As they exited the kitchen, Spider-Man was met with a disheartening sight. Officers of Beryl-Vil looked stressed and beaten down, worn, tired, and defeated. Cyan noticed that there were more officers present than before, which could only mean one thing. Suddenly, someone screamed, "Cyan!" catching her attention. She turned to see Rohan waving at her while jogging toward them at a brisk pace.
Spider-Man observed Rohan a young officer with dark velvet hair and piercing green eyes. His facial features were sharp and well-defined, and he had faint but noticeable freckles.
Rowan stopped as he reached Cyan and Spider-Man. "The commander is here and she wants to see y..." He paused, looking at Spider-Man with a mix of confusion and bewilderment. "Spider-Man..." he said, still somewhat shocked and surprised.
Spider-Man pointed at himself. "Wait, she wanted to see me?" he asked, a bit flabbergasted. Then he smiled and added with a sarcastic tone, "Aww, she really does like me. I have that effect on people." Both Rowan and Cyan exchanged raised eyebrows. "Uhhh, yeah," Rowan replied, unsure of how to respond. He then looked at Cyan again and continued, "Cyan, the commander is here. She's been asking for you and Spider-Man."
"Where is she?" Cyan asked, and Rowan immediately responded, "She's over there on the right side of the mess hall, gathered with other officers." Cyan and Spider-Man followed Rohan's gaze and saw a group of officers huddled around a table on the right side. "Let's head over there now. Thank you, Rohan," Cyan said. Rowan straightened up and nodded, "Come on, follow me," he urged.
They followed Rowan to the commander's location. As they walked, Spider-Man took in his surroundings. The mess hall was quite vast, filled with numerous tables and a grayish interior that felt very monotone and generic, nothing too glamorous. The floor featured a variety of designs, from green to a black and white checkered patterns, which was eye-catching yet somewhat distracting.
As he scanned the room, he counted about twenty officers, all situated at different tables inspecting their gear and equipment, with some light banter here and there. When they finally reached the table where the commander was stationed, Spider-Man noticed several officers he didn't recognize, but he did spot the commander and the tech specialist, Auriel Gilda.
All of them were focused on a large piece of paper that appeared to be a map of the station itself, except for Auriel, who was intently focused on her laptop, the clicking of her keyboard echoing as she typed away quickly.
The map was expansive, incorporating all sections of the station from the first to the third floor. Each section was labeled with its corresponding floor. The left side represented the first floor, the middle the second floor, and the right the third. Each floor featured different interiors.
The commander had both hands on the table, looking down at the map, when she lifted her head to face Cyan and Spider-Man. As their gazes met, Cyan straightened up and saluted, while Spider-Man, unsure of what to do, casually waved at her in a friendly manner, which drew some ire from the other officers.
The commander smiled at Spider-Man's greeting before turning her attention to Cyan. "At ease, corporal," she said. Then she directed her gaze to Spider-Man. "And how are you, Spider-Man? I heard you received a nasty head injury," her tone laced with concern.
"I did, but I'm alright now. Thanks to Cyan, without her, I wouldn't be breathing right now," Spider-Man replied, gently rubbing the front of his head where the wound was, careful not to irritate it.
The commander nodded, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Well, I'm glad you're alright," she said before her expression shifted to a more serious one as she focused on the diagram of the station. "To catch you both up to speed on current events, we've recently lost contact with Lieutenant Bronzes and his team," she added grimly, the atmosphere growing more tense.
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Spider-Man The Web Slinger of Remnant
Pertualangan*Long uploads* Description: Flynn Redmond always wanted to be something more than being a normal teenage boy in High school. He wanted to be a huntsmen like in the old tales his grandparents would read to him. Defending people who couldn't protect...
