Celestial Saga: Yoshiblue

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@yoshi: Thanks for sharing! That gives me a much better idea what your characters look like. For some reason I was picturing Yoshi (the character) more like Gene from Outlaw Star, except with tear hair and a cowboy hat.

Now, onto story comments:

Resurfacing Memories:

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I'm assuming Tuhina said "no" to that proposal? Either that or she said yes and died/left later. If it's a spoiler you don't have to tell me which. As you were describing Yoshi's mag I realized how impractical that model would be outside of combat situations. Imagine how many complaints the manufacturers must get about accidental injuries! Also, the bit about the knives in the ceiling at the end was pretty clever.

P.S. It's the future, and in space. Do they even know what "western" is supposed to be?

P.P.S. Did you really decorate Yoshi's room like that?

The Calm Before the Storm:

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Wow, family drama there. And so rude to her own grandmother! xD I'm guessing there's some history you haven't mentioned yet.

I'm not sure exactly what role Team Celestial plays in this world. I guess it's a group of ARKS soldiers who work together on missions, but beyond that I have no idea.

I was momentarily caught off-guard by the inclusion of Levia and Nedra. Nedra was in CelestialBlade's story and Levia will be in mine later, so I guess we're all writing about the same world (and the same colony ship no less). Maybe our characters have crossed paths and didn't even know it!

Gray Team:

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I enjoyed the banter (almost wanted to type "Banther") between the different characters as they flew towards their destination, well done.

By the way, what are Dagan Aclis? Is that a real thing in the game? I know of Dagans and El Dagans and Dagan Neros, but that's it.

I agree with Lilliman, Ijiraku gave up too easily there. She wanted to keep Yoshi safe but quickly shut up when he voiced a different opinion. I guess in the end she decided to protect him during the battle!

[yoshiblue]

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The Degans Aclis are a made up thing, simply to have an easy answer to destroy airborne targets, and to give a just as lazy reason for why you don't see many airships in your adventures. Not that i'm saying they all died or something.

Yoshi wears a ten gallon hat a lot, so the idea of western would be anything related to a cowboy. But since this is the future or something or the sort and the definition of western would obscured overtime, there will be some leeway as to what they think western would mean. Like a cowboy room with a random coffee table in the middle.

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Earth Bullet:

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I was a little confused as to who (or what) Yoshi was fighting. In my mind I was picturing something like Persona since he (it?) was able to talk, so I imagined a Darker with a human-ish form.

I liked the scene aboard the ship at the beginning (also, the idea of a Lillipan manning the turret ). I could really imagine it being a war zone with lots of action taking place. The Monster Hunter song you used, albeit too short, did a good job of conveying the tone.

A Lesson About Warping:

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Wait, wait. I'm slightly confused as to where exactly the Darkers were coming from, the ones that attacked them after the ship went into the warp portal. Were the Darkers inside the warp tunnel or did they attack the ship after it reappeared? It's... somewhat important for me to know these things, as our stories are supposedly taking place in the same universe!

To my knowledge, PSO2 has never really explained the concept of warping. We know that ships can create a portal in space which they use to travel to distant places. I was thinking maybe it was some kind of hyperspace wormhole but I don't really know. *shrugs*

It finally hit me. It had been bothering me for a while, but I finally realized what Lilliman reminds me of: an Ewok! He is such an Ewok, right? Am I right?

[yoshiblue]

@stukasa

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The story takes place after the revival of Elder Falz and since he blasted off out of the planet, I would imagine that a few chunks of earth would be flouting in space. Now, you know how darkers tend to just up and come out of nowhere with their portal of darkness? They did that on one of those chunks of earth and used it as a platform to fire on top of. The mysterious figured kept his word though. The attack on their ship was pulled by someone else.

As for portals, I always saw them function like Stargate's or Starfox Assault's. This big circular water portal with a questionable lifespan. The way I see it is, the armed version of warping is portable and can be done on a dime. But the civilian variant is much slower to setup and requires a lot more room. So in a sense, only large civilian vessels can warp. But since the T-57 is modeled after the military S-57, this ship is blessed with the military form of warping. Along with military parts, which is why it was thrown into service as it was, before all the refitting Yoshi and Ijiraku did on it.

Lillipans can be considered ewoks and i'm okay with this.

- Filler -

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“You stupid mother fucker piece of shit filth human,” a newmen woman of purple hair screamed while she fiercely clung to the body of a teal hair man, who swung on a spark spraying cable wire, from out one building and over the streets of ant sized cars and flashing red and blue lights. A single tear shed because of dust stuck in his right eye.

Before any of this happened, before these two souls had mindlessly launched themselves out of the fortieth floor of a large corporation building, the man had scooped up the woman and all here combat worn clothing without consideration, grabbed onto a thick loose electrical wire that dangled inside a destroyed office and jumped outside in a large victory jump like leap. Though it wasn’t the brightest of ideas, jumping out of a building without checking first, the man acted fast as they were desperately fleeing for their lives. People were after this newmen woman and he happened to be caught up in all of it. Not a moment too soon afterwards, an explosion from inside the office went off, allowing shrapnel’s flight and the cables newfound freedom. Cut off from the only thing supporting their flight, the man grimaced at the floor and the two plummeted towards the lower levels of a neighboring office building.

Glass shattered, bodies roll. Lucky for them, the building had been cleared hours ago as the lights were off and not a person could be heard above or below. Quick to the recover, the man scanned the room, smiling at the irony of them landing in the table-less side of yet another cubical occupied floor. In the sunlight, pistol held low and in hand, he almost moved away without a sound, until a flurry of kicks and punches started wailing in his backside.

“Human scum. Filthy pig. Shit faced swamp head,” the woman roared in anger.

He was irritated at first, but the man’s mood completely shifted as he nearly busted out laughing. “Swamp head?” he tittered. “Don’t you think you’re trying too hard there?” he asked with a nonsensical smirk.

The newmen woman spat on his face. “Go die,” she retorted.

As if she never insulted him, the man wiped his face, moved forward and grabbed a table. “Come on,” he said while he pushed a table towards a locked door, “Help me barricade these doors.”

“Don’t order me around, human.”

The man looked back and shot a serious face. The kind that looked like it would say, “Keep it up and I’m kicking you out that window.” But he didn’t really say that. Instead, he said, as calmly as he could, “Look if you want to get out of this alive, we got to work together.” After that he then walked back and grabbed another table. “I can’t believe it. This was a setup. I knew there was something off about this mission. Who seriously hires only a few people for a large scale operation?”

“You call this large scale?” The woman said, an arm flung wide, still standing idly by. In the background the sounds of sirens intensified. Vehicles have begun moving in. Flying ones flew over and above.

“Yeah,” the man spat. “They used us as expendable bait to lure you out. Sent us to different part of their controlled area or whatever they call it.” When he came back he then came face to face with the man and said with a smirk, “Lucky for you, you ran into me.” He then reached into his pocket and took out a rather large black box. Once lifted in-between the two, he then tapped at the sides and watched it pop into the form of a katana sheltered in a saya. “Here, take this,” he said, looking deeply into her eyes. “I always keep it just in case.”

Dirty gloved hands snatched the weapon from much more torn ones. “You piece of shit. Did you think I’d believe that you carry a damn katana around for no special reason?” the woman asked with skepticism.

“Hey, I use blades too you know,” the man replied with a frown, now making a wall using the remaining free tables and shaking his head like he regretted all of his decisions.

The woman lifted the katana higher and tried to elbow the man in his face. He dodged. She unsheathed it slightly, aiming for another strike. He ducked. Under her arm, she got him into a choke hold and hugged him close. Huh, not bad,” she said with a satisfied tone in her voice. “A lot better than the usual blades I see.” After that, she let go of his head. When he dropped on the floor, she looked down on his and said,

“And what, no gun too?”

The man looked at his pistol and said, “Well, I am using this thing that I picked off one their bodies.”

“What about that one?” she said in an unamused tone, pointing at a silver pistol holstered on his left leg.

A nervous laugh was uttered. “You don’t want to use that one,” the man replied. he shook his head and stared at her glare with wide worrisome eyes.

In the silence, the two heard muffled footsteps scrambling outside the room. Hearing this, the man got up immediately and readied his stolen pistol. Back then, the woman hated this moment in life, standing next to a human, a race of trash not even worth the dirt under her shoes. So much did she hate him that she would have likely felt like throwing up, preferably on him, If she had it her way, which would have been alone and not with this human, she would have tried escaping through a vent on the ceiling, where she could have avoided several guards and maybe get out home free. She didn’t. Instead, this human had ruined any plan of escape, threw all meaning of stealth completely out the window and now face death, whom lurked just outside this very room. As she gritted her teeth in frustration and fear, the man asked out of nowhere with all earnest, “Hey, you any good with magic?”

“What,” she cried in a low whisper like voice.

“Nevermind,” he then said, redirecting his attention on the door nearest to them.

Boom, the door blew open. Since they couldn’t bust down the door, they decided that a breach was the best course of action. Using explosives, dust flew everywhere, chunks of the door scattered all over the room and the people in armored suits made their move inside. Yoshi didn’t understand why they thought it was the better plan. They could have just had guns point at their enemy’s backsides, from outside the windows, flying machines and everything. As the points men moved in, he was surprisingly blow backwards by a mysterious gust of wind, one that was really meant to clear away the dust. On the floor, the point man shouted, “I’m okay,” and a second man moved in, just catching a pistol thrown at him by the man of teal hair.

“Don’t worry,” the teal hair man said out loud, “The safety is still on.”

At that moment, the man took the pistol off its safety and fired. Sadly for the man, instead of a seeing a bullet fly out like a normal bullet would, instead he saw an explosion that caused the bullet to hit him square in-between the eyes. “Told you- you didn’t want to use that gun,” the man commented before opening fire. As the unfortunate man fell, the rest moved forward and soon fell with him.

“Armor piercing?” the man cried while tossing the closest firearm he could grab at the women. “I don’t know what you did but you must have really pissed them off for them to use armor piercing on you.”

Seeing their allies fall, the team by the other door abandoned their explosive riddled door and clumsily engaged the two. Amazingly, for both the fugitives and the attacking police force, they took down the second team with ease. From there they fled down two floors, through a dark corridor and into an underground parking garage of slow evacuating people. While the two looked around, people sped walked across lanes, vehicles honked, people whispered, people shouted and various other noises echoed throughout the floor.

“This way,” the man soon commanded. “I’ve seen these kinds of keys before.”

“Okay, hold up. Why the hell are you helping me?” the woman finally asked.

“The police hired us as expendable people and I don’t take to kindly to that. You want bait; use your own men, not a group of mercenaries.” The man peeked around a corner for a moment. “This way,” he said again. “To the larger cars.”

“The fuck are you doing now?” the woman then asked.

“Rubbing my blood on my suit- might help.”

From one side of the garage to the other, they finally stopped at a lot of gigantic home sized vehicles. From there, the man looked at the keys and then at the numbers painted on the backs of each vessel until he finally stopped at a dull gray one. “Found it,” the man cheered. “Snatched these from a cubical in the first building,” he then added. Looking at the woman, he stretched out his arm and dangled the keys in front of her. “You know how to fly one of these things?”

“Yes,” the woman said, rudely snatching the keys out of the man’s hands. “But I hope you don’t expect to come with me.”

“I don’t intend to.”

And on that, he waved, turned around and walked away. As he did, the woman looked at the green and blue labeled keys with confliction on her face. Having barely gained any distance between him and the newmen, the woman shouted, “Hey, you,” causing him to turn around, expecting some sort of thanks. It wasn’t. Instead, he got a punch to the gut, then his shoulder, two on his leg followed by a few quick slashes of a katana. Giving him no time to cry in pain, she then started to choke him out saying, “Sorry, but it’s for you own good.” To this day, she never understood why she decided to help this human, but she did. Maybe it was because he saved her life, gave her an escape route, a life for a life. Normally she would have killed him on the spot. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. After he had nearly passed out, she turned on the vehicle, dragged him by the door, waited for an officer to come by so she could create an act, one where the man looked like he tried to stop her. A team came running by. Just as one of the officers noticed the struggle and her face, she slammed the teal hair man’s head against a gray wall and fled into the ship.

Fortunately for her, to get into the front end of a vessel like this, one needed a staircase and that staircase was now retracted, stored safely away inside the vessel’s walls. Now unstoppable, she took the ship out and got away, flying the vehicle out of the larger exits specially made for shuttles like these. Interestingly enough, she wasn’t the only shady thing in the area as the ship she stole also came with an old full body image projector, a banned device that allows entire vessels to look like something completely different, even things smaller than the user’s ship. Thanks to this device, she managed to turn her ship into a bus and fly away home free.

Free. Finally out of the Oracle cruiser, then suddenly darkness. Noise blurred and faded out. And when things everything finally went quiet, brown eyes opened up in a comfy moonlit room. A cold room paired with synthetic crickets that chirped outside a nearby window. In the view sat an end table, and on the end table sat, in view of those brown eyes, beyond the plush moon blue pillow, the vessel’s keys and an image of Bitol and Sia, smiling arm in arm, recently taken just a day ago. A photo she originally didn’t want to take but caved in anyways.

[yoshiblue]

-Space Drifters!: The Other Ones-

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Everything was horrible. Fire danced everywhere. Broken buildings smoldered and crumbled. Cars littered the street; their frames smashed, window glass shattered, and paint jobs scratched. Then out of the sky, a giant silver hose, like a battleship in the sky. Solid, new looking and cone shaped. Penetrating the black clouds, a giant white vessel followed behind and with it, hot clear liquid material oozed.

Freeze. Stop. Zoom out. The city is smaller, miniature, a scale model. In the shape of a square, the city limits met a sea of gray. It was a plain ol’ gray carpet. Surrounding it, within the gray carpet ocean, were several different parts; some cars, some buildings, some people. Unfortunately for the people, a giant human male with black hair plucked them from the floor and placed them on a black plate which sat on top of a white organic shaped device. Once these figures have landed, they soon melted into a pile of orangeish pink wax which prompted a human girl of teal hair to yell,

(*optional music*)

“Hey, what did I tell you, numb nuts? The hot plate is for buildings and vehicles only. ONRY! Capish?”

“Yeah, yeah,” said the boy without a care in the world. “Let just say they’re CASTs and call it a day.”

“No,” quickly said the girl, the word ending as instantaneously as it came out. “Nobody melts like that. You dumb.”

After that, she then reached over and took away the hot plate. Placing it over on her side of the city, the girl looked up and cupped both hands around her mouth, shouting in a raspy voice,

“Kreszentia. Where are my aliens? They were supposed to invade ten minutes ago. Ten. They better not be eating out at a diner. The city can only burn for so long.” She then looked down for an instant and added, “I think the mini microwaves are exploding too.” Then there was a sudden poof. Looking back down again, the girl saw fires lick at gray feet. A statue started giving off a small cloud of white smoke. “Oh and the fire reached your statue. It did blow up. Your statue sucks.”

“Yoshi,” the boy interrupted. “Aren’t you afraid that the carpet will catch fire?”

“The carpet will be fine,” Yoshi waved away. “It the carpets fault for getting in the way anyways.”

Reckless as she was, concern for her bare leg did shoot up on her internal lists of things to avoid. Moving the hot plate even further away, she scooted over with it, saving her leg from a potential nearby fire. Soon after a gray ship the size of a melon hit the floor, nose first, next to her.

“What are they doing,” Yoshi cried, her voice moving high to low. “Flying drunk?”

“Yes,” another girl said, a newmen girl of white hair, who walked into the room and took a seat beside Yoshi. In a stoic, monotonous voice, she continued, “They had a crazy party on the way here and got wasted in the process. But that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that they got here.”

“Got here, my ass. They could have died. Or worse, land in the fire and then die.”

“I think you will find these aliens to be very sturdy,” the newmen replied while opening the ship up.

Inside the nose bent vessel were various creatures of many colors and many more forms. Each one made of a different material and was molded in a different image, some original in design, some not so much. Taking them out one by one, the newmen girl them lined them up neatly, in a single file line, outside the city’s boarder.

“I don’t know,” said Yoshi as she began to scratch at her head. “These aliens don’t look very good.”

Smack, a pale hand danced across Yoshi’s head. “Shut your mouth,” said Kreszentia. “You are hurting their feelings.”

Rubbing her head, Yoshi gave the newmen a scary smile and said, eagerly expecting a throw down, “Oh ho, you wanna go?”

“Don’t waste your time, Yoshi. We both know who would win in that fight.”

“Yeah, me,” Yoshi said with a thumb on her chest.

“Say, Yoshi,” the boy intervened again. “Where did your parents go anyways?”

(*optional music*)

“Well, about that, Kaz. You see, mom and dad went to the store to replace dad’s antique boombox. Because mom thought it would be a bright idea to literally make it go boom with a stick of some thing called dynamite. Well, that and she ate the cassette in it too. Film. Plastic. Everything. Gone.”

“Seriously?” said Kazamir, one hand on each knee, his face amazed, leaning forward.

“Oh yeah, totally,” Yoshi responded with an enthusiastic tone of voice but with eyes that stared diagonally at the ceiling. “Not a single drop of blood. Teeth like a Fang Banshee.”

“Man, Yoshi. Your mom is hardcore.”

“Hey,” interrupted Kreszentia this time. “Are going to send these aliens space drifting or not?”

Yoshi picked up a blue for arm alien and scratched her head. “I don’t know,” she said before looking over the still burning city. “Are the Caesar trebuchets ready?”
Kazamir scooted closer and loomed over some mini smoke pipes. “I don’t know. Let me check. That ones on fire. We still have the super omega gas station launcher. We also have the ultra-dome home over here as well.” He picked at the dome’s door a few times, then stared at Yoshi. “I think we’re good to go.”

Yoshi raised her eye brows and looked around. “Speaking of family, has anyone seen grandma anywhere? I haven’t seen her pass through here for a while now. Rude to come visit and disappear on us.”

“Maybe she’s gone off blowing up a jet engine or something,” Kreszentia said, trying to put sarcasm in her voice, but with no luck.

“Hey, hey,” Yoshi then said, poking the newmen in the shoulder. “No. Only I tell jokes around here.”

“At last, my own professional court jester.” Kreszentia replied, moving the figurines into a dog pile.

“Keep it up Moai face.”

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April Fools.

[yoshiblue]

Finally, a proper part 1.

- The Inner Rivalry of Melchior Families: Part I -

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(Optional Music)

“Alright, so,” said Arethusa one afternoon after walking into a dim living room, her prototype magislash in hand. “I took a tour of this place and I got to say, for a fifteen year old ship, it’s looking pretty good.”

Across the room sat Sia who sipped away at a cup of coffee and stared. Her gaze locked on the little tan girl as she made her way to just cleaned sofas. Once near her favorite arm chair, Arethusa hopped onto it and slammed a fist on the arm rest. Once she did, a can of soda ejected out of the arm rest and spun. With masterful skill, it was cleanly caught by the little girl while she leaned back to relax. Opening the can, the girl looked at the newmen woman and continued,

“So, how did you get this ship anyways?”

“I bought some time ago, on another cruiser,” Sia immediately replied.

“Is that so,” said Arethusa with a lift of her brows, unconvinced.

Noticing this, Sia took another sip and asked with a more serious look on her face, “Why, was there something you were looking for?”

“No, not really,” the girl replied, imitating the newmen.

Both of them sat in silence for a few seconds, sipping away to nothing but the tick tocks of a distant clock on the other side of the room. Eventually, the coffee cup ran dry. Placing the empty ceramic cup on her table, Sia then placed her hands on her lap and asked, “Keeping secrets again I see?”

“Well,” Arethusa began, pausing for another taste, “if there’s anything I learned in life, it’s that everyone keeps secrets.”

“Is that so?”

“You keep secrets, dad keeps secrets, Shiomi keeps secrets- even mom keeps secrets. You people really think I don't notice your hints and lies.”

“You’ve been trying to get into the engine room again, haven’t you?”

“Why won’t you let me in there,” Arehtusa asked in frustration.

“Because it’s too dangerous in there,” said Sia with an arm thrown in the air. “Last thing I need is for you to goof off in there and lose an arm; and I don’t plan to deal with that sort of problem.”

Arethusa started to kick at the air. “But I want to know what dad did in there,” she whined.

Sia glared at the little girl and slowly said, “You’re not getting in there. I also told you this already.”

While Arethusa started to throw a hissy fit, Sia reach for her table and patted it a few times. After the third pat, a large jug of water materialized next to her cup where then picked it up and pour herself a cup of cold clear water. Once done, the jug was then placed back on the table where it disappears after five seconds. Fill to the brim, Sia picked up her refilled cup and looked back at Yoshi daughter.

“You keep it up and I’ll send you back to your mother. She’s getting real close you know.”

Arethusa folded her arms and threw her head to the side. “I refuse,” she said defiantly, kicking the table by accident. Water spilled all over the table. Lucky for them, everything on it was water proof.

“You still have never told me why you wanted to stay away from your mother so much you know,” Sia said calmly, pouring herself a cup of coffee this time.

“You never told me what father does in that room,” Arethusa shot back, carelessly slamming a fist on the arm chair again.

- One Day Ago -

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A giant shadow loomed in the sunset of an urban city, where in the path of the sun, a giant a metallic green ship stood, silent and quiet. It’s easy on the eyes paint fresh and new, hiding the scars and scratches of both old and young. Like a sleeping giant, the engines slept but everything was not silent. For in the hanger was Yoshi; covered in oil, the smell of metal on his hands and synthetic petrol on his jeans, his glasses scratched here and there, all from working on a large machine inside the ship’s engine room; and while he work, he would often pause, look down, smile and continue working again. Every so often, he would also jump down, a four and a half meter fall, to move about and better work on this device.

In the distance, by the doorway, stood Sia, her hair freshly dyed black and her clothes cleaned and ironed. In her hands, a glass of lemonaid, half empty yet still full of a healthy amount of ice. Taking a sip every once in a while, she would watch from a distance, her face etched with a smile of interest. And whenever Yoshi would drop a tool, she would casually stroll by and toss it back up, seeing his surprised expression morph into a large grin every time.

Finally, once the glass contained nothing but ice, she looked down at a clock. It was a little watch, nothing more than a little screen on her wrist without any support or structure. Six pm, the clock said to her. Her eyes widen as if amazed and refocused on the teal hair man above, a thumb raised in the air.

“Very nice,” Sia said to the now jumping man. “I think you got it install in twenty eight minutes flat this time.”

“Twenty eight?” Yoshi asked as he rubbed a rag against his forehead, a bit exhausted from his speedy doings and excessive technique usage. “I guess that’s alright.”

Sia leaned forward and placed both her hands on her hips. “Bitol, you just reinstalled a warp engine. That’s normally a five man job. That’s more than alright.”

Yoshi looked behind himself and chuckled. With pride and a hint of false modesty, he said in return, “Well, to be fair. It is much easier when you’ve done it before.”

“I don’t think you understand the scoop of how long this normally takes, bonehead,” said Sia, smacking Yoshi arm after he attempted a sort of heroic smile. As he laughed, she lifted her hand, noticed the oil smeared all over it and frowned. “Well, so much for staying clean.”

“Don’t worry, it’ll wash off,” Yoshi reassured her, rubbing her hand with a clean and somehow different reg. On it traces of tiny blue metallic outlines glistened in the light above. Like magic, after one gentle swipe, the oil disappeared. “So, what else needs fixing?”

“Well…,” said Sia in a mischievous tone and a finger on her lip.

Seeing this, Yoshi rubbed the back of his head and said, “Oh boy.”

Just then a small girl of green hair bobbed in and around the garage until it reached the two. Once she did, Yoshi said to her in a very happy voice,

“Neona, how’s it going? I’m surprised you aren’t on a mission with Anna.”

“Hello, sis. Hi, Bitol,” Neona replied with a peppy smile and a high pitch voice.

Yoshi stepped backwards. He felt uneasy, a little sick in the stomach. Neona calling him Bitol, he wasn’t how he felt about everyone calling him by his real name. Though he tried to maintain a smile, his disturbed eyes showed the girls how he truly felt. “Hold on,” Yoshi said, backing off a little. “I’ll go get us something to drink. Anything you want?” he asked Neona while at the same time took Sia’s lemonaid glass.

“A glass of water would be nice,” Neona replied. “Thank you.”

With that, Yoshi vanished into the ship with an unusual amount of haste. Once the ship’s gray garage doors opened and closed, Sia said to her sister with traces of contempt, both facing in the direction of the door, “Neo, what are you doing here?”

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Likewise, Neona’s cheery attitude dropped in an instant. Who Sia chatted with now was a much more serious girl, one with hidden agendas and disregard to the life of others. “Well, I was here to chat with Bitol, but it seems there are more important matters at hand.”

“Oh?” Sia replied, her arms folding, an eye brow in the air.

In response, Neona pointed at the warp drive and spat, “That.”

“The Hyperon 370 C? What about it?”

“Why do you have it?” Neona replied bluntly, she eyes darting all over it.

“I needed a new warp engine and this is the first one I went for,” Sia casually replied.

“An unwise decision.”

“It will be fine. You worry too much. Yoshi did a good job installing it, don’t you think. You should really see him in action.”

“He’s missing a detail. Sia,” Neona asked, glaring at her sister. “What are you planning?” Before her sister could answer, Neona’s sparkling green eyes widen in revelation and then narrowed again. “I hope you know what you’re doing, sister. That’s a very dangerous game you’re playing.”

“So you figured it out.”

“Dad wouldn’t approve of this misuse,” she scolded, but then she paused and gently said, “Dad is not here.” With newfound determination, the little newmen looked up with fire in her eyes. “For this to be pulled off successfully, I hope you know that precise timing is required to avoid detection.”

Surprised, Sia squeaked, “So you approve of him.”

“No,” Neona said darkly. “But it is beneficial to you regardless. To be so invested is a mistake, sis.” On that, the smaller of the two stormed away with great speed, her fists clenched and her back hunched.

“Where are you going?” Sia shouted.

“I must go. I need time to think,” her sister furiously shouted back.

Sia turned around. Instead of watching her sister run away, she chased after her, footsteps heavy. “Get back here,” she yelled just as the garage doors opened again.

(*optional music*)

“Like a clam, here I am,” sang a dancing Yoshi, a tray of drinks in one hand.

“Bitol,” Sia frowned.

Moving from side to side, he then said as he reached the newmen woman, “Hello to the pretty pearl.”

“I’m the pearl now?”

Yoshi stretched out his free arm and replied, “I’m the man with the plan. Keeping the door locked away so that nothing ever hurts you. Here’s your drink by the way.” After handing Sia her drink, he then grabbed the glass of water next to it and looked around. “So, where’s your sister?”

“What I’m wondering is what she wanted to talk to you about. Second of all, I think everything should be reversed.”

“Maybe,” said Yoshi, putting the drink back down. “So, what did she want to talk to me about.”

“Beats me. She ran off shortly after you left.”

“Was it something I said?”

“Nah,” she said. Sia then look at her drink, wiggled it and said, “And thanks.”

After that a thud on the floor, similar to that of a dropped body, was heard behind Sia. When the two redirect their gazes to its origin, they saw a newmen of white hair and regal clothes walk into the ship’s garage. It wasn’t Shiomi. Instead, it was a woman they have never met before, one with a commanding aura about her, a stoic face rock solid and a very confident posture. Yoshi and Sia may have never seen her before, but they could tell she has stained her hands before. Walking forward, she gently bent down and lifted an unconscious Reinhardt from the floor. Though his face lack any form of scratch or scarring, his suit didn’t not share the same fate; bullet holes in the vest, parts of fabric dangling on threads, fibers stuck out everywhere, almost like he got into a knife fight.

[Zorafim]

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Alright, other people are adapting my April Fool's gig! I love having an excuse to do something different. And enjoy something different, of course.

[yoshiblue]

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Truth be told, I originally planned for the story to end on April 1st, but as it turns out, I ended up make it longer. Which is funny because I also cut out a few parts to speed the story along. Heh. So when 4/1 came around, I didn't really know how I was going to reference a caseal blowing up some part of a vehicle, which in hindsight would have been very easy to do. Be it crashing a ship into the wall or something going boom outside. But it had to be an important boom. I also didn't want to abruptly end the story because that's just dumb.

So long story short, I used Yoshi F to not only display how different a life would been under normal not dead parents who had a child later in their life, but also how fate or destiny sometimes never changes.

But yeah, lets just go with me copying you. Make life a lot easier.

[stukasa]

Cargo / Filler:

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Marean has quite the mouth on her, huh?

Also, I lol'ed at the "What's a phone?" remark.

Mandragora / Filler:

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Yes! Animal Crossing music, I approve.

The Mandrake is definitely the most interesting setting you've done so far. It feels different than anything we've seen in the game and I can tell you put some effort into fleshing it out as a real place, with details about the people, the ads, even the smells.

I enjoy the strange rapport between Yoshi and Marean. I guess you can call it a rapport. They don't always get along but they seem to understand each other pretty well.

During the filler, I didn't really get why they were attacked. Marean left and the next thing we know there are bloody corpses lying around! You mentioned there being suspicious characters but I guess I didn't understand why.

[yoshiblue]

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Heh, guess that slipped my mind when writing those entries. Marean is a smuggler and a part time hitwoman. That said, people sometimes make a few enemies when they steal potential profits or killed people important to organizations and/or family.