The bitter ever-tense ensuing conflict between the Solar, Lunar, Darkened, and Blackened Regime rages on throughout the northern region as night sets in shading the whole picture in pure darkness with exceptions of the heavy loud barrage of ship and aerial cannons and explosions illuminating the region; south-west lies at-ease within the green continental map of Starrup. The land large itself in size is enough to populate more than trillions and have five times the amount of abundant resources to spare. Prosperous society of high-class individuals with intelligent capabilities as if graduated in university of greaterness, and enrich with vast

top high-quality tier state-of-the-art infrastructure and well-organized growth in both economic and environmentally exceeding far beyond positive never once going broke nationally. Growing at the rate of trillions each week. Its pollution-free and sterile region demonstrate the appearance of wanting to reside in paradise free of fossil fuel usage and corrupt greedy disorganized authoritative figures. Cities all across-around the land sculpted to modern to partially the future generation of standards made from mixtures of jade, emerald, steel, and other reinforced concrete materials that able to withstand normal punishment caused by maniacal beings. Yet giving the buildings' exteriors the bright color of green that reflected the culture representing the regime. The people worked vigorously at the norm with enhanced rate of pay five times the amount generously, going home feeling wealthy to afford better quality of needs and wants. The land owned known under the sovereignty independent and highly intel-depth of the Star Regime. Of all past warfare and serious challenges met but resolved ranging through mutual diplomatic understanding and sparing money with little volatile actions, the regime was and are currently at peace left to continue developing and shaping their land in deep forever success. Left untouched alone from those who dare to face anticipated punishment a meter notice in far advanced before their point intention.

Within the lush green territorial state of Starrenmid at Starrenflight Town. The cloudy yet beautiful morning the next day comes in shining its ray of heat down upon the ever-green man-cultivated land of both proud nature and dazzling green cities widespread. The camera centers at an armored dark-green private traveling airplane smoothly landing down. The wheels shift out to brace contact with the green broad runway as it moves all the way close to the terminal building of the busy airport. The plane engine shuts off as the pilot and the co-pilot in green address their safe arrival to the control center and submits their report to the authority. Inside the airport, crowds of people in the large terminal waiting area rush out to the wide clear windows to see that aircraft that has landed. Many with the expression of excitement on their face, some cheer, some salute honorably, and some record or take screenshots from their phones slash cameras. The customers and employees stirrup collaborative commotions about that airplane particular- how thoroughly armored it is layered in pure green emerald, how high-quality it is by the looks that expressed of much money spent somewhere in trillions and amount of manpower it takes to craft that bird to reality. The green star iconic symbol representing the Star Regime on the front head and sides. All the little mechanical details being mentioned to one another, the majority speak in regards to the early dawn of political matters.

Outside as the pit crewmen work by the clock bringing the long stair rail against the shuttle door as it pops open, one of the starguards is seen holding it wide open as six more exits out going down the rail to the tarmac splitting into three to stand across from each other posing in straightened formation with a firm salute. Eleven random politicians exit out following Starrastream, Starrastride, Starrastorm the top commanders. Seven more starguards coming right out after them to provide close security and escort. As the crowds watch from the waiting area in vigor, they shortly erupt into celebrating attitude as Starley and Starbeam both leave the plane stepping foot onto the ground. Altogether they all walk towards the terminal going through a specially made route by the employees to avoid making contact with the crowd. The press moves out to get a clear shot of the scene from distant recording Starbeam and his small group heading into the VIP route into the airport. Covering every point from outside to inside as the crowd cheers wildly and photos are being taken, its flash not bothering the young leader at all as he remains composure, his straight serious mood while Starley is the one waving her hand to all the people, smiling blissfully. She blows kisses to the men young to middle-age and salutes to those that are saluting. Starrastream, Starrastride, and Starrastorm continue to walk forward.

"Starbeam! Starbeam!"

"Hey, it's him! He just came back home! Hurry, get a glimpse of him and take plenty of pictures!"

"Get him, his girlfriend, and the three commanders on video - post it on social media!"

The various people said.

Starbeam stops as his party also stop. A female child with dark swampy green hair in her early twelve of age went under the green curvy stanchion guard blocking their path. As the starguards rush in to carefully apprehend the little girl, Starbeam places out his arms to block the guards giving them a sly friendly look of appeasement shaping a soft smile on his face which gets Starley attention as her eyes widens in sudden amazement, she feels her heart within melts with sincere with heat building up to a point of almost wanting to explode in cheer and joy. Standing there with a warm smile where her thoughts cycling through wanting to cuddle him tight and kiss his cheeks so passionately from how he allows the child to get close to him. The three commanders order the guards to stand down and remain behind Starbeam with their hands behind in stance to agree with the leader. Starbeam bends down to the child's height examining her big grin on her face, eyes closed, her hands out holding a light-colored purple small personal diary that has her name written on it on the front with small pictures of hearts in pink, green, blue. Along with a yellow happy face on top of the book above her name. Starbeam already knew to judge her thoughts and actions, she would like an autograph from him. The neatly combed styled green hair leader raises his left hand out to his party while with his right gently takes the diary. Starley looks at the scenario maintaining her tranced smile and daydreaming of hoping to see that same smile of her lover when they explore places together in their private moments, glaring at the politicians, guardsmen, and the commanders who are looking at each other for seconds figuring out what does Starbeam want judging by his raised left hand until Starrastride pulls out a green formal pen from his small military bag and placing it on the palm of his left hand. Starbeam signs his first and last name on the front cover, back, and opens to sign on the backside of the front cover. The child's eyes glimmers with happiness as Starbeam finishes signing her diary...

"Th-thank you so much for signing my diary, mister Starbeam!" The female child said in confidence, hiding all her anxiety and nervousness to herself yet barely shaking on the outside.

"Mhm, you are certainly welcome, Keira." Starbeam responded, reading her name on the front of her diary.

Keira extends her arms out to retrieve her diary, but before Starbeam can do so... "Hold on for a moment, I think you would be pleased to have more autographs from my cabinet members."

Keira's mouth forms an "O" shape in astonishment, even the surprised and excited people of both consumers and employees already at the scene were cheering for the child and begging for the green leader's autograph while the flashing goes off from cameras, phones, and tripods - the recordings capturing all of the moments. The news media reporting live to every television broadcasting within the airport for the entire citizens of Starrup. Starbeam barely glances through the uproar of civilians at the fancy stanchion guard as the starguards and large forces of airport security stand in between them to maintain order and distance from the VIPs. He turns his head to look at Starley who is lost in thoughts until she sees him looking right at her then she snaps back to reality. Starbeam approaches her as she wonders what's up just for him to pass Keira's diary along with a pen...

"Oh... Oh! You would like me to s-sign her diary?" Starley questioned in curiosity.

Starbeam silently responded with a firm nod.

"Sure, anything for you, my love. And for the people as well."

Starley signs the front and back of the diary, then opens up to the first page of a blank piece of paper passing four pages full of personal written notes of Keira's life to sign her name on top of the header before writing a full page of wonderous statement to the young girl before closing the book and return it and the pen back to her boyfriend. Starbeam stood there detailing through his green eyes of what Starley just did with the book. He takes the diary and the pen then passes it around to the commanders whereas Starrastorm takes hold and signs the front and back before passing it to Starrastream then Starrastride both doing the same as Starrastorm. Starbeam points out directing the commanders to pass it on to the politicians and guardsmen to all sign the diary before returning it back to Keira who grasps it dearly with a big smile on her face...

"Thank you so much again, mister! Thank you, thank you, thank you, and thank you," Keira thanked the VIPs.

Keira's parents moving in a hurry through the dense crowds making their way to the front of the guard to witness their young daughter smiling and waving at them, shortly mustering into a salute at them. Stood with a mixture of speechless, turn, disbelief, and awe; both mom and dad of Keira look at Starbeam, Starley, Starrastorm, Starrastride, Starrastream, the small starguards, and politicians who all salute back, as well triggering a large mass applaud and cheer from the entire people inside the airport on sight...

"The mass erupted in cheers and clapping at the sight of the young girl who now returns back with her parents who are being heavily congratulated and showered with the respect that they have a lucky daughter to be greeted directly by the leader while having their autographs. That marks a period of easing ties between the government and the people..." The young female news reporter continued on with her reporting.

Starbeam and his group exit out to an area of the building heading to a secluded hallway leading to a designated private lounge made for them to rest. They sit down and enjoy themselves over free snacks and healthy beverages, relaxing at will from the flight and trip internationally.

Starley sitting next to him rests her head on his shoulder. Her arms wrap around his chest cuddling up to him like a teddy bear. For him, he does not mind at all, moreover running his fingers through her long formal pony-tail hair and caressing her back to further relax her enough to put her in a mental dreamy trance about him. Starrastorm reading a newspaper after grabbing it from a nearby bin to read up on recent local activities of the regime. Starrastride watching some random spaceball sports having a playoff while drinking hot green-colored coffee and the same goes for Starrastream. The guards standing in formation to guard inside and outside on high alert of the lounge room.

Starbeam glancing around the room, hearing the quiet morning song of classic jazz being played over the speaker above the ceiling, the mixture of beige of greenery paint on the walls layered with mixed roses, the refreshment of snacks and bottle of waters on the wide table in the middle, and the smell of the fresh fragrance of pure oxygen mixed with a hint of lime, altogether makes the room look welcoming. Not much to his personal caring anyway, his facial expression is neutral and emotionless, unphased. His mind recalls from his earlier moments when he takes off inside the armored private jet with Starley, Starrastorm, Starrastride, Starrastream, the small starguards, and politicians to head out away from the vast green continent to attend a united summit meeting with the top foreign leaders being held at a huge parliament building somewhere in the urban downtown of Havenjade, Auttumotto of Westonglappa. Thereupon arrival, they were greeted by government officials and head to the conference room to meet the leaders before the public speech begin. Starbeam taking part in his statement hearing broadcasting his words out over financial aid, foreign ties, and accepting trade deals. He answered thirty questions from the audience as the media recorded and taken pictures of everything taking place. After the speech, in the gathering hall, Starbeam meeting up with the leaders spending little time of chatterbox between them. Hearing the words that they plan on dining out tonight and the representing leader of Westonglappa along with the governor of Auttumotto and the mayor of Havenjade in cooperation gave the other foreign leaders and Starbeam an invitation letter to a formal dinner ball party in the city. After shaking hands, Starbeam and his officials returned back to the airport.

"Sir, Xtreme Vice Colonel Starbeam. Forgive me for disturbing your peace time, are you feeling alright?" Starrastream asked with slight concern.

Returning back to present, Starbeam makes eye contact expressing little confusion as to what the Commander said. "Yes, I am fine. I must be over-relaxing too much, looks like Starley has fallen asleep from the trip back in Westonglappa." He observed at her pretty snooze face on his shoulder.

"Starley must have been bored back there, even I had almost fallen asleep after my twelve yawns of having to listen to all the leaders speaking," Starrastorm spoke.

"Several of their countries talk of how your past involvement since the apocalypse of the great world war shaped the world now- lending over trillions of chromebytes and resources to rebuild their cities up," Starrastride add-in.

"That is what the Star Regime gets from being the one to rise in wealth, us lucky greens." Starrastorm finishes his coffee then gets his refill to be finished again.

"What a long-ass morning."

"What intrigues me a little is the public media. A few of them even questioned me how the military would be if they have not gotten involved over two decades back in Westonglappa."

"I seen news talked about how we could alter the climate change and prevent uncertain disasters with our bare hands."

Starbeam watches the commanders exchanging statements as Starley sleeps at ease cuddling tightly against her boyfriend. He clears his throat getting their attention. "It's time. Let's leave the room and have a meal out there with the people."

The commanders respond with a straight look speechless as Starbeam stands up leaving Starley to stumble her upper body onto the warm empty seat waking her up from her cozy nap. "H-huh? Wh-what the- did I just passed out? If only Starbeam baby would hurry up with his speech over there."

Starbeam looks back at Starley getting up on her feet then makes his way out the door leaving the lounge. Everyone else follows suit heading back out to the lengthy hallway to the food court.

"Are you su-"

"I have made arrangements earlier with the employees. I don't mind eating in front of and around others. Perhaps not bad idea to meet new people and share thoughts." Starbeam blurted, cutting off Starrastride's words.

Arriving at the food court, much of exposing themselves to the crowds, they come to witness the whole entire tables being arranged into five long sections filled with gourmet varying soul food and beverages. The round tables scattered around about three meters apart with as many as billions of guests all sat down awaiting in joy to see the leader making his way to greet them with a firm wave and salute. Starbeam gestures to his party to take a seat at the designated table in front of the podium in front of the cheering people as he makes his way on stage...

"Starbeam Starbeam!"

"Whoooo yeah!"

"I can't believe that he is here at this airport!"

"Quick, take pictures, everyone record him and his girlfriend."

"I can't shake this odd feeling that he invited literally everyone to dine in with him, two hours and forty-eight minutes after his arrival back from his trip here at Wealthedstarr."

"Even the news outlet is welcome here taking a good coverage."

Starbeam taps his finger on the microphone of the podium creating buzzing feedback noises to get the talkative crowds attention... "Good morning, citizens of Starrup. Good morning to you all here at Wealthedstarr International Airport, a new day after the previous. Weather outside not worse with a few clouds and gazing sunshine. You are all welcomed here upon my personal invitation I have texted in discreet to the hardworking staff to make this a thing. Our world is in peace for centuries, not one nation dared to threaten dominance. We have been enjoying our peace and maintaining diplomatic truce with other countries since my departure to meet the leaders of commemoration. It is a long day personally for me and my cabinet members, but I still have the energy to continue my duties to serve you the people of Starrup regime..." His eyes glance at Keira sitting with her parents, uncle, aunt, grandparents, her older sister, and a laid back working-dog watching him speak. His sight observing that young girl who he has signed her diary writing her moments with a green marker as he clears his throat and continues his speech after a brief pause... "It is an honor that I and the Star Regime heroes are here and back from Westonglappa to enjoy early morning lunch with you all. Thank you and please yourselves to as much food and water as desired. If you have any thoughts, you are welcomed to come to me and my associates. This statement is adjourned."

The people applaud as Starbeam joins with his party sitting next to Starley and Starrastorm. The starguards gather food and juice to their table, they began to dine in. Starbeam watches the people helping themselves with a plate of food and sitting down to eat with water bottles or juice. Ten thousand people make their way to meet Starbeam for multiple inquiries. He responds to each of their needs such as providing autographs, answering common questions, having drink toast, getting in each individuals' photos, and so on. Starley as well the commanders were caught involved interacting with the people. The feast lasted three hours long, during that time at the food court, after spending time with various people; Starbeam and Starley both personally head over to Keira's table to meet with her family. The dog remained at ease eating meat on his big dog bowl. The family looks up at the couple...

"You, that man from the hallway in the terminal! You were the one that my daughter has accidentally crossed path with you on your way. We sincerely apologize for the trouble earlier, my daughter has zero intention nor the discipline to stay behind the line." The father spoke.

"It is alright, no need to apologize."

"Keira was really anxious to meet you in person, now what's more of an honor is you are here right in front of our eyes," the mom said.

"Yes, that is right. Starbeam right here next to me, my lovey-dovey boyfriend! What a wonderful bliss to be around him as he leads the Star Regime," Starley romanticized, sighing happily resting her head on his shoulder.

Starbeam clears his throat, "Ahem, easy now. I prefer not to be loved in public in front of many eyes."

"Sorry love." Starley felt a bit embarrassed, her face flushed red.

"It is Starbeam, mommy, daddy, grandpa, grandma, uncle, aunt, sis! It is him and his girlfriend," Keira shouted out in excitement.

Starbeam looks at the news covering the moment. "I hope you enjoy your gifted diary, Keira. I certainly have to get going now, I have work to do."

"Mister Starbeam sir, if you don't mind one personal request." The father said.

Starbeam whose back is turned turns his head to hear out what he has to say.

"I would like to invite you to our house. You and your girlfriend are welcome around late afternoon."

"Sounds exceptional, I shall add that to my agenda," Starbeam replied. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

Starbeam and his group later make their way out of the international airport to the green limousine waiting for them. Taking them back home to the fortress headquarter in Termal. Where then everyone takes matter in their own agendas and part ways upon arrival inside the HQ.

Starbeam passing by elites, soldiers, and staff members greeting them all and waving out to them as he makes his way to his office. He casually passes by Starkirk, Starbrew, Stargrace, and Starforce who all are helping the custodians clean the hallway to three wings in detail. He opens the door and enters his office to be greeted with paperwork and reports on his desk. He goes behind glancing around his workspace to the calendar, checking the date before pulling out his mobile phone popping up the contact list to his lover Starley.

Late afternoon at Keira's parent home, the camera shifting to Starley's parked car on the side as they have arrived. Inside the house at the dining table near the kitchen and living, the couples and the family gathering for lunch and wine. Starbeam maintaining his straight emotionless stern expression while Starley looking glee pigging out to the food provided...

"Wow! That is good chicken noodle soup you made, Mrs.Severin. I love the onions you add on to it, gives it more of a slight taste of ecstatic on my tastebud," Starley complimented.

Mrs.Severin chuckles in delight, "I am glad you enjoyed it, my husband and I made it together. Of course, my brother and sister contributed some way into making this soup."

"Even this wine tastes so good! Freshly fermented from grape and mixed with strawberries along with a potent corky and gritty tastes to it."

"How wine normally supposes to taste strong and bland, Starley. Don't get too carried away in guzzling it down too quick," Starbeam adds.

Starley frowns childishly glaring over to her lover and purposely drinks down the wine.

The mom and dad laughs enjoying their time. "We are pleased thus honored to have you both here at our house. Rare factor indeed, not very many residents would ever imagine to witness an official from the regime's government indoors at the comfort of their own home," Mr.Severin said.

Starbeam currently drinking his wine to halfway setting it down before making a response, "I can't really comprehend that statement. I am a very busy man, I have very little time for fun and games outside of my duty."

"Oh please, baby, you are the leader! The leader of your entire country nation! You have a maximum power of infinity to do whatever you like!" Starley abruptly yelled out, intercepting the conversation.

Starbeam eyes Starley holding his patience firm not bother to reply immediately. She leans back and folds her arms in coyish defiance. The mom of Keira laughs as Keira giggles at Starley causing her to blush slightly. The aunt and uncle both smile while drinking their wine, the dog too busy eating soup on his large dog bowl near Keira. The older sister too busy on her cell phone.

"Is that true what the pretty girl says, Mister Starbeam?" Keira asked, smiling. "YOu can do whatever you want?"

"Now now, Keira dear. Don't rub that question in a lot, it's not nice to pressure someone," Mrs.Keira politely disciplined.

"A leader can be obligated to put aside their duties to have personal moments, but however, it will be considered negligence to ignore the people's needs. Our country is currently at ease for centuries, wars kept far from home. With my solemn efforts, I have strengthened ties with several nations across the globe. My role as a supreme leader of the regime comes with a cost of responsibility or a cost lacking in respect from the people should I devolve from it," Starbeam answered, finishing up his wine.

Mr.Severin nods at his response, "Agreed. Point-taking, Mr. Starbeam. I can't blame you." He continues, "I have a job that I have to keep up with. I work about thirty-four times twelve out of fourteen days to sustain the maximum income to pay off my bills."

"Hahaha, I am able to work thirty-six hours of thirteen days with good overtime pay bonus," The uncle said.

"At least, you both have made beyond enough to keep this house," the aunt adds.

Starbeam and Starley continue to spend time with the Severin family until later evening. They went back to the fortress HQ two hours later.

It is evening as the sun begins to set casting its overcast throughout the green land, in Starrenflight Town at the Main Starren Outpost. Outside on the clear fields, five of the middle-aged drill sergeants training hundred of thousand of fresh faces through a series of hard courses to become qualified starmarines. The recruits went through a series of paperwork to typical gymnastic exercise to taking military tests up to this point. Dressed in battle uniform currently practicing marching formation and turn phases, inside the radio tower station the command hub, Starrastride overseeing the trained pilots from the reinforced mirrors heading out to their green fighter jet for real-life flight run training as instructed by him to the young female drill sergeant in charge of training new aerial recruits...

"How are the fresh faces coming along in their progress?"

"By far, a hundred are lacking in stamina and endurance, five were reported to have passed out from early morning heat exhaustion, and twenty-eight sustained minor injuries from running through the obstacle course." One of the operators informed.

"Twelve of the fighter pilots that have passed the exam and went through aviation are now boarded in their jets, ready for take-off for the actual flight training exercise," A second operator informed.

"Send my new regards to the drill sergeants to have the recruits call it a day, that's enough of consistent exercise for them. Double-check the fighters for any technical malfunction as well as safety measures of the aircraft to the pilots," Starrastride called.

"Yes, sir."

Observing the operators, seeing them programming on the computer system to scan through each of the aircraft for problems. After a brief moment, the computer reports show no problems and all pilots are fastened securely. One of the operators delivering a statement over by radio to the drill sergeants to relieve the recruits of training...

"Commander, the pilots are clear and are a go."

"Then so, they are ready to ignite the engine and begin to take off into flight, keep track of them so they don't get too lost from the continent."

"Yes, sir."

The pilots once informed began to advance through the runway and take off into the air flying away beginning their flight training procedure.

Standing at a work desk in front, he received a documented notice from Starbeam that he will be attending a formal dinner ball with other foreign leaders at nighttime, twenty-eight hundred hours. Given the location at Heron Caf�maria in Havenjade, Auttumotto. Given to him in the last forty minutes from a military courier, browsing the document, he reads that he is invited along with a few others he personally selected to come along. Starrastride wonders have Starbeam knew about the event since coming back to Starrup and kept his thoughts to himself? The commander gathers his necessary reports putting them in his bag...

"Operators, I have to inform you that I will have to take my leave early. The Xtreme Vice Colonel has my attention on something else. keep close eyes on the pilots and ensure their safe return and then report to me of their progress," Starrastride affirmed.

"Understood."

Termal, at the Star Regime Fortress in the office. Starbeam sitting down reading multiple reports of historical successes between his country and other foreign lands. His expression of calmness and dormant staring at the documents gives away how relaxed and casual he is left alone. He breathes through his nose then exhales from his mouth, hard to not think too much of himself but rather his thoughts of his own country at peace. He looks with blank eyes around his own office: the walls painted green, memorial collections of badges, medals, trophies, and awards of colors from his political involvement contributions placed on tall green multi-layered shelves protected by glass cover. Camera close-up on photo memoirs of Starbeam spending romantic evenings with Starley at the park, beach, being at restaurants. Other photos showing the elite units posing for the camera behind the young leader as he casually smile with his hands to his side. Looking back at the reports, he reads Commander Starrapuff recruits two million new recruits to the military, effectively passes them into active starsoliders on duty within the next three days. He reads the next report that states three wild green everlasting crude oil erupting in the various middle of rural land, discovered by three young travelers. Environmentalists dispatched to establish convertable refineries to extract the green sludge pool. He reads a third report stating the World Stock Marketing Trade Enterprise of Stars increased its overall wealth growth by thirty folds more in an hour, expanding its storage capacity to hold more bonds and safety measures after multiple recent high-quality trade deals with foreign countries. After reading that report, Starbeam began having past flashbacks of foreign meetings, foreign trade exchange, and combat involvement in the last centuries.

Starley knocks on the door five times in fast seconds pace but opens the door barging inside the office just as Starbeam continues to read through the reports. She feels cheerful and bliss upon gazing into her long-time lover's beautiful green innocent eyes. The ruckus did not hinder the young man despite his attention shifted to the girl for a second before going back to reading...

"Starbeam! Starbeam! Come on, baby! Give it a break, will ya?"

Starley moves to the front of the desk and slams her hands down on the green smooth desk. Her face tense with a frown look... "Hey Starbeam, you there? Wake up! Stop reading those bunch of papers! It's about to get dark out there! Don't forget what you have told me after we went back to HQ from Keira's parents' house about the formal dinner ball party!" She reminded him.

Starbeam making eye contact in response to the beloved cheery girlfriend of his remains quiet and serious. Shooting out stern confident stature as he straightens up all the paperwork and files clearing up his desk neat and clean. he stands up turning around to view the large window behind him seeing the sun setting towards the early young nighttime sky and the gigaopolis downtown of Termal. The dazzling busy streets of ever-paradise to be in where the success of entrepreneurship is almost guaranteed...

"Ugh, sheesh. You are as quiet as ever. Always giving people those straight neutral look, when will you ever loosen up and express happiness for once!?" Starley asked, impatiently.

"Once, all your burning fire of impatience leaves the inside of your body. A figure of speech, take no offense to it, Starley. I am like this, since being left in solitude through childhood. Even silent and emotionless, inside of me I am green pure as mother nature. Most of those people out there working that remain patience will get through the day with little complications," Starbeam replied, pointing out the green textures of the lit-up city buildings, the easy flow of traffic, and construction crewmen doing utility work from the office window.

"Hmph, you got balls to talk."

"Heh, but you still have feelings for me. Your loyalty is still there both for me and for the regime."

Starley blushes, placing her hands over her bosom reacting to his words that hit her thoughts deep. "Y-you are right. I love you for you, Starbeam. I remembered how you saved me many times from sexual harassment to being kidnapped by a bunch of filthy perverts back then. I can't stop thanking you much time, but instead, my actions thank you- giving my heart to you for life."

"Mhm, yes. I prefer not to dive too much into your past memories about that, but I will go ahead and wrap things up from here. I will head out of the base shortly, go on ahead and have your car outside by the time I leave the building," Starbeam responded, turning his head slightly around with a soft smile.

Starley blushes hard and smiles with a tear dripping down her left cheek. "Yes, of course, my love."

Within the fortress, in a spacious lounge room; the four elites resting on the comfy couches, drinking warm green tea. Starkirk hanging out with Starbrew, Stargrace, and Starforce all sigh in relief from the exhaustion of tidying up the tedious branching hallway to command hubs and restrooms...

"What a day of chores for the HQ, I can't believe Starsurge has us all polish a quarter of the base," Starbrew complained.

"From this hallway to that hallway to the north. Polish the lockers, tidy up the cafeteria to another. It took like ten hours of straight thorough cleaning," Starforce adds.

"Starcraft made it worse when he requested for us to clean his space ship and his room," Starkirk said.

"Enough of the sassy complains, there aren't any urgent tasks from the military to give us an assignment- not even from X Vice Colonel himself. There has not been any situation lately that calls for action, yet we never been at peace for long periods of time," Stargrace mentioned.

"You are right, Stargrace. There is nothing else to do but provide cleaning maintenance of this threshold. We are getting paid too great, Starbeam wouldn't like to see any form of laziness if he is paying us more than a hundred grand." Starbrew takes his sip of tea then breathes in the air before exhaling out into a deep sigh.

"Speaking about the military, I heard from Commander Starradale's statement from a conference with Start and Starconservation in regards to Commander Starrastride training his new recruits at the main outpost." Starforce brings up.

"That commander puts those new men on their brutal training regiment, but the good thing is the pilots made it through the flight exams and are now taking their real flying exercise inside live jets," Stargrace added.

"I hope the pilots come back alive and pass that one," Starkirk scoffs.

"Hey, have y'all watched the news lately?" Asked Starbrew.

"Local news here or international news?" Stargrace wondered.

"International news that has been going on for the last three weeks. I have been paying attention and I learned the Solar Regime is under fire by the Darkened Regime. To make matters worse, the Blackened Regime aided the Darkened Regime using some kind of weapon unseen by the naked eye that knocked the power lights out for life all over Sollarisca."

"Hmmm, sounds more of their business. Their own fight, their war, I don't think Starbeam will bother to intercept in their affairs," Starkirk shrugs.

"The Lunar Regime provided assistance, though that regime too met the same fate as the Solar. Two on two factions to the north-east. I feel sorry for those allies over there. The leader of Solar, Sunbeam went on a foreign meeting to visit the Echumetan Emperor Puubuut Bazamaar at Paladimee in Palace of Dalmirrus. Unfortunately, the Emperor got assassinated and the Darkened terrorist rise into power overtaking the city and the state. The leader of that threat identified as Darkwing claims he will declare war against the Solar Regime and will not stop until he conquers the entire continent. He will also declare war on anybody dare intervenes which he has crossed path with the Lunar Regime."

"Let me cut you off right there, Starbrew. I am certain that Darkwing as childish he is may likely seek for world conquest. That means eventually if he discovers our nation, how rich we are. That fiend will organize an invasion to seize all of Starrup's national asset dry!" Starforce exclaimed.

"He made himself well-known and no other allies but the Solar Regime and Lunar Regime both fought in self-defensively against two aggressive forces. I am concern that the Blackened Regime will strike that space weapon at us. First, the Darkened Regime murdered Emperor Puubuut Bazamaar and occupied Echumeta. Next, they declared war on the Solar Regime putting them into days of assault back-forth. For third, the Lunar Regime rush to aid the Solar able to buy some time, leading to the last that the Blackened Regime made its faction known to the world and has devastated all the infrastructure in both regions," Starbrew continued. "I am predicting that Darkwing will mobilize another assault on our turf if Blackwing's intelligence is perceptional."

"Thanks to Starwis, our own intel system are exceeding- we have very strong firewall, anti-viral on standby to roast that malware and illegal protocol that tries to infect the supercomputer. Our defense is armed to withstand any threats being thrown on us."

"About the Blackened Regime, I watched the disturbing news that they have claimed parts of the eastern borders. They have taken over Jollhovalhn, Ethoujan, Egretho, Refraora, Striajan, and possibly more than that. Blackwing dominated forty percent of the eastern borders while the rest of the continent fell under the Darkened Regime."

"Poor Eastoppola. Their military efforts have been doomed to the terrorists with super might. Many unbelievable tragedies have been committed by those thugs in maroon. So much bloodshed, their innocent cried of the civilians, I can imagine the vivid scenery of the inhumane massacre," Starforce said.

"I read on a media source about multiple death threats made from the Blackened Regime and in regards to the Blackened Regime news of racial brutalities, the enslavement of whites, and consistent revenge for mistreating blacks. That faction gone way far out of norms to reverse the slave traditions to the whites. Truly racist of them mixed with terrorism," Starbrew brings up.

"Over five hundred seventy-three billions of whites have been either slain or enslaved, slowly being worked to death without nourishment. That is what the Blackened Regime is more about among the blackmailing each individual's privacy through illegal hacking tricks. They genuinely commit so many trafficking and fraudulent behaviors within Eastoppola," Starkirk said.

"As now, that racist and corrupted bastards are cooperating with the Darkened Regime against the north-eastern faction. They have finished their racial conquest."

Stargrace yawned. "I don't watch too much news on what is going on with the other nations. But I heard that Starbeam has a hot date tonight at some sort of dinner ball today."

"Oh yeah, I heard coming from Commander Starradale that he was speaking to Commander Starrastride on the phone when I passed by one of the rooms when I was mopping the hall. Talking about a dinner meeting in Westonglappa somewhere, reciting that along with Starbeam will be Starley, Starrastride, Starrastream, and Starrastorm coming along to the party," Starkirk informed.

"Whoa whoa! That seems top secret. I doubt Starbeam does not want anybody to be aware of that knowledge, you are leaking out, Starkirk."

"Eventually, the media will leak it out to the public like the earlier when they show Starbeam coming from the international airport, giving that young girl his personal autograph on her diary all the way to hosting a public party with everyone in the airport," Starbrew alleged.

"I don't know, I feel not very confident to allow those statements out of hands. It is considered a political matter and not to be publically shared to anyone within this HQ," Starkirk replied.

"Better for the conversation, I going to head out now. Nice talking to you boys," Stargrace bids farewell and leaves the room.

"Hmph, I guess I will keep the statement to myself. I mind as well get going, it is getting dark. I have to cook dinner," Starbrew attested.

Starforce gets up and joins with Starbrew leaving the room before Starkirk.

Starbeam clocks out off duty leaving out from HQ and instead of a luxury green broad limousine, Starley's green hot-pinkish car parked behind the limo waiting for him in a trance dreamily stage... "Oh, Starbeam baby, there you are. Hop inside."

Once inside, Starbeam puts the vehicle in motion, driving out on to the streets. "Your house, right, baby?"

Starbeam silently nods.

After an hour long of drive taking the expressway, the two arrive at Starbeam's household. Both heads inside the house going to the bathroom. Starbeam immediately undresses as Starley stands there gawking at him in a trance as he removes his shirt. Rather would make some men uncomfortable being seen being disrobed naked, it did not bother him as he strips off his pants and footwear...

"Ohh Starbeam... You look dreamy without your clothes on," Starley complimented dreamily.

"Thank you," Starbeam uttered, sliding the shower door to turn on the shower faucet to warm. "Instead of staring at my nude form, you should get find your wardrobe for this occasion." He steps inside the shower and begins washing. Starley shakes her head snapping back to reality...

"Uhh yes, sorry."

As Starbeam lathers his body and shampoos his hair, Starley goes to the changing closest, behind the privacy curtain she begins to undress. Off her shirt, bra, pants, and footwear. She let loose her hair down hanging... "Starbeam, you don't mind if I come inside and shower with you?" She coos. "I want to apply soap on your back really bad, rub it lower down, you don't mind, baby?"

Starbeam simply ignores her begging statement and shuts the faucet off finishing his shower. As he exits, Starley comes out of the closest naked and tries to flatter him with her bust beautiful shapely body. However, Starbeam remains in a fixed stern serious look as he grabs a towel hanging on the green metal bar near the shower and dries his wet green air well before drying the rest of his body then tossing the used wet swamp green towel in the lime-green bin...

"You like my body, baby?" Starley continues to charm her lover.

"Enough with the mesmerizing and get in the shower. I don't want to be late for the dinner ball."

"Oh, straight-forward to the point as always." She frowns and flushes red. She walks up to him to give him an intimate hug as Starbeam paused there not saying or doing anything. Starley heads in and turns on the shower faucet to take her shower in the steamy heat. The fanservice view of the green-pinkish hair girl swaying around shrouded by the hot steam giving off the sexually stimulating vibe, shampooing her long hair and lathering her curvy slim body. Starley showers as she paints a perverted flirtatious smile and blushes thinking about Starbeam the most more than anything while Starbeam gets dressed in a green professional tuxedo with a long formal green-brown plaid colored tie, well-polished dressed shoes, and green gloves. Combing and styling his hair to match the looks of young hot handsome teen pornstar men. He finishes getting dressed up for the event going outside the bathroom to the bedroom to wait on her girlfriend as Starley finishes her shower, turning off the faucet and heading out grabbing her hot pink towel to dry herself well before throwing it in the used bin. She goes into the closest and gets dressed up wearing on a blend mixed color of dark-green and hot pink formal dress that covers her upper body well, then pants up to her ankles. She goes back out looking at herself in the mirror applying on green lip gloss, brushing her hair, painting her fingers, and toenails in green-hot pink pattern. She ties her hair up in a neat ponytail and slips on a pair of green long gloves before slipping on high-heel shoes. Finished, she meets her crush out in the bedroom and stands in front of him to be judged by him... "How do I look, hunny-bun?"

"About the same as usual in events. Not too surprising."

His statement makes Starley flusters up red on the inside that her face turns red from annoyance. "Why can't you be very sweethearted and compliment me?"

"You are beautiful if that is not enough. It doesn't matter what you wear and how you dress, you are as gorgeous as you are." He stretches his arms back and pops his back muscle. "With respect, Starley, don't get too carried away at the ball and cause any trouble. My reputation as a representing leader of the Star Regime matters."

"Hmph, you are the one to talk." She then smiles, "But thank you, baby, for complimenting my dazzling appearance."

Starbeam and Starley both left the house into the car taking off to the party.

Upon nightfall somewhere in the air mid-flight during the flight training, two of the green fighter jets flying over the area above Sollarisca. Looking down, the pilots saw varying explosions, large flames, wide long collateral damage indicated with multiple crater marks in varying depths. Sighting of unidentified naval ships by the silhouette basking in the darkest hour of the night as some fires barrage of missiles and cannons at the orange continent. The curious pilots browse over the scene observing the small illuminating light from firing multiple barrages of missile, cannons, and gunfire striking the eastern seaboard of the region. Sighting on the large fleet of the color of maroon- a mixture of dark-red and black giving a demonizing texture and the symbolic icon of darkness shown on the armor plating- a circle with impending tentacles stretches out as to engulf everything into its abyssal depth...

"Echo-two-zero-one Aerohawk what is your status? Come in" One of the pilots on the receiving end communicates through the radio.

"So far good, on my end. Flying over the middle region, nothing but waters."

"Flying safe over the clouds high above the southern region, my radars are picking up activities upon entering the northern region going due west."

"Even this is a life-experiencing flight training exercise, do be caution out there and stay sharp."

"Copy that, Alphapilot."

"To all training pilots, this is Cameobird flying with Draugfeather over the northern region. I sighted multiple readings on my radar that indicates large armada fleet on the eastern seas. They are aggressively open firing on the massive land."

"I confirmed that I can barely make out through this night of day from looking down high above the waters. From high altitude through the clouds I witness massive shadowy figures floating on seas, many of them unleashing arrays of heavy weapons onto the land. I saw tiny resistance coming from the land near the coastline."

"Copy that, Cameobird and Draugfeather. The fighter should have an automatic recording system to capture all the footage happening down there. Be careful when hovering over the contested area."

"Roger that, Alphapilot."

"This is Echo-two-zero-one Aerohawk reporting, I am flying up north from the west side region, I sighted too many readings coming from the bodies of the ocean, obviously naval ships, but I also sighted readings of aerial units around mid-altitude level. Very hostile, caution is advised."

"Whatever you do, do not engage in suspecting hostile enemies. I repeat, DO NOT ENGAGE ON SUSPECTING HOSTILE ENEMIES!"

"Copy copy, I hear you loud and clear, over."

By sea on one of the active firing naval cruisers, the sailor troops sighted two aerial reading signatures on the radar... "Sir, I suddenly received odd readings of aerial units flying high above the sky at an altitude of three hundred sixty meters high." The senior admiral bearing the maroon attire with the badges and an armband showing the symbolic icon of the circle of tentacles extending outward takes a look at the sonar seeing two jet-like thermal figures advancing towards them... "Take them out, there's no way the Solar Regime nor the Lunar Regime would be able to get aerial units in the sky. Take them out immediately, don't let them land any attacks on the fleet. I will report this to Lord Darkwing and the officials!" "Yes sir." The cruiser shifts its anti-air missiles, autocannons, and flak artilleries in the air where the green jets are flying about. Once directed the ship began to fire loads in the air filling the sky with explosives and illumination of fire. Two more cruisers and a battleship join in the firefight.

The two pilots felt sudden pressure and realized they are taking hits from the sea, quickly adjusting their altitude while dodging incoming anti-air attacks...

"What the, we are being provoked, code red code red!"

"Copy that, I am also taking enemy fire as well inspecting the southern region. It's coming from the naval fleet on seas!"

"Draugfeather here, sustaining damage but the bird can hold its wings. Too much turbulence and pressure from enemy fire!"

"Alphapilot here, I am also taking enemy fire. This must be anti-air attacks from the ships."

"This is Thunderflight here to any pilots taking provoked enemy anti-air fire, immediately evacuate the hostile area and return back to base at once!"

"Roger that Thunderflight, over and out."

"Echo-two-zero-one Aerohawk reporting, I made it clear, do NOT engage or provoke the impending enemy by seas. Get out of the area and return back to base!"

"Copy that, Echo-two-zero-one Aerohawk."

Inside the main control tower during nighttime at the Main Starren Outpost in Starrenflight Town, the operators sending out repeated messages to the twelve pilots on orders to return back to the outpost and avoid direct contact with enemies encountered... "Once again, do not engage with the enemy, evacuate the area and return back to base."

Being targeted and under heavy fire, two of the green jets speed up igniting the flight turbo boost and flies around, spinning through and performing feats of maneuver to avoid taking hits. With high speed and fast-reflexes of the skilled built aircraft, the two pilots able to avoid critical damage and no scratches on its armor plating...

"Whew, we are fast enough for them."

"Yeah, thanks to thick armor of this jet being made out of emerald and jade infused with layers of steel to withstand harsh blows from enemy naval anti-air attacks."

"Alphapilot reporting, I have successfully managed to escape enemy anti-air fire, now en route to return back to base, over and out."

"Copy that, the rest of you make haste and get back to base as soon as possible."

Two of the jets activate optical cloaking camouflage and warps twelve meters away from the threat. Flying back to the outpost at high-speed velocity, the remaining green fighters flies back to the outpost. Back overseas, on one of the maroon naval cruisers that stopped firing after losing contact with the unidentified aerial units. The sailors clenched their fists in anger... Dammit, lost them!" "I have reported it to Lord Darkwing and to Chancellor-Chief Darkhitler of this matter." "Right, we will continue to direct fire on the mainland."

Around the time later in Havenjade, Auttumotto of Westonglappa at the Heron Caf�maria restaurant, twenty-eight hundred hours. Upon arrival from the airport a few hours ago, a fancy VIP vehicle parked at the curbside as the valet employee opened the door for Starbeam and Starley, offering to park the car for them free of charge. Same moment, Starrastream, Starrastride, Starrastorm along with five starmarines in their formal attire arrive joining along together with them as they make way into the building front door. Outside, they meet thirty to twenty-three faces as they reach the entrance to the restaurant, greeting them formally. Starbeam glancing around sighting crowd of high assembly government officials in their best formal attire, some going in, many looking and stirring up social commotions of the Star Regime as the press media and some snapshooters take multiple photos and videos of their arrival. Two of the men holding the door wide open allowing entry welcoming the guests. Going inside, making their way to the main area with all the set tables arrangement made. Taking a seat at a table, the top-notch boss leaders arrive in forty-five minutes with the press snapping shots of them as they sit with them. Greeting exchange, formal handshake; the representing leaders smile and flatter the Star Regime leader in many honorable compliments of his political duties, sort of bothering Starley and leaving the three regime commanders to watch their supreme green leader taking all the praises with a silent straight look. Starbeam examines each of the high leaders, one of them representing from Gemmannia, another from Velocispido, the third Imtropless, fourth Imericaprica, fifth Positive nazi, sixth Petitical, seventh Semitary, and eighth SEMI.

Soon the house is packed with government officials. Buckets of ice and champaign of the finest brand being served along with few top brand wines. Filled with chatterboxes, most of the commotion is about the Star Regime...

"Look, it's the Star Regime leader, Xtreme Vice Colonel Starbeam Charmley. The man of richest pride, here at the restaurant."

"More like the king of wealth who produces stray money and builds the economy from scratch."

"A very well resourceful person indeed he is."

In the next two hours, the restaurant host arrives up on the stage to the podium to start the meeting, greeting everyone welcoming them, thanking the staff. Talks about past memories of mutualism between countries... "Greetings everyone, thank you all for coming here to this day, I like to welcome you all to Havenjade's Heron Caf�maria, the finest quality restaurant in Auttumotto of Westonglappa. I personally thank the staffs- the waiters the waitress, the valet, the doormen out there, the bartenders, and of course the city voluntarily providing security. I thank you all for the service. Now, let's kick off this dinner ball by with a loud applaud." Everyone claps and cheers for a minute before the host resumes his speech... "Before the food is being served out to the table while you all are enjoying the wine, I will start off by representing the leaders sitting over there at that table." The young gentleman in his early thirties gestures out to where Starbeam, Starley, Starrastream, Starrastride, Starrastorm, and the foreign leaders are sitting- letting out a loud volume of hand-clapping and cheer of respect. The host states out Starbeam and his girlfriend Starley to the three commanders to the foreign leaders. He then addresses out any officials and leaders to come up to the stage and express their thoughts freely. Few government officials take holds over the podium as they address multiple points taking as short as almost an hour to as long as almost three hours and forty-seven minutes. Each finished with applaud. Moving to top leaders letting them have a say ranges to fairly a lengthy long duration before Starbeam can take his moment to address to the house. Stronger applaud echoes the building as even some outsiders can hear it as the guests pay more attention to what Starbeam has to say...

"Good night evening, ladies and gentlemen of all representing countries across Titanumas. It is a pleasure being here in Westonglappa. You all look great, Starley over there looks splendid in that fine dress- lots of effort put into it I see..." A few gentlemen shoot out loud perverted wolf whistles and utter out "Whooooo yeah" at Starley as she blushes slightly with a nervous smile. Starbeam continues nonetheless not bothered by what others remark about his girlfriend... "My top commanders, Starrastride, Starrastorm, and Starrastream all have done well over the past course of the century providing their best security on the front lines during the pro-longed war. They deserved the gratitude of thanks. Recalling my memories, I have reached out to provide a multitude of assistance; I helped fund the relief program for the west many decades ago, sent troops over to Maylin, donated billions of chromebytes to Gemany and Petitical helping achieve their war goals, assisted the Positive nazi Forces quelling oppression in the middle west. Open up international trade unions between us as well strengthening ties between the north, the south, the west, and the east. The Star Regime will continue to help out when necessary and contribute to by means of defusing any circumstances, but however truthfully I prefer to remain at ease and solve my problems within Starrup, little to get involved in outside affairs. Sorry that has to be said, each country has its own inner conflicts ought to be resolved and resoluted to the extent of the law. Of my own knowledge, Westonglappa is a safe place by far and has been indeed. Small crime rate percentage reported, not too much air pollution, a stable economy, and robust resources. It was my help that I structured it to prosper towards greatness. We the people together as a whole will rise up to do what is right and to defend what I call paradise and freedom. Money is not everything to be of resolution, but often a word of excuses and tool of usage in many matters personally, nationally, internationally, and corruptedly. It must be used responsibly. That is all I have to say, once more I am pleased to be here and meeting each of you all. I thank the host for his hard-working efforts to make this happen, I thank the leaders for their thoughts, and I appreciate your patience. Now, let us move on to the grand meal we are about to receive and enjoy our time in collaboration."

The crowd erupted in applaud as Starbeam steps down to rejoin his group being more complimented by the foreign leaders. By then food is being served dish by dish from appetizers to the main course as another staff quickly set up a large feast-style banquet. Buckets of ice and more alcohol being refilled and serviced. Working around the clock to meet the needs of guests. Over time as guests relaxed and communicate; eating up their fill and drinking to their heart's content; Starbeam paying attention to the large screen tv of international breaking news taking place covering the Darkened Regime assault on the Solar Regime and possible speculation of a superweapon armed under the possession of the Blackened Regime. As he eats professionally with a fork and knife on a large piece of meat and formally studying the situation through the tv screen, Starrastride looks at the young leader and glances at the television overseeing what seems the naval fleet attacking the land, now the shadow-looking ship attacking the news helicopter as it is surveying the area.

Starley glances at both Starrastorm and Starrastream having a formal discussion with the foreign leaders as they drink and eat then at her lover in curiosity, she turns her head to view what he is watching. Seeing the news helicopter closing over the naval supremacy bask in darkness as varying explosions rocked the sea and land taking direct hits as it flies desperately out of range of fire. The news states the enemy's anti-air attacks coming from the naval fleet of the Darkened Regime. They further state about a continuously heated war surging throughout the orange mainland to the blue mainland south, deforming the landscape at excruciating level. Reporting about Darkwing declaration of war and striking fear to any nation who dare opposes him since the occupation of Echumeta and the rest of Eastoppola. They mentioned about the Blackened Regime's racial conquest on erasing all the white populace and their aid alongside the Darkened Regime...

"What is going on there on live tv?" Starley thinks to herself.

Starbeam mentally feels his inner emotions boil a bit seeing conflict arises on live television broadcast. His gloved hands tighten on the silver as he stabs the knife into the flesh of meat and the fork on the salad greens...

"Looks like this could possibly spark uproar, Xtreme Vice Colonel." Starrastride leans over to him and whispers.

"Mhm..." Starbeam softly utters with a slow nod.

With eight wide television around the restaurant, three on various news outlet with the rest on sports, four more television placed at the bar all on news showing the live event- three-fourth of the guests glancing over the news spurs new statement over what is going on there, two-thirds of the guests are fully immersed on the news as they eat slash drink, the majority barely paying attention and rather have a good time at the restaurant. The media press capturing every moment of the scene, getting screen moments of Starbeam and the foreign leaders on live footage for the newspaper and the public internet.

"People are already mentioning the situation, the Darkened Regime assaulting the bodies of land of Sollarisca. Glimpse of massive power outage in cities, not one sign of light, explosions and thudding noises. This could be troubling on our part, Xtreme Vice Colonel." Said Starrastride.

Starbeam did not bother to say a thing as he watches the news.

Starley recalls Sollarisca owned under Sunbeam and her memories flares in flashbacks of making love to him since he was being trained as a soldier under Starbeam back in Polonodo a few years back. She gritted her teeth, her eyes tighten upon watching the news unfolds as the naval cruisers manage to take out three news helicopters off the scene, stirring up more suspense for the viewers. "Sunbeam... I hope you are doing okay over there. Don't get caught into the darkness."

After the dinner party, Starbeam and his party arriving home in Starrup, having the thought of the situation seen on the news in their mind. Starbeam arriving at home and heading off to sleep along with Starley trying to cuddle up to him.

Meantime, at the main outpost in Termal. Starrastride arrives at the command hub as the drill sergeant comes in to report from the flight test pilot's results. Telling him that several have been targeted by the Darkened Regime's naval fleet along with Solar Regime being under fire. Their report also finds there is no trace of light on the land coming from both the north and the south, nothing but much destruction. The commander's hunch is right on what he has seen on television. Starrastride nods and concludes the discussions, tells the sergeant to get some sleep. He then heads out to central intel upon sending regards thereof international concerns.

To be continued...