Revolution Card: April 24th *24 Hour Extension*

The scene was going to begin with a very proud and significant description of Justin Tyme, the honored commander of the Galaxy Police Force. It was going to describe his accolades and give representation of his valor. How no criminal within our Milky Way galaxy was a match for his sheer force. Then just when it seemed the story was going to revolve around him it was going to immediately shift to Hana Brightly giving out an order. The order? The list of lunches of her Galaxy Police comrades. Hana is the lowest of the low, a rookie on the Galaxy Police Force totem pole.

Then, we're introduced to an outlaw star, a person named Zacheriah Starburst. A constant thorn in the side of GXPF Commander Justin Tyme. He just happens to be sitting a table adjacent to where Hana is struggling with the order (it's very, purposely, extensive). Starburst and Hana cross paths, Hana completely unaware of who he is until her GXPF Scouter (like a DBZ Scouter) begins to go off, recognizing the culprit. Chase pursues, they head into an alley, blocked, and they both extend their lazor pistols.

Starburst: GET READY TO TASTE MY RAINBOW!
Brightly: ...I think that's Skittles.
Starburst: What?
Brightly: Yeah, I'm definitely positive that's Skittles.
Starburst: What's a Skittles?
Brightly: Y'know..the candy...
Starburst: WHATEVER!

Then he shoots Hana, who ducks. The lazor beam then ricochets off something reflective and hits Zacheriah Starburst, knocking him unconscious. Justin Tyme then swoops in, living by his namesake, and hogs all the glory! Getting ultimate credit for the bust.

The universe thinks of one, singular, astonishing person when the word "valor" is thrown amongst the stars. With their mighty physique, their size thirteen boots, and with their army of personally trained cadets, Justin Tyme, the Commander of the Galaxy Police Force, has never met a threat he did not conquer. Munroefirstien and Tabithertian? Living a loving life together behind a gridlock of rubber-infused bars. Ace Benturkston? Frozen within a block of ice on Planet Vevans, the base of the Galaxy Police Force. Three threats to the ultimate destruction of the universe now presented themselves null, and mute making intergalactic travel that much safer within neighboring galaxies all thanks to GXPF Commander Justin Tyme.

"That's a sploshburger with...umm...I think I wrote cheese. With a side-order of...uhh....chili-freeze clams. Then there's uh..." Turning her notepad sideways, diagonally, and getting within kissing-distance, Hana Brightly was having significant trouble trying to read her own handwriting. It wasn't that her handwriting was absolutely horri--well, it was. "What do you think this reads?!" Hana turned her notepad to the employee, obvious frustration broiling on her face.

It was advised to Hana by her higher-ranking cadets that all the rookies in the Galaxy Police Force wrote everything down on pen and paper, especially lunch orders. Although the act of using pen and paper was ancient, and an art that isn't even taught in universities across the Milky Way Galaxy, it was a time-honored tradition within the GXPF. It was meant to give their rookies a sense of connection with their ancestors, giving them the experience of generation's past during their initial years as a rookie fresh out of the Galaxy Police Force Academy.



The employee simply looked at the notepad dumbfounded, completely unaware of the object Hana was even holding in front of them. "C'mon, something on this thing has to be readable!" The employee simply shook their head as Hana frustratingly sighed, turning the notepad back towards her. "I think this says---" She blinked and the notepad was gone. "SERIOUSLY?! THESE THINGS VAPORIZE?!"

"The pretty lady wants a dozen sploshburgers, three of which you strangle the frickles, and all twelve are blanketed with Space-Swiss cheese. Six side-orders of chili-freeze clams, one side-order of tomapotato-wedges, and five side-orders of freedom fries. Lastly, and I imagine this is just for the Commander, six boneless spachicken breasts, extra crispy. Everyone drinks Cokepsi." The notepad then twirls around an index finger as Hana looks upward towards her savoir. Dressed in a skin-tight battle-worn black tank top, navy blue jeans that were just far too skinny, and an arm-sleeve of tattoos with various names on them, some of which Hana recognized but couldn't recall why, her savoir coolly rested an elbow against the counter and whistled approvingly as he got a better look of his rookie-outfitted damsel. "Names Zacheriah, and your friends are bungholes, nice to meet ch'ya."