Planet Protectors - Feline Phony

Assignment

Mimi felt like her freckles were about to fall off from all the excitement she felt prickling through her face.

Her planet.

Her very own planet!

Mimi had been told all about this for her entire life by her parents, that both had their own planets, by her mentors on Hub Planet, and by all her friends.

"Number 18!"

Echo stirred next to her friend, and Mimi could swear she saw her friend's eyes go blank for a second before recomposing herself.
The black-haired girl sighed to calm down, and nodded, taking a breath.

"Good luck," Mimi whispered quietly, even though she wasn't supposed to.

"I won't need it." Echo replied somewhat coldly.

She couldn't help but snicker inwardly. Despite the cold attitude, Mimi could feel the pure anxiety leak off of the slim girl.

Mimi watched as Echo marched off through the opened white doors, and only stopped looking after they had shut.

She wondered what planet Echo would get.
Surely a hard one. Echo had always been a stubborn and logical thinker, much different to Mimi.
Mimi would never quite understand how someone could look at an opportunity and analyze it from all angles for ages; when instead, they could just go up and take it!

"Number 17!"

That had been quick.
Surely Echo hadn't been rejected from the guardian program, right?
No. They'd love someone like her to protect a planet.

Mimi walked eagerly up to the now again opened doors, but hesitated when she actually stood in front of them. The entire room was filled with a blinding white, and Mimi had to blink a few times before her blue eyes adjusted to the harsh light that came from all around her. 

The doors behind her shut with a quiet click, and although she knew it made her look kinda stupid, Mimi found herself still looking around.
The higher ups sat on high chairs equal to their ranks, and Mimi flinched when she realized they were glaring at her. She shook her head. What else would they be looking at?

She climbed up the low, floating stairs that had the same pure white color as the rest of the room, despite so many people already walking on them today.

"Number 17, what is your name?"
Mimi turned her gaze up at the speaker, a bald, tall man with eyes as dark as space itself.
His halos were a blinding white, floating around his shoulders, his head, his hands.
Mimi couldn't count them all.

"Urmi Anahita." Mimi stated.
She felt the urge to touch the back of her head to see if any hairs had fallen out of the bun as the higher ups looked at her with cold stares.

"How long have you stayed in the program for?"
The noisy shuffling of paper surprised Mimi a little. They used paper here?
She looked around for a second, puzzled before snapping back to attention.

"Ah- seven years." She answered, cursing herself already for stuttering.
At least she managed to keep her annoying high voice down.

"Seven?"
The man raised a black eyebrow. "What happened to the other two years? You are nineteen, are you not?"

"Yes." Mimi nodded, forcing herself to keep eye contact. "From age ten to twelve I was seeking refugee with my parents."

The higher ups exchanged looks, and Mimi felt the atomsphere change suddenly. It didn't feel as cold anymore.

"Seeking refugee... from what?" The man pressed, and he folded his hands. His expression had shifted to one of sympathy.

"I believe from the planet taker- ack-" Mimi felt like slapping herself for using that name. "...the- Hadeon. Hadeon, that was his name."