Within the realm of the fifth dimension, hushed whispers floated through the air as two female "Comun" exchanged words of concern.
"Hana, have you heard? Captain Zector has dispatched Viole and Tony to retrieve Wally from the clutches of the revolutionaries," one of them murmured.
"Wally? Have they captured him? This does not bode well," Hana replied, her voice laden with worry.
An "Ales" named Kevin materialized before Hana's face, a nineteen-year-old defender with short brown hair, perpetually closed eyes, and an unyielding smile.
"What's the matter, ladies?" he chimed in, his tone light and cheerful.
"Go away, Kevin. We have enough problems," one of the women retorted sharply.
"Such rudeness! I was merely inquiring, as a respectful person should," Kevin responded, feigning offense.
"It's alright, Tanya. Perhaps he possesses information we do not," Hana interjected, her voice gentle and kind.
"Ah, Hana, your kindness always shines through. I overheard your conversation regarding Viole and Tony's mission. I may have some information you would like to hear," Kevin revealed.
Hana's expression sharpened, her focus fixated on Kevin's words. Eagerly, she awaited the revelation.
"Very well, Kevin. Share what you know. Why were both Viole and Tony sent on this mission? Couldn't Roger or someone else have been assigned?" Tanya inquired.
"The mission involves an exchange, my dear Tanya. We have captured one of the revolutionaries in league with Defender Wally," Kevin disclosed.
"But why send both Viole and Tony? Surely, there must be some trickery afoot," Hana conjectured.
"Bravo, smart girl! Indeed, there is a trick, and only Viole and Tony possess the skills necessary to navigate it," Kevin affirmed.
Meanwhile, Captain Zector, accompanied by Defenders Gantlik, Yor, and Wally, made their way to support Viole and Tony. The defenders within the fifth dimension turned their gaze towards the group, exchanging curious glances and engaging in whispers of their own.
"Wait, is that Wally? What in the world is he doing here?" Hana exclaimed, her surprise evident.
Suddenly, Viole emerged into view, his body bearing the marks of countless injuries. An atmosphere of shock settled upon the onlookers.
"What the hell is happening now?" Tanya interjected, her voice filled with frustration.
"Is that Viole? And why is he..." Hana trailed off, her face contorted with disbelief.
Viole made his way past Captain Zector, their paths intersecting.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Zector inquired.
Viole responded tersely, "Just one thing: Don't follow Tony."
"How can you say that, especially when you're in such a state? At least enlighten us as to what is transpiring," Yor implored.
"After I complete this mission, you can read the report. It's a mission meant for Tony and me alone. No one else. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an important task at hand," Viole declared.
A smile played across Zector's face. "Everyone, return to your duties."
"Why did you agree to this?" Yor questioned.
"Why? I believe it's because I trust them. Viole trusts his partner, and we should all respect and trust them on this mission. As he stated, it is their mission, after all," Gantlik reasoned.
"How does he always remain so calm?" Tanya mused.
Hana's worried gaze lingered on Viole, a sentiment not lost on Tanya.
"Fear not, Hana. We are talking about Viole here," Tanya reassured her.
"Viole..." Wally uttered softly, his eyes fixed on Viole.
Gantlik, placing his hand on his face, muttered under his breath, "Ah, shit."
Kevin, his single eye open, pondered aloud, "Viole, what do you intend to do?"