"Thank you for coming in. You will have appointments with Bunny Medic set up. Take it easy, Soldier," Commander solemnly spoke as he signed off on the report and slapped it into his filing cabinet.

      Soldier eyed him for a moment as he got up. Commander wasn't looking too good. "Maybe you should take it easy too. I can't imagine what you're going through," Soldier spoke his concerns and left Commander alone in his office.

      Medic would usually show up after Commander had a meeting, but she hadn't stopped by since their little fight. That had been nearly three days ago.

      During that span of time, everyone has been getting ready. No more scouting missions have been sent. Snipers and rangers kept a lookout.

      The titans were getting better too. They were getting more friendly, they were improving on their skills. Frost Spirit had managed to catch a jet the other day, which only gained him even more intense training.

      Void Reaver didn't know how he felt about the new armor, mostly because the others picked on him. They toned it down after he nearly blew up his new weapon and half the camp. Commander was glad to see he was right about Void Reaver being a valuable accelerator.

      Every titan was doing good, except for Fallen King. He had been pretty much shunned from the minigunners and nobody else wanted to take him in. Not to mention that the granite king was a silent one. He only ever talked with Molten Boss, but stayed quiet with others.

      Commander was lost on what to do with him. Fallen King was a powerful titan, but he just wasn't cut out for a gun. Range was not his specialty.

      Speaking of titans, one had been gone for quite a while. It had been about a week since anyone has saw Swordmaster. The titan had left to improve and make new weapons, but never sent any updates.

      Commander turned off his desk lamp and walked out of his office. The key he took out of his pocket jingled as he locked the door. After jiggling the doorknob, Commander made his way down the hall. It was mostly quiet, the commanders here did not make much noise because the Commander would get on them for it.

      However, Commander had a keen sense of hearing. As he made his way down the hall, he heard hushed voices. One sounded like Maid Commander, another like Frost Commander. Another voice sounded like it could belong to Victorian Commander.

      It was coming from the strategy room. That was odd, they would never be in there without him. Curious, Commander snuck over and peaked in. From there, he was surprised.

      There was the three commanders he heard, but Fallen King was with them. Their backs were turned to Commander, but it didn't stop him from listening in.

      "Why not just go to Commander about this?" Victorian Commander asked. "Don't be rude, Commander is not doing well at the moment!" Maid Commander scolded.

      "He has a point though. Commander needs to see this. This will help with the mission!" Frost Commander added in.

      Commander had heard enough. He did not want to stand aside and be seen as a fragile little snowflake. Coughing into his fist, Commander grabbed their attention.

      The three commanders gulped as they turned and stood up straight. They were fearful as Commander caught them. Fallen King didn't seem all that fazed. He stepped aside from the table so Commander could come and look.

      Without saying a word, Commander stepped over and looked around this strange map. He doesn't remember ever having this. "Maid, what is this?" Commander asked.

      Maid Commander stepped forward, a bit nervous, "It's a map of the three regions, sir. The Rotfields and Swamp are guarded by a titan each. This right here is called the Totality Tower," she pointed at the third region, "This is where the last two are."

      Commander stared in awe. The map had everything, even the pathways. "Where did you get this?" Commander asked, dumbfounded. "Fallen King made it. He had made it before these four titans started causing trouble," Victorian Commander reported.

      Commander turned to Fallen King, who was watching him like a statue. "So," Commander started, "You make maps? You strategise? You know how to lead an army?" Commander questioned.

      Fallen King slowly nodded, not quite understanding where Commander was going with this. Commander scratched his chin before looking at the other three commanders, all them catching on.

      "Well I'll be damned. Show him around, we have a new commander," Commander ordered.

      "How come you get to be a commander? This is unfair!" Molten Boss complained as he poked at Fallen King's new suit. It resembled Victorian Commander, mostly because he was the one in charge of making such attire.

      Fallen King gently pushed the fire titan's hand away before he caught the new clothes on fire, "I told you map making is essential." Molten fumed as he remembered how he would pick at Fallen King for his excessive map making.

      The titans were currently hanging out in their makeshift quarters; a small airplane hanger. It could hold up to two small aircraft, but it was currently being used to hold up to seven titans. It was a bit cramped.

      However, Frost Spirit had made himself a hammock on top of the ceiling. His light weight could hold him up there, that meant more room on the ground.

      Raider would of also liked to bunk up there with Frost Spirit, but there wasn't any room for a second one. Besides, Frost Spirit molts during the warmer months, and they were coming. That meant they would wake up with feathers all around them.

      Good thing he was out stretching his wings. Sinister was napping in his corner, his sweatshirt and tank top thrown to the side. Nuclear Fallen King was scribbling in a notebook. Raider was messing around with a gadget a ranger gave to him and Void Reaver was standing by the door, looking out. It was peaceful.

      "Don't be trying to boss me around, got it?" Molten Boss pointed. "Why would I ever do that to you?" Fallen King questioned genuinely. Molten fumed again, "Because you're a commander!?"

      Fallen King shook his head, "I'm not bossing you around. You like to do that though." Molten Boss balled up his fists and nearly started screaming. A low growl from Void Reaver made them stop.

      The large void titan side eyed them for a second before continuing to stare outside. The two fueding titans stayed quiet for a moment. Void Reaver never did that, he usually just let them nip at eachother until it turned into mauling.

      "What do you think is wrong with him?" Molten Boss whispered to Fallen King. Fallen King shrugged, not knowing what was troubling the titan.

      Finger snaps had them turning their heads to Raider as he tried to sign what was wrong. The two titans watched in confusion as Raider attempted to tell them.

      Raider was mute. It wasn't known if by choice or not, but nobody could understand him unless he wrote it down. So after a minute of getting no where, Molten Boss had enough, "Does anyone have a pen and paper?" Raider face-palmed.

      Frost Spirit gently glided down. The sun was setting and he wasn't allowed to fly after sunset. Despite being able to see in the dark, it still wouldn't be safe. That made the avian uneasy that he was most likely a main target.

      He stretched his wings a bit before folding them back into place and headed torwards the mess hall.

      Commander was in there for once, hoping to catch a glimpse of Medic and stopping her. He was afraid that he may spoil her appetite.

      As he was looking for her, he almost missed Valentines Medic, Val, taking two trays with her. Commander quickly caught up to her before she could leave.

      "Hey! Val, was it?" Commander asked. Val looked him up and down and sneered, "Yeah? What of it, you selfish prick!" Commander was stunned. Did he screw up that badly?

      "Listen, I need to speak with Medic. I haven't seen her in a while and... could you just ask if her if she could come over some time?" Commander asked, taking off his sunglasses as he spoke.

      Val scoffed, "As if! She's far better without you!" With that, the upset medic stomped away, her heels clicking.

      Commander sighed and put his sunglasses back on. He wasn't that hungry anymore. Taking the defeat, he slumped his way back to his office to do paperwork.

      While he did that, Val carried the two trays to the medical ward. She was still walking with her head held high and she was mumbling under her breath about her interaction with Commander.

      When she reached Medic's office, she knocked on the door with her foot. Val listened closely. A bit creepy, but she needed to know if Medic was getting up.

      The bed creeked and covers were moved. Then there was the sound of shuffling slippers coming closer to the door.

      Val stepped back to be greeted with a messy hair, tired eyed, depressed Medic. She looked rough. Val frowned, "Girlie, we are not eating in your sad and smelly room, we are eating in the breakroom." Medic huffed but complied, shutting and locking the door behind her.

      Ever since her small oopsie with Commander, Medic has been nothing but pitiful. She kept herself locked in her room, stopped taking care of herself, and especially kept away from Commander.

      With her and Commander's recent absence, the camp was getting a bit disorganized. Val made sure her bestie was fed and was trying her best to cheer her up to the best of her ability.

      Val blabbered about whatever while Medic stabbed at her salad. She didn't feel like eating and didn't feel like listening to whatever Val was talking about.

      "Then as I was getting your food, that Commander came up to me!" Val said, disgusted. Medic perked up. She ignored the fact that Val was talking with her mouth full and listened in. She was hoping Val didn't say something stupid.

      "He was asking about you, asking to see you, blah blah! I told him to basically fuck himself!" Val proudly proclaimed as she shoved a fork full of rice into her mouth. Medic felt her gut twist.

      "He expects you to come to him! Selfish! I said you were so much better with him-" Val stopped as Medic slammed her hands against the table and sniffled.

      Val put down her fork and got up, standing beside Medic, "Medic? You okay-" Medic got up and grabbed Val's collar, "Val! I'm not better without him! I really, really like him!"

       Medic sobbed out. Val had no idea what to do. Despite being a valentines tower, she sucked at anything love related. That's why the other valentines towers shunned her. That and one other reason.

      As Medic sobbed into Val, a scoff had them stopping their dramatic moment. Cyber Medic was standing in the doorway, chewing on a small pack of gummies. She got up and walked over, taller than the two of them.

      "Do you think the real Medic would be doing this?" Cyber waved her hand down. Medic wiped the runny makeup from her cheeks and scrunched up her face, "What-?"

      "The real Medic doesn't take shit, especially some from Commander!" Cyber reminded. "The real Medic wouldn't be moping around, hoping some dumb magical prince will come to her. The real Medic wouldn't listen to Val!"

      Val growled at the last comment. Medic sniffled and wiped her face some more. Cyber was starting to have a point. "Yeah..." Medic agreed.

      "The real Medic would clean herself up, march right up to Commander's office, kick down his door, and give him the biggest smooch this camp will ever see!" Cyber reminded. "Yeah!" Medic didn't even bother to register it before running off to go take a shower.

      Cyber watched her leave, grinning. Looking over, she saw Val giving her the stink eye. "What I do?" she asked.

      "That was suppose to be my job!" Val argued. Cyber grinned and leaned down, "Then you should of done it before I did."

      Val huffed and looked away. A tap of the shoulder had her angrily turning back to Cyber. Cyber smirked, "You know, the real Val would give me a big kiss because she thinks I'm so pretty no matter what."

      "Yeah? Well you're wrong! I would give you a kiss because I think you're the prettiest no matter what!" Val argued. Cyber's grin only grew wider as she leaned into Val's lips. Val's eyes fluttered close as she returned the loving gesture.