A/N: I apologize about the delay. Life seems to keep getting in the way. I hope it was worth the wait for you all. More to come!

The space shuttle launch team inside the launching area kept a watchful eye on the repair team and the rocket they sent up through the atmosphere and towards the fallen satellite. Baxter stood in front of the massive screen that showed the shuttle's cabin and listened carefully as Travis and Maki called out commands as the shuttle neared the edge of the atmosphere.

"Preparing separation from rocket launcher." Travis said as he flipped several switches and readied the shuttle to detach from the rocket. Maki nodded as the shuttle continued to ascend, rumbling through the atmosphere all the while.

"Preparing separation in five…" Maki began the countdown as the shuttle passed the edge of the planet and entered outer space. "Four… three… two… one… " That moment, the rocket launcher separated from the shuttle. Back on Earth inside the launching area, the team witnessed the shuttle separation through various sensors and radars.

"Shuttle 010, Launch 001 has been successfully completed." Baxter said. "I repeat. The launch is a success." Everyone in the room applauded the achievement. He then looked over to one of the other technicians. "Tell the General that the launch was a success so he can tell the press." That moment, they all saw Ronda Rousey enter the room with a concerned look on her face.

"Is it true?" She asked. "Did everything go good?" Baxter, surprised at Ronda's concern for her friends overriding her rank and the upholding it called for, nodded with wide eyes.

"The launch was a success, Major General." He told her. "They are on course to reach the downed satellite in about five hours." Ronda almost leapt upon hearing the news, but quickly remembered her company and who she was to them. She simply smiled and nodded.

"Thank you." She said to them. "If you don't mind, I'll be staying in here while the mission is under way." Baxter nodded and looked at Cynthia.

"Very well, Major General." Cynthia said to Ronda. "Have a seat wherever there's a free seat. Just please don't touch any of the equipment."

"Alright." Ronda said as she sat down at one of the stations. "I'll stay put."

Outside of the room, General Zodrick was headed towards the control room before he was stopped by the technician sent to give him the news.

"General!" The technician said as he stopped in the man's presence.

"I was just headed in there." Zodrick said. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, sir. I was told to tell you that the launch was a success and the shuttle is set to arrive on time." Zodrick smiled and nodded.

"Thank you." He replied. "I'll be sure to update the press, as much as I hate talking to them." The technician nodded, not knowing how to respond to Zodrick's comment about the press.

"Well, sir. I'm going to go back to my station. We'll keep you informed of any changes with the mission." With that, the man went back inside the control room to continue his work. Zodrick sighed as he mentally psyched himself up to deal with the numerous news reporters waiting outside of the building before stepping out to face them.

In the shuttle, Travis got up from his seat up front and allowed Rex to take it.

"You're up, Rex." He said to the man as they passed each other. "Don't break anything." Rex pushed Travis into his seat.

"Shut the hell up!" He said as he took to the seat next to Maki and flipped a few control switches to lower the power of the thrusters. Travis took the empty seat next to Eckers.

"Everything's looking good." Franklin said aloud to the crew as he looked over the details on the monitor next to him. "Vital signs are tip-top, shuttle's still in good shape. We're good to go for now. It's just a waiting game." Sarah sighed.

"I already wanna be back on the ground." She said.

"Chill, Sarah." Rex said. "We'll be at the satellite in about thirty minutes so just hang tight." Travis directed his attention to the front of the shuttle out of the window. He marveled at the sight of the cosmos, an endless sea of black that was full of mesmerizing stars and distant celestial bodies that distracted him from the happenings of his crew. Without thinking, he spoke.

"Are you guys seeing all this?" Travis asked his team. Eckers looked over at his captain.

"Seeing what?" He asked Travis.

"Some people wait their whole lives to see this up close. Some people spend that same time wishing they could be where we are right now." Travis's inner musings came to the front of his mind as he realized a dream many people have had. "Look at us, guys. We're in outer space."

The crew took several minutes observing outer space. The dreams of many people were, indeed, to visit the confines of the world outside of planet earth and see everything that they saw only in movies and books. What likely seemed like work for most astronauts was a dream come to life for Travis and his friends. After some time, Sarah spoke.

"Well." She said. "It's a shame L-T-C couldn't be here with us."

"Yeah." Franklin added. "She'd have loved to see all this."

Down on earth in the launch control room, Baxter and Cynthia eyed one of the monitors that displayed the distance of the shuttle from the downed satellite via radar. Ronda looked over at them and wondered what they were looking at.

"What are you two looking at?" She asked as she absent-mindedly stood up from her seat and walked over to where the pair were standing. "Everything's still good, right?"

"Just keeping an eye on the shuttle course." Cynthia answered. "They should make it to the satellite in about fifteen more minutes." Baxter folded his arms, slightly annoyed with Ronda's sense of curiosity.

"You plan on being in here the entire mission?" He asked. Ronda gave the man a look of acute disdain.

"I'll be in here as long as my husband is on that shuttle." Ronda responded with a cold tone. "I hope that doesn't bother you, Curtis." Baxter looked at her after she addressed him using his first name, Cynthia looking away from the two upon feeling the mild tension between them.

"No, Major General Rousey." Baxter said to Ronda. "No issue at all. Make yourself at home." Ronda sat back down at her station. That moment, the room heard Rex chime in over the radio system.

"Central Command." Rex said. "Haas here. We can see the satellite from where we are now and it looks pretty good physically." Baxter put a headset on to reply to Rex.

"You should be close enough to work on it in about six minutes." He responded.

"We'll be ready." Travis said. Inside the shuttle, Maki prepared to slow the shuttle down as they approached the satellite.

"Lowering engine power." She said as she flipped a few switches.

"Gotcha." Rex said after following her lead. Franklin looked off into the distance.

"Rex is right." He said. "The satellite doesn't look beat up at all. Must be something going on with the computer."

"We'll find out in a minute after we go out there." Eckers replied. "It might look good, but we can't tell from here." The shuttle slowly came to a halt.

"Alright, guys." Rex said. "Get your stuff. We're parking." Travis and Eckers unbuckled themselves and went to the back of the shuttle to grab their tools and get ready to exit. Sarah and Franklin turned their chairs around to their stations and got the computers prepared to receive data from the satellite. Down below, Travis fitted Eckers with his oxygen supply and cables.

"You take the bottom." He said. "I'll take the top. Don't forget to connect the data cables so Sarah and Franklin get into the system." Eckers saluted him playfully.

"You got it, Captain." He replied before turning for the exit. "We're ready, Rex."

"Alright." Rex replied. "Decompressing!" Rex used the controls to decompress the air pressure in the lower area and proceeded to lower the hatch for the exit. Travis took a deep breath before stepping off the shuttle and into outer space with Eckers following behind him.

Down on earth, Cynthia pushed a button on her headset to communicate with the crew up above.

"How's everything going up there?" She asked the team.

"Browne and Eckers just deployed." Maki replied. "They're about to start hooking us up to the satellite so we can get readings. You should be seeing stats in about five minutes or so."

"Wonderful. Keep up the good work." Ronda looked over at Cynthia.

"Can I speak to them?" She asked her. "Through a headset?" Cynthia nodded.

"We can patch you through." She responded. "Just remember that they're on a mission. Keep it short and simple." Ronda nodded in agreement. Cynthia then looked to one of the technicians sitting at the station near her. "Can you patch Station Four's communications to the shuttle for me?" The man nodded.

"Yes ma'am." He said before doing as he was asked. Ronda put the headset on.

"Hold the button on the speaker when you wanna talk." Cynthia told her. "Let it go when you're all done."

Inside the shuttle, Sarah was keeping a watchful eye waiting for the satellite readings to show when they heard Ronda chime in.

"How you guys doing up there?" They heard her ask. "Up there in space, huh?" Rex smirked.

"Your man's outside, L-T-C." He retorted. "You should see the view! His ass looks amazing in outer space!" Maki nudged him hard.

"Cut the bullshit, Rex!" Maki harped at the man.

"Yes, Maki-sama." He said, rolling his eyes. Franklin shook his head.

"Really, though." Maki said to Ronda. "We all wish you could see this view with us. It really is amazing up here." Rex then patched Ronda to Travis.

"Captain!" Rex said to Travis. "L-T-C says hi." The team captain perked to attention as he carefully ran the shuttle communication cables to the satellite.

"Babe." Travis said. "We were so right about the stars looking like diamonds up close. I wish you could be here to see this."

"You guys are up there." Ronda replied. "Tell me all about it when you get back home. Be safe up there, okay, Trav?" Travis smiled behind his helmet.

"See ya soon, Ronda. Love you." The team heard the speaker click off, letting them know Ronda had turned off her headset. Travis turned his attention back to the satellite's connections and plugged the wires into the proper ports. "I'm all done up here. How ya hanging, Eckers?"

"Connecting the cables now." Eckers replied from the other side of the satellite as he plugged in the cables. "Seeing anything, Sarah?" Inside the shuttle, Sarah saw the computer screen boot up with various diagnostics pertaining to the health of the satellite.

"Diagnostics are up and running." She said. "You guys make sure there's no hard damage and get back inside when you're all done. We'll look over the stats in here."

"You got it." Travis said. "Did you get that, Eckers?"

"I'm on it." Eckers replied as he proceeded to lengthen his tie so that he could scan his section of the satellite for physical damage. He managed to find a loose screw near where the receptor connected to the base and proceeded to tighten it. He then heard Franklin chime in.

"Guys." Franklin said. "We found something. Looks like some corrupted code. That's probably what caused it to go down. Sarah's gonna update it and run it again." Franklin then ran his communications back down to earth. "Greene here. We're connected to the satellite and we're sending the original diagnostics down to you. There was some corrupted code located in Line 387. We're fixing that and reviewing the satellite for physical repairs as we speak. We should be done here soon."

On earth, Cynthia was excited to hear the news from Franklin and awaited the diagnostics from the team. Baxter opened his communications to talk with the team.

"Good to hear, team." He said. "We'll get everything ready for your return." He ended the connection and looked to Cynthia whom was grabbing the diagnostics report off of the printer.

"Is that it?" Baxter asked her.

"It is." She replied as she skimmed through the papers before handing it to one of the technicians. "Can you file this in Theta's report section please?" The girl nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." She said before getting up from her seat to do as she was asked. Just then, another technician called out to Baxter.

"Sir." He said. "The heat reading for the shuttle is slowly rising." Baxter blinked then walked over to see what the young man was seeing.

"Are you sure?" He asked. The young man pointed to the number representing the temperature directly outside of the shuttle.

"Right here, sir. It normalized a few moments after the engine for the shuttle was shut down, but just recently began to rise again." Baxter saw the number rise (it seemed to rise one integer per second) and opened his connection with the team.

In space, Rex and Maki were checking the shuttle controls when Rex noticed that the shuttle's outside temperature had risen roughly three degrees centigrade.

"Hey, Maki?" He called out to his partner. "Are we supposed to getting hotter outside?"

"What do you mean?" Maki asked before looking over at the meter. She blinked at what she saw; Maki saw the temperature rise one degree. They all then heard Baxter chime in from down on earth.

"Is everything alright up there, Team?" He asked them. "We're getting some abnormal temperature readings from the perimeter up there." Maki blinked and checked all the controls along with Rex.

"We're seeing it, too, sir." Maki replied. "Everything seems to be going fine with the shuttle. No malfunctions."

"Hey, Frank." Rex called out to Franklin. "Can you run a full scan on the shuttle to make sure nothing's going on with the computer system?" Franklin nodded.

"I'm on it." He said before running the scan.

"I'm all done with the code." Sarah said to the team. "We just have to run it and make sure the satellite is functioning. Captain? How are you and Eckers doing out there?" Outside, Eckers had just finished tightening the screw he had found earlier.

"Just found a few loose screws on my end." Eckers replied. "Travis? You good?" Up above, Travis had found that one of the bolts that held the top of the base to the bottom of it had come loose and was in the process of replacing it.

"Yeah." He said to Eckers. "I'm finishing up replacing a bolt up here."

"I'm all done down here. I'm coming down to help you."

"No. I got this. You go inside."

"I can't leave you out here by yourself, Travis. I'll come up and help you."

"I'm fine, Jason. Just go back to the shuttle."

Baxter, the technician, and now Cynthia, were eying the temperature reading as it continued to rise. Cynthia shook her head.

"Something's wrong." Cynthia said. Ronda heard her and immediately began to worry.

"What do you mean something's wrong?" She asked with demand in her voice as she got up from her seat and approached the station where they stood. "What's going on up there?"

"Don't worry about it, Major General." Baxter retorted. "We've got everything under control. They'll all be back in one piece." Cynthia sighed.

"See this?" She said to Ronda as she pointed at the screen. "This is the temperature outside the shuttle. It shouldn't be this high with the shuttle's engines not running, so we're having them check the system to make sure nothing's malfunctioning." Before Cynthia could continue her explanation, another technician called them to their station.

"Our radar's picking something up." They said as the trio approached the station. "Look here." They looked on the radar and saw it pick up a mass that appeared to grow with passing sweep.

"What the hell is that?" Ronda asked. Baxter shook his head.

"Can you get a read on what it is?" Baxter asked the technician.

"No sir." He replied. "We're getting this info from Gamma and the connection isn't strong enough to give us detailed images. Whatever it is, it's huge." Without thinking, Ronda ran to the nearest empty station and put on a headset.

Inside the shuttle, the temperature meter showed that the temperature outside had begun to rise at a quicker rate. Neither Rex nor Maki knew why the heat was rising and the scan returned positive results from the shuttle's systems.

"Hurry up out there, will ya!?" Rex shouted. Travis winced at the man's voice ringing in his ear.

"I'm almost done, asshole!" Travis retorted.

"Travis." Maki called out. "Something's going on with the shuttle's temp reading. It's going haywire! Finish up and get inside. Both of you!" Travis thought about what he heard.

"Both of us? Eckers is already-" Before he could finish his statement, the wrench in his hand burned through his glove and singed his skin, causing him to instinctively let it go. He eyed the tool with both shock and skepticism as it floated away into the vast cosmos and that moment was when he saw it. Off in the distance was what appeared to be a massive blood red storm cloud that appeared to. Inside, the mass had sent the radars into a critical frenzy.

"What the hell's going on!?" Franklin asked aloud. The sounds had caused Sarah to begin to panic.

"Oh no! We're gonna die out here!" She shouted.

"Shut that shit up, Caracciolo!" Rex snapped back. Maki rushed to reach out to Travis whom was still outside.

"Travis!" She shouted. "Get inside! Now!" Outside, Travis headed back down to the shuttle. On his way, however, his cable got caught on a part of the satellite and caused him to stall. Travis yanked at the cord frantically as he felt the heat surround him. He then felt Eckers free him from his captured state.

"Eckers!" Travis shouted as the man approached him. "Why didn't you go back inside?"

"No time, Travis!" Eckers shouted back. "We need to get back in the shuttle!" Travis agreed.

"Open the hatch!" He shouted at his team inside. Rex immediately worked the controls to open the shuttle and allow his friends to reenter. Travis and Eckers safely boarded and made their way through the decontamination chamber to remove their gear. They finished and headed up to the deck where the rest of the team waited for them.

"Trav!" Franklin called out. That moment, the team heard Ronda over the malfunctioning intercom.

"Guys!" They heard Ronda shout. "Wh— is g—ng on u- -ere?" Her words began to break into pieces over the speakers. Travis ran to the controls for the intercom and saw the alert identifying a malfunction lit up. He pressed the manual reset button.

"Ronda!?" He shouted. "Ronda!?" The shuttle then mysteriously powered down, leaving the team in darkness. They all looked around as the roar of the shuttle losing power filled the air.

"Strap up, everyone!" Travis instructed, telling his team to tighten their uniforms and helmets to prepare for the lowering oxygen. "Make sure your oxygen tanks are on emergency mode!" Down on Earth, neither Ronda nor anyone else heard anything from the team.

"Communications for the shuttle are down." One technician said aloud. "We can't identify them anywhere on the radars." Their words caused Ronda to panic. That moment, General Zodrick, along with the US President and several bodyguards, rushed into the room.

"What the hell is going on?" He shouted. "I can hear alarms going off from all the way outside. People are asking questions."

"General." Baxter said. "We lost communications with Shuttle 010. We fear they may be in trouble out there." Zodrick cursed aloud.

"Send someone up there now!" Ronda shouted. "Get them back!" Zodrick approached her calmly.

"It's not that easy, Rousey." He said to her. "We can't just send someone up into space. We need time to prepare."

"He's right." Cynthia agreed. "The next available team we have will take no sooner than two weeks to prepare for that mission, but we will get them back down here safely."

"No." Ronda retorted. "I'm not accepting that. It only took you two days to prepare them to go up there to repair the satellite! You can do it if you really want to! I'll go up there myself if I have to, but they're coming back down here!" The President then thought to himself before stepping up to Ronda.

"I commend your dedication to your loved ones, Major General." He said. "However, I believe we do, in fact, have a team ready to rescue our men and women up there." Zodrick skeptically looked at the President.

"Who'd be ready and willing to take up a mission like this?" He asked.


John Cena and Nikki Bella's wedding went off without a distraction. It was a beautiful ceremony their friends and they shared together. The reception had begun sometime after the celebration ended, everyone talking amongst each other and catching up with each other as it had been some time since some of them had been together. Triple H and Stephanie spent time mingling with everyone and making sure they were all engaged in some form of enjoyable conversation. Triple H then noticed that Cesaro had chosen to sit at a table further away from everyone else. He turned to Stephanie as she conversed with Shane.

"I'm gonna check on Claudio." He said to Stephanie.

"He's fine, Paul." Shane replied after hearing the statement. "He's probably just exhausted like the rest of us." Triple H looked at Stephanie to see her raise her eyebrows as if she agreed with Shane. The man sighed.

"I guess it has been a long week." Triple H said. "I'm glad it's about over." That moment, the trio saw Bayley, Noam and Sasha approach them with Bayley holding her phone out.

"We're taking pictures for my vlog!" Bayley said to them. "Can we take a picture together?"

"We promise it'll be quick." Noam added in an attempt to sway the odds in their favor. Shane nodded.

"Sure." He said. "Why not?" They all positioned themselves so they could all be seen in the picture.

"Say cheese, everybody!" Bayley said. The moment she took the photo, Mojo Rawley jumped into the frame and photobombed the picture.

"Dean!" Sasha shouted before slapping the man on his shoulder. "You're an ass! You already got tons of pictures Bayley's vlog!"

"Who would I be if I didn't photobomb y'all?" Mojo asked.

"Less of an ass, probably." Stephanie raised her hands.

"Alright, alright." She said. "It still turned out great." Shane then felt his phone ring in his pocket and started for the mansion. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"Just gotta catch this phone call." Shane replied. With that, Shane carefully made his exit. Stephanie noticed that her husband furrowed his brow. Bayley then spoke up gleefully.

"Let's go get a photo with John and Nikki!" She all but dragged Noam and Sasha over to the table where John and Nikki sat with Brie and Daniel.

"Nikki!" Bayley yelped. "You're so pretty! Let's take a picture for my vlog! You, too, John." Nikki laughed.

"Oh my god!" She said. "Seriously?" She then stepped from behind the table. "Hell yeah! Let's get a picture! Come on, guys!" John playfully rolled his eyes and nudged Daniel before following behind his wife in joining their friends. Inside, Shane answered his phone as he made his way upstairs.

"Yes sir, Mister President?" Shane answered.

"Shane." The President said on the other line. "I know today is a busy day for you all, but we have an emergency and we need your assistance. Will you be able to meet with General Zodrick for a briefing?" Shane blinked as he thought about what the emergency could be as the President usually opted for Zodrick to call and only called when it was critical.

"Absolutely." He responded. "I'll get Stephanie and we will meet wherever you need us to."


"Thank you both, Shane, but there is no need to travel. I'll have Zodrick meet with you there. He will brief you on the situation."

"Yes sir. We'll be there." The President ended his call with Shane and put his phone back in his pocket. He then looked at Baxter.

"How soon can you have a shuttle prepared for take-off and staff ready to prepare a team?" The President asked. Baxter furrowed his brow as he thought.

"As soon as tomorrow if we move forward with the order, sir." He answered.

"Go ahead and ready a pilot please. We will have a team ready to send up." Baxter nodded. Zodrick and Ronda looked at their Commander in Chief.

"Sir." Zodrick started as he gathered his thoughts about a way to ask the President how he was certain Shane and Stephanie would accept the calling. "What if I can't convince them to accept the rescue mission?"

"I simply need you to tell them what's going on and what we need from them." The President responded. "They will accept. Shane won't let me down." Zodrick nodded. "I'll have transportation waiting for you out front. Brief them on the mission and make sure they get here tomorrow morning first thing."

"Yes sir." The President then spoke to Ronda whom was visibly distraught about her husband and friends.

"I want you to go with Zodrick." He said to her. "And don't worry. They'll bring them home safely." Ronda straightened herself and saluted the man.

"Yes sir!" She said quickly. "Thank you." The President then turned to face the workers in the room.

"Thank you all for your hard work." He said to them. "We will make certain this mission is a success. Continue giving this your best." The President extended his hand to Baxter and to Cynthia before leaving the room with his bodyguards. Zodrick looked at Baxter and Cynthia.

"We'll be in touch.' He said. "Let us know as soon as the shuttle is ready."

"Yes sir." Baxter said before turning towards his office. "I'll make the call now."

"Thank you." With that, Zodrick and Ronda stepped out of the room and began down the hallway. The two did not speak until they made it to the transport provided to them by the President to head to meet with Shane. The guards let the two into the vehicle and signaled to the driver to drive off. Inside, Ronda spoke first.

"I'm sorry for lashing out back there." She said with slight shame. "I shouldn't have done that." Zodrick sighed.

"Don't apologize, Rousey." He said to her. "Apologies fix nothing. Actions do. I know you're concerned about your family, but remember your rank and where you are now. You have to think carefully about what you say and do." Ronda nodded.

"Yes sir."

"Don't worry about it. They don't call you 'Rowdy Rousey' for nothing after all. I know you're a hot head. Just dial it back a bit so you don't terrify everyone. Alright?"

"Yes sir." Ronda then sighed.

"They're coming home." Zodrick said to her, knowing why the sigh came about.

"I'm sure, Sir." Ronda replied. "That won't stop me from worrying, though. Who are these people we're going to see?"

"Shane and Stephanie McMahon." Ronda recognized the two names as the co-owners of the WWE.

"Are they the superheroes that saved us from that earthquake?" She asked.

"That's them." Zodrick said. "I'm assuming that's why the President feels they'll accept the mission." Ronda nodded but could not shake her tension.

"I understand that." She said. "I just hope they agree to help. Do we have a backup team just in case?"

"We have a team on standby. Now relax." Usually, Ronda thoroughly disliked being told to relax, but because of who advised her, she held her tongue for a moment before speaking.

"Yes sir." She said simply as she clutched the folder she held in her hand. Zodrick nodded.

"Don't worry. We're almost there."


Shane had been sitting inside the mansion upstairs after his call with the President ended to avoid being seen by the departing guests. Thoughts of what exactly the President spoke about and, most importantly, how he would tell his sister about the approaching General. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice that Stephanie and Triple H were standing in the doorway until he heard Stephanie's voice call out to him.

"Shane?" She said. Shane looked up at the two.

"Oh, hey." Shane replied. "Has everyone left yet?"

"Not yet. Everyone's saying goodbye before they leave." Stephanie then noticed the troubled look Shane tried to hide from her. "Are you okay?" Shane nodded his head.

"I'm good." He replied. "It's just…" He hesitated a bit before continuing. "That was the President who called."

"I figured that's who it was that pulled you away from us again." Triple H replied with slight disdain. Stephanie gently grabbed his arm.

"Paul, don't." She said to him before looking to her brother. "What did he want?"

"He didn't say." Shane responded. "He's sending Zodrick. He should be here soon." Stephanie blinked.

"Soon as in today?" She asked.

"Yes. Soon as in today."

"We've just started wrapping up the wedding, Shane. You couldn't find out if whatever it is he needs is urgent?"

"I didn't think about that. I just said we'd meet with Zodrick for a briefing." Triple H furrowed his brow at the last word.

"Briefing, huh?" He said to Shane. "Sounds to me like you've already decided for us."

"I didn't say we'd accept anything, Paul." Shane retorted. "I told him we'd listen to what he had to say and then make our decision." Before Shane and Triple H's argument could go further, the trio were interrupted by Noam whom had ran upstairs to share news with them.

"Mister and Misses McMahon!" Noam yelped. "The General is here for you!" They watched Noam run back downstairs and then looked at each other. Triple H eyed Shane but before he could say anything, Stephanie spoke up.

"Let's not jump too far." She said. "We'll go down there and find out what this is about, okay?" With that, the trio made their way downstairs and found nearly all their peers staring at the stairs. Zodrick then spoke to them.

"Shane, Stephanie, Paul." He said. "We're here with word from the President."

"We've heard." Triple H responded. "We can talk upstairs in the main office. Come on up." Zodrick and Ronda followed the trio upstairs, leaving everyone else downstairs to themselves. Paige spoke first.

"So anybody know what's got them here?" She asked. "They're kinda late for the wedding."

"If they wanted to send happy vibes for your wedding," Naomi replied. "Then they'd have been here for it." Randy shrugged.

"She's got a point." He said. "If they're not here to wish you guys well, then what are they here for?" Kevin Owens had an idea about why Zodrick and Ronda came to see Shane and Stephanie.

"They're probably here to send you guys off on another one of those damned 'emergency rescue missions' they depend on so much." He exclaimed.

"Don't put that shit in the air, man!" Seth immediately retorted.

"Yeah." Big E added. "We don't need that kind of energy on John and Nikki's wedding day! We need some joy, some happiness!"

"Alright, guys." Cesaro stepped in. "Let's just hold tight and wait to hear what they tell us. It could very well be something else."

"We could have someone listen in the conversation." Charlotte suggested as she looked over at Cesaro then to Lana and Sami. "You know. Telepathically."

"I'm not ease dropping on their conversation, Ashley." Lana responded. "Not only is that rude but they'll find out someone's listening. They're the strongest telepaths on the planet."

"Yeah." Sami added. "They probably know you're scheming to listen in."

"Anybody else got anymore bright ideas?" Mojo asked. No one responded. "Then let's do what Claudio said and just stand by until they get back with us about it."

Upstairs, the group made it to the main office and Triple H closed the door behind him.

"Thank you for meeting us on such short notice." Zodrick began before introducing Ronda to them. "This is Major General Ronda Rousey. She'll be joining us here if you don't mind." Stephanie shook her head.

"Not at all." She said before reaching out her hand. "Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Major General Rowdy Rousey." Ronda shook her hand.

"Please." She said. "You guys are constantly looking out for us. You can certainly call me Ronda."

"Okay, Ronda." Triple H said. "Wanna tell us what you and Zodrick are doing here or do we already know?" Ronda looked down at her feet, Triple H's abrasive mood throwing her off of her mindset. Zodrick chose to take over.

"We sent a repair team to repair one of the communication satellites that connects your facilities directly to us." He told them. "However, the shuttle malfunctioned during the mission and their communications were compromised. We have no way of reaching them or even knowing if they're alive."

"You have records of the shuttle's last location, right?" Triple H asked.

"Of course." Zodrick replied.

"Why not send one of your recovery teams out to retrieve the shuttle and passengers? Isn't that what you train them for?"

"The next team will need several days to prepare. The President believes that we may not have that amount of time to wait." Shane's eyes widened as he realized what it was the President was asking of them.

"Zodrick." He said. Zodrick stopped her before she could continue.

"The President… is requesting your assistance in the retrieval of the repair team. He believes that you and your team are best suited for the success of this emergency mission." Triple H blinked.

"You want us to take our guys and gals…" He started. "Mind you, the very same guys and gals who have neither been into outer space nor have been properly trained to go into outer space… into outer space?"

"Yes, Paul." Zodrick answered. "We trust that all of your powers will be more than enough." Stephanie ran her hand through her hair and began to pace.

"We need time to think about this." She said. Ronda stepped in.

"Respect where due, Stephanie." She started. "We simply don't have time to think."

"Good." Triple H said with a hint of anger. "Because the answer is no. We cannot risk our lives going into space when you have trained workers to do that for you." Shane then spoke up.

"Paul." He simply said, making Triple H and Stephanie look over at him. "We can save them." Stephanie furrowed her brow.

"Shane." She said. "I can't agree with that. Even if there's a chance we can rescue that team we cannot go into this blind." Triple H visibly huffed.

"Are you both seriously considering this?" He snapped back as he tried to grasp what he heard. "This is crazy. Regardless of what our powers are, we're not astronauts! You all are trained to handle emergencies just like this one and you have trained employees to deploy to execute rescue missions. You can't stand here and tell me the President has no other emergency protocol in place other than simply asking us to help. What happens if we say no, Zodrick? Is your repair team stranded up there in a downed shuttle you put them in?" Ronda had had enough of Triple H's poor demeanor. Her military breeding kicked into full gear as she stood toe to toe with the much larger man.

"Look." She said to Triple H sternly. "We came here because we WANT your help, but trust and believe we don't NEED your help! You're absolutely right. We do have plenty of people fit for the task, but our Commander in Chief trusts your talents, he trusts your teamwork and your comradery. He wants your help, but let me make this very clear. Don't mistake us bowing out as a sign of weakness or incapability. If I need to go up there and save my husband by myself then I will without hesitation!"

"Rousey!" Zodrick snapped at her, causing her to stop in her tracks. "Stand down. That's enough. We didn't come here to argue." Ronda took a deep breath. Triple H stared a hole into her before looking back at Shane and Stephanie and walking out of the office.

"Paul." Stephanie called out but to no avail. Her husband made his way out and left them to themselves. Stephanie sighed as the room filled with moments of silence until Shane finally spoke on the matter.

"We'll get a team together for an extraction mission." Shane said.

"We will have everything you will need to travel." Zodrick told him. "A shuttle pilot is on stand-by for you tomorrow morning."

"We'll be there." Ronda looked over at Shane.

"I apologize for my outburst." She said. "I just want my husband and my friends to come home. I was one of the people you guys saved from that earthquake in San Francisco months ago, so I know you can do it. I've seen you all work. I… I know you won't let us down." Stephanie felt apathetic towards Ronda and sympathized with her willingness to put herself in harm's way for the man she clearly loved dearly. Stephanie placed her hand on Ronda's shoulder.

"We'll get them home." She said to hear. "You have our word."