The air cracked with force as the transporter beam dissolved into the still night of Earth.
Commander Glenn's boots landed heavy against the dirt, his body tall and broad as his red insignia glowed faintly on his chest plate. He looked around once, eyes narrowing in vigilance.
Then his hand froze.
A second shimmer had appeared in the transporter's residue,something that wasn't supposed to happen.
And from it, Royce staggered forward, his shoes brushing against the ground, his smirk unbothered despite the dangerous glow in Glenn's eyes.
"Royce…" Glenn growled, his voice carrying the weight of command. "You dare piggyback on a Commander's transmission?"
Royce tilted his head, unshaken. "Well, someone had to make sure you weren't going to mess this up. Besides, you're not the only one who can handle Earth."
"You shouldn't be here," Glenn snapped, his hand already drawing the long tech spear strapped across his back. "This mission is mine alone. You've overstepped."
