In the crown of the towering structure that pierced through the heavens, the metallic doors of the elevator slid open, revealing a lone intelligence officer with an important report. She walked forward into the house of the executive, standing before a dark-tinted wooden desk.
"I have a significant report, Sir." She softly reported as the luxurious office chair pointing towards the windows slowly turned towards her. Sitting on it was none other than Abraham, whose cold expression unveiled authority that was only his.
"I presume it's about Columbus..." Abraham remarked, earning the nod of the intelligence officer. He had sent various personnel to find his wife as there were only three months left before a year had passed.
Even though he was ignorant of the duration of pregnancy his wife might go through, ignorance wasn't a bliss for someone like him.
A lot of things have happened since Laplace's departure. His relationship with Charlotte and Mercedes had grown further than what he had expected. He had learned to love them far beyond a close friend and more like a lover.
However, all of them understood that such a relationship must be in complete secrecy. He was a married man, and he needed to handle the wrath of his wife, regardless of how the two commented about him misunderstanding something.
In simpler terms, the guilt and the desire to meet his wife consumed him. Even if he wanted to abandon the Naval Task of not interfering with the operations of the United World Government, he wasn't that confident in actually leading them in his current state.
"Yes, Sir... Columbus has made a significant breakthrough. It has made contact with Lady Laplace somewhere in the Frontier, in the island kingdom of Anaconda." The following words of the intelligence officer shook Abraham down to his core.
His mind was awakened as his back straightened. From the following failures that could be counted in dozens, he didn't expect Columbus to find his wife. His expectations was practically below the abyssal depths of the ocean floor after the insurmountable failures.
"Where is she? Is she okay!?" Naturally, Abraham was excited, wanting to meet his wife. The intelligence officer lowered her head and continued her report. "There were some troubles in the contact, Sir. Columbus almost got annihilated."
"Columbus 0-1 was supposed to go through a reconnaissance of the island kingdom of Anaconda. However, they were met with a horrible storm and a terrifying sight of the country. According to the aviation personnel onboard, it was burning while steadily sinking into the seas."
"Pictures have been fortunately retrieved from the data center in the aircraft, and they weren't wrong." The intelligence officer calmly placed pictures that the reconnaissance officer had taken of the island of Anaconda.
Abraham gazed at the pictures and saw nothing but pure destruction. Crimson fiery flames of inferno devoured the landscape as the shores slowly sunk from the tides of the rough seas. Most importantly, there was a gargantuan serpentine dragon in the devastated capital city of Anaconda.
He was sure of it, the dragon was none other than his wife, Laplace. But, if she resided in the capital city of what was supposed to be a country, it would mean... A country has been destroyed, and the culprit was her.
"The more time we waste, the riskier it becomes." Abraham got inside the Columbus and immediately strapped himself into a seat. The aviation personnel made their final preparation and swiftly closed the ramps of the aircraft.
The propellers of the C-130 turned on, rotating rapidly by the moment. Thrust was soon made as the transport aircraft started moving in the runway. They soon gained speed, propelling forward while the the aviation pilot turned the flaps at an angle. Experience more tales on m v|l e'-novelhall.net
The transport aircraft steadily soared into the skies, heading towards the direction of its destination, the fallen kingdom of Anaconda. However, to go there as quickly as possible, was a problem for their new magi-technology to solve.
"Hold tight, Sir. HERMES will soon be activated." An aviation officer stated while holding on into what was hard. Abraham merely nodded at him, but kept his comfortable posture. The pilots made preparations for the activation of HERMES, which was a complicated one.
There were several sensitive components in the aircraft that might be affected by the intense internal turbulence brought about by the spatial transmission. Naturally, the current and newest prototype assured the survival of sensitive components, making it reliable for quick transport.
After making their preparations, the aviation pilots nodded at one another and turned the key for activation. The aircraft soon trembled as if it was hit by the greatest turbulence it had ever gone through. Everything was quivering, leaving some wondering if it would break apart amidst transmission.
Everest sat comfortably in his seat, seemingly unaffected by the effects brought about by spatial-transmission. His body was too rigid for something like a tiny spatial quake would affect. Though, he did notice the advancements that the R&D Department had made regarding spatial-transportation.
However, it was far from the accessibility that the Colonial Dominion of Terra had. There were many more things that could use improvements such as the lowering of the intense shaking. The vibrations will cause problem for the aircraft in the long-term, even with initial maintenance.
But he didn't ride the Columbus to criticize Hermes. He went in a voyage to get back his wife.
The turbulence soon calmed down and the blue skies beyond the circular windows of the aircraft turned dark. Lightning roared in the background, illuminating in various colors. The Columbus had successfully transported itself near the fallen kingdom in an instant.
Abraham stood up and declared to the aviation personnel nearby. "I'll handle her alone. The plane should return to the Citadel, otherwise it wouldn't be able to survive with the intense conditions amidst the storm."
"I'll fare better if I am alone. At the very least, I wouldn't be worried about you guys getting hurt." Abraham continued, shotting down their rejections. "Open the ramp and let me drop from here. Remember to heed my words and retreat immediately."
The aviation personnel opened the ramps, bringing about a surge of wind in the interiors of the aircraft. Abraham stood while gazing at the burning island below with a cold expression on his face. Though, a smile formed on his face as he glanced at the men behind him.
"Consider this a matrimonial problem, the usual when marrying a feisty girl, right?" He smirked and promptly jumped from the aircraft.