world is mine

Commander Saturn of Team Galactic. Also known as your friendly, neighborhood leaders of Sinnoh. Rest assured you're in good hands. Why would we lie? And who told you that?

[malitias]

All work and no play makes for tired executives (@Mars)

The word "break" had seemed like a foreign concept to Saturn since this whole thing began.

With Cyrus in seemingly failing health, Jupiter and Charon nowhere to be found, and the recent 'scandal' that the news picked up with Red's arrest, things at the Galactic office were far from lax.

But, finally, he had a night to spend work-free. And who better to spend it with than the only other executive around?

That being said, he took a seat in the back of one of Sunyshore's nicest restaurants, waiting patiently for his coworker and friend to arrive for the first real dinner he's had in months.

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rained out (open)

[revolutionistic]

Ah, shit.. Red hadn’t ever seen this guy before (maybe he wasn’t that important?), but from the way Dawn spoke, he could tell that this wasn’t good, especially when she was drawing out a Pokemon. To top it all off, “prison” wasn’t exactly a word that he wanted to be associated with, no matter who said it.

Taking a few steps back out of surprise, he reached for one of his own Pokeballs, grasping the sphere in his hand as his thumb instinctively hovered over the button. Red wasn’t going to leave her alone with this, but at the same time, if this guy was as big as she played him out to be (not to mention, he wasn’t wearing the same uniform as the grunts), he didn’t want her to get into trouble, either.

"Dawn… Ah, uh." He stopped. Clearing his throat, Red looked towards Saturn. "What are the charges? I haven’t done anything.”

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He glared at Dawn, while Umbreon stepped in front of him protectively. "Now, now. There's no need for that. If I were here for a battle, we would have begun already. I advise you put your pokemon away before we have to take it ourselves."

Saturn's attention was turned back to Red. "Why, you don't know your charges? How about this: treason against Team Rocket. And, I'm sure you're thinking, 'what jurisdiction does Galactic have over that?', and the answer is quite simple: if you're considered a criminal elsewhere, you're considered one here, as well." The smirk on his face was far from concealed; he knew exactly how awful this sounded. For them, anyway.

Taking a large step closer, the grunts moved to surround the other two. "Now, seeing as I'm sure you weren't aware of his criminal status, I unfortunately cannot arrest you, Dawn." 

"But, if either of you decide to make this process messy, well..." He gestured around him, where three more grunts surfaced out of buildings and from behind others. "...I'm afraid you won't be winning. You'll only make things harder for yourself if you don't come peacefully."

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rained out (open)

[revolutionistic]

Abandoned his…gym? The idea was pretty foreign to Red, but then again, people were unpredictable. No one had the same ideals on the situation at hand and that was understandable, but at the same time, he just couldn’t imagine someone giving up so easily. They must have not cared in the first place or, if they did, they just didn’t care enough. 

"Punch him," Red said calmly, nodding as if, yes, that was the best solution, and to him, it was. Someone who was so important to the region’s future just abandoning their post was awful, even if he stopped himself from being so surprised about it. "Or, at least, that’s what I would do." Who ever said you couldn’t punch someone for having opposing views if they were awful? No one. No one important ever said this.

Ah, despite living in a hole (literally), he had heard enough about some of the gym leaders, namely those two. “I feel… as if it must be hard, but I’m sure they’ll make the right decision. And you and I both know what that is.” He wasn’t actively working with the rebellion at the moment, but he had always agreed with what he’d heard about it.

Hearing that he wasn’t the only one with missing friends was somewhat calming in a sort of twisted way. He felt bad about it almost immediately, as he wouldn’t wish this on anyone, but at least he had found companionship and a potential friend for now. “I’ll help you find him, if you want. Galactic seems like, uh, a big pain, so it’s best to have as many as we can, ri—”

He stopped short, pausing in his walking. Red whipped his head around to look behind them and, when he didn’t see anyone immediately, he peered left and right, before looking back to Dawn. “…For a moment there, I felt like we weren’t alone. Did you hear that?”

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Oh, my. What's this?

What Saturn had disguised as a simple, yet rainy, walk through the streets of Sunyshore had worked out perfectly. A few hours ago, a grunt came rushing in, telling Saturn that Dawn had been spotted in town, along with someone he didn't recognize. Some brief research showed that the mystery boy was named Red, a person from Kanto who was driven out by Team Rocket, and surely, he'd be facing time if he was found in his home region...

So, why not grab him ourselves? Not only would it prove Galactic's new power, but also give them leverage over the Rocket's. A perfect plan, ah yes. Tragically, Saturn still had nothing to arrest Dawn for (other than being annoying), so this boy would have to suffice.

He rounded a corner, accompanied by two grunts and his Umbreon. "Well, well. What intuition you have, Red! You are certainly not alone. At least, not at the moment. We'll see what prison has to say about that later on."

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Routine business (@Bebe)

[in-boxed]

The distance between them did little to help ease Bebe’s nerves; her housekey trembled slightly in her hand, and she nearly leapt at his  statement. 

"Uh, nope. Not really. Ha." 

Bebe was more concerned with what the commander would do to her. Smalltalk was not as the forefront of her ponderings. 

Gritting her teeth, the programmer steadied her hand and opened one of her door’s locks. She had some new ones installed as of late. ‘Cause y’know. A girl can’t be too careful these days. Random men might accost ya on the street and force themselves into your home. Imagine that right—

The door swung open to reveal an abode that the term “humble” would be too kind to describe. The wooden floor was carpeted with various cords, cables, and chargers. Handbooks and technological manuals were stacked as if they were tree trunks, color-coded post-it notes sticking out of pages decorated them as leafs and sprouts. The coffee table was a work desk, the dining room table was a work desk, and both of these surfaces had so many take-out boxes—folded Chinese cartons, emptied pizza boxes, unopened cups of ranch dressing, a few styrofoam containers with sombreros embossed on the lids—you might’ve confused her kitchen for an international cuisine delivery service. 

To say she didn’t get out much would be an understatement.

Bebe led Saturn to the makeshift bed couch and shoved the blanket aside, making space for him to sit. Her eyes drifted from his to the floor, then to the side. 

"Ahah…Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some refreshments." 

Glameow leapt onto the free space on top of the coffee table (which happened to be Bebe’s closed laptop), and peered right at the Galactic houseguest, as he it was keeping an eye on what he considered to be an intruder while his owner disappeared into the kitchen. 

"…So…" Bebe returned with two mismatched glasses of ice water. "What’s up…?”

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So easily frightened, this girl. In reality, this only makes his job easier, but he likes it a lot less. He watched as she fumbled with her keys, taking steady time to unlock the...well, Arceus knows how many locks on her front door.

To say that her home was inviting would be like saying the Distortion World was a nice vacation spot. Maybe that comparison was too drastic, but it's all Saturn really thought about when he sat down on the couch...bed...thing, attempting to make himself "at home".

The entire time Bebe was gone, he played a good ol' fashioned game of 'try to outintimidate the angry looking Pokemon that's been glaring at you the whole time'. Needless to say, it was a pretty even match, that only ended when the Glameow promptly turned it's attention back to it's faithful owner.

He took the ice water, downing a small sip before getting down to business. "Well, miss, it's fairly easy to say that you're one of the most well-acquainted people in this region when it comes to the trainers." He set the glass down, watching the condensation form on the outside. "That is, despite your...somewhat secluded lifestyle choices."

The commander crossed his legs, relaxing his posture and flickering his eyes from her laptop to her. "I mean, you do have control over the entire Sinnoh PC system. I'm sure you must keep clear records of the pokemon that people own, right? And, possibly, what Pokemon Center they've used last?"

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Getting to know- (open; for other "evil" members)

'All work and no play makes me a dull boy'.

In the context of this quote, Saturn could easily be considered the dullest of all. Since the region takeover, he can't recall a day where he wasn't working, or doing an interview, or making sure any loose ends were tied up tight. And, with Cyrus' seemingly declining health, the thought of a vacation, or even a break, seemed to be foreign.

That was, until, he thought of a way to give himself a break without really giving himself a break.

Despite best efforts by the grunts, Jupiter still had yet to be found. Needless to say, Saturn missed her company, and decided to pack his bags and go on a search. Just one week. No more, no less.

He arrived in Unova on a rainy morning, and headed for his hotel in Castelia before 'hitting the town'.

The city was, well, overwhelming. Bigger than any he had seen prior...it made Sunyshore look like a village. In the process of processing everything, the commander bumped into someone with quite a bit of force.

"Oh! Arceus, I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

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Distractions || Cyrus & Saturn

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"No, I know that I didn’t see a person from a rebel group, I meant that I didn’t recognize you at first in the dim light." Well, there’s also the fact that Cyrus couldn’t tell if had been hallucinating again or not at that point, but he wasn’t going to share the fact he had been seeing things with Saturn yet if he could avoid it.

As for the energy drinks, Cyrus realized that Saturn must have a point. The fact that he had consumed nothing but them for at least the last twenty-four hours must be at least part of the reason Cyrus was feeling so awful now. Still, he wasn’t ready to give them up entirely, but maybe enough was enough for the night.

"I probably just need to sleep, that’s all. Thank you for your concern, but I’m sure I’ll be better after sleeping for a few hours." There was no need to be seeing a doctor, even the hallucinations were surely just a sign that Cyrus needed more sleep.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what those words he had been hearing in his head meant. It seemed as if someone had been trying to communicate to him that he had done something wrong and was going to pay for it.

Forget about that, it was obviously a lack of sleep and nothing more. The prospect of something trying to communicate with him like that was ridiculous at best. Besides, who had Cyrus crossed that was capable of talking to him like that? Well, there was Giratina, but it was locked in the Distortion World, there was no way it could possibly communicate to him now, especially since it didn’t talk in the first place.

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Saturn sighed; he figured Cyrus would refuse a doctor's visit, but at least he's being somewhat civil about it. "I'm glad you agree, Cyrus. Let's take you inside."

He walked to Cyrus' side, offering him some help to get into the base. It was difficult seeing his boss like this; so devoid of...everything. Saturn was used to seeing him be emotionless and distant, but now even his health was failing...the executive had a nagging fear that he wouldn't be around much longer. Something he didn't want to think about, in all honesty.

They made it to the door when Saturn detached himself from Cyrus to open it and let him inside. "I think it would be best for you to go straight to bed, even though you must have work to finish. Myself or Mars can do it for you, if you'd like?"

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Distractions || Cyrus & Saturn

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"Saturn…" Cyrus froze in place, trying to come up with an explanation of exactly why he was outside digging through a trash can that didn’t involve the fact that he was hearing voices and hallucinating. That would most likely only result in Cyrus having to go see a doctor and have his head examined, and that was the last thing Cyrus needed at the moment.

"I’m… I’ll be fine Saturn. I stepped outside of my office for some cooler air and to wait off a headache, when I realized that I must be in worse shape than I had originally thought. I ran to the nearest trash can, but was interrupted by a Ratatta jumping out of it. I was trying to put the trash back in the can, and then you walked in the alleyway. All I saw was a silhouette, I didn’t know who it was standing there… could have been a rebel for all I knew."

As Cyrus sheepishly told his fabricated story, he realized that he really did feel nauseous. Even so, he doubted that his story would hold much water, but it was at least worth a try.

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While his story seemed too good to be true, Saturn had no proof for a counterpoint.

But he saw a silhouette...? If anyone was in the alley, they would have been caught. There is, after all, only one way out, so Saturn surely would have seen them fleeing. Hm.

"I don't want to be prying at you, but I'm sure those energy drinks you constantly down aren't helping your case much." He tried to put as much empathy into those words as he could, even though he knew that such an emotion wouldn't reach Cyrus like it would if it were Mars or Jupiter.

"But, if you are feeling this ill, it would be beneficial to see a doctor." Saturn picked up an apple core from the ground and tossed it into the trash can Cyrus had been leaning on. "I know you're not in the public eye much, but if this 'rebel' group catches wind of you being ill, they may see it as a weakness."

He put his hand on Cyrus' shoulder, gesturing back to the entrance of their new base. "It's late. You should be getting rest, although I doubt you'll listen to me on that." Saturn sighed, looking down. "We can't afford to lose you...again, Cyrus. It would be severely detrimental to everything we've worked on thus far."

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Distractions || Cyrus & ??? [open]

Hmm, that was an idea. Controlling Arceus, if he could just find a way to locate it, would take a Red Chain approximately 5 times stronger than one of the ones he had used for Dialga and Palkia. That sounded reasonable enough. With the Lake Trio recaptured, the extraction of the crystals would take… ten years. No, that calculation had to be off, it only took a few hours last time. What could be… oh, right, it would be a longer process partially due to the fact that the lake guardians had been used a few years ago. Still, maybe…

No, that would be too predictable, Cyrus needed to go with something completely new. Maybe controlling a legendary wasn’t the way to go, but rather draining its power into himself? Cyrus began researching that for a bit, and it seemed that only a god could handle that much power inside of it, so that one was a catch-22. Unless there was some sort of process that could gradually allow him to take that much power… wait, wouldn’t that take years, though? He’d be dead by then, and the Pokemon he was draining power from would surely break free even sooner than that. Unless…

Okay, there was that headache again. Maybe it was time to stop and continue this planning later… nah. This was the first time in a week that Cyrus finally was getting to working on his plans and not his duties ruling Sinnoh, he’d be an idiot not to take this chance while everyone else was presumably sleeping.

Cyrus pulled out a bottle of painkiller pills labeled “maximum strength” from his desk, shook a few out, and took them with a small bottle of his custom-tailored energy drink. That should be enough to deal with the headache, now to get back to work.

However, as Cyrus continued trying to work, it just got harder and harder to concentrate. Odd, because Cyrus had never had that problem before. The pills didn’t seem to be working, either, for once, the headache was even worse than it had been before. Cyrus could also swear he heard somebody talking, but that was ridiculous, the long hallway outside of Cyrus’ office should be empty except for a patrolling grunt, and the window to the outside world was shut tight. Maybe Cyrus really did need a break. He saved his notes and shut off the computer he was using.

It was rather cold outside, especially considering the time of year, but Cyrus didn’t mind. It had been hot and stuffy indoors ever since Cyrus had moved buildings, since he hadn’t had time to contact his subordinates to put in better air conditioning units. To be honest, he really didn’t have time for much anymore, as even his plan to remake the universe had been put on hold by his new duties.

Unfortunately, the cool, fresh air seemed to be doing nothing for Cyrus’ headache, and the faint voices he had been hearing were now growing louder and almost audible. Looking around, however, there seemed to be no people close by. Weird, but maybe the voices were coming from that nearby alleyway? It was worth a small investigation.

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"...Ah, it's me, sir." Saturn looked at his leader; the one who helped him realize a new life, staring into a trash can. The executive furrowed his brow, moving closer to Cyrus, who seemed to be radiating...something.

"I heard commotion out here from my office and came to investigate. I'm relieved to see that it's only you, sir." But...was he relived? Cyrus wasn't typically the type to do this sort of thing.  Usually a grunt was sent to take out the trash, let alone root through it....oh, well. He had only been out of the distortion world a short time, and was probably still in the process of getting back to a state of normalcy.

Moving closer, he could see that Cyrus looked feverish. Maybe he was getting sick? Or maybe it was those damn energy drinks he has to stay focused. Saturn wants to lecture him; tell him that those things will kill him much faster than actually help him. Despite this, Saturn was in no place to be lecturing his own boss. Especially when he seemed so...distant.

Taking another step closer, he looked up at Cyrus with a worried expression. "Are you alright, Cyrus?"

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((WE HAVE MORE GALACTICS NOW I'M SO HAPPY...WE SHOULD PLAN SOMETHING....HEY............))

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Routine business (@Bebe)

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"Well—sir—if it’s up to my convenience," Bebe’s voice wavered with a newfound confidence. Could she keep it up? Would she cave, stand her ground? And she wondered about the peculiar spike in temperature—or was that just her? The space between the two was thick, as if the muggy humidity had swept in from the Great Marsh a few towns over. 

Yeah, maybe that was just her. 

There wasn’t a sign of acceptance on that girl; from body language to unsteady tone of voice, Bebe radiated reluctance. Not like that would change anything with Saturn. He made the plans here—it was a terribly convenient coincidence for the commander to run into a potentially subversive citizen-of-note.

Duh, Bebe! Of course he wasn’t going to let me off easy. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200.

"…Right. Leading the way." 

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The walk there was eerily quiet. Saturn could easily tell she was scared; after all, he was a rather...intimidating person to be around. No matter. That was part of his role. The public eye needed someone intimidating, but also someone who seemed like they cared. Admittedly, the latter was the more difficult aspect.

They arrived promptly at her house, and he waited a good distance away from the door while she opened it. He didn't want to scare her too badly before he got the information he needed. 

"So." He said plainly. "I'm sure you're wondering about what I will be asking you."

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Routine business (@Bebe)

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It’s dangerous ‘cause of encounters with the likes of you, the blonde thought. But of course, sentiments like that remained private. No need for the Galactic creeps to be on her tail, after all. 

There are two possible ways this could go; although Bebe would detest nothing more than playing hostess to Saturn, she didn’t want to draw any suspicion by refusing to speak to him. 

"Uh, sure—that’ll be fine—I just need to put my groceries away, we can meet at Amity Park, or here…I suppose—"

There was a skip in her sentence. She glanced to the side, her breath trying to stay steady despite the chill creeping over her chest. Sensing his owner’s growing discomfort, Glameow took a more protective stance in front of Bebe, sitting upright and leering up at the villain with its gold eyes. 

"—we could talk at my place, if that’s what you’d rather do.” 

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"There's no need to trouble you at home. It's really up to your convenience." He nodded, taking note of the protective pokemon at her feet. He thought to his own pokemon strapped to his side, ready for anything. Best hope her little friend doesn't get feisty.

"But, your house would be fine. I won't keep you long, I promise." Saturn smiled, although it often comes across as sly. It can't be helped, really; he knows that his questions will further make him to be the bad guy. Not saying that he wasn't in the first place, however.

"Please, lead the way."

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Routine business (@Bebe)

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"Mhm, that’s me..!" 

Bebe’s smile strained under the gaze of the Galactic commander. She returned the offered handshake with a nod and a nervous chuckle, and at Saturn’s compliment, she managed to mumble a “thank you”. 

"It was nice to meet you, sir—but, y’know, it’s getting kind of late, so…" Bebe let her sentence trail off as she took a couple steps away from Saturn. 

"I really need to be getting home."

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"Understandable. It's dangerous to be alone out late at night, unfortunately." He nodded, keeping a strictly tight composure.

"But, I was wondering something. If you didn't mind me asking, I have some questions about the storage units. We could talk at your home, or right here."

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Routine business (@Bebe)

[in-boxed]

A tap on the shoulder from a stranger may startle you, but an unexpected approach from a stranger who was a very public figure in the recent political upheaval—that wasn’t a welcomed random encounter. So much for an easy evening stroll. 

"Uh, sorry, but I don’t own a wristwatch," Bebe partially looked over to Saturn and replied with a smile, a gesture borne of politeness and caution. The grip on her grocery bags tightened and her Glameow kept close to his trainer’s feet. "Haha, I’d say that’s kinda obsolete…”

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"Ah, it's no problem." A few glances over the girl, and Saturn's memory flared. "Oh! Excuse me. You're the PC mod, correct? Bebe?" He held his hand out, implying a handshake despite her groceries.

"I'm Saturn, although, I'm sure you knew that already." Polite smile. "I'm a big fan of your work. You do an excellent job with the upkeep of the storage system."

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Routine business (@Bebe)

Walking through the streets of Hearthome, Saturn wasn't really planning on anything in particular that day. He did, however, lose track of time.

He flagged down someone on the sidewalk and approached them swiftly.

"Hello, miss. May I ask the time?"

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run ins (@saturn)

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"Yeah, naturally," Dawn replied, sarcasm dripping in her voice. "It’s not like you guys tried to destroy the world before anything. That’d be crazy."

Too much Saturn was bad for her blood pressure, probably. Dawn sighed with a little more attitude than necessary and side stepped the Galactic commander, walking around him. Empoleon followed dutifully behind her, its eyes watching Saturn the entire time.

"Well you know what they say about all good things." Dawn paused, tapping her chin. "So I guess we should all enjoy this while it lasts, huh? Every regime falls eventually."

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"That was then, this is now. As cliche as it sounds, of course."

Saturn turned around one last time, meeting her glance. "As true as that may be, you don't seem to understand the severity of the situation at hand. We're not just a team anymore, Dawn. We've evolved into something much bigger than your dull eyes can comprehend."

He turned and began to walk away; he had far too many plans to be dabbling with brats like her.

Pulling out his pokegear, he rang up one of the grunts who answered with a hasty loyalty.

"Hello? Yes.

Yes, I saw one of them. I don't know where the other one is.

Hm. No, we'll be fine. Prepare for the worst, though.

And make sure we have some jail cells free. I feel like we'll be filling them soon enough."

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run ins (@saturn)

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Dawn’s scowl twisted into an almost mocking frown. “I didn’t say anything — You know, as a public official you should be careful about putting words into the mouths of your public. And I am affronted that you would think I don’t revere and respect you.”

She shrugged and held her her hands up helplessly. “Well, you know us kids these days. It’s like we were raised without rules.”

Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled as he spoke. She had the overwhelming urge to tell him to take a breath mint, but there was a time and a place for everything. Besides, the entire exchange reminded her of her mother begging her to be good before she left.

"You know, I’m glad for that because I’m sure everyone already does." Her blood boiled the moment he touched her, and she prayed Empoloen didn’t do anything rash. Instead, she pulled away from him. "I think I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. Some of us actually have nothing to hide."

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Saturn put his hands in his pockets and turned away from her.

"You know, Dawn. When push comes to shove, we'll see what you're really made of."

He turned back to her, grinning slyly. "Not that I'm implying anything, of course. We strive for peace at Galactic, not war." Shaking his head, he kept his distance from her. "I have no idea why you're saying I have anything to hide. I'm an open book, you see."

Taking another step closer to her, he motioned his arms to the city around them. "This -- all of this was taken fair and square. I think the real problem is that you're too stubborn for your own good and refuse to see things how they are."