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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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>Zephyr looked at the mechanical construct trying to appeal to his emotions. He gave a heavy sigh, before narrowing his eyes. The helmet around his head reconstructed itself with a metallic thunk.
"Being sorry doesn't bring those people back, Raphael. So if you want to help, cut the waterworks, and get us to the engines."
>He said, before turning on his heel and waiting for the doors to open.
"If you want to resupply Meum, now's the time. I've got a few more flashbangs and two more clips before I'm down to pistols... you're not hiding any magical superpowers I don't know about right?"

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>That change, so abrupt...

>Meum lets out a small groan and a sigh, folding her arms and rubbing the side of her arm.

>She didn't want to deal with this, she wasn't going to, this was such a hyperbolic reaction...

>Meum lets out a soft sigh

Right let's just...

get this over with, please?


I know some flame spells and some charms I used in Idol work back on my home planet, not really useful on those things, I figure.

>she rubs the side of her arm

Honestly kind of wishing I took some of my sister's stuff at this point, that probably would've helped a bit more than my particular fields.

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Trust me, you'd have to actively try to be as much of a nuisance as some of the people we've got. And that's just the active crew!

>He snorts to himself, taking the controls as they lift off, heading for space with easy grace.

So, what brings you out here? Not much traffic in these parts.

>Tapping some more controls, a map flashes up across a larger screen, indicating a set of coordinates.

Just a short transwarp hop away, too. Lucky.

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>Lucia let out with a sigh of relief and got settled in, glad Joel didn't try to pry any further about her answer. She turned her attention back to the display, glad to be in much more familiar surroundings. Unfortunately, the nervous fidgeting returned, though she did her best to hide it.

Oh, well... Like I said, my crew and I were trying to get into Protectorate territory. Well mostly me. My brother wanted to go on further and not bother with them. I really hope he and the others are okay... I will have to try and contact them as soon as we get to this Lost Light. If I can even reach them...

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Could be, only major addition I could think of lately.

>He knocks it, a hollow noise ringing from inside, clear and resonant.

He said he thought it was valuable, couldn't remember much more. You know drunks like that.

>He gestures towards her, and the map.

Can't get it open myself, maybe you can?

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Yeah, we should be able to help you out there if y'want.

>As they exit the planet's atmosphere and move to leave the system, the viewscreen dims, a strange light looming through it. With a shudder, the viewscreen dims to a solid black, obscuring the stars outside.

Successful jump to transwarp. Best not to look out there, can mess you up. Just a couple hours, anyhow. Any questions about anything? Need something? Don't got the best food selection onboard, but I've got some snacks, bit of a drinks cupboard.

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>Lucia just flashed Joel another smile, her nervousness diminishing again.

I would greatly appreciate that. I know my brother is going to worry quite a bit and he has enough stress to deal with as it is.

>She set her hand against her chin as she thought, but she honestly didn't know what to ask first. This was all still a little overwhelming and sudden to her. She just shrugged and shook her head.

Nothing that comes to mind at the moment I am afraid. And no, I am fine, but thank you. I just need to get settled in somewhere and get my bearings.

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>The grenade explodes in a huge wave of flame and heat and the vines around the door were quickly reduced ashes. Just as quickly was the way cleared did the doors into the next room open.

Go go go go!!

>The hologram quickly rushed inside with the other two hopefully not far behind cause those monstrosities were nearly on top of them!

>But once the the other two got in, they'd pass through the air lock and into the "Specimen Laboratory." True to it's name, the group found themselves inside of a long hallway with smaller rooms separated by glass-like walls on either side of the hall. Inside of these rooms were countless pieces of strange unknown equipment and other items one would expect to find in a research center.
>The only unsettling thing was how dark and quiet it was...

>And just as quickly as the pair told her to stop crying did the AI do exactly that, doing yet another one eighty into compliance with Zephyr's request to open the door.

Very well, one moment.

>The doors in the opposite side of the airlock slide open and the pair have finally found themselves in their destination; the engine room.

>Amongst the massive machinery that the two could only assume were engines to move the ship through the void, the very center of the room held a giant pedestal above which a black sphere within two golden rings floated in the air. The orbiting rings and orb twisted, bent, and twitched in incomprehensible ways, the colour around it faded to aged black and white, lights from above seemed to be sucked into the orb itself...

That's the Pulse Driver. We have one hour and thirty minutes to-- mend, fix, restore, service-- repair it before it's next malfunction...

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Why would I be able to open it?

>She questioned incredulously

>Hearing the rattling inside, she put a finger to her chin and pondered to herself...

Are we even sure it's something that opens?

>She starts to dust the thing off, raising a brow

Maybe we should get it x-rayed or something...?

>The runes on her arm glow slightly when she rubs her hand over it

Uhhh, well, that's a surprise.

>Suddenly the dirt and grime on the box wick away, the rust vanishing and several chunks and pieces of the box rearranging their places.

>There's now a clearly defined latch at the top of the box and a glowing orange sigil, resembling an artistic mix of some sort of insectoid and an organic cell.

>Afterwards, Motorcade fell backwards and shuddered a bit

>Her entire body seemed to almost crackle for a few moments, seeming to briefly have a sort of staticy television type look briefly.

>Once that's over, she dusts herself off...

well, that was.... weird

>she rubs the side of her arm only now getting a proper look at what changed with the box, she's out of sorts

>Doesn't really have any reaction, processors still too muddled and jumbled from whatever that was to give an actual response
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>At the call of "go go go go!", Logan went went went went. Blind firing a few of those Dragon's Breath shotshells behind him just to give those Hell Ents something to think about.

>Once they were through, Logan took a moment to appreciate the newfound quiet, and also to get a quick read on his surroundings.

>First of all, it was dark as hell in here. Logan flipped something on his helmet to activate some kind of low-light mode on his visor. Second of all, whatever was in those sub-rooms, it probably wasn't worth investigating. Especially with the time pressure crawling up their collective asses.

"Okay, let's just fuckin' move. Lest one of these machines transforms into a Gatling turret and chews us into shit."

>On that note... Logan unloaded the partially emptied dragon's breath magazine from his shotgun and swapped it out for a magazine full of slugs. While he was at it, he shuffled through his kit to see if there was a Bluescreen grenade or something for the launcher

>God he was falling in love with that thing! He might just have to add it to his standard kit once this is over.

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That's bullshit, but I guess I'm stuck believing it.

>He watches the strange events impassively, reacting in as deadpan a voice as he always has.

Well, you seem to be mostly fine. So...

>Slowly, he takes the box once more, peering over the strange symbol curiously.

Huh, the hell is that? Looks familiar.

>As he opens the latch, the lid creaks open as if on it's own, an orange light spilling out with nearly blinding radiance.

The fuck.

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>Inside the box there appeared to be what almost looked like diamond cut gemstone glowing like a burning hot ember of coal, around the size of a larger cybertronian's fist

>around it inside the box there seemed to be plant life growing contained by the box itself

...Grind this is going to sound crazy but, crossreference that symbol through autopedia's religious pages, if you could, because I think I know what the fuck you won in that card game

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>Zephyr looked up at the arcane contraption, his mind tracing the arcs of power and channels where space and time were blended, fragmented, and reforged. He went over every incantation and charm he knew in a second, cross referencing them with every piece of advanced tech he’d run into.
>He has no idea how it worked.
“What needs to be fixed? And if we can’t fix it, how do we break it?”
>He asked, with grin determination.

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Close call...

>she said, tuning her weapon.

>thankfully her neuroptics allowed for night vision, making it easier to see in the otherwise pitch blackness of the ship.

>on her radar, she made attempts to pick up anything that might be in hiding.

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>Late night on the farm was one of the few times that Merik could really get any peace, these days.

>That wasn't as much of a complaint as it sounded, really he was actually quite pleased to be getting as much of a workout as he was. The vast amount of sparring opportunities he had to take advantage of was miles better than merely training on his own, or play fighting with Galanga, even if he liked Galanga considerably more than he liked the others.

>But it was unfair to compare them. Galanga was family, they weren't so much.

>His makeshift students had shown improvement. Circe's form was coming along, her attitude to combat being begrudgingly dragged behind it. Spina was very slowly starting to make things wider than her index finger, and the occasional addition of Serad for some impromptu combat training had lead to some considerable growth in power level.

>Whether or not it would be good enough for Atlas was what he was troubling himself with now, on the edge of sleep as he stared up into the roof. He couldn't sleep today. It was an uncommon problem depending on the severity of his training sessions, but today in particular, he couldn't sleep. And so Merik stayed awake, his brain plagued by doubts of their upcoming adversary, and the uncomfortable pervasive feeling of unease that had lodged itself within him.

>What he dearly wished for right now, was a distraction.

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>Well, when you see a shooting star, you should be very, very careful what you wish for. The streak of fire that lit up his window was brighter than most falling stars. It probably didn’t burn up on the fall... and Merik didn’t hear the distant thump of it hitting the ground. The night was quiet after that, the wind whistling through the farm quietly, until Merik would hear the rapping of knuckles on glass, someone knocking on his window. When he looked through, he’d see a smug smile, the old Saiyan outside at once a stranger and alarming, whitened with age as he was.
“Beautiful night, isn’t it?”
>The stranger asked, leaning against the house in midair, one arm raised. This wasn’t Atlas, but the shiny sheen of his skin and the visible joints in the muscles... it was a perfect robotic recreation of a Saiyan. It couldn’t be anyone else’s handiwork.
“Get out here. I just wanna talk.”

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>The knock on the window made him jump. Merik leapt out of his bed and stared over at the face in the window, a fighter's stance adopted. Completely ignoring that he was naked, Merik glared at the new arrival. Saiyan...ish. He looked too...sleek, artificial, but close enough to the species he'd known, but with a trace of...Circe. That was like her.

...Who are you, what do you want?

>He ignored the command, instead holding his ground and sizing the man up. Was this the work of Circe's adversary? It seemed likely. She hadn't been shy about what she'd dealt with previously, and he seemed more than capable of...whatever he'd done to the new arrival. As old as he looked, even a very old Saiyan did not dull too much in combat skills and strengths, so what on Earth was this Atlas capable of...?

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>Tycho let out a sigh, and grinned. He shouldn’t of expected any less. He’d flown over this planet and sensed all sorts of things... other stars, half breeds and holy weapons and a planet full of nasty wildlife besides.
>But none of it had excited him more than what he’d used to be. A full blooded Saiyan, something he could really sink his fists into. He grinned like a madman just fantasizing it.
“You don’t listen so good. I said I want to talk. As for who I am? I’m Tycho. Or I used to be. Pretty sure I still am. Either way, you’re gonna get out here, or I’m going in. Your choice.”
>He said in a calm voice, though it sounded raspy. The metallic skin was so subtle it was only by its sheen it was visible, the deep red channels on his body glowing with inner energy as he lifted his other arm to cradle his head, leaning back besides the window, relaxing.

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>...Straightforward. Merik's mouth twitched in what could almost be called a smile, though his stance didn't falter. A conversation was fine, even in the dead of night with...whatever was left of this Tycho...But it made him cautious nonetheless. It was suspicious for someone as cruel as he'd been informed about to just...let a subordinate open talks.

>He could ignore him. And fight back. Fenra and Galanga couldn't be that hard to wake up fast, and the three of them together could probably take anybody down. But if he was in league with Atlas as he looked...Then he couldn't risk it. If they were both off guard then, well it scarcely bared thinking about. Merik gritted his teeth. As much as it annoyed him, for now, he had to follow him. It was better for him to fight alone for now than to risk anybody else.

>But he wouldn't go down so easily. A chance to test his power truly...might be good.

Very well. I will dress, and then I'll meet you outside.

You would at least afford me the chance to some privacy while I change?

>Not waiting for an answer, Merik began removing a fresh set of armour from his draws and changing into it. While it was phrased as a question, his tone brooked no argument. He was going to change and that was final. Under no circumstances was he planning on fighting nude.

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>Tycho hadn’t been looking in the first place, but gave an arm wave of acknowledgement. He was silent, until Merik had come outside. When he had, Merik saw that the large Saiyan had descended to the ground. He was shirtless, and a pair of baggy pants made of some sort of silk were bloodstained from the recent surgery... sure enough, his feet looked flesh and blood enough, as did portions of his chest. Both arms had been blown off though, and were replaced with shining replicas.
“I’m not going to pretend I’m not here to kill you. You know who sent me.”
>He said, hands in his pockets as he walked barefoot. Tycho was enormous, even for Saiyans... easily head and shoulders over Merik, and he didn’t seem to be bothered by being shirtless in the cold.
“But I was sent to wipe out the girl’s friends, and bring her head back. Head’s the only important part anyway. Bastard that took me apart and put me back together didn’t say how I go about doing the job.”
>He said smirking as he kept walking, before turning his head over his shoulder to look Merik in the eye.
“You’re not scared, are you?”
>He said, in a collected, calm voice, with just a hint of excitement. There was a wild fervor behind those eyes, just barely tempered and controlled by age and experience.

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>It was indeed a beautiful night.

>The stars twinkled overhead. Cloudless, unimpeded. Merik stared across at Tycho, both stood on the grassy plains outside Fenra's house. It was hard to keep an eye on him though, as the surroundings lit by moonlight and framed in shadow were strikingly attractive. Perhaps it would be worth attempting to go back to his paintbrushes again with this scene in mind...?

>...But the pressing matters for now. Evenas Merik's eyes wandered across the silent farmlands, he listened to Tycho's explanation. It was what he had expected, and nothing less. That was good though, he had nothing extra to worry about then. As huge as the man was, as blaze as he seemed about his cybernetic form...It felt almost comforting. A Saiyan, strong and simply ordinary. The right attitude, the right frame of mind...for the battles he loved so much.

Of course not, I have no intention of losing.

>The smile that had been threatening to break out on his face finally manifested. He couldn't have asked for a greater test of his skill. A true fight with an opponent planning to kill him was a little more old fashioned than he cared for, but the opportunity was undeniable...!

>A thought broke through the fog of war. In amongst the anxieties of his capabilities compared to his companions, and what could become of his family...There was a salient point. He turned to look at the farmlands, and then back at the farmhouse itself, before Merik looked back at Tycho.

I'd prefer a different arena. The effort I've spent on these plants would be wasted if we ripped them up in our fight.

>While a small part of this was correct, mostly he wanted to stop Galanga and Fenra being caught in the crossfire if the battle got too...Explosive. If they had a nice wide open space, he wouldn't have to worry about their wellbeing and could fight as hard as he wished. If he was accommodating enough to wake up the target of his assassination, then surely this too?

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>Tycho smiled at that. This one had been raised right. He could smell it in the air, feel it in his sickened blood. Merik’s could hear the metal in his fist groan as Tycho clenched his fist hard enough to grind the metal fingers into sparks.
“Good. It'd be shameful to fight someone whimpering the whole time. Take me wherever you think you've got the most advantage boy. I'll follow."
>He said, grinning widely. Were Merik to fly, Merik would find that Tycho was able to keep pace with him sprinting on the ground. The massive man pumped his arms, mechanical parts groaning as his feet kicked up giant clods of dirt in their passage. Occasionally he'd jump, easily reaching the altitude that Merik was at.
"Either I die making sure you're strong enough to kill that bastard..."
"Or I kill all of you, and kill him myself! Either way, it'll be a great fight!"
"And either way, someone gets to take it out of Atlas's bony metal ass!"

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>... That couldn't be what it looked like right?

>But what else could it be?

... Alright so instead of flipping out and going batshit over the unstable materials being used to power the ship I'm going to keep my calm by not calling it what it is and instead using the much more benign scientific name.

>She rubs the bridge of her nose

First, Zeph, I I've got the feeling we definitely don't want to blow that up.

>She let's out a soft sigh...

So we should probably figure out how to extract those rings and realign them so that they aren't constantly phasing into The singularity theyre orbiting.

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>Merik snorted at the 'whimpering' remark but said nothing more. If he wanted to expend effort on his trash talk, then so be it. But Merik would focus on the fight. Nodding in response to Tycho's agreement, Merik ascended quickly, and flew across the landscape with no ceremony or fuss.

>No bright lights or aura accompanied his flying, but that's because he knew where he was going and had no need to rush. Instead he examined his opponent, who didn't fly after him, but instead leapt along behind him. How puzzling. It was an extremely rare Saiyan that didn't fly, and it tended to be for the reason of 'couldn't' rather than a choice. Perhaps he had some defect in his ki manipulation that made him unable? If that was the case, then it was unlikely he'd be a match for anybody, but being as old as he was, and that Atlas had recruited him...

>Merik frowned as he started to touch down on the empty grassy plain that he'd selected as their location. It had been unconscious really, but Merik recognised the hill, he recognised the mountains and the river that flowed nearby. Perhaps his thoughts turning to his arts had affected him, but this was where he'd first met Bonnie...And where that accursed drawing had been made.

>Merik's fist clenched slightly and his teeth grit. before he calmed down. He really needed to get that back at some point, but the fight came first. He turned around to look at Tycho, who had been sprinting along beneath him, and folded his arms.

This will do. I'm ready when you are.

>His arms unfolded, and Merik crouched. Keeping his hands open and palms facing outwards, it was almost like he was going in for a grab, but Merik's position held. A fiery white aura flickered into life around him, lighting the area and showing his willingness to fight. It was entirely up to Tycho from that point to talk, or attack. Come what may, Merik's steely glared never wavered or broke. He just waited for the oncoming storm.

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>Tycho responded by cracking his knuckles, stretching out his arms in front of him. Thoroughly stretched out, he gave a wide grin, crossing his arms.
"Before we begin, I want you to know this isn't personal. Atlas has a blender switch on my heart. He flips it, my heart shreds, so I can't be holding back."
>He said, before he exploded.
>He didn't get into stance at all. His inner power simply started rising, his eyes immediately blanking over white as his inner energy erupted. The nova around him was like a righteous red flame, rising into the air like a pillar of holy fire... it had to be an aura a hundred feet tall at the very least, and it cracked the ground where he stood. Slowly, the pillar receded, the white in his eyes remaining as his energy was reduced... the heat of it didn't abate, but the force of it was quelled, wrangled back into Tycho's mortal shell until no visible aura remained, other the air shimmering with heat around him. His muscles didn't bulge or grow, but the audible groaning of metal trying to contain his power was audible over the almost silent sound... He wasn't giving off energy anymore. He was bottling it all up.
>Tycho had no more words. He just beckoned Merik forward, fingers curling in a taunting gesture, before he crossed them again.

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>Seeing the two take caution with what they were dealing with, the AI takes a moment to explain the basic mechanics of the device before them.

Pulse Drivers work by utilising the gravitational pull of a black hole to cause a ripple in space space and time. The ship is-- conveyed, transferred, moved, taken-- carried through the 3rd and 4th dimensions in a similar manner to a leaf being moved be a ripple in an otherwise still pond. It's rather simple once you understand the math behind it... well, for the Virtum anyway...

Currently the containment rings are malfunctioning and causing the black hole to attempt to-- grow, broaden, widen, develop-- expand resulting in the random jumps.

>She blipped out of existence and reappeared next to an obelisk standing in front of the pedestal

You'll need to use this terminal to make the correct adjustments... assuming one of you has knowledge of quantum physics and the anatomy of singularities?

>While Logan and Oxi held little interest in what the rooms around them contained, Kasumi glanced at the tools and tables feeling a sense of dread that she couldn't quite understand... Still a room like this had to have some important information right?

Hey Logan, do me a favour and look out for anything that looks even slightly like a terminal or data bank? I want to attempt to pull data from this place, see what I can get that can help us...

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>This power...!

>Merik flinched at the explosive burst of energy, eyebrow raised and his stance set. He was beginning to get used to it, bizarrely. The lack of slowly rising numbers over a red filter felt like such a long time ago, but he didn't need a scouter to see how strong this one was.

>He was however surprised at the aura. To see it burst out so forcefully, and then be practically dragged back into his body, the groan of bulging metal the only noise hiding it. This was the benefit of experience, something Merik sorely lacked. The kind of control of energy one had to have to totally internalise it with no leakage...Far beyond him right now.

>A kernel of doubt began to grow in his heart, but Merik soon quashed it. He had been invited to start, which meant he had to begin the experimentation. Almost immediately after the taunt, two balls of yellow light manifested in Merik's hands. They slammed together, fingers splayed and palms open, facing outwards at Tycho as the ball doubled in size to about that of a basketball. No roar or cry of passion escaped Merik, instead he grit his teeth and fired, the yellow burst of light screaming towards the elderly Saiyan.

>As a further attempt to keep the pressure up, he kept firing. Smaller tennis ball sized blasts of energy that shot forward in a fan around the bigger blast and continuing on forward, attempting to pepper Tycho with shots to soften him up for the bigger one.

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>Tycho found himself grinning in anticipation. Energy attacks. Powerful, sure, but they were wasteful, and an excellent opportunity. The smaller peppershot was scattered, Tycho swinging one arm as if to brush them aside. There was some sort of wind, a force that crackled with deep red energy, which caused the weaker shots to stray off target or destabilize and explode entirely. The larger shot got through though, and Tycho was ready. He slammed a heel into the ground, anchoring himself as he reared back. His fist clenched, and for a second Merik would see that aura slip out, steaming out of Tycho’s arm as he poured his power into it, and punched the energy ball. Merik might of expected Tycho to lose a hand... perhaps it would just explode, and Tycho was showing off.
>Tycho just laughed as neither of those things happened, his fist fighting the energy that Merik had put in as he added his own. A film of red power wrapped over Merik’s harsh yellow glow, consuming and trapping it as Tycho’s arm trembled with exertion, before he pushed forward and launched the ball of energy right back at Merik. It grew as it traveled, the power he’d pumped into it equaling and surpassing Merik’s own. It tore up the ground and evaporated the grass in it’s flight. Tycho himself ran directly behind it, keeping pace as he kicked up great clods of dirt, a berserker’s howling laugh coming out of him.
“This is what I live for!”

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>The scattershots went off course, he should have expected no less, but what Merik had not expected was Tycho's overwhelming display of power. His nostrils flared and his eyes widened as Tycho brought his energy blast to a screeching halt. It dawned on him as the alien red aura started to engulf his own attack that he really was just as out of his depth as he feared.

>The ball came careening back at him and Merik knew that as it grew even larger, and began to leave a deep track as it flew, that he could not return fire as Tycho had done. He wasn't sure he could really do anything. If he could return fire with his bare hands a simple energy attack, then it seemed hardly feasible that he could stand up to him in close quarters. Merik's teeth grit as he leapt high into the air, letting the red ball keep on its path of destruction while he gazed down at Tycho.

>If long range didn't work, then the next step was to attempt something a bit more close range. The white aura surrounding him began to take form, compacted tight around him so hard that it was almost a blue sphere. With only a low growl escaping Merik's lips, he jettisoned forward like a human cannon ball, fists outstretched in front of him as he attempted to tackle into Tycho at speed.

>Were he to actually slam into him as planned, Merik would follow up with a deluge of punches, attempting to take advantage of his momentum and angle of attack to pound fist after fist into Tycho, as though trying to push him through the ground below.

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>Tycho met Merik with arms wide open, matching blow for blow as the half Saiyan rained down blows on the old man. Tycho was not a juggernaut, though the strength he put in was incredible. Fist met fist in cracking explosions, but Merik would begin to see chinks in the might that Tycho displayed. Tycho didn’t let off steam. His aura didn’t flare, and his metal body was not made of the incredibly stern stuff that Circe was. As knuckles met in the flurry of blows, Tycho was forced down. His metal stressed and hissed, the places where it met superior Saiyan flesh tearing and evidently causing serious pain as the ground began to buckle under the assault... but he wasn’t about to be done. Tycho finally fended off the assault, swiping one arm with the same technique that had scattered the small energy balls. The air fried with power, and Merik would feel like he was in a typhoon... but the real danger came when Tycho steadied himself and leapt up at Merik. Red energy pulsed from his chest before travelling down his arm. It coalesced into four glowing red pinpricks on his knuckles as the deadly uppercut rose to meet Merik. Were it to connect, Merik would feel the energy slowly expand through his body, pulsing to his fingertips and toes... before violently collapsing into his gut. He’d then experience the sensation of flying, though not under his own power. He’d become a projectile straight up into the air.
>Were the same attack to whiff? Merik would be able to experience the force secondhand, as a rising typhoon of red wind tore great boulder sized chunks out of the ground, sending them into the air with the backwash of buffeting force.
>Thoughout all of it though, Tycho never stopped grinning.

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"Roger that, Kas. Let's just hope it doesn't grow tentacles and impale any of us when you try."

>Alright. Logan added that to his mental list of things to scan for as he advanced through the halls: movement, evedence of enemy attacks, and screens with input devices near them.

"Holler if you see one too, arright Oxi?"

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>With every punch that impacted against Tycho's arms, Merik could feel it. The chance for victory. His opponent was no slouch, the dull ache of his fists every time they slammed into the metal was proof of that...But there was more to it. This wasn't just a sparring match designed to teach lessons to warriors that frankly should have had the ability to beat the shit out of him. It wasn't a playfight or a drill or anything like that. It was just straighforward combat, life or death between two people.

>Merik should have evolved beyond the thrill of battling for his life. He hadn't. The grim face evolved into a smile that almost mirrored Tycho's own. Every blow that collided felt pure and clean. There were no lingering feelings, no desperate emotions. Just a simple fight, that was all that was needed!

>So caught in his euphoria, that Merik was caught in the wind, knocked into the air and unable to react in time to the uppercut that slammed into him, throwing him high up into the air and knocking the wind out of him. The force of the typhoon sent him flying away from Tycho, mercifully avoiding the boulders being thrown through the air as Merik slammed into the ground, just barely managing to right himself before he looked over at his opponent.

>He wasted no time in barrelling back towards him, the white aura coating him and preventing him from being buffeted by the wind as he sailed back into Tycho's personal space and swung his knee up into the older Saiyan's gut. The close combat was where it worked, but more than that, it was fun. Far more fun than he had anticipated! Were the knee to fully connect, he would draw back slightly, just enough to gain some distance until he swung a roundhouse kick to the side of his head, as much force as he could muster behind it.

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>Tycho was honestly a little surprised by the resilience that Merik had shown. He expected the lad to be coughing blood, not fighting back! He lost him in the debris, until suddenly his own gut had a knee in it, the metal plates cracking with the force as the smile was forced off of Tycho's face in pain... but he was quick to get over it. Merik's foot found itself stopped by Tycho's hand, inches from his head.
"You're starting to excite me..."
>Tycho said, before he ripped younger Saiyan towards himself, before letting loose with the other fist to give Merik's chin a shattering haymaker that would send him into the earth to dig a trench with his face... unless he got real crafty.

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Alright... I'm not seeing too much.

>she said, looking around the room that could possibly help them, occasionally looking over at the door, just in case those plants began to come back.

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>His kick halted, boot almost touching the hairs on Tycho's cheek, but Merik's eyes widened. He'd been caught out, and there was nothing he could do in this position. And yet...the smile didn't quite vanish. His heart kept thumping and pounding, the fight was taking so much out of him...But he wanted more.

>Merik snorted in amusement at Tycho's comment, but even if he had anything more to say, he hadn't the time for it. The fist impacted into his face in scarcely a second and Merik went soaring backwards, slamming into the ground with tremendous force, digging up the dirt beneath him as he skidded across the ground. He only barely managed to right himself, looking back up at Tycho with a face covered in dirt and blood, the rest of him not looking much better.

>Merik shook on his feet, vision desperately attempting to correct itself from being treated to a dirt bath and the spin from the impact. He couldn't go back into it like this, he had to buy a little time, Tycho was no fool, he was sure to capitalise. Merik's fist clenched around another ball of power and his eyes shut, attempting to focus on Tycho's position before he shakily fired a yellow beam of light at him. It was wide, Tycho's experience would be more than capable of telling him that.

>But it was not the only one. Merik darted to the side, and kept firing the beams that kicked up clouds of smoke and dirt with every shot that went wide of the older Saiyan. Merik kept on firing and firing as his vision slowly came back, and his head started to clear from the impact. The smokescreen was just to buy time as Merik kept on moving and kept up the barrage.

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>Zephyr looked at it, then looked to Meum, then to himself, the futility of the situation. He might have a gun that worked off of a solid pound of antimatter annihilation for destructive energy, but he couldn't shoot a black hole. He knew he was looking at a naked singularity, and he knew the physics behind it. He'd built the warp core for his ship by hand, and he knew there was nothing he wanted to do less than slipshod quantum physics calculations. He didn't even have a computer to calculate it for him.
>What he did have though, was the ability to hit a moving target three miles away against the combined odds of wind, dust, the Coriolis effect, and god. So, he figured he could hit around the margin of error these rings have.
"...Kas, I'm gonna need you to run calculations. Link up every computer not being used for vitals in the Lost Light... We're gonna need to do this quick."
>Stepping forward, he pointed at the AI.
"Get me to a console that controls this. I can take a shot at it. I'm a little rusty on the quantum physics, but I know a bit about singularities. It's how a lot of warp drives work nowadays.
>He said, narrowing his eyes as he went up to the rings and gave them a critical look.

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>Tycho was too busy dealing with pain to dodge, as it turned out. Cracking the metal plating on his stomach caused it to flake away and tear at him when he moved, blood and oil beginning to pour from the gut wound as machinery ripped away from flesh. Instead, he punched the beams out of the way. Each one that would have hit him met his knuckles, a red shield bending it around him in a bubble or reflecting it into the dirt entirely... Which just caused the metal of his knuckles to flake away, cracking and breaking, his left hand evaporating all at once to leave him with only a right arm. When the smoke cleared, the damage that Merik had done was clear to see, as Tycho proudly strode forward, teeth grit in pain as he clenched his fist on the one arm that still worked.
"You're takin away a lot of tools, and I still have a lot of your friends to kill once I'm done with you! Come on!"
>He screamed out, holding his arm out in a bellowing scream of challenge, before a warm smile came over his face despite the pain.
"...End it, hero."
>He said, before he set his feet in a ready stance. Were Merik to hit the ground, he might notice it rumbling in pulses. Were the ground not shattered, he might notice the grass waving in rhythmic breeze towards Tycho, or the way the clouds started to swirl him overhead. The vast pool of energy that Tycho had was being gathered for one final attack, the energy of the planet, of the very earth itself flowing into the soles of his feet, gathered by his ki and directed into one singular point... He had one last punch to throw, and he was gonna make sure Merik felt it.

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>He'd expected no less. Even as Merik's condition slowly returned to normal and the blasts started to laser focus on Tycho's position, the sight of the blasts being knocked away was no surprise. Merik slowed to a halt, the energy in his hands dying as he waited for the smoke to clear, to survey the damage.

>Whatever Merik had expected, it hadn't been an entire missing arm. His eyes widened even further than usual and his mouth opened...Though nothing came out. Tycho simply seemed to be ignoring it...And so Merik swallowed the un-Saiyan reservations, closed his mouth and gazed critically at him, as he screamed loudly and called out at him.

>Merik felt the power whirl around him, the pulsing of the ground beneath him.It was hard to miss the wind up as Tycho pooled his energy. No doubt if Merik had a scouter, he'd see the numbers rising, and the warning signs before it shorted out. But he didn't have that, all he had was the simple feel of the power that coalesced in Tycho. He couldn't match him fist to fist, that would be suicide. He had to fight on his own playing field.

You've misunderstood me. I'm no hero, I'm only a Saiyan, fighting another Saiyan on his request. That's all.

>He cupped his hands together in front of his chest. A ball of bright yellow energy formed there again, same as it had before, but this time it grew. Grew from tennis ball to basketball and beyond, until Merik had to hold it high above his head. The yellow energy flicked and pulsed like a miniature star as Merik gazed at Tycho levelly. This would have to be it, for one or the other of them.

>And he would have to win. For Galanga, Fenra, and the new companions he'd made.

>A step forward and then a great two-handed throw sent the bursting ball of power straight for Tycho, to collide with whatever he might throw out in one final clash. If he wanted a final stand, then he'd get one. For the both of them.

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>For a being facing down a roiling sun made of bioenergy, Tycho didn't seem too worried. His smile widened as the ball of energy did, and he let his own own attack charge. He wiped the blood away from his lip with one hand, taking a few last heaving breaths as the yellow light descended on him. He set his feet in a low, wide stance, holding his fist low, centered. He took a last look at the ball of deathly energy, and closed his eyes, not sure if he'd ever open them. Red energy began to make his artificial arm burn from inside, tendrils of it leaking out and spiraling out of his arm to form contrails from his elbow. Rearing back, he let out a cry of war before meeting that ball of energy with a punch. There was a circular ring of force that stopped the attack, even as he slid backwards. Dirt boiled and the earth cratered beneath Merik's force, but the ball slowed to a stop as Tycho's fist refused to give ground... Then, he took a step, and the ball moved so imperceptibly backwards... then another, impossibly, pushing forward into the ball of energy with his whole body, cheek sizzling and beard singed off. Then, his arm came down, and with a noise to shatter the heavens, he carried through. The ground broke underneath him, shattering into chunks and boulders as red lightning lanced through it. A pillar of crimson fire busted out of Tycho as his power rose to be too great for his body to contain... His cybernetic arm snapped into so many mechanical fragments, only leaving the half mechanical socket of his shoulder. But all the energy that Tycho had gathered?
>It went through.
>If Merik didn't move, he'd die. There wasn't any doubt. The blast that turned Merik's ball of energy into a donut blasted through where Merik had been standing with enough force to level trees and tear up bedrock. It wasn't one beam so much as it was a million different streams of hungry energy that pushed the force and wind of Tycho's punch far, far beyond where it ended. Merik would be able to watch the stream of crimson energy detonate his own blast in a heatwave strong enough to melt stone, and he'd be able to watch it carry all the way back to the mountains, blasting part of a glacier and the mountainside into rubble. The rock slide was visible from miles away, the sound of it crumbling audible seconds later.
>When the smoke cleared, Tycho was laying in the crater, a giddy smile plastered over his face. He hadn't had as good a time in years... He wondered if the kid would come finish him off, or Atlas... either one seemed likely, and as the sound died down, Merik heard soft chuckling coming from the downed Saiyan.
"You're pretty good!"

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>Meum lets out a very tiny sigh, folding her arms

>She looks between Zephyr and and Raphael

If Kas can even get a things going on the Light.

>Meum pauses and rubs the bridge of her nose as she walked over to the obelisk

I'm pretty sure this is the terminal, by the way Zeph.

I know...basically as much as you, Zephyr, but we're going in on a dead race's version of these drives.

>Meum folds her arms as she lets out a long low sigh....

...I hate to say this, but if we CAN get consistent things working between here and the LL, just in case Zeph and I can't figure this out-

>She really didn't want to admit to needing her for this but-

....get my sister on comms.

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>Even through a beam, Merik could feel it. The competing force of the punch against the ball he'd thrown. His hands buckled slightly, but he held fast projecting his force against Tycho's punch desperately. He knew what would happen if that punch hit him. The energy it had behind, the energy of a Saiyan far more than twice his age. It'd be more than enough to finish him.

>Which is why his eyes widened and his teeth grit as the ball started to move backwards. Merik pushed right back, attempting to desperately force the ball right back into Tycho with as much force as he could muster. He couldn't lose now, not when he still had so far to go, when there were people that he had to surpass!

>It didn't matter. The ball broke. Merik's eyes widened as his blast detonated and the red lines of power pushed through it with a speed and power that made sure if he didn't get out of the way now then he'd have no hope of fighting further.

>He wasn't so lucky. Even as Merik threw himself to the side in desperation, the lightning fast bolt of red lanced through his side. Merik gasped and choked, spatters of red coming out of his mouth as he crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

>A hand came down to the newly formed wound, which had not only blown a hole in his armour, but was quickly staining red everything nearby. Merik gingerly pressed down on the wound, there was nothing around to serve as a makeshift bandage, first aid would have to wait until he got back to the farm for now. Merik pushed himself to his feet, a slow arduous process with only one free hand to use and the injury.

>The soft echo of laughter sounded. Nearby, a crater? Merik blinked and his vision attempted to focus. That was Tycho's voice. He'd survived, somehow. Merik slowly trod over to where he lay, armless and downed, and as happy as could be about the fight. Even as Merik felt his glove grow damp with the flow of blood, he couldn't necessarily disagree with the feeling...Even if he wasn't quite capable of showing it.

...My win. You're...strong...for an old man.

>He was panting heavily, breaths laboured with the efforts of trying to get as much oxygen back into him as possible as he stared down at him. Merik was dimly aware that he should probably kill him. He'd threatened not only him, but Fenra and Galanga, and his friends besides.

>But he was another Saiyan. What would that help either of them, if he let him die now?

>Merik breathed in deeply, before managing an incredibly weak smile down at Tycho.

Some threat, you turned out to be...Next time you try and kill me, I hope you've gotten better enough to do it.

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>Tycho wiggled his stumps, instinctively trying to throw up a middle finger. It just made blood ooze gently out of the stumps as he chuckled.
"Call me old again, I'll hop up and kick your ass."
>He said, coughing red. The bits of him that weren't metal were obviously burnt, (but hey, at least the wounds were cauterized). The metal bits glowed a soft orange, and he smelled... oddly appetizing. He was pretty thoroughly cooked, and as he lay there, his breath got shallow.
"I'd of won if my arms didn't go to pieces, and you know it..."
>He said, licking blood out of the corner of his mouth with a sigh. He was fading pretty fast... If only Merik knew someone familiar with his kind of implants. The sound of help on it's way wasn't far off either. The whine of Circe's thrusters could be heard not too far away.
"Hey kid. Promise me you'll bust Atlas up like you did today, okay?"

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>Walking further across the lab the pair would learn that though it had seemed empty at first, there was in fact other things in here with them. Shining what lights they had into each room on other side of them, they'd see live Influence infected specimens strapped into the tables. Monsters of countless horrific shapes lay completely still, as if frozen, as the implements above them poked and prodded at the creatures in total silence.

This place is super creepy...

>This didn't come out of left field for Kasumi, the AI said she was tasked with finding cure for... whatever this was. One could only do that when they had samples to examine. Though the way the creatures seemed to twisted and contorted on the tables, almost looked as if they were statues depicting pain and suffering.


>Up ahead though, there was a light source. In an art gallery of science fiction horror, each room displaying a one form of disturbing examination after another, one room had the layout of a young woman's bedroom. Carpeted floor, a bed with pink blankets and sheets, stuffed animals with bandages wrapped around their limbs and bodies, a desk with some clutter on it, and the flickering screen of terminal on the far wall.

Well, that totally clashes with everything else in here. But is no less creepy!

>With Meum already directing Zephyr, the Raphael didn't need to respond. For now she simply waited and observed.

>Both Meum and Zephyr could hear crackling on their coms as Kasumi responded to both of them.

Alright Meum, I'll get Jo on coms in a moment. Zephyr, give me three minutes and I'll have everything ready. In the meantime explain to me what I'm going to key in here exactly...

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"Uuuuuuuugh god..."

>Logan groaned as he saw the absolute whiplash between the body horror alien probe displays and a little girl's bedroom.

"This is some haunted house bullshit right here. But, I think I see a terminal in there. Y'wanna check that out Kas? I'll cover the entrance."

>Logan assigned himself to guard duty. Partially because that seemed like the correct tactical decision, partially because he didn't want to deal with feeling like an intruder in a little girl's room. Partially because he was pretty sure that room was booby trapped somehow. better the holomatter avatar trips it than someone who'd actually get injured.

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>Merik paused. That was a promise he didn't know he could keep. It was such a faraway goal that he couldn't even begin to see the finish line. Circe was far enough off of his current power, but to surpass her? That would surely be too much. The smile dropped and his face fell. His improvement had been fine...It was enough to stand his ground against Tycho, but what was Tycho to Atlas, aside from another hunter for his quarry?

>The distant whirr of an engine caught his ears distantly, but he stared down at Tycho, even as Circe got closer and closer to the pair. He couldn't promise a victory, and he would not muddy the waters with half-hearted gestures of placation. A fellow Saiyan deserved more. If Atlas came, then he would no doubt lay waste to them all. Him, Galanga, Carmilla, Spina, even the newcomers such as Serad and his crew.

>Merik's fist clenched, and he held it up to his chest. He pulled himself to his full height, regardless of the blood slowly seeping out of his side, and nodded his head solemnly to the fallen warrior.

When we do battle, I will see to it that I do not lose.

>The words were heavy, but he couldn't take them back, nor would he if he could. This training would not have been for nothing, this fight would not have been pointless. Everything up until the day they fight was preparation, and when that time came, even if it was hopeless, he would not back down until either he or Atlas lay defeated.

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Hm... I don't like that.

>she said, inspecting of the frozen creatures.

<"If one of these comes to life I'm going to be very annoyed."

>finally, she came upon the child's room... A stark contrast to the rest of the area.

There's a story here, somewhere.

I'll keep a watch on the monsters.

>she said, switching her Tiberon to full auto mode.

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Oh slag. I can already tell I'm going to...

>He pauses, retrieving his antique datapad and opening the camera, closing the box briefly to get a picture of the symbol on the lid.

Yes indeed. I hate this.

>Laying the pad on the table, he shoves it across to Motorcade, revealing the screen.

We've got a relic here. Big one.

>On the screen shines an article on legends of the Thirteen, specifically their artifacts.

Now what the hell do we do.

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>Cade looks the datapad over, an astonished look on her face

fragging...Quintus, so that must be-
<",The ember stone, what *DO* you do with an artifact that CREATES life?"
>Motorcade looks left and right, her mind running on overdrive...
>Part of her thought to take advantage of it, sell it off to the highest bidder but...

...we hang onto it and go after the other dots. It's our responsibility to get to these things before someone who could really fuck up the universe does

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>Zephyr went up to the pedestal, and immediately began deciphering what exactly each of the marks and glyphs meant before he started attempting to fix anything.
"I need to know the exact mass of the singularity, the way they're producing exotic matter to counteract the inertial buildup, and then I need to get the two in balance. Everything else falls into place from there. Quantum physics isn't that hard. You know where it is or where it's going. I know we're here, we just need to make sure the place we're going is here too..."
>He said, as his helmet's subsystems tried to translate the language. He dropped a little circular probe that'd do its best to link up to his suit computer, the little device probing and searching for some program it could exploit...

Meum/JoCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41551113


>It'd be a few brief moments before Jo's voice could be heard coming over the comms, the fox sitting behind a screen sending her the video feed from Meum's visor

you've got Jo

Right, just be on stand by Sis, with any luck, Kas's calculations and *Raphael*'s translations should help

>She glares towards the AIs holoform

And Zeph'll have it under control but...just in case

well alright, you know I've actually read this language before actually-

Wait what?!

oh yeah that's a whole story, Momo and I had a pretty weird date that week

<Well, at least they wouldn't be DEPENDENT on Raph for language stuff

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