Interstellar

✯ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍𝕀𝕀 ✯

Year 3828 — Planet Giatov — Section Dyo

Astraea's breath hitched at the touch of the cold metal sword that was against her neck. The voice was deep, one of a man's.

"I'd appreciate it if you handed over that case." The man said as he pushed the blade closer, reaping blood.

"Wh—who are you?" Astraea managed to say, looking down where the sword was. There was no way of signaling the group without him decapitating her. Her SPI watch was too far to reach with where her hand was.

"Hand it over, Striker, or your head's coming off." He returned a serious tone.

Astraea didn't say anymore as she reached inside with her already stretched out hand. She grabbed hold of the briefcase's handle, slowly pulling it out.

"I don't got all day. Why are you Strikers always so slow?" He commented on her pace.

Astraea bit her lip, thinking of all the choices she had before thinking of the most risky one.

As soon as the case was out the safe, she swung it hitting the man's sword, removing it from his hand. The sword flew to the edge of the office table that was to the left of Astraea.

She then kicked the man in the chest with all her weight. He fell backwards, stabilizing himself with his palms as they hit the carpet.

Only then did Astraea have a good look at him.

He wore all black, a tight fitted long sleeve sculpted out the muscles along his abs and arms. His hair, messy and a soft dirty blonde. His jaw was chiseled sharp, making his green eyes pop out. Under the dim light Astraea couldn't see the hit of brown that encircled his irises.

While Astraea was distracted by his appearance, he took the chance to swoop her feet from underneath her. Unfortunately, she fell on the metal flooring instead of the carpet.

It didn't take long before she regained herself, pulling out a gun with her left hand.

They were both now seated across from each other with Astraea holding a plasma gun straight at him.

"Don't move or I'll shoot." She warned, gripping the trigger tighter but not enough to shoot.

"Looks like you got me, sparkler." He raised his hands up in mocking manner.

"Don't call me that," she warned.

"Then what am I supposed to call you?" He mused, eyes fixed on hers.

"Nothing, now tell me who you are and what you're doing here." She commanded with a harsh glare. This guy was being to slack for how he was acting earlier.

"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours." He bargained coolly.

Astraea narrowed her eyes further. She needed to figure him out and find out why he needed the case.

"Fine. You go first."

He shook his head. "Doesn't work like that. You Strikers always find a way to screw people over. At the same time then. You tell me your name on the count of three."

Astraea didn't like the idea but she had to.

"One."

"Two."

"Three." He huffed a breath, getting ready to say his name.

"Rae."

The woman frowned. "You cheated. You didn't say your name."

The man smirked, laughing lightly. "Rae, huh? That sounds like a nickname."

Astraea shivered slightly at the sound of her name off his lips.