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The Lost Light Rebellion 4: Total Fucking Chaos Edition CameronCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41541214[View All]

#IC #Canon: TLL #Ask/Invite


>The serenity of the pristine new set was instantly shattered, it's host charging onstage with a berserker shriek, a gleaming golden battleaxe clutched in both hands as he immediately set to work dismembering his polished desk with wild attacks. A marathon of destruction followed as he mangled the furniture with every variety of tool at his disposal.

>After several minutes of this, almost the entire set reduced to rubble, he collapsed into his chair. Instantly, the holodeck shimmered, and the debris vanished, replaced by brand new, identical furniture.

>For several long moments, Joel stares into the middle distance, before standing up and sauntering over to a microphone by the front of the stage.

Hey, hey everyone!

>He shouted to a blatantly fake audience consisting of the same five people in vaguely different outfits, with the sole example of the hulking Pax Cultura, looking fairly awkward in the face of Joel's chaos.

Welcome to the first episode of the show, it's a great thing to finally get this started, and I'm hoping it only gets better.

>Behind him, a bookshelf glitches, turning into a wireframe before turning itself inside out and beginning to rattle ominously.

We've had a pretty crazy time lately, pretty crazy time. We've got Logan and some weird chick going and rescuing some new guys from some asshole, those lesbian rocks joined up, that's pretty neat. They've got a kid who turns into a murderous monster, I like that one. You've got those two Saiyans on a quest for a healing flower or some shit, that other Saiyan getting in a fight to rescue her girlfriend from her asshole mom's hired thug. Oh! It's that wrestler! I almost forgot! That's cool.

>The bookshelf returns to it's wooden texture, flashing through a dozen other textures on the way, before violently exploding, the shards vanishing as safety protocols finally kick in.

You've got that one asshole and his robot wife investigating a ghost ship. I hope he dies, that'd make me happy. Bolone's brother showed up, too. He's an asshole but a cool one. But the important bit is we're on vacation! We're here in the Galactic Protectorate, and we're having a fantastic time, by which I mean Emily's been dragging me around museums for a solid three weeks now. But the race is tomorrow! See me at the Moreau Open in my custom Thorson Kestrel!

>He coughs, shifting.

Oh yeah, we're supposed to have a co-host. He'll be around later, scout's honor. I think he's still hiding.

>Abruptly, the door explodes inward violently as Leena makes her entrance.



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Yeah, somehow...

>Nero was juuuust hanging onto consciousness, but he'd have to hold out for a little longer

>a wannabe gentleman like himself would have to make sure Emily was safe and sound in her quarters
>so after they both got off of the "zoomer", he led Emily towards the door to her room, pausing only to look at her with a slightly anxious look

Hope I was entertainin' enough for ya, Emily.

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"Oh, dooooon' you worry, Nero. You certainly were~"

>Emily said, starting to carefully make her way to the bedroom. She knew her own quarters well enough not to trip over anything, and the lights were on, but she still stabilized herself with a hand on the wall.

"Like... I reeeeeeeeeeeeally hope I get t'remember tonigh' when I wake up."

>She opens the door to her bedroom, and pauses a moment before turning to Nero.

"Y'wanna blanket? A pillow or a sheet or somethin'?"

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>Nero had stepped into the open doorway once Emily had gone in, but had stopped from going any further than that
>he was sorely tempted to just flop on her couch and conk out, but a part of him was holding that back, at least long enough for him to talk

Tha'd be nice, yeah...

Y'sure thish is OK, though...? I dun mean t' impose or nothin'...

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>Emily dismissed Nero's worries of being a bother with a wave of her hand.

"I tol'ja... Elliot doessit all th'time. Yer fiiiiiiiiine."

>There's a moment or two where Emily disappears into her bedroom to retrieve some bedding for her guest. It doesn't take long. It seemed Elliot really did stay over all the time.

"B'sides, iss th'least I can do for th' fit n' sexy dude who made sure I got home safe, yeah?~"

Nero Pageddi!pinkie78OsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41554554

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>Nero was already stumbling over to the couch by the time Emily came back with the bedding, taking a seat as she came back out

Well, I'd hate t' refuse th' offer of a sexy lady~

>of course, this was one of the times he actually realized what he just said

>which then resulted in him opting to stare at the floor instead of look directly at her
>mostly so she didn't see how his face was getting just a bit redder
>well, more than it already was from the alcohol

Emily Nash!RpQzSCoUtsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41554555

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>Bad news, Nero. Emily totally noticed.
>Good news, Nero. She's taking it really well. Emily just smiles, looks away and brushes some hair away from her face at the compliment.

>In fact, it distracted her so much that she forgot to hand Nero the bedding that she had in her arms. Though a bit of it spilled forward when she took her hand away.

"G- Oooooh my god."

>Emily practically trips over herself to hand Nero the pillow and blanket.

"I forgot t'actually hand you the fuggin'... oh god. Shit S-Sorry..."

>Now it's her turn to blush profusely.

>Dammit, she made herself look like a fool over one little compliment!

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>Lucia couldn't help but smile as she listened to Montgomery, glad that he felt the same way she did when it came to the respective powerhouses they came from. She only hoped that someday the Protectorate and her people's empire could completely set aside their differences permanently. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the captain mention this Jupiter Empire, something Joel also explained to her if she recalled correctly.

"What exactly is going on with this Jupiter Empire? I have never heard of them until recently. Oh, but maybe I should save my questions for another time..."

>She stopped herself before she could start bombarding the poor man with questions, especially since she could see he was a little busy. She already felt bad just for bothering him with her trivial matter, even though it seemed like he was willing to help regardless. Lucia watched as the crowd of people dispersed and quickly followed after him, trying her best to not get distracted by the various new sights around her.

"I do apologize for interrupting your work, Captain Irons. I really am grateful though!"

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>Nero looked up when Emily spoke, and gently took the blanket and pillow when they were offered


>well at least he wasn't the only one feeling like an idiot


>there was a clear awkward pause as Nero sat there, not entirely sure what to say or do next

>should he just shut up and avoid making a bigger ass of himself?
>should he say something clever to try and diffuse the situation?


>in the end, he lifted his head and gave Emily a shaky smile

...well...shee you in th' morning?

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>Emily nodded, starting to recover now that Nero was starting to set himself up on the couch.

"See you in th'morning... Prolly gonna be hung over, so m'sorry if I'm a bit bitchier than normal."

>There's another pause as Emily stands there. She wasn't sure if she'd already said what she was about to say, but it was worth saying twice.

"I reeeeeeeeally hope I get t'remember wha' happened tonight.~"

Nero Pageddi!pinkie78OsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41554612

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>at first, Nero just made the kneejerk response of:

You? Bitchy?

>there was no sarcasm or anything in that, he genuinely couldn't picture her being anything resembling "bitchy"

>but he was quickly realizing he'd better keep this brief or else they'd never get to sleep at this rate
>so instead he gave her a tired smile, shifting around on the couch to prepare to lay down

I hope sho too...

>he paused again for a moment, then quickly added

I-I mean, my memory's generally kinda shitty, so I hope you remember so I c'n...


>he trailed off, before smiling again and just dropping the subject


Emily Nash!RpQzSCoUtsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41554654

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"Mm. G'nigh..."

>Emily smiled sweetly and waved with her fingers as she headed for bed.

>What a night. Whether she remembered all this tomorrow or not, there was a palpable air of affection coming from Emily in those last couple of moments. Emily had a feeling she would remember that much, if nothing else.

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>She wasn't sure how long it'd been since she closed her eyes the last time, but as the blonde haired, blue eyed, fox opened them, she could see purple and green light all around her

>dozens upon dozens of crystals floating in what seemed to be an endless void of light and energy, some of the crystals having odd metal shapes fastened onto them

>She groggily dusted herself off, looking down at herself and blinking briefly, things felt lighter here than on the angel ship, which made sense given the floating massive chunks of crystal.

>she rubs her head softly and finally gets a good long look at her surroundings...

Well this isn't transwarp...but I also don't feel dead.
<"Not that I really have a frame for reference for what being dead should feel like..."
>And so without much bearing or guidance, she starts to roam around the area, across the crystal masses and sometimes floating between them

>At a larger mass she pauses and lets out a short huff...

Gods...so I can't find anything or another other than crystals and this damn light all over the place is so blinding!

>Rubbing her temple a bit, Meum would sigh

you know I was hoping the bad place would be a bit more creative...

Nero Pageddi!pinkie78OsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41554676

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>Nero waved as Emily made her retreat, then promptly flopped down on the couch without even properly setting up the blanket and pillow
>at first all he could do was mentally scream at himself for being so dang dumb
>well, less a "scream" and more of a slight groan
>because after that it wasn't long before he had conked out completely, falling into unconsciousness and soon snoring away
>when he awoke he'd certainly have a few questions, mostly about what the hell he was wearing
>and would probably have an assumption or two that'd need to be corrected

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Serad let silence hang for a while, because Tycho had just given him a lot to consider. Atlas? He'd met at least two hunters that had gone by that alias before vaporizing each other in a bar fight over who had started using it first, and there had been a merchant-king who had used it for a pseudonym for dealings that necessitated... well, people like Serad. Two of those three weren't likely candidates to be the same person who'd ripped this geezer in half - sounded fake, but okay - and unless the third suspect had suddenly decided he wanted to open up shop deep in a sector of the galaxy he'd originally wanted nothing to do with, then this was someone else on his radar that potentially wanted trouble.


"Might not be much of a fight," he admitted, leaning more of his weight against what he hoped was a doorway or at least something that could hold his weight as well as it had so far. "Not for long, anyway. Unless you're up to date, quick rundown: the Wolf's dead." He gave that a second for the weight to properly sink in before he continued. "Stabbed right in the back. M'Teikk runs the flotilla now. Anyone that didn't like that outcome either beat it or got atomized with the rest of their ships." Before Tycho could ask what the hell that meant for them on Echidna, Serad helpfully answered the question. "The Wolf's son is here on Echidna. We made it out by the skin of our teeth, but M'Teikk's not gonna let a threat like him go. He's gonna be wrangling every mongrel pirate fleet he can get on immediate notice into one place and swinging it like a god-sized fist made of metal, mass drivers, and piss and vinegar right at us any day now." Frankly, he was surprised they'd been allowed off relatively scot-free as long as they had.


There were many constants to the universe, some of them more noticeable than others, but in a place as, for lack of a better term, spiritually malleable as the one Meum had found herself in, one of them became considerably more pronounced than it was in the dimension of flesh and metal: authority carried weight. Not literally, of course, but wisdom and memories and everything else that came with the burdens of leadership would accumulate around a being's consciousness until, over a long enough period of time, it was an effect that could almost consciously be felt by other living creatures. It was like they had become a singularity, a microcosm of everything it was to be the noblest aspects of their respective races, honed and focused upon over long years in service to their species.

And this one had lived a very long time indeed.

Meum would probably feel it long before anything was technically visible in the nonsense world she found herself trapped in, but there was an undeniable weight to it: she was being watched, but there was no danger to it. It was the feeling one got as a child after prayer, an innocent content in the knowledge that whatever angel or guardian watched over you that night would allow no harm to befall you.

"I thought the same thing at first," said a voice not too far away from the lost bartender. The age and weight of authority was immediately apparent in the bass purr of the stranger's cadence, a voice that could comfort younglings just as easily as it roared commands over battlefields that had cooled and rusted away millions of years ago now. It was a thousand things to a thousand people: a far-away symbol of hope, or of a forgotten and hated caste system, or of a beloved leader or trusted adviser.

To her, though... to her it was probably precisely one thing.

"In truth... I'm still not sure where, exactly, it is we find ourselves," said Optimus Prime.

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>That presence, that feeling, that trust

>It put the fox at ease, even if the voice replying to her was just as confused as she was

>The feeling and eventual...feel for the other's image told her who it was...

>The fox's presence wasn't enormous in the ..."Space" they were in, but it did exert a sort of pressure and will power to it in it's own right, if a bit more chaotic and in flux than what Prime's own presence showed.

...Well if it does turn out we're not dead, boy do we have some news to give when we get out of here.

>In the distance some of the crystals in the area made noises and projected other colors of light, many crystals projecting a prominent Red, Blue, and Yellow hue from themselves at once

>There were so many questions Meum had

<"How long have you been here? Do you know your way around? Is there a way to get a message out?"
>most of them filling the concern in her mind that seemed to radiate off of her, concern and worry about how Frimelda was dealing with the disappearance...
>But the concern, at first seeming to flood her seems suddenly suppressed by the semi-chaotic and determined pressure from before

...I already know who you are, so I guess I'll start by saying, I'm Meum. Hayashi Meum. Good to know that if I'm stuck with anyone it's the guy who saved the galaxy.

>She smiles awkwardly heaving out a short huff

...so heading for those bright crystals seems like a good lead.

>The crystals in question even seemed to be making echoey voice sounds

>Unless the beings conversing made the effort to move closer they wouldn't see it but up close they seemed to almost be playing back some sort of footage here and there.
>As Meum began to move towards those crystals she does pose a question

While you don't know exactly do you have any theories...?

>She questioned, getting fairly close to one of the crystals projecting imagery

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>Joel had slept. He'd attended all his meetings, made good cases and suggestions for the Xenohub offices on Cybertron, fixed his gear up, and done that maintenance Lord of the Game had needed so badly. He'd even caught the low battery on his hoverboard before he did that, avoided a nasty accident probably.

>But most importantly, he'd slept. It wasn't too long exactly, but it was hardly the minimum nap Emily had demanded he take to avoid dying. How long had it been? He wasn't sure, hardly having been in any state to note the time. Days, maybe. Resting and vegetating.

>Then he'd woken up finally, reconnected with the outside world.

>And she was gone. Meum was gone. It was a good death, he had to say. Giving your life to save your friends, maybe even the galaxy from that mad thing on the twisted ship? That was a good death, and he was sure she didn't regret it at all in the end. He was fairly certain of that, she was just that kind of person. Underneath that reputation for perversion and her sense of humor encouraging it, she hadn't been an incredibly complicated person from what he knew of her, what he had seen in here. She was just... kind. Incredibly so, really. She was kind, and had such a capacity for love, romantic and platonic alike.

>God only knew how badly Frim was holding up. He should call her, he should. Stop in with... food, something. Try to help prop her up, she'd definitely need it.

>But so did he, really. Here he was staring at the mirror in his bathroom, staring himself in the eyes and trying not to think what he couldn't think, what he didn't dare think.

>It should have been me. Thoughts like that had a way of creeping up on you, of less being an active idea and more... a miasma, almost. Pervading every crack and leaving their stain on every surface. He'd had that thought too many times. War did that to you.

>The funny thing was... The funny thing was, when he thought about it, that he never saw them. You heard about that, people losing their minds and seeing their dead friends and loved ones in every stranger's face, in every crowd and every sign. He never saw that, not really, and he almost believed he'd been crazy for a while now.

>What he saw was where they weren't. And where he was.


>It was funny in the worst way, he supposed. It should have been him. Nobody would agree with him, and he tried to listen to them and not those little vile doubts curling in the back of his mind. Because one day it would be him, and someone would think it should have been them. Probably Keith or Jesse, the jackasses.


>The laugh is bitter, forced. But it stirs part of his brain up, going from quiet contemplation to slowly escalating laughter as he stares into the mirror, his mind a blur of ideas and designs. It would be him one day, it would! But there was more to it than just dying in a big, meaningful way, that was only half of it! That was what people forgot, wasn't it? The key wasn't just to die, it was to toss your friends the biggest damn gun you could so they could keep fighting! If you died, you helped your friends from beyond the damn grave!


>The laughter was pouring out in great cackling peals now, like a hyena had gotten into something with plenty of warning labels, but he didn't care. Not really. His mind was focused like it had never been before.

>And so Joel got to work.

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>It had been a few weeks since Charlotte had put out the message that Meum was missing in action

>She knew there was a wake being planned and she'd probably attend if only out of respect and obligation but Charlotte over all wasn't sure what she should be feeling.

>She wasn't particularly close to Meum but they had their interactions in the bar, and of course there was a heated argument on whether or not she should be included in a rescue mission

>Meum was an idol turned bartender, sure she had that Hayashi family ingenuity and smarts that attracted the group to wanting to get Shigeru on the crew...and ending up with Jo, a person Charlotte could hardly ever see eye to eye with, but was valuable but...she was in Charlotte's eyes a civilian

>Charlotte was angry, not at Meum, not at her family, she was angry that this happened

>At her desk, Charlotte was alone, contemplating all of this.

>This shouldn't have happened. It wasn't even against the empire!

>This wasn't right, she couldn't believe she'd let Meum go

>But...if you choose to go on any mission, you're becoming a solider.
>That's the way Charlotte saw it, at least.
>She had to move on, and keep planning, and sitting here drinking and being angry wouldn't help.
>It was time to plan the next strike against the Empire

>Jo wasn't taking things nearly as well as Charlotte
>At first there was denial, trying to insist that Meum had to have survived somehow, they were Geniuses after all! Meum must've included a backwards shunt to somewhere else or something! She had to have!
>This only lasted a few days, Meum would have, should have, contacted them again now
>Momo tried comforting her, the rabbit girl doing everything she could to keep Jo stable but there was only so much that could be done considering how important Jo's sister was to her.
>Her older sister had always been there, helping her, trying to guide her and show her right from wrong in the world, and when she saw Jo wanted to go a different path from what her Mother had been setting for her, she encouraged and helped her.
>Meum was the prime factor in making sure Jo knew it was okay to be herself
>and now...she was gone. Meum was gone, along with Claire, Sora, her teachers...
>The people who kept her sane, the ones who kept her stable in her...less than sane...moments.

>She couldn't afford to sulk though, there were others still, and while Momo worried, Jo locked the doors to her lab only a few days after and the fox hadn't been seen outside since

>She was working, she was designing, she was refining every piece of research and development she had
>Someone was going to have to tell Shigeru about Meum, he was his daughter as much as he was Jo's sister, but good luck getting Jo out to talk right now, she was too engrossed, too busy working

>There were still other people out there to keep safe, other people she loved, other people she had to protect, other people she WOULD protect

>Helping and protecting people is what she was here for, not just her loved ones like Momo, Daisuke, Shigeru and her other sister, Naomi...or her friends, Joel, Jesse, Saya...
>But everyone, everyone mattered to her and she didn't want to see another person taken, she couldn't.
>And so she worked, she built, grim determination and desire through the days and nights
>When she worked she laughed the tiniest bit, the laughs getting louder and more deranged in the nights as she built and she thought
>The thought consuming her mind
>She'd be the one to protect people, she could! She'd be the light people needed! Be the knight that pushed away the darkness!
>and she worked and she worked, tools and construction and carbon printed parts
>And that CLAY the clay she snuck away from the angel ship salvage, she used it the best she could, programmed it, laughing as her designs she'd had for years were becoming reality
Hahahahahaha! Yes! This! NEVER AGAIN!
>This was her tool for saving people, this was the key!
>This belt she worked on, two slots up front for the full bottles she developed, a crank to expand the transgel inside, the gears inside to accelerate the process
>The link into the Morphin Grid salvaged from the morpher her Father sent her
>THIS would be how she'd BUILD a better future!

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>The aftermath of the rescue mission aboard the fabled Ghost Ship ended with Meum gone, all but confirmed dead, and it clearly affected a much of the crew. Joel and Jo had locked themselves in their lab, Saya and Emily were equally distraught, and Frimelda herself had lost all of the infectious energy and teasing coyness she was known for. Instead she listlessly walked through the ship when she wasn't sitting in the dark doing absolutely nothing in her room. Tormenting herself over the whole ordeal aboard that hellish ship. Every refugee that didn't come back was another voice that lurked in the back of her head and asked her "why?". A chorus of sorrowful questioning that played as Meum jumped out of that angel tech tank, into that sea of rotten hell, and finally vanished in brilliant light show over and again.

Miss Hyde. ....Miss Hyde?

Huh...? Oh sorry, was distracted.

I understand, I won't keep you long. I just... wanted to thank you. For keeping my son alive.

It's what I do, I just wish everyone got out of there.

>That was the third person today that personally came to thank her for doing her job. To risk comically absurd injuries and dismemberment so others didn't have to, a duty that she took seriously under that playfulness. She could be put back together, her limbs could be replaced and her organs can be shoved back into her with little issue. Having other people do dumb risky things defeated the purpose of her being around, of her continuing to be, or at least that's how she felt about it deep down when she first joined the crew. Too many youngsters here had less-then-average regard for their own personal safety. She could pinch Joel's face sometimes when he got into those moods of his. Live damn it, you're not even fifty yet.

>After some more small talk, awkwardly trying to step around the elephant dressed in black in the room, the older gentlemen had departed to return to his family.


>Meum had come into her life not long after she'd become officially part of this rag-tag bunch of misfits. Their first meeting being her leaking booze all over her floor after she tried to slam a bottle of whisky when her neck stitching was loose. They'd grown closer since then, sharing a common interest in being flirty and more then a bit promiscuous. That chuckle and smile was burned into Firmelda's mind and helped motivate her more then once when things were looking bleak for her to come back home, even if it was usually in a few pieces.

>Her train of thought continued as she shuffled her way back to her room, making a beeline for her messy bed. She could have made it. But that felt like a colossal undertaking under the best of circumstances, and right now just going to medical deck when her stitches needed to be redone was a draining. Be it Emily or Saya, bless their hearts trying to be supportive even if all they got from her was token joking around to make it seem like wasn't as broken up on the inside as she was yesterday. A lie everyone saw through, but the alternative wasn't something Frimelda wanted to do in public. But alone in her room, she'd allow herself that.
>Reaching over to the nightstand for the universal remote, she tapped the button that would turn on her music player, being some much needed sound into her dim room. And as it was warming up and selecting a song, she rolled over to the opposite side of her bed and embraced the little fox stuffed toy that a certain someone got her for as a gift tightly. Seemed no matter how long it stayed in her room, it still carried the scent of the person who gave it to her. A small comfort, but one that Frimelda needed.

The end of the World - Skeeter Davis (Fallout 4 Release)

>She couldn't help but smile bitterly at the appropriateness of what came on, how appropriate and maddening at the same time. Catchy though, enough that the zombie sang quietly along as she allowed herself to cry.

♪~Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye~♫
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"And I'm glad to know that I'm not as alone as I thought I was, Hayashi Meum," replied Optimus as they began to make their way towards the crystals that had begun to light up, seemingly of their own accord. They walked in silence for a few seconds, the Prime's heavy footsteps carrying weight even in the non-space of wherever they found themselves, but it was evident enough that he was mulling over her question. "A few," he admitted after that brief silence, "but not much to test any of those theories against."

He watched the auroras of impossible lights playing against pseudo-crystalline pathways that kaleidoscoped in and out on themselves, revealing infinite destinations and yet none all at once; if one made the mistake of looking too closely, one could almost swear they glimpsed the back of one's head. "I had wondered if I had at last found my way to the Allspark, and my duty to Cybertron was done," he elaborated at last, "but..." He struggled with how to describe it for a while; it was a feeling an orator like himself wasn't used to. "It didn't feel right, you understand. I sought to consult the Matrix, but it had no answers for me... I suppose the fact it still dwells within me at all should have been knowledge enough that I had not yet moved on." He looked down, pressing two fingers to his chestplate, where the mystical talisman of his race and his very heritage was safely stored. "I wondered if the nature of how I came to be here meant I was in the Pit, or some other ancient trap of the Devourer or the Fallen, but that made little sense, either. Unicron and his servant are ill-served by such... obfuscation as this realm." Something suddenly seemed to occur to him - as suddenly as anything occurred to one that looked like he took careful consideration of every thought he had before acting on it, anyway - and he looked down to his new companion. "Forgive me," he said. "I didn't even ask how you came to be here, too. Perhaps you know something I don't that could help us solve this puzzle together."

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Oh, the important parts are mostly over and done with, and I am most certainly on this ship to help.

>The terminal's screen is already turning on, displaying a stylized maple leaf, with half of it replaced by the letters NERV. A faint tone repeated as the words at the bottom of the logo shined and faded repeatedly.

The Jupiter Empire is just that, an empire seated around the planet Jupiter in the Sol system, where it seems humanity originated. Probably. Maybe. It depends on who you ask, and which argument you walk into.

>The screen flickers, changing to the face of a purple-haired woman, who sighs at the sight of Montgomery and Lucia.

Major Katsuragi here. Irons, this really better be important.

It is for you, Misato, and you are lovely as always. I'm calling in that favor from back on Hemera. There's a Tiamatian ship I need found, not running with their military as far as I know.

>He motions to Lucia with one of his long metal arms, nodding.

This is Miss Lucia Durant of Mundus. The ship in question is the one she is from, and she's trying to find it now. With the details from her, you should be able to get a search going easily.

You're being a lot more selfless with that favor than I expected. You really have changed.

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>Listening to Prime's theories as they moved through the bizarre place she'd nodded a bit taking them into consideration

>Well she probably wasn't a cybertronian herself so she had to discount the allspark theory, and The Pit seemed unlikely too but not ENTIRELY impossible...
>Though on the questioning, she put a finger to her chin and let out a relatively short huff.

Well...I'd been in transwarp space after setting off a transwarp bomb to get rid of this...thing that was trying to consume everything on the ship I was on...would probably try to consume everything if I didn't do something and after plunging it into a sun I just kind of...
>She rubs her arm a bit
there were sparks of energy around the protective armor I was wearing and the next time I woke I was...here.

>she's fairly confused in her statement and she scratches the back of her neck

This clearly isn't transwarp though, so I figure that's not the answer. My best guess is honestly that this is some sort of...border world or something, a reality close enough on the edge of everything that it just kind of pulls in things from there.

>She pauses as she hears something in the distance, her ears suddenly perking up

Wait, do you hear that...?

>There were evident train noises in the distance and not too far off there was music

♪~And you're rushing headlong you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping and there's nothin'
You can do about it
Nothin' you can do
No there's nothin' you can do about it
No there's nothin' you can, nothin' you can
Nothin' you can do about it at all! ~ ♪

...That's Freddie Mercury, what...!

>Maybe it was just a radio or something but even that would be a good sign...!

>And in Meum's experience where there was Rock music from over 300 years ago, there was her sister!
>She'd suddenly speed up practically running off towards it!

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Saya would see Frimelda when she came to be checked out and have her limbs attached. She tried to say something to help, but as the words came out, they just felt empty. Listening to her joke around, the rabbit wanted to yell, get her to to say something anything about how she was really feeling. But the words were caught in her throat. She couldn't do this to her. Even though she knew what it was to lose someone like that.

In the days following this, there would start to be a dark look in her eyes as she was seen walking around the ship and at work. Jo was locked away in her lab. Saya didn't know what she was doing in there, she could only hope that she didn't hurt herself. Momo would do better at helping her than she could.

Finding herself in front of the bar, she thought about going in. "..." Shaking her head, Saya turned away and continued down the hall. Stopping in front of the gym,the rabbit looked down at her hands. "Never again." Opening up the door, she headed inside planning to get stronger and join more missions so that no one else would be lost.

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Optimus nodded slowly, lost in thought as he silently took in the details of her story, such as they were. The details were fuzzy for him as well, but the choice he had made before being ripped from realspace was still clear in his mind, and between that last memory of the Matrix in his hands and the confused jumble of information Meum was able to give him, he was beginning to come up with something resembling a theory.

"Some sort of parallel existence makes sense, yes," he concluded eventually. "A reality that exists alongside our own, sacrosanct except in extreme cases such as ours--

"... Freddie Mercury?"

The headstrong would-be martyr had run ahead while he'd been busy putting his case together, and now he had at least one more question to ponder than he had before her arrival. He considered jogging after her, but that felt like it would be somewhat undignified of him, and so he instead opted for the third option his race was blessed with. The low purr of a cog pulse sounded out as he altformed, his tires miraculously able to find purchase on the ethereal plane just as easily as they would have been able to on the steel of Cybertron, and he rolled slowly after his new companion.

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>Meum skids to a halt as soon as she reaches the source of the music, a massive crystal that seemed to be recently formed

>Lightning sparking around the crystal and at the center the projection of a figure. The figure was of a cybernetic body of half and half, a red half with a blazing red carrying rabbit characteristics that even carried over into a red eye with a stylized rabbit shape to it, the other being a cold cobalt blue vastly mechanical and tankish in design, treads on the foot where the red half had the shape of a rabbit's.

>Meum stares for a few moments, the music the design, the two bottles inside of the belt in the center

...Is that my sister...?

>She questioned raising a brow, touching the crystal for a moment, feeling a shock causing her to recoil for a moment

>Whatever this was it didn't like her body

>And right near by there was a crystal with trains rushing past it's imagery and reflections

>A group of five figures in bright red suits, much simpler than the aforementioned cybernetic one appearing to stand in the center
>Two other figures seemed to be nearby them in the projection but seemingly shrouded and only silhouetted.

...Well, I think I know where we are.

>She'd state, eyes narrowed and rubbing the bridge of her nose as she remembered the notes she'd heard both her father and her sister prattle on and on about

Inari's fucking whiskers this is stupid...

>She'd wait to be sure the truck following her had come to a stop and was near by enough to see the projections these crystals were showing

I don't know whether these sorts of images will mean anything to you- after all it's not like Riders and Rangers are particularly known for having interacted with cybertronians....

but if you do know about them, you might just be able to guess where we are

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There was another cog pulse as Optimus protoformed back, but he didn't answer Meum immediately. He looked at the reflections, taking in the proud silhouettes and the esoteric rail stations, but they meant nothing to him. They only presented another riddle in a place that had proven to be full of them. "I am afraid, Hayashi Meum," he said thoughtfully, "that I am no closer to understanding the nature of this place than I was before." He looked down at her, the Matrix-blue of his optics glinting with the light of the crystalline auroras around them. "Please, enlighten me."

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>Meum heaves out a short huff and rubs the side of her arm a bit

This...is the Morphin Grid, according to my Dad and Sister's notes on this, it's basically the dimension formed from the...Force that connects all those sorts of Transforming heroes, The Power Rangers, Kamen Riders, Pretty Cure, The Space Sheriffs, even some of the Knights of the Solstar order, they all have their own unique power sources but it all gets channeled through and recorded...here. Supposedly some of them even travel through here briefly to transform, or well, maybe Transmute would be a better term here given it's something entirely different from your race's trademark ability.

>She looks all around and blinks a few times taking it all in

...This is the reason why those sorts of people, be they heroes, monsters, or anything else show that kind of power without measure, a sort of power and force that before them had never been seen before.

I'm not sure how you got here Prime, but my guess is the device I was holding mimicked the grid's transwarp signature enough to draw me in...maybe it's something similar with The Matrix?

>She slowly started to approach the crystals with the trains, hand slowly moving towards one of the shrouded figures

...I wonder...maybe we can get in contact with my Dad this way, given he and my sister study the grid so much maybe they can find a way to punch a hole in it and get us out?

>Though as she touched the silhouetted figure she'd suddenly feel her body lighten and soften a bit, her body suddenly starting to glow orange

wait what's...!

>She seemingly started to get pulled towards the crystal, panicking immensely as her eyes went wide

Wait No no...!
>A part of her could feel something, something more physical and tangible than the grid...was she being transported out?
>But she had to make sure Prime could get out!
>She willed herself into place for the moment, looking to Optimus
Something in these crystals is tugging on me...!
>Abandoning Prime here just felt innately wrong
If I can get in contact with my family through whatever is going on here, I'll get you out okay? That's a promise.

>Though not knowing what was happening she was still reluctant to let the force pull her in and she was just standing there shaking a bit with orange lightning covering her semi-transparent form and seeming to form tethers between it and the crystal

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He started forward to help her, alarm welling in his chest as she struggled, but either intuition or something much deeper than that deterred him. This was meant to be. He tried to accept it gracefully, but it was difficult, even for him, to accept that the one person he'd seen in... whatever untold amount of time he'd spent here was already being taken from him.

Even if it was difficult, that didn't mean he failed.

"Do what you must, Meum," he said, raising a hand to her in quiet salute. The least he could do for her now was ease her return... and all he could do for himself was hope she was as good to her word as he felt she would be.

... well... that wasn't entirely true.

"Hayashi Meum," he addressed her again, and as he did so it felt like he rose to a height greater than his own, granted a gravitas that could almost be felt even in the way he spoke. "I would ask something of you before you go. It is something I must know." He hesitated for a moment.

"... Does Cybertron stand?"

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>She buckled back a bit at the salute, pull bringing her back further

>Struggling to keep coherent she managed to stutter out an answer

>She knew the state cybertron was in...it was just on the edge of being pulled into the Jovian conflict, but it stood.

>Thanks in no small part to the leaders she'd heard discussed, and two of them had since earned her respect with what she had heard.

...Yes. thanks to Megatron and Rodimus Prime, cybertron stands, but there's a threat still looming-

>She's tugged back and almost faded completely at this point

With Starscream's approach as one of the three heads

>Static as she fades in and out

Cybertron-SNRTZ WOR- could be- danger from

>Before she becomes just a bright beam of orange light that gets zapped through the crystal, she eeks out a last phrase

The Jupiter Empire-

>And with that she's jolted out of the grid in a way much more violent than how she'd faded in

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And so he was alone again. He let silence enjoy its dominion for what had to have been at least a minute or so, simply watching the ghosts of the Grid play along the walls as they faded back into their pseudo-reality, almost looking satisfied at a job well done.



Those names gave him pause. He knew how much of it could be attributed to plain, illogical bias; he remembered the sort of people they'd both once been, but that was several aeons and one war past now. He was shocked that their planet, their people, could forgive them for what had transpired during the war... but perhaps that was thanks to Rodimus. No, he corrected himself, Rodimus Prime. It seemed that, if he ever did escape this place, there would be need of a proper passing of the torch. An official one.

Besides, he thought with a bit of a smile behind that iconic faceplate, they know more of what has happened than I. Who am I to play judge when I don't know what has happened? Perhaps I will be the one who needs to seek Cybertron's forgiveness, not they.

It was a sobering train of thought, but it was an appropriate one to bring him into mulling over what Meum had managed to tell him about the Jupiter Empire. His brow furrowed, such as it could. What little he knew of his planet's state paled in comparison to the state of the galaxy at large. If they were enough of a power to threaten his home, then it was possible he couldn't afford to simply stand by and wait to be rescued... but what else could he do?

The silence was broken at last as Optimus let out a weary sigh, a silent declaration of how helpless he felt that was now a secret between himself and the ghosts of the Grid. All of those new concerns aside, at least the one he'd been most consumed by since his internment here no longer had any power over him.

"Cybertron stands."

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>Momo had a lot of time to herself since Jo had refused visitors and shut herself in her lab. It was not time wasted, as there were many duties needed to be attended to and the handmaiden picked up slack where she found it. The impact of Meum's loss was felt through the whole ship in one form or another, in varying degrees, and the rabbit had felt like there was little she could do to help or ease the pain for anyone. This lead her to attempt to understand the circumstances that lead to Meum's disappearance, the science of Trans-warp and such. A habit she had when met with a problem she couldn't solve, try and learn about something related to that particular problem for another solution. Unfortunately, while she was a woman of many talents, a great understanding of scientific studies was not among them. Whatever data she found on the subject quickly went over her head and was left her more in the dark about it then she was before. The only real headway she made was in contacting one of the ships resident technical experts, and Kasumi did her best to process the mess of letters she read into sensible plain words.
>They'd had just finished summarizing the text over voice chat and Momo was expressing her gratitude.

Thank you for trying to guide me through this Lady Kasumi... unfortunately, I seem no closer to understanding any of it.

I didn't think it would, you can't just learn something like that overnight and expect to know all about it.

I had not intended to become an instant expert, only...

Only that you might find a way to bring Meum back or help others find it themselves?

...As wishful a thought that it is, that was my intention. Was it so easy to see?

You and at least five other people feel the exact same way. No one really wants to accept Meum is gone, not yet anyway.

You're not among them then?

No I'm not. Death is something we have to accept as part of what we do. Be it rescuing people or fighting the empire, not everyone is going to come back home every time, if we can't come to accept that then we won't be able to win this war.

>Momo didn't replay right away. She wasn't stunned or upset by the response, rather it was the reality of the situation spoken logically if a bit coldly. If she didn't know better, she'd have thought Kasumi had seen all too much death herself to get that viewpoint. Still, she wouldn't begrudge her for how she handled the situation. After closing the call, Momo decided to get to the next thing on her list; a latter to Shigeru, Lady Jo and Meum's father. He had to know what had happened.

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>Tycho smirked as the second arm was finished up, Circe starting to attach it with fingertips that spewed a web of welding lasers, the prosthetic being synthesized out of liquid metal and light. Honestly a cool process to watch, though Serad would know nothing about that. Instead, he'd hear Tycho laugh, sounding... amused.
"Oh boy... Well, it's not really surprising. M'teikk's a little slimeball, made of oil and knives, cutting little pieces out of everyone around him. Not surprising he finally cut out the Wolf and took top spot for himself."
>Tycho said, flexing his arm as it was reattached. Repaired enough to move around, he unhooked himself from his chains, walking on his hands to the dropped turkey leg. Holding it in his mouth, he jumped up to a table to look Serad in the eye as he munched, sitting on his ass as Circe prepared to fix every other part of him that was busted.
"S'a problem, to be sure. I can only fear what'd happen if they were to team up. A weapon like Atlas, a thinker like M'teikk... it'd be a force that'd make the Jupes sweat."
>He said, shaking his head, before nodding over to Circe, who'd been listening with polite curiosity. Tycho just grinned.
"We're what... Seven or eight people they're after? We're fucked! Might as well drink and whore and smoke while we have the time. Run while we can. Fight and die when the time comes! Pretty great plan if you ask me."
>He said, grinning and laughing. It was forced though, a strain of stress behind it.

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>Walking up to the door leading to Kasumi's, Saya straightened out her lab coat. Reaching out to open, the door, she checked herself over one more time before opening the door. Walking in, she looked around the room as she closed the door.
<Now where could she be in here right now?
>Folding her arms as she continued deeper into the room, Saya's ears twitched slightly.
Hey Kasumi, where are you in here?
>Turning towards where Kasumi's computer was, she continued walking. Letting out a yawn, the rabbit spotted her bed and decided to go over and sit down on it and wait.

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>The call with Momo and Kasumi was already back to work. The items obtained from the fabled ghost ship could prove valuable even if the cost was so high. Or maybe it was because of that that the girl was determined to find even a shred of useful data among the scraps the rescue team returned with. The weapons and the tank remained with Asterio, effectively cutting the work in half but even then it as slow progress. Several plate-like objects that were buried amongst the weapons, odd cubes, and bricks of clay of all things, according to Asterio they matched descriptions of data storage devices found on Echidna by their Angelic Research Institute. However, it was only a theory, as no one had been able to crack them yet. So spent was the better part of her week trying to find a way in, method by method, trick by trick and so far nothing.

At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if "Open Sesame" would be what made these things sing...

>Unfortunately, the plates that sat before on her workshop table did not so much as do a little jig for her and the girl could only groan. She was used to being able to make even unfamiliar technology dance to her whims within a day of messing with it. Being stumped was a new feeling to her, having it punctuated by the bitter loss of a member of the crew only made all the more frustrating.

>That's when Saya had walked into her room, grabbing her attention away from the stubborn angelic technology. She had a guest now... maybe it would do her well to take a short break and come back to this puzzle with fresh eyes.

Oh, Saya. I'm in my workshop, just a moment!

>Getting up from her chair, the young woman made her way over to the bed Saya had sat on and welcomed her properly now that they could talk face to face.

Hello there, just paying me a visit?

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Of a sort.
>Giving her a smile that was soon dropped, Saya stood up. Looking around the room a little, she lowered one of her ears.

But I can guess you've been busy lately. All that stuff that came from that ship has to be checked out huh? But really I came in here to check up on you. I wanted to make sure that you were actually getting rest and eating well.

>Looking behind her at the bed, she patted it slightly before turning to face Kasumi again.

And I kinda just wanted to sit down and talk with you for a while. It kinda has been a good while and I do have some time where I'm not needed at the medbay. So how about it, do you think you could spare some time for me today?

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Very busy but nothing to show for it yet.

>The young techie takes a seat next to her rabbit eared friend. As she did so, a serving platter on thin metallic legs strode over with a slice of cold pizza and a can of Hetap for it's creator.

It's easier to remember to eat and sleep when I'm not making as much progress as I should be.

>Grabbing the pizza and soda, she takes a bite of the cold day old food. Ever since Saya managed to find her way into Kasumi's room pre-front-door era, she'd regularly check in and make sure she was still alive and in good health.

>She was fine with it, the two had more then enough in common to make the meet ups eventful.

I haven't been able to get them to work yet. I thought it'd be as simple as finding to trick to make them tick, like when I got into the ghost ship's systems. But no, there's a whole new puzzle to solve with those black plates and i'm worried I only got half the pieces.

>There had to be a way to read them, but for all she knew that tech could have been lost in whatever event caused the Angels to poof out of existence in the first place.

What about things on your end Saya? How's everyone holding up?

>Oh, she knew full well how everyone was. But she could only see so far with her electric eyes inside her fortress of solitude. Someone on the outside would have a better perspective.

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"Oil and kniv-- What the fu--"

The hybrid's internal monologue would translate to little more on the outside than a slight squint as his head tilted to one side, but he didn't pursue the metaphor any further than that for now. "Yeah, well," Serad grunted, "he figured he'd be out of his damn Ferasan mind to mutiny in the middle of a Protectorate heist. Honestly, he probably wasn't wrong about that, either; first mistake was assuming someone who gene-spliced his own race into existence was using any sort of rationale that I care to understand."

He snorted, but whether it was at his own jab or one of Tycho's pronouncements was uncertain. "Hopefully their egos won't allow for it, but I'm past hanging my hat on hope. If we're getting off this planet alive, then it's not through anything but the Starspark being void-ready before M'Teikk gets his continent-glassing pants on."
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>Sitting back down as Kasumi sat, she rested an elbow on her leg and leaned onto it as she listened.
Well at least you are taking care of yourself right now. And yeah, guess something like that would be hard to work with if you don't have everything that's needed for it. But I'm sure that you'll be able to figure it out.

>Leaning back and placing her hands down on the bed to grab the edges of it, Saya looked up as she thought about the past week.

About the others...I really don't know how most of them are doing right now. I haven't really been talking much to anyone for most of this week. All I know is that what happened has hit a lot of us hard. Some harder than others. Some of them are in really bad places right now. As for myself....

>Shaking her head a little, the rabbit turned to look at her.

You don't have to worry about me...I'll be fine. But really, how are you doing right now?

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>Tycho smirked as Circe began working on something that quickly took shape as a leg, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, what with the new lungs, I can get up there and try and stop him. Don't like my chances."
>Circe took this moment to speak up.
"Well, if Atlas gets here, there'll be nothing left of the planet. He'll likely find a way to destroy it, just to cover his tracks. I don't think we need to worry about individual continents."
>She said, helpfully as she continued to work. Sobering up, Tycho wiped his hands.
"Right then. Finish my legs faster, so I can help lift the ship out of the pit. We need to run away, right fucking now."
>Tycho said, cementing his position. He wasn't up for that kind of fight twice.

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>How was she doing? No better or worse then the day before she got the news. Did it hurt? Yeah of course it did but she processed it all to quickly and went to work like she always did. Working feverishly on this new technology in her possession was normal for her. Even if it was so Meum's death wouldn't be in vain, it would probably no different if she was still with them.

It's a death of someone I know personally, something I've been use to for a long time.

>Pulling on the tab to open her can of soda, the girl takes a ship as she looks off at the fair wall of her room at nothing in particular.

I don't know if that makes me mature beyond my years or heartless. Maybe both.

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>Saya didn't say anything as Kasumi spoke about how she felt before facing forward. Lowering her gaze to the floor, she swung her legs a little.

It makes you you Kasumi. Everyone has different way of dealing with the death of someone they know. Don't call yourself heartless because of it. If anything, I-

>Shaking her head, she lifted her ears back up and let out a sigh. Letting go of the mattress, the rabbit looked at her hands and closed them.

I know its something that's bad to get used to. But sometimes something like that just happens. Don't know why, don't know how but it happens. And even if you are just mature beyond your years, you..

>Resting her arms on her lap, she leaned forward continuing to stare at the floor in front of her.

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>Lucia wanted to ask Montgomery more questions about all this, but one - she didn't want to bombard the man with all that, especially since he was busy, and two - she was immediately distracted by the odd symbol on the screen and the new face that popped up on it. All Lucia could really do was give the woman a wave and a rather awkward smile as Montgomery introduced her.

"Ah hold on a moment--!"

>Lucia shook her head and brought her hands up, waving them in hopes to stop her rather helpful new friend in his statement.

"It actually is not a ship of Tiamatian origin, it simply has one as a captain. It is a ship he traded his for in the hopes we could not be tracked so easily... It did work out for a time at least.."

>A nervous little laugh bubbled up from her, now realizing such a vague statement would probably come with questions about just who exactly she was. She quickly focused her attention on the woman on the screen, describing the ship in quite a bit of detail, remarking the most notable part of it was that it certainly wasn't the type of ship one would expect a Tiamatian to be captain of.

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>There wasn't really much Kasumi could say to that, so she lets the silence prevail for the time being. Taking another sip of her soda, she leans onto her friend.

Did you want some pizza or maybe water?

>They could at least share a meal while they were sitting in the quite room together.

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>Looking up from the floor when Kasumi leaned on her, Saya looked over to her. Wrapping an arm around her, the rabbit nodded.

You know what, both sound good right about now. I think I may have forgotten to eat enough today.

>Giving her a smile, Saya patted her shoulder before looking over to the serving platter.
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That'd explain why we didn't catch sight of it. There's too many ships for us to spot one that might have a Tiamatian captain at a glance.

Plus, this shows we might be right that matters in the Tiamatian Empire are... more complicated than they seem at a glance.

>A second of awkward silence passes as Misato taps away at a keyboard, focusing on something off-camera.

Alright, we should have the search going before long. Here's hoping it works out, I guess. I'll pass on any information we get.

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>It wasn't long before the little robot came with warm pizza and an ice cold bottle of water for Kasumi's guest. It's creator meanwhile took at look at the inch thick black plate in her hand, the object that frustrated her to no end.

Tell me your secrets you damn thing...

>Unsurprisingly the object did not replay, which made the girl grown in frustration.

Why even make it this size anyway? I've seen 300 year old laser discs that are more compact...

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>Picking up the bottle, Saya pressed the side of it against her forehead. Looking over to the plate in Kasumi's hand, she moved the bottle to the side of her neck.

Is that what you were working on when I got here?

>Looking the plate over, the rabbit opened the bottle and took a sip. Closing it back up, Saya stared intently at the plate.

Maybe the size has to do with how much it holds. I wouldn't know, this is the first time I've ever seen something like this.

>Picking up the slice of warm pizza, Saya took a bite and continued to look at the plate in Kasumi's hand.

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Yeah that's what I thought too, but the way Angels... or well, I guess they're actually called Virtum, encoded data is more efficient then what we use today. That's not even going into the kind of tech they have at their disposal...

>The girl frowns as she turns it over, causing it to rattle slightly, and stares at the two white circular indentations the plate had on that side.

No, the design is intentional. I just need to learn why...

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>Placing the pizza slice back down on the plate, Saya put a finger to her chin in thought.
This is really confusing, cause I can hear something moving around in there as you move it. But still.. I wonder what that could be and what it holds.

>Reaching out , she poked it before blinking in confusion.

Um.. could I take a closer look at that Kasumi? I just want to get a better look at it.

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>With a sigh, Kasumi passes over the mystery relic with a grumble.

Like a ratting right? Like there's something loose moving around inside slightly.

>Maybe Saya could figure it out, as much as that stung her pride.

Hopefully whatever's inside isn't just a smaller container...
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>Taking hold of it, she lifted up to one of her ears and shook it gently. Hearing a rattle inside of it, Saya lowered it down to get a better look.

Yeah,that's what it sounds like to me. And it doesn't sound like a container inside to me.

>Poking at one of the white dots, she saw that it was deeper than she had thought.

Maybe there's something in the stuff that was taken from that ship. You know, something that might help with this?

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