There really aren't any competent people around here anymore, thought the impostor grumpily as they strolled down the elegant hallway, appearing much more calm and collected than they actually felt. Well, except for me, of course. And the Commander realizes that.
A few moments earlier, after reviewing the records and statistics of the last missions (which were abominable as usual) they had been called to a private meeting with Commander Grey. It wasn't often that they did this, they usually just communicated via the recently added messaging system in The Hub. The impostor personally thought this was a horrible idea; having an app on their stolen iMiras was risky enough, complicated calculator unlock code not withstanding. It could still be hacked; they, of all people, should know that.
This is what they ruminated on as they headed for Commander Gray's office. They had to think of something apart from What this could possibly mean for them. Better to think of the misdeeds of others, so as not to wallow in their own (possible) ones.
All too soon they arrived at the office, and knocked at the door. Their stomach churns (if only they hadn't eaten recently so they could shift it away) because of their anxiety, and it seems like forever and only a second simultaneously when an authoritative but calm "Enter" is heard. With a deep breath, the impostor reaches out a trembling hand and turns the knob.
Impostors' natural names are strange [and impossible to pronounce] for their human prey, so instead they follow the tradition established by MIRA, and go by the human name of their natural skin coloration. This word, their alias that feels more like their primary name than that, is the first thing the commander says after they gaze upon them.
"Cyan, I am pleased that you were able to come in such a timely manner." They didn't sound pleased, in fact, their tone was quite frosty, but that's how they always spoke. Maybe that's why they ended up having a stationary but respected job here on planet Moogus; they certainly have the right mindset to be an impostor, but there is just something uncanny about them that would make it impossible for them to fit in with the human crewmates.
"It is my purpose to please you, My Liege, to make you and our people proud." Cyan manages to say one of the many lines they had practiced while getting ready this morning. It's not that it wasn't genuine, but Supreme Commander Grey's presence was one of the few things that intimidated them. Cyan was one, if not the top-ranked impostor, killing more humans and returning unscathed from more missions than anyone else in recent history. They would sooner throw themself out of an airlock than embarrass themself in front of the Commander.
"Indeed," Grey purred lowly, and Cyan couldn't tell if they were impressed or mildly irritated. "Have a seat. I have a proposition for you."
Cyan hadn't known what to expect when they were called to meet with Grey personally. They knew from the whisperings of their classmates in the dead of night back at the Impostor Academy years ago that you were only called upon in such a manner for something very bad or extremely good. And Cyan… they didn't know what to make of this… mission? Was this a new mission?
"Red is alive?" They can barely keep themself from shouting. How could Red, the hopeless whelp of a trainee, who followed them around like an earth animal hoping for a treat, survive? "B-but they—I thought for sure that they would perish!"
"So did we," The Supreme Commander sighs. "But we have received evidence that would have us believe that they are still alive and well aboard the MIRA vessel." They said the word 'MIRA' as if it were bad food they were trying to spit out. "They are still active on The Hub, and I doubt that any of those humans could've gotten into their iMira."
"Luckily for us, there will soon be a new crewmate joining their ranks: a cyan crewmate, to be exact. This would be a perfect opportunity for you to inspect the situation. And even if they are dead, well, it is a perfect opportunity for you to finish what they started. You are an excellent asset to our cause, and I have no doubt that you will succeed where they have failed us." They lean forward in their chair, their gaze intense, but still unreadable. "Will you do this, Cyan? Will you bring honor to your people?"
At those words, Cyan could feel a fire starting up inside, burning away their prior indigestion. It had been a while since they had struck fear [and knives] into the hearts of humans… and it would be nice to see what had become of that weakling Red… Was there even a question here?
"When do I leave?"
A/N: Alright, sequel, let's goooooo!
If you can't already tell, this fic will be a bit more plot-heavy than the last, but fear not fluff lovers! There is still plenty of food to satiate your hunger here!