At the training sector, on the shooting range, Fionna is holding a tactical bow, aiming at a target.

She takes a deep breath and shoots the arrow, hitting the center of the target with incredible precision.

She smiles to herself and hears some clapping from behind her.

Fionna turn around to see Steven smirking at her and clapping his hands. "Hohoho, how's going, pretty Legolas?"

Fionna rolls her eyes but smiles at him. "Legolas? Please, I'm way cooler than that." She spins another arrow between her fingers before smoothly nocking it onto the bowstring.

Steven chuckles, stepping closer with his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that. But hey, I gotta admit, your aim's getting pretty damn good."

She smiles bashfully at the compliment, pulling the bowstring back again. "Oh, thanks. Since we started fusing into Stionna, I feel like I'm thinking more straightly." She aims at another target. "Almost like I could see the trajectory of the arrow, the speed it will reach, and the force it requires." With a swift release, the arrow whistles through the air and lands dead center on the target again. "I wouldn't be able to see all of this with a gun."

He grins at her. "Speed, trajectory, force… aren't these physics stuff? You think it has anything to do with your college course?"

Fionna raises an eyebrow, looking at Steven as she pulls another arrow from her quiver. "Actually, yeah. It's like everything I've learned in my physics courses is clicking in real-time. The way the arrow moves through the air, the force behind it, the angle... it's all about the principles I studied."

She nocks another arrow, adjusting her stance slightly. "It's kind of wild, really. I feel like I can visualize all the equations in my head, but now I'm seeing them play out in the real world."

Steven leans against a nearby railing, clearly impressed. "That's insane. So, you're telling me you can just… calculate the perfect shot every time now?"

Fionna grins and releases another arrow, watching it soar into the target with pinpoint precision. "Pretty much. It's like everything I've been studying is being put to use in real-time. Physics isn't just some theory anymore; it's a tool I can use." She chuckles to herself. "Guess Stionna really turned out to be an upgrade for my brain."

Steven chuckles. "Great to listen that, Finn…" He pauses. "Have the Colonel informed you the situation?"

Fionna looks at Steven, her expression shifting to a more serious one. "Yeah, I got the call. Colonel Andrew mentioned something about a giant green hand in space?" She raises an eyebrow, clearly confused but also intrigued. "Sounds like we're in for something big. I might have freaked out at first, but I'm calm now."

Steven nods, his expression serious now. "Yeah, it's weird. We don't know what it is yet, but it's headed toward Earth. We need to be ready for whatever comes next. The Colonel wants everyone on standby."

Fionna lowers her bow, glancing up at Steven. "On standby, huh? That doesn't sound like a small deal."

"Not at all," Steven replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "If it's really a spaceship, that means someone's inside. And if it's that big, there's a chance it could be dangerous."

Fionna bites her lip, looking off into the distance, lost in thought. "I don't like the idea of some random spaceship showing up and not knowing who or what's inside. Could be hostile, could be peaceful. We really don't have enough info to prepare for this."

Steven watches her, his voice quiet but serious. "Exactly. That's why we need to stay sharp, keep an eye on it, and be ready to act when we have more details."

Fionna tightens her grip on the bow. "We should start planning for both scenarios, defensive and offensive. We can't afford to be caught off guard."

Steven's face softens into a smile. "Always thinking ahead, Finn. That's rather hot, y'know?"

Fionna rolls her eyes again, but there's a playful glint in her eyes as she sets her bow down on the nearby rack. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

Steven laughs, approaching her and kissing her cheek. "And you love that."

Fionna shakes her head with a small smile, nudging him lightly. "Yeah, yeah. Now, come on, lover boy. If we're on standby, we should at least do something productive."

He chuckles and pulls her for a hug. "Oww, c'mon! We're partners now, in love, in crime, and in fusion!"

Fionna chuckles, leaning into the hug for a moment before playfully pushing Steven away. "Yeah, yeah, but let's focus on the 'in crime' part later. Right now, we need to figure out how we're supposed to handle a giant hand spaceship coming toward Earth."

Steven groans, stretching his arms. "Ugh, fine. I guess romantic moments can wait until after we make sure an alien invasion isn't happening."

Fionna smirks. "Now you're getting it."

Just as they're about to continue, a sharp beep comes from their communicators. Steven presses his, and Andrew's voice comes through, urgent and direct.

"Steven. Fionna. Report to the command room. Now."

Steven and Fionna exchange a glance before Steven sighs. "Guess our break's over."

They quickly make their way to the command room, where Colonel Andrew stands in front of a massive screen displaying a live feed of the green hand. Other agents and scientists are working frantically at their stations.

Andrew turns to them, his expression tense. "We've got a situation."

Steven crosses his arms. "Yeah, we got that much already. What's changed?"

Andrew motions to the screen, zooming in on the colossal hand. "It's accelerating. Whatever this thing is, it's going to reach Earth's orbit faster than we estimated."

Fionna furrows her brows. "How much faster?"

Andrew exhales sharply. "Instead of days… we have hours."

Steven's eyes widen. "Are you kidding me?"

Fionna straightens, her mind racing. "Have we picked up any signals from it? Any transmissions, movement, anything?"

Andrew shakes his head. "No signals, no signs of life. Just this… thing, coming straight at us."

Steven rubs his forehead, his gemstone glinting under the lights. "Alright, so what's the plan? Are we sending a team up there, or are we waiting for it to make the first move?"

Andrew's jaw tightens. "We don't have a ship capable of reaching it in time. At this rate, it'll enter our atmosphere before we even get close."

Fionna narrows her eyes. "Then what's the contingency plan? If it gets here and is hostile, we can't just sit around waiting to get crushed."

Andrew exhales. "For now, our contingency plan is you and Steven… or better, Stionna."

Steven groans. "In other words, 'We're desperate and we have no idea what to do but we got a powerful being if things fuck up'."

Andrew crosses his arms, his gaze unwavering. "That's not exactly how I'd put it, but yes. If this thing turns out to be hostile, we need you two ready to fuse and engage immediately."

Steven sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Figures. You guys always count on us when shit gets real."

Fionna, however, stays focused. "What's the worst-case scenario?"

Andrew gestures to the screen. "We have no idea what this thing is capable of, but if it enters our atmosphere at its current size, the impact alone could be catastrophic. If it's a ship, there's a chance it has weapons. If it's a life form… we have no clue what it can do."

Steven looks at the screen. "... Then let's wait. It's the best we can do for now."

Fionna and Andrew glare at Steven, but sigh. They know he's actually right and there is nothing to do for now.

So now…

They wait.

[TO BE CONTINUED]