by Aflima, ID: 10898
"You're still weirded out, huh?" asked Aflima as he put a reassuring hand on Rosa's shoulder.
The younger woman shook her head slowly then looked at her friend. "It's not right. Something is not right, and you don't have to be a precog or have a sixth sense to feel trouble strongly brewing."
Aflima nodded, fully understanding. The World Corps' increased activity and rise to prominence was a massive concern and despite encountering a more bumbling set of soldiers in his previous encounter, he knew full well that this faction was strong and seemingly had friends in high places - the kind of places that could hold hundreds of thousands as hostage at a moment's notice. A more fine-toothed campaign than Aflima could envision, was the needed course of action and the team that he was in was in full agreement. So BADGE and Director Nova were given the thumbs-up when the League Wars tournament off-planet was scheduled.
It was a bit of a scramble at the end to register as some initial, well-laid out plans fell apart late in the process, but his crew was there. They weren't as stoked for friendly battles as in previous tournaments and their first contest, versus one of the Avengers and A51 coalition alliances, had zero thrills or surprises. When Aflima pointed out to Tri-blade that the roster setup wasn't ideal for competitive encounters, his good friend could only shrug and mention that they had to make do with the limited resources, so not to sweat it.
Plus, as suggested, the lack of intensity meant that they had more time to keep track on the situation on-planet.
Rosa left the locker room to take her turn in the arena, the battle with allied group 5th Precinct Guardians (Aflima tried calling them "O.G.s" once but it didn't really roll off the tongue) being relatively subdued thus far. For the moment, Aflima was alone.
He walked behind a set of lockers and opened his communicator device. Their ally, a blue-skinned man named 'Burning Daylight', had provided added configuration to allow for communications at a frequency outside of the usual known BADGE-monitored channels, just in case there was another attempted infiltration of BADGE. Even in orbit, BADGE wasn't invulnerable to threats from outside... or within.
"Hey, speedy," said Aflima softly.
"Ha, finally you admit someone's faster than you!" said an exuberant voice.
"Only on the ground, little buddy. Any new news from the Philippines?"
The voice responded, "There's nothing here that you're not already aware of. Since returning from Onnatangu, government here appears to be in lockstep with the World Corps demands. I just listened in to another U.N. call. BADGE isn't making any headway, in fact World Corps seems to be getting stronger in influence by the day."
Aflima frowned. "Okay. Keep out of sight, you're our trump card if anything gets really crazy."
"Hm, I thought Chase would be your trump card," came a laugh.
"Hey, I got a woman!"
"Forgot. Haven't been in this realm long enough."
"Yeah yeah. Be safe though. One of us will check in after the round's over."
"You got it. Over and out."
Aflima stretched his neck, swung his arms around and made his own way to the arena.
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