Hwang gave me a color one of just Dax but I can't seem to find it. It's called the Spark Magnifier
sounds cool
debut scene for the host
“It’s July 28, 2025 and today is the official anniversary of the United Nations Defense Force,” A cheerful news reporter said on the television screen. “Five years ago today the major nations of the world pulled their resources to battle strange, otherworldly creatures they couldn’t fight on their own. The man who was one of the main people responsible for getting this joint venture together, Harold Richardson, had this to say about the anniversary.”
The imaged changed to man in his sixties standing behind a podium. He was flanked on either side by men and women in black uniforms with red shoulders and stripes down their arms and legs, with red piping around the pockets. “Today is a very special occasion. Today marks the day the world realized it needed to pull together to get things done. The UNDF,” he gestured to the people beside him, “is proof of that. My only hope that after the threat has been neutralized the world will continue to realize that…”
“Turn that **** off,” a man with his long brown hair tied back in a ponytail demanded. Hands covered in grease he worked on the old car engine in front of him One of the other people in the garage did want he wanted, but only turned down the sound.
“What’s the matter little bro?”, a man with a mustache and short brown hair smirked. “Don’t want to be reminded about how you washed out of the program?” He knew what his older brother was trying to do and wasn’t going to play along, at least not today any way.
“Ken didn’t wash out Jeff,” one of the other ended up saying. ”He was medically disqualified.”
“It only means the loser didn’t have the stomach for it.” Jeff walked over and leaned on the side just looking for a reaction. “Ain’t that right? How many time did they make you clean up that flight simulator”
“At least I tried and not just talked about it,” he said not looking at him. And mentally kicking himself for taking the bait.
Jeff’s nostrils flared a little, “all that did was proved you’re nothing but a grease jockey, just like the rest of us. And that’s all you are ever going to be.”
“That grease monkey as you put it,” their boss said coming into the room, “is one of the main reasons why most of you still have a job. Ken’s the only one who really seems to understand those new engines they’re coming out with.”
“An engine’s a engine,” Jeff waved it off. “They all work the same way.”
“Well they do after I fix your mistakes,” Ken smirked.
“Watch it little bro, one of these days your mouth is going to cut a check your ass can’t cash”
“I’ve heard it all before Jeff,” Ken said getting a rag to wipe off his hands. Jeff walked away when the boss made him. Under his breath Ken asked for the millionth time, “How am I related to that jackass again?”
“Don’t let him bother you man,” one of the others told him, “He’s just jealous of what you can do. And nothing says you can’t try out for them again, medication has come a long way in the past few years.”
“It wasn’t meant to be,” he said walking away from the car. “Besides, who really wants to be up there any way?” A moment later an alert was heard in the background. Everybody rushed to the window while somebody turned the volume back up on the television. Before long two black jet with red highlights flew to the west. A wistful look on his face Ken mumbled, “Yeah who really wants to be up there?”
