Monsuno - Plasma Clash

Report

"...And that's the situation, Commandant Ace sir," the soldier on the monitor announced.

"Very good, soldier. Keep us up to date on anything new, and inform the captain that he will be in charge of managing the repairs," Trey responded.

"Roger that, sir."

With a slight static crack, the monitor's screen returned to its default setting, a revolving S.T.O.R.M. symbol. Jon Ace turned around to the ten teenagers standing in a line behind him. Except...

"Chase, what are you doing?"

A teen with dreadlocks wearing a set of blue pyjamas covered in teddy bears shifted forward slightly from the centre of Team Core-Tech. "Ain't it obvious, Commandant Ace? He's eating."

Another pyjama-clad teenager stood in place, half of her freckles obscured by her hand as she rubbed her eyes. "You woke us up at this time. You could at least have the decency to let us power up. Hey, Bren!"

"...Hmm...Neo-Quickforce, use dispersion blast..."

A sharp pink rabbit-covered kick to the butt sent Bren flopping onto the floor like a wet flannel, drool dripping from his mouth.

"Well, he's not going to be moving for a while," Dr. Suno said tiredly, leaning against the wall at the far right of Jon Ace and Trey, wearing a long white lab coat.

"Oh my, that amount of drool is quite something! I think a puddle may form," a strangely fascinated boy with white hair chimed.

"Beyal, how come you aren't in nightclothes?" Jinja asked.

"I was up skimming over the ancient texts my master gave me, though I'm not good enough to read all of them yet."

"Aww, you're so cute when you work hard!"

"Ah, Jinja, stop it-pinching-my cheeks, my cheeks-ah!"

"Team Core-Tech, that's enough!" Trey said sternly. "Just look at the Strike Squad! They've been standing here silently for the past ten minutes!"

As hard as they tried to, there was no hiding the smug expressions on the faces of the four boys clad in specialist battle uniforms. The only female member, however, stood silently on the far right.

With one last motion, Chase drank up the last of his instant ramen in one go and, demonstrating precise aim, threw the plastic container into the bin across from where his father was standing.

"Well, now that we're all accounted for," Trey said, "Let's begin the briefing."

"Sir, Bren is still passed out," Chase said, smiling and pointing to the floor where his friend was lying. Jinja knelt down and raised him by the collar, shaking him.

"Come on, Bren!"

"No... stop it, Neo-Quickforce...I'll play with you later..."

Dax knelt down next to Jinja and whispered in his ear, "Glasses, if you get up, Tango'll give you a kiss!"

"K-Kiss?!" Bren jolted awake. "What kind of kiss?! Are you serious-"

A loud clearing of the throat from Jon Ace halted Bren's speech in his tracks. Sitting up properly, he looked around.

A few moments later, he was standing up in line with the rest of Team Core-Tech, looking incredibly embarrassed.

"Right, now that that's sorted..." Jon turned to Trey. "Please begin the briefing, if you will."

"Affirmative, Commandant Ace sir." Trey walked over to a large monitor, which immediately shifted its display to an aerial view of the detention centre, smoke billowing from various places.