It's the year 2212, science and technology had developed immensely. The human race had discovered many things overtime and the society was living their best lives. Planet Mars has now turned into the Independent State of Planet Mars, flying cars now...
JOHNSON SPACE CENTRE, NASA, HOUSTON, TEXAS JULY 2212
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"Honestly tell me, do I look okay?" a girl with silky brown hair frowns at the suit she's wearing, peering at her friend for her opinion. "I've been up since five this morning trying to decide what to wear and seriously my mind is going to blow up!"
Han Chaehee blinks at her friend, personally thinking what she has on is already looking great. The latter has on a tan suit with a black dress shirt underneath, a matching tan knee length skirt and some black heels to complete her look. If anything, she looked just about ready to conquer the world, but Chaehee just couldn't blame her friend's indecisive self as the other holds up another suit set but in a light purple shade.
"Trust me, Xanthe, you look amazing," Chaehee assures her friend with a pat on the shoulder, "we need to meet the others soon. If Eleanor finds out that we're still here, she'll definitely whack our asses."
Xanthe groans and drops to the floor, burying her face in her hands in frustration. "I'm so nervous! What if I mess up on my part?" she whines.
"You're just being a joy-kill right now," Chaehee rolls her eyes before outstretching her arm to pull Xanthe up back on her feet. She helps the latter brush dust from her clothes before heading out the door.
"Come on, the conference starts in an hour, we need to get going if we don't want to -"
The familiar ringtone of a call resonates through the dormitory hall, making Xanthe sigh and watches with tired eyes as Chaehee answers her phone. Not a second after the girl slides her screen to accept the call, she flinches back, hearing the familiar voice of Eleanor Shi blasting through the speakers.
"Where are you, huh!?" the older scolds through the phone, "do you know what time it is!? The rest of the girls and I are already in the lobby, hurry up!"
"Chill, Ella," Chaehee speaks calmly once the sound has calmed down a little, "we're still an hour early."
"Still!"
Xanthe takes the phone away from her friend, putting it against her ear. "Sorry, Ellie, it was my fault. We're on our way now."
"You better be," Eleanor warns them, "the male team are arriving soon, Grace told me."
"Yes mum..!" Chaehee calls over as she shuts the dorm door and locks it.
"I'm waiting!"
Chaehee and Xanthe, two girls who had connected ever since they met a year ago, now exit the dormitory building, dressed smartly for the SK18 Press Conference. It feels so surreal, that they'll be taking off soon. The past year had been endless days and weeks full of intense training; a lot of days where they got injured but having to be up and running again the next day because of the very small amount of time they had, a lot of other days where it felt as if their heads would explode due to always working out problems and equations in the study hall. After this is their month of rest before launch next month, a small break together.
