"Hello! This is Luca Kyros—"
Suddenly speaking out of nowhere and to who knows who, the cadet who had opened with a spine-chilling greeting kept walking, much to everyone's sudden distress.
Luca moved languidly this time, his posture relaxed as he began happily recording an experimental video log.
"Today is the Closing Banquet of the Annual Expo, and the location is the Imperial Palace Training Arena," he narrated, his voice light and scholarly, despite those crazed, glimmering eyes.
In between his sentences, he took steady, rhythmic steps.
Behind him, the Federation members were practically screaming at each other to get it together.
Cassian, having finally recovered his own composure, was in no mood for games.
He hated the idea of showing exactly which members of his team had specific modifications—that was clearly what Luca was hunting for—but he couldn't let the Federation become a total laughing stock.
