So… Rogue will be having a conference. Enjoy, people.
Chapter 1: A Field Day for the Writers
Altitude Street, Club People Island. 0229
In a black and white house in Altitude Street, the rooms were silent. No sound was heard, and no sign of human presence was shown. There were empty plates in the sink, left unattended by the occupant. In a bedroom, the pillows were thrown around, as if the occupant had a difficulty in sleeping.
Underground, though, was another story. Right below the house was where Rogue Tvarkov was. She was fast asleep, on a chair before her desk. Her hair was disheveled, and she wore only a black tank top with her white pajama pants. On her desk were papers of Project: Infinite, as well as her sleeping white puffle, Frost.
Beside the puffle, her EPF Phone was there. She didn't notice the various text messages that were being sent to her. She finally woke up when her phone started ringing.
"Mm…" she groaned as she grabbed the phone. She raised her head up as she answered the call.
"Tvarkov." She said, clearing her throat.
"This is the Director." A mechanized voice was in the other line; "I need you at the Command Room, this instant."
Rogue looked at the clock on the wall, "Director… I uh… hm, how will I say this? It's two in the morning, ma'am. You remember the last time this happened, yes?"
"I do, Tvarkov." The Director sighed, "And sometimes, I regret it. We always disregard your bipolar disorder, no?"
"I guess so." Rogue sighed.
"Anyways, I'll give you 20 minutes to freshen up. I'll see you at 3." The Director said.
"Yes ma-" the call ended.
She walked into the Command Room, wearing a red jacket over her white tank top and cargo pants. She also wore black sneakers.
"General Tvarkov." The Director greeted her. The other Generals saw her, and acknowledged her presence. "Take a seat."
Rogue nodded, slipping into a chair. She could feel the tattered leather through her pants. She even felt some glass shards dig into her leg. She looked around the Command Room, some wires still falling. Renovation is underway for the room, and they first had to clean the place up.
"We're here today for the conference that will be held today." The Director said, "I understand that some of you have been pulled from their beds, or in between a nice good movie marathon, or maybe pulling an all-nighter. Though, the safety of the Island and its citizens goes first above all."
"Of course." The Generals said.
"The assigned General who will be speaking with the press is General Tvarkov." The Director said, "What we'll be doing now is planning security, and help Tvarkov with her preparations."
"Exactly how will we help her?" Dot asked.
"We will need to brief Tvarkov with what questions she'll be likely answering, as well as giving her all the information she'll need." The Director said, "Then, we'll teach her how to act and dress."
"Ooh, I'll be a puppet." Rogue said, "I always wanted to be a marionette. Do I get to wear strings while doing the conference?"
"Sarcasm, Tvarkov." Jet sighed.
"Whatever." Rogue rolled her eyes.
Rogue was now in her sister, Ezra Tvarkov's, office. She was browsing through the nth dossier.
"That's a file on the extent of injuries agents got." Ezra said.
"Hm…" Rogue said while scanning the papers, "Mostly bruises and minor internal bleeding."
"Bruises and minor internal bleeding." Ezra said while noting it on her notebook.
"Some had knives embedded on them, as well as shrapnel injuries." Rogue said while sighing, "Poor things had to be rushed to surgery."
"Knife embedment and shrapnel injuries, surgery." Ezra said.
"Why do you keep noting what I'm saying?" Rogue asked, slightly annoyed.
"Procedure, sister mine." Ezra said, sitting down before her, "I note down anything important, I reformat it and give you the notes to look at when you answer questions."
"Alright." Rogue said.
Rogue and Dot were now in the Stealth Vault, looking for a good suit for Rogue to wear.
"Lime isn't exactly your color, no?" Dot asked.
"It's fine." Rogue shrugged.
"Too big for you." Dot sighed as she pulled out a suit.
"You don't say." Rogue said, raising an eyebrow, "Look, can't I just go in my usual uniform?"
"Procedure, Rogue." Dot said as she looked at her clipboard again, "You're a petite one, aren't you?"
"You've known that ever since AAE." Rogue said, rolling her eyes.
"Whatever." Dot said as she compared her clipboard to the one on the closet of costumes, "Oh, I found it."
Rogue watched Dot as she looked through the closet for a good outfit to wear, "What?"
"Here!" Dot said, taking out a hanger.
Rogue glared at Dot, hard. "You're joking, right?"
Rogue walked through the hallways of the EPF, dodging running Defense agents frequently. Agents would give her a second glance when they realized as to what she was wearing.
"Looking good, Tvarkov." Adrian joked.
"Shut your trap, Hepson." Rogue said as she looked at the Anti-Terrorism Main Office. "Don't you have a security meeting to attend in…"
"Two minutes, I know." Adrian rolled his eyes, "Fine. See you, Tvarkov."
"Same." Rogue said as she watched the screen. It was tuned to live CCTV footage, where she could see various reporters reporting before their respective cameras.
The Intersection was bustling with agents rushing through the hallways. Rogue watched from her room, sipping a cup of tea.
"You look ravishing, Redline." She heard a voice beside her.
Rogue turned to see Jason, wearing his field uniform.
"Don't let this be Valentines 2014 all over again, please." Rogue said, cheeks lightly tinted with pink.
"Are you blushing?" He asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.
"Whatever." Rogue said as she looked at the hectic Intersection below her, "Talk to me. What's the security like?"
"We have Defense agents and Stealth agents disguised as journalists roaming the perimeter." Jason said, "We also have several medics prepared at major points."
"My aids?" Rogue asked.
"Poised and ready for action." Jason said.
"Right." Rogue sighed as she adjusted her dress once more, "Let's go make the final inspection."
Rogue walked into the Conference Room with ease, getting nods and greetings every now and then.
"Rogue," Jason said as they slowed down, "Meet Superior Officer Dandia of the Special Forces Division."
Rogue looked at the agent before her, who wore a black suit and smart dressing pants.
"Major Dandia." Rogue greeted, "You look familiar."
"Just call me Galatia." She said.
"Oh yes, Galatia." Rogue said, "Didn't we work together during…"
"Operation Freelance." Galatia said, "In Guam."
"Right." Rogue smirked, "Of course."
"She'll be assisting you during the conference." Jason said, "I better check up with my teams. See you, Rogue."
Once they were alone, Galatia and Rogue shared a look.
"You still owe me 50." Galatia said.
"Fine." Rogue said and dug out a bill from her messenger bag.
Galatia smirked and got the bill from her and placed it in her pocket.
"Now, what's security like here?" Rogue asked, "Stroll with me."
Galatia nodded and proceeded to stroll with the slightly skittish Rogue.
"Well, there are two agents guarding each entrance." Galatia said, nodding to the two burly men by the doors, "All of us get a comm unit, even you. Agents will be manning the channel, updating us of anything."
"That's good." Rogue sighed before lowering her voice, "How're your powers?"
"I can still control them." Galatia shrugged as they paused before the podium, "I need to work on the disappear-reappear trick."
"Good to know." Rogue said, flashing her an uneasy smile.
Rogue glanced at herself one more time. She wore a blue dress. It was long sleeved, the sleeves ending just before her wrists. It hugged at all the right places, the skirt flowing after the waist. The only downside was that it was slightly restrictive. She wore a golden ATD pin on her left. She also wore black high heels that clicked every time she walks. Her hair was pinned back to a tight bun. She was forced to wear a light layer of makeup.
"Ready?" Dot asked her as she finished inspecting Rogue's attire.
"I guess." Rogue said, looking at herself in the mirror, "I look older."
"Nah," Dot said, smiling at Rogue, "You look cute."
"Eye candy cute or teenager cute?" Rogue asked, raising an eyebrow at Dot's direction.
"A little of both?" Dot asked.
Rogue sighed and shook her head, "Whatever."
"I'll leave you to pull yourself together." Dot said and left the room.
Rogue nodded and sighed once the door was closed. She plopped herself on the leather couch and buried her face in her hands. She took shaky breaths as she struggled to calm herself down.
"This isn't like Operation: Anti-Terrorism." Rogue muttered to herself, taking breaths every so often, "You're reacting like you got the mission again."
Rogue sighed and looked up to see Galatia peeking at the door.
"Rogue?" Galatia asked, "It's time."
Rogue nodded and stood up, readjusting her dress and looking at herself in the mirror one more time before looking at Galatia, "Is my portfolio still on the podium?"
"It always was." Galatia grinned.
Rogue nodded, sighed, and walked towards the conference room.
There was a blur of hallways and unimportant murmurs in the channel before she was in the conference room. Rogue sighed as she walked in, immediately shushing the media personnel in the room. She caught sight of Galatia, who was near the emergency exit. She walked to the podium and cleared her throat before beginning the rehearsed lines of the rehearsed speech.
"Good afternoon to you all. I am General Rogue Tvarkov of the Anti-Terrorism Division, here to give you the official report on the incident." Rogue said. "True, one hundred two agents were injured due to this attack. True, this was due to one man. What is not true is that we are not able to protect our island."
Murmurs in the room as well as the occasional flash of the camera were heard as Rogue swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Keep your cool, Tvarkov." Mike's hushed voice said into her earpiece.
"This man is not who you think. He is dangerous and lethal with or without a weapon." Rogue said, "This man, Joshua Helixon, is not only a fugitive now but a test subject. He is the test subject of a genetics project the Elite Protection Force has been working on for many years. With his enhanced physique and intellect, he was able to incapacitate said number of agents."
A silence hung in the air as media personnel were on the edge of their seats, preparing for the scoop of their careers.
"I can now take questions."
A loud flurry ensued as many newscasters and journalists alike stood to get Rogue's attention. The result was horrendous, their noise giving horrible feedback for all agents wearing a comm link. Rogue and Galatia swore silently as they rubbed their ears.
"Silence, please." Rogue said before looking at one of them, "Yes?"
"General Tvarkov." The woman said, bouncing slightly as she asked, "What are the injuries the agents got?"
"Well," Rogue said, "A majority of them had bruises and minor internal bleeding. Some had worse injuries such as weapon – knife – embedment and shrapnel injuries."
"Miss Tvarkov." A man stood up, "What is this project?"
Rogue sighed inwardly, "This genetics project is Project Infinite. Infinite is a project where capable subjects are injected with a serum made to enhance mental and physical abilities. The serum remains classified."
Rogue suddenly hears a transmission in her earpiece despite her ear still slightly ringing, "Tvarkov, we need you at Anti-Terrorism Main. Now."
Rogue looked at the media personnel as Galatia and another agent she didn't recognize proceeded to walk to her, "Excuse me."
A clamor of questions followed as Rogue was quickly escorted outside. Agents quickly kept the media from getting any near as Rogue rounded a corner.
"What's going on?" she asked as Adrian caught up with her, face pale and sweaty.
"It's the ATMO." Adrian said, puffing every now and then, "We're being hacked."
Rogue looked at him and slowed slightly before bursting into a small jog, "Tell me the details."
Adrian nodded as he proceeded to run faster, "Of course."
GASP! What's going on?
Oh yeah, Happy New Year mates!
Note: I do not own Galatia Dandia. She is owned by theamazingqwerty (thanks again bruh)