Lunar Gate Project

Crynn POV

"The 'Lunar Gate Project' is an organized effort to accomplish what is known as Quantum Spatial Manipulation, in other words, teleportation. With the last few successful tests conducted, we believe that accomplishment of result is imminent. It had already passed the live test of transporting a monkey strapped to a car from Moon, to a precise set of coordinates on Mars."

"Soon, the human race and our United Corporations Union will have opened a new door to a dawn of a new era. Further descriptions, analyzations and calculations kept safe in the Lunar Palace," Jill read the brief account on the project, providing both minimal and specific information about this whole 'Lunar Gate Project'.

"Hmm... Teleportation, there must be something else tied to this, a teleportation technology alone won't warrant the attention of the Gods as well as any details on how this sub-world still is somehow had it's connections cut off with ehm... Heaven. I see a puzzle, incomplete, largely missing an essential piece of completion, or maybe a lot of puzzle pieces," Calian thought aloud.

"When is our flight scheduled again?" Aria asked because we did not really pay attention to our flight particulars simply because we hadn't really placed that on our upper board yet. "Huh, 7 o'clock tonight," what? Our flight is tonight? That's not too quick or something? I imagined it to be at shortest, tomorrow, not today, at night.

"That might pose a problem, we still have to deal with V," I spoke while rubbing my philtrum, headache coming up. "We'll be sure to deal with that later, it's now 12 in the noon, we need to be by the airport at least, by 6 in the evening, better by 5 in the afternoon. That makes us 3 hours of free time and God knows we haven't had lunch."

"I'll be arranging for everything we'll need to space while the three of you can try to get V back on board with our goal, just makes promises to her. After all, she's getting the reward she's promised by the end of this whole mission. Got it?" Jill sped through an entire paragraph of words and sentences, reaching the point of what we needed to hear.

"With that being said, I'm starving, let's get our well needed bite of lunch."

***

Lunch was good, it was excellent. Never thought a submarine's cafeteria to have this many ingredients to work with. And just to brag it myself, every single day we've been on this submarine, every breakfast, lunch and dinner, I am the one doing all the work behind the kitchen, cooking for the team, fantastically too.

And so, today like any other day, I cooked lunch, for four because V had apparently made something for herself while we're up talking on the bridge. As per usual, the lunch session is decorated by the still screaming and locked crew in their relative crew quarters. I'm not saying I'm a sadist or anything, but I have got rather used to the sounds of wailing men.

"Sweet, good job on the food as always, Crynn," Jill smiled in satisfaction as she finished munching down on her last remaining piece of synthetic beef. Yes, apparently, people don't farm cows on the fields nowadays, they grow not the animal, but the meat with hastened and controlled cell growth to the point that A5 wagyu beef has become a standard set level on the market.

How do I know that? I simply got curious in finding out that the meat storage in the submarine is incredibly high in quality and vessels such as a submarine shouldn't have such kinds of meat. So I looked it up through one of the computers and immediately found the glaring evolution on food in this era.

"And I will forever appreciate your compliments, Jill," I smiled as she wiped her mouth with a sheet of tissue, getting up from her sit with a light stretch of her arms. "I need to get back to the bridge, please do communicate with V, pull some tricks, do some cheats, whatever it is you see fit. Excuse me lady, and gentlemen," Jill crumpled the tissue, accurately lobbing it into the nearest bin, leaving us three in deep contemplation regarding how to convince V.

"So, V, where is she?"

***

Calian POV

The negotiator, that's what I'd like to be called. A Jedi Master like Obi-Wan Kenobi would disagree but I'm not some wise old man. Having a title like 'The Negotiator' is something awesome in it's own rights, even if it could sound rather... cheesy. Ah well, this job has been passed onto me by those two lazy bums (Referring to Crynn and Ariane), I'll show them a lesson, a lesson of negotiation.

Even if they aren't here to spectate nor will even take an interest in how I am going to pull V back in but whatever, I'll keep my pride and honor to myself. I raised my fist on the door, an promptly knocked, three times, all of which were loud and painfully obvious. "Oh, it's you, come in," V opened the door, raised a brow, and invited me to sit on a chair.

V has taken residency in one of the higher officer's room, it's large enough compared to the 4 man cramped crew quarters. This room is complete with a working desk, a bookshelf for your everyday reading needs, and for some unknown pompous reason, a small fridge, filled with wondrously, soda, iced tea, and other cool, refreshing beverages.

"What are you here for? As long as it's not to persuade me into another one of your 'crackpot' missions, I'm fine for small talk," ouch, our missions aren't 'crackpot'. They're concocted brilliantly, like a bartender, professionally handling hundreds of different cocktails without even an error of remembering which is which and how is what.

"Hah! Excellent! That's exactly why I even came up here in the first place. We're here to formally invite you back into one more 'crackpot' mission! So are you up for it?"