Hostile Takeover (BlisteredBlood & Alexandria94)

"All war is deception."
-Sun Tzu​

"Sir?" Asked one of Reagan Kharn's lieutenants, causing him to snap out of his brief moment of thought and glance over to him with a few blinks.

"Nothing, lieutenant. Continue your search." Reagan remarked as he looked over to him with a bit of a cross look in his eyes before he returned his focus back onto the main screen in front of him while he rested his cheek into his slightly clenched fist, tapping a finger beside the keyboard. He was so close to a breakthrough that would finally turn the tides of a war that had been waging for more than five years. For all of those five years, Reagan had put together what once was a ragtag group of people for a simple guerilla operation, but when word got out, people began to flock around him due to what many considered to be his rock-ribbed beliefs, his charismatic demanor and more importantly, his aggressiveness. Many have considered him to be some sort of demon that was resurrected from the pus-spewing, blood-gutted bowels of Hell itself, but so far, none have either stepped up to prove or disprove these claims. All they did know about him was that he was savagely violent when in close quarters, almost to the point where he was an artist with anything with a bladed edge - regular, serrated or otherwise - but that wasn't his only skillset. Some have also said that he could come back from any devastating injury almost as if nothing had happened to him, despite there being a horrendous amount of blood surrounding various wounds, save for one that nearly took an eye out from its socket. All that remained of it now was a rather visible scar that to this day remained there. No one knew how he got it, and no one had ever asked.

After some time, Reagan eventually stood up from his seat a short time later before looking out the window of his quarters, looking out into the vast void of space before him before leaning forward slightly and resting his forearm against the sill. All he needed was just one key file and he felt that one of the many Federations out there had it. He just needed to find that one, even if it meant he had to steal something - or someone - in order to accomplish his goal of world domination. Besides, he felt that a change of the guard was necessary in order to bring forth what he felt was no longer a world that was ruled by pure might alone. Instead, all he had found was nothing more than weak-willed politicians sending brainwashed civilians out to do their battles for them, depriving mothers of their sons, fathers from their families and so much more. No. He needed to bring the power back to the people and the people alone.

Reagan emitted a low growl of anger as he continued to stare out the window before he cocked a fist back and gave the wall beside it a mild smack then stepped back from it. No. He needed to remain collected as of this moment. He was closing in on what was needed now and he didn't have time to waste just thinking about this.

Morgan personally hated this war. It had been going on since she was thirteen and she just wanted it over with. Because of this she was never allowed to have any friends over because dear ol daddy thought they would steal their plans and what they had already fought for would be for nothing. But because of this no friends over rule, she never really had any friends, except the house maid, If you could call them friends. She listened when Morgan had troubles but she didn't really seem to care because the only thing she would ever do was nod. So Morgan was used to being ignored, used to listening to everyone from outside the box and learning everything from her own little bubble.

That was exactly what she was doing right now. Her father was talking about how to officially get rid of the opposing side in this war, she listened very intently, taking in every detail, simply because she had nothing else to do. It was a pretty decent plan, but she knew if things went smoothly, then a month from now the entire other side wouldn't even exist. Sighing, she got up from conference table that everyone was sitting around and went upstairs to her room.

She had already showered earlier that day and her hair had curled into the brown mass of curls that flowed nearly to her waist, Her bright blue eyes an odd contrast to her dark hair. She was pretty short at only 5'4 but that was plenty tall enough for her. Changing into sleep shorts and a tight fitted regular white t-shirt she sits on the window seal, wondering when and how the war will end. She stares out the window, at the troops coming home around her, she was of course very protected, but there was a press conference tomorrow, and worried about any upcoming attacks but she was assured by the maid, that didn't really care about anything, that everything would be okay. Eventually she gets up and crawls into the bed, easily falling in a deep slumber.

"Commander!" Someone interrupted Reagan's train of thought, causing him to suddenly jolt in place for a split second before glancing towards one of his other lieutenants that had now barged into the room.

"What is it now?!" He growled out to him before his hand clenched in slight anger.

"There's something on radar that you need to see! There's a ship that's recently come into range, but we need to know if this is the one you're looking for sir!" The leiutenant answered before looking towards the main bridge.

"I'll be there to verify in a minute." Reagan answered with a nod of his head before watching as his lieutenant hurried off, heading for the bridge and leaving Reagan to his thoughts once more. Could this be that one ship he had been looking for this whole time? He knew there was one Federation starship out there that had what he was looking for, but this felt to be too soon. But perhaps he could be wrong and it could be. The only thing he could do now as of this moment was to just put his game face on and get out there to command this vessel. Especially with all of his plans riding on this one moment.

As she was sleeping she was only disturbed by one small thing, her maid who came in at the ungodliest of times. She was shouting about something with the people on the other side of the war, but since Morgan could care less about it she just drifted back off into sleep.

She slept for a couple of hours and when she finally awoke it was nightfall and not much was happening, she could hear no noise when she tried and when she peered out of her door, only to find no one once again, she decided that they must still be in their meeting and went to her notebook. In it she wrote down a code that she had written down many times because her father had always told her too. He always said that if anything ever happened to him, she would have it to continue the war, but she didn't want it, even though even if she tried there was no way she could forget it.

Setting down the notebook, Morgan walked into her closet and dressing in simple skinny jeans and an off the shoulder white sweater she went out of her room, to find someone else.