The Luna Destiny

Hazel stepped inside the Sanctuary Labs, through the metal detectors that stood at the front door and into the large atrium.

"Greetings Miss Luna, we weren't expecting to see you so soon, I hope your mission was a success!" The receptionist smiled. Hazel looked at them and nodded.

"Yeah" She said flatly before walking ahead, the receptionist raised an eyebrow and quietly sent a message to Celeste. Hazel looked at the interactive map, and looked frustrated as several areas were classified.

"Please flash your comms device to access these areas" The interactive map said cheerfully, as Hazel slammed her hand on the side of the console.

"Ma'am, please refrain from hitting the console..." The receptionist sighed, Hazel turned around and frowned.

"Who do you think you are? Telling me what to do?" Hazel grunted.

"Well, you're obviously not Roisin" The receptionist shrugged, Hazel's eyes widened for a moment, before turning angry.

"How do you figure?" Hazel shrugged, trying to play it off.

"One, Roisin is currently away on a long haul mission. Two, you don't have her comms device. Three, you're a rude asshole, and she's not" The receptionist smiled.

"Not very professional" Hazel shrugged.

"Roisin, what are you doing here?" Celeste's voice called out from across the atrium. Hazel turned to look across the floor at Celeste. Hazel growled as she summoned the Celestial Blades above her.

"Well then..." Celeste sighed.

"Tell me where this teleporter is, and I will let you live" Hazel shrugged as she walked closer to Celeste.

"Over my dead body" Celeste shrugged.

"Okay then" Hazel shrugged as she raised her hand and pointed at Celeste, within a split second the blades flew at Celeste, pinning her against the wall as several swords pierced her flesh. Hazel sighed as she walked closer. "I'll ask again, where is the teleportation room" Hazel frowned.

"Fuck... you" Celeste gasped, as she spat blood at Hazel, the rest of the atrium emptied out as people fled.

"Why do you resist? I am your saviour..." Hazel frowned.

"You're not Roisin" Celeste coughed. "You never will be... you're not fit to even be in the same room as her" She struggled, before falling to the floor as the blades disappeared. Hazel shook her head as she looked down at Celeste.

"Such a waste of life, and for what? I'm going to find the teleportation room one way or another" Hazel shrugged as she turned around. Before she could react, she went flying across the room, unconscious as Wes' Celestial Fist hit her jaw.

Wes ran across to Hazel and cuffed her with Celestial Suppressant Handcuffs, as Anya checked on Celeste. Within seconds a rapid response medical team arrived in the atrium, as Wes took Hazel to the cells.

Celeste looked at Anya as she was being lifted onto a stretcher, she touched Anya's cheek with her hand, and weakly smiled, tears ran down Anya's face as she watched Celeste being carried away.

Down in the cells, Wes threw Hazel into one of the highest security rooms and turned on the energy field. He watched and waited as Hazel slowly came to, and looked him in the eyes.

"I'll kill you" Hazel grinned.

"Who are you?" Wes asked.

"I'm Roisin" Hazel shrugged.

"No, you're not" Wes shook his head.

"Okay then" Hazel shrugged.

"From the medical probes located in this room, it appears that your cell structure is, at most five months old. To add onto that, the DNA appears to be from when Roisin was slightly younger" Wes explained. "So I will ask again, who are you?" He sighed.

Hazel frowned and looked away.

"If I had to guess, you're someone from Crystech, who was loyal to either Pyre or Fyre" Wes shrugged. "I don't much care which one" He added.

"You should" Hazel said quietly.

"We have bigger fish to fry. So you're gonna stay down here, like a good trooper, while we work on saving this star" Wes smiled.

"I'm the one who will save this star" Hazel replied.

"No, you aren't" Wes shrugged, as he turned on the high security turrets outside the cell. "You never were" He shrugged, as he headed down the hallway toward the medical ward.