Delta Force

Vol 2

Vol.2
"The Next Mission"

I grab Stela by the arm and drag her into my apartment. She kept whining in pain and I kept apologising. I swing the door open and approach my desk where I pop out my computer. The hologram shot out and I looked through the Citadel Catalog. "Shit." I mutter to myself, "they don't have any...wait, I know someone who will have some." She tilts her head at me as I trip and fumble over my messy excuse of an apartment. I open the drawers in my bedroom and scramble through. "Aha!" I cheer as I pick up a special device that I present to Stela in the next room. I wrap it round her wrist and hold her hand, now entering coordinates onto the watch. "This may hurt a bit" I smile bluntly as I activate the device. We land on the floor on our stomachs and pick ourselves up. "Why are we here?" Sixtine questions, "how are we here?" I took her to the farming district of our Citadel. A large glass ball similar to the City but a tiny bit smaller. This orb is - believe it or not - designed for farming. My great aunt lives here and has been farming for years now. She owns a small country house in her fields which is where we are currently standing. The sky is appealing and fills the plants' needs - completely blue with few clouds with a light source beaming down. The air is still, I can't feel anything against my cheeks and the lush crops don't seem to be dancing as they usually do. I reach for the door and knock, my aunt opens the door. "Mike!" She smiles purely at me, "how can I help? Oh, Stela! Hiya!" She points to our linked hands and we let go of each other embarrassed. I enter her house and she sits us down in the living room. "So, drinks you two?" My aunt asks, I kindly decline. "Actually, I was wondering if you had anything to treat a wound with." I say, she looks at me in confusion, "Stela got in a fight with a Galaxite Dragon in our last battle and her hand was cut by its skin." The woman put a finger up as if telling us to wait and rushed around the house. Cluttering of pots and glass was audible in the other rooms. She rushed into the kitchen holding a pile of spices and other resources in her left arm and a saucepan in the right. I walked into the kitchen as she threw in a few different ingredients to create some strange concoction in the pan. I decided it was best to leave her to get on with her work so I sat back down. "You'll be fine, Stel." I comfort her, "my great aunt is a professional, she really wants to be a nurse too." She didn't look at me; she was too busy admiring the nurse at work. My aunt walked in with a strangely coloured mixture. It glowed a dark blue-green with steam bursting from the liquid. She took Sixtine's hand and poured it on the wound. She winced in pain but as if it were magic, the mixture caused her wound to close up - now only a long line of red - and for the bacteria to lift, becoming a clump of white over the wound. My aunt took a sample of the bacteria and wiped away the rest with a handkerchief. "Thanks aunt Sable." I turn to her giving a tight hug. "We best be going now, gotta get her home and sort some things out with higher-ups." Sable smiled sweetly at me and waved us goodbye as we left the house. I take Stela home via the handheld coordinate teleport device then use the last of the energy to meet my commander. My commander's headquarters are located in what used to be called the One World Trade Centre on Earth. It towers over the whole city giving a view of the ants that rush around on the ground. Located on the 82nd floor, I stood before my boss' office. I enter and see the chair facing a window that stretches from the floor to the ceiling from the left wall to the right. It swivels around and I look my boss in the eye. Her eyes are an empty grey paired with her extremely long silver hair. She wore a commander hat - which was similar to a sailors hat - that sat on top of her head like a crown. Her fringe was so long that her eyes were almost not visible. She had a button nose that sat in between her large but beady eyes. Her lips were laced with a metal colour (and probably poison). "What?" Her voice is soft but quiet, uninterested and bland similar to her personality. She never seems to show any interest in anything and you never see her anywhere but in that chair. "The mission is done just like you asked. Though-" She immediately cut me off. "Well done, yes I'll pay for your damages. Come back tomorrow with your team. We have a more interesting mission for you." For once, talking to her wasn't a bore. "Yes, commander Bellerose." I accept, "any news on the Graekhan?" I cheekily ask about the ongoing war that had been taking place for the past [almost] two decades against the Universes enemy. My ranking isn't high enough to know about this but I am eager to join a battle against them with the Delta Force to prove ourselves. "Not anything important for someone of your rank." She states bluntly as I expected she would, "however, the Nilphils are causing us some trouble but you will hear about it more tomorrow, m'kay? Now move along." She edges me out of the room and I don't bother arguing. After a long walk home, I fall onto the sofa and almost collapse. I bring up the interface from my desk once I sit up and look. "No text messages or notifications." I whisper to myself, "the usual." I do my regular routine of messaging everyone goodnight to which I only get responded to by Bruno and Madeleine. Eventually, I passed out on the sofa.