyes suddenly shifted to the chip on the table. "Would that have some of that information?"

"Actually, yes. I'm pretty sure it would."

Sanders turned his chair around and quickly began scanning the files scattered on his computer. Trent leaned on the scientist's chair and gazed intently and curiously at the screen.

"Is that translated?" Trent asked suddenly.

"As a matter of fact, no," Sanders replied. "These file names were in English when we first got them. Doesn't really matter though, the contents of these files are coded extremely well."

"Coded?" Trent echoed.

Sanders shrugged. "Guess these aliens thought ahead… It's not basic coding either, it's got an almost flawless encryption system."

"Damn," Trent whispered.

Sanders suddenly gasped as he moused over a file marked 'Corneria'. "There! Corneria."

"That's the name on the satellites, correct?"

"Yes, sir," he opened the file, but was disheartened at what he saw. "Gah, this is coded too?"

"Wait," Trent interrupted, "That's not coded language, that's measurements." He pointed at a few numbers and words. "See? That's their alien measurement scale."

"Still, I don't know what it means."

"You don't need to," Trent smirked. He stole the mouse from the scientist and scrolled through the massive amounts of information. He stopped suddenly as he finally found a word he understood.

"Oxygen…" he said faintly in disbelief. "This alien planet has oxygen."

"Not to be rude, sir, but I could have easily told you that."

"No, no, hold on," the Colonel said slowly. "I'm still looking. Looks as though the name of this planet given by these aliens is actually Corneria. Must be a company on the planet itself that's sending these satellites."

Another minute passed in silence. The only noise being made was the mouse wheel scrolling though the information Trent was gazing at. Trent suddenly had an idea pop into his head.

"Wait, is the data they took from our planet look somewhat like this?"

Sanders cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah… how does that help us, sir?"

"With a little bit of calculations, we could translate their measurements for their planetary mass and gravitational pull into our measurement scale."

"Aw, sir, you're brilliant!"

Trent smiled and scrolled through the data on Earth the satellite had collected. He snatched up a notepad from behind the keyboard and began jotting down some notes. He wrote down Earth's mass on one corner of the small notepad, then copied down the measurements for the same subject in the Cornerian scale. He then did the same thing for Corneria; copying down the Cornerian measurement and left the other corner blank.

"And the other kids in my algebra class said we would never use this stuff," he chuckled to himself as he effortlessly completed the ratios and had a measurement for the planetary mass of Corneria.

"Wow… It's not too far off from us. Only a couple thousand kilograms larger than Earth. If that's the case, their gravitational pull shouldn't be much stronger than ours. My suggestion for this satellite; try to make it more resilient against the outer gravitational fields, so we can take into consideration possible outside interferences, like you mentioned earlier."

"Understood," Sanders said, unable to comprehend what he just witnessed. He just watched his superior military officer completely dumbfound him in terms of mathematical knowledge. Grant elbowed the scientist, chuckling faintly.

"So, when do you want us to proceed with the launch, sir?" Grant spoke, himself still awestruck with the Colonel's knowledge.

"Well, if the satellite is completed, and assuming you can program the flight plan into it fairly quickly, I want that satellite off the ground in a few hours. M'kay?"

"Yes, sir," they recited in unison. Trent gave them a thumb up, and began walking out the door. He stopped in the doorway and glanced up to the ceiling. After thinking for a few minutes, he turned around and faced the two scientists.

"I want to find out what these alien sons of bitches want from us."