FanFic: Intermission Over! Part 2 of the Solstis Saga begins

[Solstis]

Alright, this fic continues after RoTM, and if it goes like planned, up to the new Group-Fic.

And this first part is more or less the intermission, sorry about that folks. I decided it to be too crappy to really count as the main part.
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Solstis: Grey Wanderer

(Title subject to change)

A desolate-looking man sat outside of Pioneer 2's Employment Office. He fingered his civilian?s clothes... how he missed the feel of his old uniform! He had enjoyed the feeling of pride and respect he had once commanded.

Now, the sidewalk he sat on was long devoid of any life, the shops and offices of that sector closed for the night. He would have gone home, if he had one to return to. After spending years in the military barracks, getting an apartment seemed a difficult and annoying task. Then again, he had no job to pay for a place.

So, he sat down on the sidewalk, hoping to be first in line tomorrow.

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Background
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After the W.O.R.K.S. Generals had vanished off to places unknown, dodging the wrath of the Principal, the W.O.R.K.S. soldiers found themselves without jobs. A good number of the soldiers wandered the streets disillusioned with life, others found themselves in homes or the hospital recovering from battle wounds and injuries, and yet more joined Pioneer 2's underground gang and organizations.

It was a month after the incident that the media dubbed the "Rise of the Machines".

Anti-Android fervor ran high, and street gangs prowled the streets for constructs to harass. One gang had quickly turned into a movement and called itself the "Hunters Against Mechanized Persons", or HAM. HAMP, apparently, lacked the same ring. HAMP members terrorized the streets wearing orange bands and waving their flags while Pioneer 2's scattered military and weakened police force looked the other way.

A few pro-Android organizations had sprung up, but were largely unorganized compared to HAMP, and were quickly squashed.

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A cloaked and hunched-over figure slowly limped down the sidewalk toward Joe, the unemployed soldier. Joe gave the stranger a quick curious glance and looked away with a sigh. 'The war has affected everyone' he thought to himself.

When Joe looked back up a minute later, the figure had reached him and carefully let itself down on the sidewalk next to Joe. The person grunted with pain, apparently suffering from some old wound. Underneath the grey hood a few strands of matted blue hair were visible, and if one looked closely, he or she would have seen that the man was wearing dark-grey tinted sunglasses.

Joe gave the man a quick smile of guarded companionship, showing that he understood the stranger's plight, but would fight the man for first place in line if necessary.

"Were you a W.O.R.K.S. soldier?" the man said with a somewhat raspy but still pleasant voice.

"Yeah, until our valiant leaders ran away. Were you?"

"No," the figure said harshly while letting down his hood, revealing a tanned brown face, striking blue hair and eyes covered with sunglasses. "I was a hunter."

Joe jumped up, startled.

"You're... you're that one guy! Look, I was just following orders!" Joe frantically waved his hands, apologizing sincerely.

Solstis reached into a pocket stitched into the inside of his cloak and pulled out a dented yellow needle.

"Remember this?" the Humar muttered, fingering the item. Joe stared fixated.

"Were... were you the one that killed the others?"

"You know," continued Solstis with a smirk on his face, "Megid is just like any other technique. They don?t teach it to non-forces, but it is learnable." Joe started to back away, too afraid to truly escape.

"It only took a month... a month of studying and trainging... do you know how many Rappies had to die?" Solstis began to laugh while a dark substance slowly formed in the hand that still held the needle.

"Megid!"

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"We have breaking news this morning. A string of murders has continued with the death of Joe Sinclare, bringing the total to three this week. Each victim was a former member of the W.O.R.K.S. organization, and were in the same squad. All three victims were found with an oddly shaped needle next to their bodies."

"Police have no leads, but it is suspected that a rogue force is involved...."

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Well, if you can't get past a Humar using Megid, pretend he's a Fomar. http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_confused.gif

Done with the permission of that one bluddy guy, Snr_Basura, or something.

Comments/Questions/Concerns? (then call someone who cares, http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_lol.gif!)

[Edit #1]: Changed the title
[Edit #2]: Realized it wasn't a short anymore!
[Edit #s 3-5]: Misc. title fixes



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[mr_rubbish]

hmmmm.... Your first serious fan-fic?

[Solstis]

On 2004-03-09 15:43, mr_rubbish wrote:
hmmmm.... Your first serious fan-fic?


*whoosh!* man that was a fast readin'/replyin'!

Serious? What is this... serious word you speak of.

I mean, seriously, there was... one joke in there.

Hopefully I didn't spell any bloodey words wrong.

[Solstis]

Alright, I took this from Alpha 360:Decom. and modified it to fix the story-line a little better.

Where Solodro's memories came from should be PAINFULLY obvious now.

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Chapter 2: Assassins and Crazed Robots, What a World!


Loading A.I. core "Replica_dat."....
upload from "Alpha_upload.rtf" .... complete

Loading Sub_Systems...
Targeting.... complete
Mobility..... complete
Loading "Memory" from "Alpha_upload.rtf"
..... exception 2093 O#E.... 3 fragments found.....

....fix_bat....

...
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complete.




It woke for the first time, its visor awakening with a sharp crackling noise.

Memory upload.... begin.

Solodro, it knew was its name... or at least, something told him that it was. More knowledge began to flood his A.I., giving it information and a mass of images complementing them.

The images and information began to slow, revealing some apparently relevant details....

It saw... odd looking creatures defending themselves against unregistered organisms. He saw them from a first person perspective, and as if recorded by some grainy media. Something told it that they were... hunters and it should terminate them if encountered. A quick list of names scrolled down his vision; Montague, BOC, Elenor...

The screen flashed for a moment and settled on a damaged looking RAcast wielding a Yasmikov 7000V. Out of its arms it released two dangerous looking blades that glowed red. It had white and green paint, seemed rather short, and, according to Solodro's database, was named Alpha 360. A quick overview of physical properties as of the last transmission quickly flashed across the screen.

Target acquired. A voice told it.

Mome smiled... he would have his way after all, it seemed.

The newly commissioned android Solodro stepped out of his containment unit. It was a rather unimposing looking HUcast. A standard dark-blue paintjob, somewhat short in stature, the only odd feature one could gather of it were its "eyes". They blazed with a strange white fury, displaying the raw power underneath the cold metal shell.

"Welcome to the land of the living, fair traveler! I hope you have slept well, for you have a very important mission!" beamed Mome, his heart to his chest as if genuinely concerned.

"My... mission?"

Solodro was confused. Was his only reason for existence some trivial errand?

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Alpha slowly stood up. Although Montague had restored all of his old abilities, not to mention adding a few crazy twists of his own, Alpha had lost much of his maneuverability. It was all for the better, the machine supposed, Mome was a skill-less oaf compared to the genius Newman.

He peered over the smoking rubble of the Hunter Section while stretching his weary mechanical arms. There would be a lot of work to do, and it was beginning to get dangerous with all the armed gangs running through the streets.

Alpha still secretly longed to kill, probably a side-effect of Mome's programming and the virus, and hoped that Montague wouldn?t notice. Alpha 360 tensed his robotic hands and relaxed, looking at the reaches of space above... he could sense that a new opponent would soon arrive.

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HAHHAHAHA! I Will Make It Work!

I'll do a flashback chapter later to get some people up to date (points at the people that viewed w/o posting).

[edit]: Spelled "Assassins" wrong....



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[Solstis]

a.k.a "The Effects of Coldplay on a Writer"
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Chapter 3: Drifting Memories

One week later.

Dust filled the air as Solstis lifted a carefully wrapped package out of a well-adorned box. He carried the package over to a table, unceremoniously dropping it on the plastic surface. Solstis slowly unwrapped the items that lay inside, wondering why he had avoided seeing them for so long.

As he gently tore at the wrappings, two items were unveiled. A pallash, long neglected, lay there, not having been turned on in years. Next to it lay a single mechgun, a fine layer of dust covering the barrel and the trigger.

Both items were heavily modified. The pallash was created with stealth in mind; the blade produced little light and looked eerily grey. The mechgun was made for two-handed use, much like a photon pistol, and was as powerful as two ordinary mechguns.

My father...

Solstis turned back to the chest and took another carefully wrapped package that was sitting next to it and placed it inside the chest, carefully smoothing over the ripples in the wrapping. In it lay the Yamato, useless as a weapon, but, it still held enough memories for Solstis to preserve it.

Solstis sat down in a chair and laboriously wiped the dust off of the two weapons, thinking about the events of the week. He had accepted a job at the counter placed by HAM. They made no attempt to cover up what they wanted...


"Look hunter, you understand that these androids are dangerous, right?" asked HAM's representative, nervously fingering his orange band.

"Hmf." replied Solstis, hiding his emotions.

"Well, look here." The representative showed Solstis a few documents. "This android right here... Solodro or something... is dangerous. He's been picking off our members lately, and we can't afford to lose too many."

"Yeah... so you want it destroyed?" asked Solstis, somewhat interested now.

"We want it... mutilated, if possible. Let me tell you what we know. It's a blue droid, has white eyes, and no Hunter's I.D."

"I can tell that from the picture. Look, how much are you paying?" Solstis said, standing up impatiently.

"20,000 meseta." The representative looked at Solstis with a smile on his face and wrote the sum on the bottom of the file.

Solstis quickly sat back down and coughed politely. "Alright then, we have a deal."


He didn't care much for the money, but really needed something to do. Life had seemed so dull to him lately.

Solstis donned his grey cloak, his grey tinted sunglasses, and placed the pallash and the mechgun on his belt. He looked back once into his apartment and paused for a moment before walking out the door. The lights automatically turned off with a sharp click.

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[edit]: Rid it of all those darn question marks.



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[Solstis]

Well, I think that I'll take a mental vacation for the next few days unless I get a sudden idea. I decided this mainly because I don't want to kill off all of my characters before the Group Fic, and then again, I don't want to destroy the fiction-space-time-contiuum by finishing this after the groupie...

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[Solstis]

I completely revised Chapter 4: Added some more Solstis flashback, more dialogue, and Solodro isn't the raving beast he was in the first draft of it.


Chapter 4: Confrontation!

Alpha 360 warily walked into an abandoned building, scanning the foyer for lifeforms. This building had been used by HAM as a rally point, and Alpha had often passed by the place, contemplating whether he should enter the place to.. well... kill them all. But, this morning (though morning was indescribable from night on a ship) Alpha heard a scream as he walked past the building.

Hearing a scream was not unusual, this being the seedy part of Pioneer 2, but the fact that the scream was followed by a man falling out of the second story window was interesting.

Alpha began to walk up the stairs, his heavy footsteps echoing up and down the building. A deaf man could have heard him, a fact that Alpha was conscious of as he pulled out his Yasmikov 7000V. As he got to the top stair he noticed that blood began to pool around his leg. Whoever had done this was... disgusting. As an afterthough, Alpha realized that his old self would have been intensely delighted with such bloodshed. Maybe he had changed, just a little.

He heard a voice coming from the room inside. ?Mome says ?Hi?? said the voice.
Out stepped the blue Hucast, its eye blazing white, illuminating the area around them. Blood splotches covered the droid, with a few blur marks where it had apparently tried to wipe the blood off.

The opponents prepared themselves; Alpha 360 instinctively engaging his Sinow blades, the curved weapons sliding out of his arm and clicking in place with an audible ?Pop?. He placed the rifle into his inventory as an afterthought, not wanting to lose it again. Solodro, in turn, pulled two odd weapons out of his inventory with chilling calm and authority. In his mighty metallic hands he held two canes, weapons usually designated for the weakest of hunters, but deadly if backed with the incredible strength Solodro?s shell contained.

Alpha made the first move, slashing in rapid succession with his blades, attempting to cleave the Hucast in two with each strike. Solodro dodged each attack with ease, wondering why Mome had sent him to destroy such a weak enemy. With that thought, Solodro swung both canes horizontally, hoping to catch Alpha off guard.

The Racast, startled, barely managed to block the blow with his blades, the sound of the clash echoing out to the street.

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Solstis too, heard the scream, and ran towards the building. His contact in HAM had warned him that Solodro was in this area. When Solstis reached the doorway he saw the body of the representative splattered across the sidewalk. The familiar orange band was the only distinguishable feature in the pile of dead person.

So much for getting paid.

Solstis then heard the clash of metal on metal on the floor above him and jumped. A number of possible outcomes and settings flashed through Solstis?s mind as he raced inside the building. He came to the stairs and skidded to a stop. Each stair had the depression of a giant foot in it... a sign of a Racast if Solstis had ever seen one.

Solstis pulled out his pallash and switched it on to hear the satisfying hum. He kissed the handle affectionately for a moment, thinking of his long dead father.

Mother said you left on Pioneer 1, seeking a fortune on Ragol. She didn?t survive the trip here, so lonely in the cold metal ship...

...Jerk

He scrambled up the stairs taking two steps at a time, racing to battle whatever he found at the top.


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And no, Solodro is not a Sinow-bot, and no, Alpha isn't dead.

Solstis might be, though. Depends on my mood.



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[mr_rubbish]

Chapter 3 is reasonable, maybe you should listen to coldplay more often.
Chapter 4 is ok, though Solodero (sic) seems to act quite irrational. Is that intentional?

[Solstis]

Yeah, I think I overdid Solodro's reaction a bit.

I kinda took away the personality he had in Chapter 2 and replaced it with a... "Kill!!! AHAHHAHHA!" sorta likeness.

Revisions will be made!

And thanks, rubbish!

[Edit]: Solodero?

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[Solstis]

I hate battles...


Chapter 5: And they lost?

Alpha knew that he couldn't compete with the Hucast in a test of strength. He struggled to push harder with the blades, trying to knock the canes away, all the while aware that he would give out first. His display was flooded with information and warnings screaming the amount of stress that his hull was receiving.

Suddenly, Solodro disengaged, causing Alpha to fall forward. As Alpha fell, Solodro dodged to the side and delivered a succession of blows, each blow rattling the Racast?s metallic body.

Alpha hit the ground, momentarily stunned, his sensors in disarray. Solodro had to laugh at his opponent,
"Why did Mome fear you so much... you are nothing... not even a challenge."
The Hucast spun around to see Solstis running up the stairs.
"You must be the one those organic slush-bags sent to destroy me." Solodro paused for a second, as if wondering where that phrase had come from.

Solstis was taken aback for a moment as he registered those words.

Organic slush-bag? Well.. we are filled with water... but still, that thing?s crazy!

Solstis held the gray blade up and settled into a stance traditionally made for Katanas.

"Let's go."

Solodro charged the hunter with amazing speed, leaving Solstis little time for the attack that seemed to come from all directions. Solstis managed to block the first few strikes but was quickly receiving punishment from the harmless-looking weapons. One blow in particular caught Solstis in the chest, leaving him on the floor, gasping for air. The floor seemed to shift as the pallash rolled away from him.

Solodro stood over his opponent and prepared for the killing blow, all the while feeling disappointed with the mediocre fighters. Before he could strike, however, a lead bullet passed through the back of his head and out through the front.

Alpha slowly stood up, his chassis heavily damaged from the fighting. Solodro wasn't moving anymore, something that gave the droid much satisfaction.

The feeling didn't last long.

Solodro spun around, uncovered wires spitting sparks out of his forehead.

"D... do... you think all of my func... functions were hosed... housed in my head cavity?"

Obviously still functional, Solodro took half a step forward with his left foot, arched his back, and threw the cane in his right hand with all of his might. Alpha lifted the gun defensively. The bot felt a pang of regret as his receptors picked up the noise of the Yasmikov being turned into fragments. Alpha's receptors then screamed in alarm as the mighty Hucast delivered a powerful punch to the Racast's head.

Alpha skid a few feet and hit the room's window with a sickening slam. His video feed was fuzzy to the point of blindness, his audio receptors were stunned, and his balance was off by 25%. At least, that's what he thought his views was telling him, but it was hard to tell through the distorted colors that constantly flashed on his screen.

Solodro paused for reflection and looked at the carnage he had caused. He almost regretted what he was about to do, but, it was his reason for existing. Or at least, that?s what something told him.

He slowly stepped forward to the Racast. Nagging doubts penetrated to the surface of his A.I., but he ignored them. Androids were not made for philosophy. He rationalized.



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I'm obviously running out of good names for titles.



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[Solstis]

I think that I need to space out the dialogue and action a bit more.

But anyway, Chapter 6 might take a bit longer, I think that I've run out of music.

Coldplay worked thru chapters 3-4, and Jet provided chapter 5, but I think I'm out of tunes.

Old Matchbox 20 perhaps?

The mind boggles....

[Edit]: Nevermind, I can't do Makar, he won't be born until a long time later. Then... Solstis's father can show up...

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[Solstis]

That brings up a good question (yeah, I'm spamming my own fic), does anyone else find that listening to music helps you write?

If so, any good music suggestions?

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[mr_rubbish]

Perhaps if you did longer chapters then you wouldn't have to worry about titles! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

About music...
I prefer to try and match the music with what I'm writing.
Rock / metal/ dance/ good classical/fast-tempo tracks are good for battles and action scenes.
Ballads/love songs/pop are better for the rest (for me anyway).

What works best for me is if the songs are familiar, that way the listening becomes subconscious and the words flow out.

I've also gotten into that whole streaming radio dealie. you can pick stations to suit your moods and they pick the tracks for you.
My current fav is: http://launch.yahoo.com

[Solstis]

On 2004-03-12 09:54, mr_rubbish wrote:
Perhaps if you did longer chapters then you wouldn't have to worry about titles! http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

About music...
I prefer to try and match the music with what I'm writing.
Rock / metal/ dance/ good classical/fast-tempo tracks are good for battles and action scenes.
Ballads/love songs/pop are better for the rest (for me anyway).

What works best for me is if the songs are familiar, that way the listening becomes subconscious and the words flow out.

I've also gotten into that whole streaming radio dealie. you can pick stations to suit your moods and they pick the tracks for you.
My current fav is: http://launch.yahoo.com



Longer chapters? That would require heavy amounts of scrolling! I refuse to do that!

Yeah, I'll check out the 'tunes.

And I did notice that rock music is not good for "plot" sections. I get confoosed.

[Solstis]

Chapter 6: The Final Showdown


End of Solstis: Reborn or Dead?, part 1 of The Solstis Saga.



Solstis slowly pulled out his single mechgun, keeping quiet to not alarm the blue Hucast.

Solodro clenched his grip on the canes, his target still reeling from his last attack. He was three steps away, two steps, one.

Pop! Pop! Pop!
Three photon bullets whizzed through the air. One clanging harmlessly off of Solodro's back, another hitting him in the arm, but the third landing cleanly within the gaping wound. Solstis smiled, put away his mechgun, and picked up his pallash off the floor.

Alpha recovered, sensing his opponent weakened. Solodro stood before him, clutching his head as if attempting to drive out demons.

"Blades, engage."

Alpha ran forward and sliced at Solodro's body cavity, leaving a gaping wound. The Racast didn't stop after the slice and continued running forward, heading down the stairs. Solstis blinked for a few seconds and watched as Solodro slowly regained balance before following suit.

"Hey hunter! Take out that gun again... we're gonna need it!" yelled Alpha over his shoulder. Alpha reached into his inventory as he ran down the stairs.
Good thing I always keep a spare!

Solstis had lost his cloak on the way down the stairs, and his black Humar's uniform was revealed, drenched with sweat. Alpha limped a little bit, and rapidly knocked on his head to clear his vision every few seconds. As soon as they reached the doorway to the outside, a strange growl emanated from the floor above.

"Grawwwwgghhhhhhh!!!!"

"I think he lost it!" yelled Solstis to the Racast.

"Was his A.I. held inside of his chest?" yelled the Racast back.

"Maybeeaaahhh!!!!!" Solodro landed in front of Solstis, wielding a Crazy Tune.

"Begin firing with abandon!" Alpha let loose a hail of photon bullets from his Assualt. Solstis backpedaled and too opened fire with his solitary mechgun. Solodro shuddered under the assualt, his Crazy Tune of no use against the flood of bullets.

Soon, the blue android disappeared in a cloud of spent photons. Solstis and Alpha relaxed, sensing the danger over. The false sense of security lured the two warriors to lower their weapons, and they exchanged a look of accomplishment.

Suddenly, a loud noise pierced the moment of contentment. The clouds of photon dust swirled around a shadowy shape and quickly dispersed. In the center stood Solodro, apparently unharmed, his hand still hovering over the quivering

"This is some crazy crap."



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Yeah, I doesn't exactly match the rest of the story, but I had to end it somehow.

This first part was to show Solstis's recovery from the death of his friend.

Part 2 will be about 12-16 years later, featuring Makar, Solstis's half-brother.







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[Solstis]

Okay, I guess I should finish off Chapter 6.



Solstis fully recovered from his sadness and spent the next 5 years designing two pallashes that could be used in a dual fashion.

Alpha 360 joined the hunter's guild that year, and vanished somewhere in the mines while on a quest

Solodro was later repaired by Montague, and went on to be a Bacast (bardcast).

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(This is a filler until I feel like making pt. 2)

[mr_rubbish]

Dude, your chapter naming convention is really confusing http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_confused.gif Or maybe its just me....

Well roll on part 2 or is it chapter 7?

[Solstis]

All of the chapter titles are tentative and subject to change at a moment's notice.

It would be part 2, but I think that I'll step away from this fic for a while, look at it, think it's crap, and re-do it.

[Solstis]

Part 2 of the Solstis Saga begins!

Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitor

Solstis jumped for joy, his dreams finally realized. He stretched his palms out to the roof of the ceiling and wiggled his hands, exultant in his joy.

He had finally created a shorter variant of the pallash so that he could dual-wield the somewhat advanced version of the saber. Now, he could finally replace his Yamato with the vibrant red blades!

And it only took him ten years!

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Pioneer 2 had changed from his last mission. More disgruntled hunters, soldiers, and civilians made their way to the surface of Ragol, and Pioneer 2's military was rapidly expanding itself as if in the face of a great threat. So, tensions ran high among the three factions; hunters, civilians, and the military.

Solstis still remained neutral throughout all of the bitter protests and demonstrations. He felt no need to join the world of politics on Pioneer 2, though some of his old friends in the Hunter's Guild tried to convince him otherwise.

No matter, Solstis thought to himself. If a battle were to come soon, he would be ready.

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It was during his celebration that Solstis heard an impatient knock on his door. He grumbled for a moment, complained loudly of the pain in his knees, and slowly walked to the door. When he pressed the glowing red button to open his front door, he was shocked by what he saw.

In front of the semi-retired man stood a young boy, probably around twelve years old, with blue hair, brown skin, and black eyes. Solstis suddenly felt an odd chill sweep over him as the stranger expectantly stared at him.

"So, you're going to let me in, right?"

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"Wait, I thought our father was on Pioneer 2!"

The young child laughed for a moment.

"Well, Dad says that's what your mother said to keep herself 'sane'."

Solstis glowered at his half-brother, named Makar, as if trying to strangle the kid with his mind.

"THAT JERK!" he finally exploded, hitting the table with his fists.
Makar leaned back from the wildly dangerous Humar and muttered something incomprehensible.

"... what?" half-yelled Solstis.

"...um... well... Dad sorta died on Ragol, and Mom disappeared, so I came here."

"How did you find my apartment?" asked Solstis, somewhat less angry, feeling the pre-teen's sadness.

Makar thought for a moment and dug into his pocket.

"Here! I asked around and got directions from some guy named, 'Toldas' or something. He said that you would know who he is."

Solstis lowered his eyes to the small scrap of paper questioningly, and lowered his voice.

"Did he say anything else?"

"Yeah, to meet him at the 'Drunken Rappy'... yeah, that's the name.? Makar offered.

"Alright then Makar, you stay here while I take care of some business." Solstis put the two 'disengaged' pallashes on his belt for quick access. "There's some food in the fridge... and don't touch the milk.. I think it's alive."

Solstis ran out the door without another word, wondering what had happened to his old comrade. And, if it was really his old friend, whether he could trust him or not.

Makar surveyed the cluttered area of the apartment. "Man, what a dump!"






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I pledge that the chapter titles will make more sense, and the storyline will be more cohesive. (The First 'Part' could be considered the intermission, really)

I mean it! I'll really try this time!




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[mr_rubbish]

Well, you're certainly churning those chapters out.

But isn't a ten year jump a bit... much?

[Solstis]

Well, I wanted to introduce Makar before I did that Group-Fic. Not so people (like anyone else reads this! HAH!) could know how he was like, but more for me to figure him out.

I kinda wanted to set in stone the personality/thoughts of my characters pre-Group-Fic so I won't be scraping the barrel for ideas.

And yeah, I'll probably write what happens in-between the years later.

And the group-fic happens about ten years after this one!

Note: I'll probably slowly go through Part 1 (that I now consider the intermission) and make it more.... cohesive and logical.

I didn't really plan out Part 1, but Part 2 will be a lot better.


[Edit]: Fixed the chapter titles of Part 1, as per Rubbish's incessant complaints http://www.pso-world.com/psoworld/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_lol.gif.


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