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In the vast expanse of the uncharted sea, the battleship HMS Royal Sovereign 05 stood proudly, just on the outskirts of a bustling city. And there, amidst this captivating scene, was a gentleman with a stylish green hipster taper faded haircut, a fair complexion, bold and dramatic eyebrows, a large mark of his right brow, and eyes that shimmered like a lush jungle. He had an air of allure. Standing at a height of 5'6, he possessed a fit and athletic physique that seemed to effortlessly complement his essence. As he leaned casually against the ship's railing, clad in a resplendent red soldier outfit, he exuded a magnetic charm that was truly captivating.

"Second Guard Ryan Jameson!" Said a voice

Ryan glanced to his right and observed a fair-skinned elderly man, likely in his early fifties, approaching him wearing the same red soldier outfit. The elderly man was wearing a red and yellow beanie to conceal his buzzed bald haircut, and he possessed thick eyebrows. What made the man really interesting was that his right eye was brown, but his left eye was white, like it might be a prosthetic eye. It wasn't a normal prosthetic eye but rather a custom-made one; it had a royal horse guard badge embedded in it. He also had a scar on the left side of his face, which seemed to show that it was real.

"Why are you outside the ship, Second Guard Ryan?" The 5'7" elderly man asked with an authoritative tone, as if this were his usual manner of speaking.

"Sorry, sir, First Guard Titus Horatio, I was just lost in thought," Ryan said as he stood, attentively observing Titus approaching him.

Titus glanced at the city and then turned his gaze back to Ryan. "Thinking about that city, huh?" he remarked as he stroked his facial hair.

"Yes, sir, I was just wondering if we were on the right track with this," Ryan answered.

The man spoke with passion in his voice, "There is no right or wrong here. Avoiding war is impossible; it can only be delayed to someone else's advantage. Therefore, we will strike while the iron is hot. HA! HA! HA!"

Ryan smiled upon hearing what the first guard had said: "You're right, sir."

Titus smiled with an overwhelming sense of joy and exclaimed, "Those who pose a threat to the King shall be swiftly dealt with!" He raised his right arm, pointing his index and middle fingers towards the sky, signaling the naval guns to aim at the city.

From a bird's-eye view on the ship, a third person dressed in the same red soldier outfit, with purple faded hair, brown skin, and a metal mask that covered only their mouth, observed Titus and Ryan.

"This is what we live by and honor to the death," Titus declared, dramatically gesturing his hand towards S.T.A.R. city as if he were pointing a gun at it with his fingers. The city is renowned for its advanced technology and not only is it home to the world's most advanced technology, But it is also home to the world's densest superpower population. making it widely known as the superhero society.

"FIREEEEEEEEEE!" Titus bellowed, his voice seemingly intent on shattering the eardrums of everyone on Earth.

*BAAROOM!*--*BAAROOM!*--*BAAROOM!* projectiles shot out of the navel guns towards S.T.A.R. city.