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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

LLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE JOEL MARAVALLE SHOW!

>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.


"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT LADY SHIJOU YOU MOTHERFU--"

<WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK


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>>41559070
>...
>ding

"Oh, oh... I just.. I- Ah crap..."

>Arsene took it in stride, at least. Now that he thought of it, he could have taken "someone specific in mind" in a completely different direction and Elliot thanked his lucky stars that he didn't.


"B-But... Yeah. Burger n' fries does sound pretty good. Forgot breakfast because I had to go pick up decals for my baby here."

>Once again, Elliot gestured to the starfighter.

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>>41559073
>if there was one thing that Arsene loved was bashful guys. His last boyfriend was just the same. Was it cruel that he loved making them blush?

Well it's a good baby. They take after you, from the looks of things.

>stepping towards the exit, he added


By that I mean both of you are good looking. Just uh... Make sure you don't forget to eat breakfast again. It's very important for the body and brain.

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>>41559075
"D- Well uh... I..."

>Elliot reeled from that point blank compliment; scrambling to find an appropriate response to it.


"I mean... I did try and keep the new paintjob clean. Only so much you can do with spray cans though. G-Glad to see that you... y'know...

>Well Arsene, you successfully made him blush. What are you gonna do with that putty in your hands?

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>>41559076
Glad to see you too.

>Arsene said with a wink.


Anyways, the burger place I like closes in, like, 2 hours. I like to go late because there won't be as many people. Even social ospreys like me need to avoid crowds sometimes.

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>>41559077
"Mm."

>Elliot nods his agreement, still trying to put his words on straight after all the complimenting.


"Won't have to wait as long either, but uh... how far is it?"

>If it was less than an FTL jump away, it might be safe to take the Viper out for their Burger n' Fries run

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>>41559078
Well I was gonna just take a transit there but it's a good distance away.

>with a nervous chuckle, he added:

I was gonna ask you if you could fly me there but you just got done with working on your ship so I figured you'd want it to chill a bit.

>wait, was Arsene nervous? Was this another part of his teases with Elliot?

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>>41559079
"Well I uh... I just finished up. All I did today was put some decals on."

>Hold up, was Arsene fidgeting? It looked like he was doing the exact things that Elliot would do himself in the presence of someone he liked.

>Or maybe he was just nervous about asking to get closer to the Viper? He'd put a lot of effort into the thing, after all. Elliot would understand if he was a smidge nervous about asking for a ride.

"She's totally ready to rock. And uh... I s- so am I, I guess."

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>>41559080
Then it's settled!

>Arsene said, with a fist pump motion, but with a wing instead of an arm of course.

>with a quick flap of his wings, he hopped up on the nose of the Viper, waiting for Elliot to open the cockpit.

>with a curious glance, he looked at the interior of the ship, seeing it from the outside.

Don't think I've been inside this before... I've only been inside my own ship for the sake of space travel, but this one blows it out of the water.

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>>41559093
>Elliot didn't mind Arsene hopping up on the Viper's nose. After all, his talons weren't hard enough to scratch the paintjob.
>...Right? Hopefully that varnish coat would do its work.

"Well uh... Fair warning. It's a stronger performer, but I doubt it has even a quarter of the interior space of your ship."

>He says, swinging a leg over so he could climb up to the cockpit. But then a smile appears on his face.


"You've gotta make some sacrifices for a sub-milimeter turning radius, after all."

>Oh yeah. Just casually mention how you can practically pull a 180 in place with this thing. It ain't no thaaaaaang.

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>>41559095
>Arsene knew how to use his talons and landed on all sorts of things, plus he weighed only about 50kg.
>it was just unlikely he would scratch the hull or the paint.

I see... So it isn't that much different than flying with wings.

>he said, pondering Elliot's statement


Even the slightest change in design or shape can impact how a thing flies... How fast or how it turns, right?

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>>41559096
"Eh."

>Elliot gives Arsene that one gesture you do when a guess or question was only half right.


"Much more if it's going to spend most of its flight time in atmosphere. When there's no air resistance, things are way more forgiving."

>As they speak, Elliot opens the canopy. Turns out it's one of those canopy designs where the whole glass portion just slides forward to let the pilot in.


"But even in the vacuum, mass distribution can be your best friend or the bane of your existence."

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>>41559097
Yeah true.

>Arsene waited for Elliot to get into the cockpit before getting in himself.


Must take a strong mind to guide something so big.

>despite Arsene's flirty nature, any jokes about Elliot guiding something "big" were unintentional.


It's a whole other world compared to my free flying.

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>>41559098
>The innuendo, intentional or not, didn't really register in Elliot's mind. He was too distracted by something else entirely.

"Honestly? This is actually a pretty petite little thing as far as starfighters go."

>If Arsene took a look in the neighboring hangar bays, assuming they weren't filled by Zoids or other non-fighter spacecraft, he'd see that a lot of them were noticeably larger than a Viper MkII


"As for the strong mind, the main difference between this and your ship would be how quick your reflexes have to be. 'Cause once you're in a dogfight..."

>Elliot figured the rest of that sentence practically said itself. He could explain the OODA Loop to him, but Elliot doubted Arsene was interested.


>Instead, Elliot just got into the pilot's seat and put his flight helmet on.


"Now, are we gonna have to FTL jump to this Burger place?'

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>>41559100
>Hoping inside, the harpy got comfortable.
Yeah but it isn't too far. It's on a small protectorate owned planet. I once did a delivery for them a while back so they gave me a discount that I have yet to use. Plus the cashier there is cute and he likes to see me too~

Also uh... Should I be wearing a helmet? Us harpies have good lungs but if you think I need one I can go without one.
>they were, after all, creatures who flew to great altitudes. Powerful lungs was a requirement.

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>>41559104
>That gave Elliot pause. Enough that he didn't have time to notice the tinge of jealousy that went through him as Arsene gushed about the cashier.

"Ah shit... I dunno how safe it would be to FTL jump with two people in this seat."

>He could see his controls just fine over Arsene's shoulder, though. and it was almost like cuddling, the way they were seated now...

>Emily was right. Elliot really was touch-starved. That had to be why he was enjoying this so much.

"That harness you wear during a warp jump isn't a just-in-case measure. Lots of people think it is, but all that momentum's gotta go somewhere. So unless we can fit the harness over both of us..."

>Oh yeah. Arsene had another question.


"Don't worry about a helmet, though. I'm just using it for the comms."

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>>41559119
I mean... It isn't too too far. I don't know the specifics with this. If should be a extra couple minutes if we don't FTL jump.

>Arsene paused, getting comfortable, seated in Elliot's lap.


So uh... What would happen if it isn't safe to do a FTL jump and we do one?

>there were several things that could happen and none of them sounded pretty when Arsene theorized on them.

>he was pretty tiny. His long bird legs accounted for most of his height. So it could be possible to fit the harness over both of them.

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>>41559132
"Without a harness, you get thrown into my cockpit canopy at light speed. That would probably kill us both..."

>And it filled Elliot's mind with images he wanted to forget as soon as possible...


"Now, the harness isn't designed for two people, but I can't see why it wouldn't work. It would just be like having me as your chair, I guess."

>As Elliot said this all, he was beginning to perform his pre-flight checks with the ease of a pilot who had done this so many times that his arms were practically doing the pre-flight checklist for him.


"Might also get a little uncomfortable, being pressed together by the harness."

>But if it was Arsene, somehow Elliot didn't mind as much.

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>>41559063

>No one would have certainly thought much of one of the ships in question that landed in the hub, looking right at home among the other (most likely stolen) ships of those of ill repute. And it was certainly an opposing ship just from appearance alone, looking more like an absurd flying weapon with its sharp edges and dark steel covered in the scars of battle. It wasn't a small ship by any means either, probably a frigate of some sort.


>Surely someone in command of such a ship would be just as ruthless. A bloodthirsty space pirate or perhaps an unhinged marauder? So it was probably a bit of a shock when said commander stepped out of the ship to take in his surroundings, looking completely out of place with such a ship. Standing tall and proud, looking incredibly unimpressed with everything around him was a man of Tiamatian origin, if the weird mishmash of elven and draconic features, and all around “I’m better than you” attitude were anything to go by.


“Captain Valerius, it shouldn’t take too long to refuel and then we can continue our search.”

>The man turned towards one of his crew that had followed after him and gave them a curt nod.


“Good. I want off this filthy rock as soon as possible and to locate my sister. This entire operation has been a fool’s errand.”

>The crewmember just sighed, not wanting to point out that the princess had the right idea and risk incurring the wrath of the crown prince of Tiamat. So, without another word on the matter, they just quietly left to go about their business and left Valerius to continue to idly observe and stew in his thoughts, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.

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>>41559218

>If the ship's captain was a surprising mix of features, the crewmember that scuttled out behind him was enough to give the most hardy of souls a heart attack. Thousands of cultures across the galaxy had some concept of a creator god assembling and designing the living beasts and birds of the world. If that was indeed the case, Noe seemed to have been glued together from the scraps left over on the seventh day.


Captain Valerius! Val!

>His robe fluttered around him as he hurried down the ramp, tied closely to his body in a fairly thorough attempt at concealment. Despite his best efforts, the flapping brown cloth gave the haphazard assembly of onlookers flashes of different, mismatched body parts.


You weren't answering your comms! We have an incoming ship entering the system with Jupiter Empire IFF transponders!

>Reactions from what few pirates understood his scratchy voice varied, a small handful heading off to their ships hastily, although most seemed entirely baffled by a figure best described as "neither fish, flesh, nor good red herring" giving such an unexpected warning. This was Ladus 8S, for god's sake. The Empire had never shown even the slightest interest in it beyond the occasional official bounty hunter.

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>>41559179
Ouch...

>Arsene had no plans on being splattered against the inside of a ship, so the harness was ideal.


I guess the harness was designed with stuff like this in mind.

>he said with a nod.

>there were probably times when people had no choice but to have two people share a harness.
>all Arsene would have to do was wait for Elliot to finish up with the pre-flight and he'd be all ready.

Thankfully I'm small and light, so I shouldn't take up too much space

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>>41559235
>The preflights are soon done with, and Elliot pulls the harness over the both of them.
>Yup. It seems Arsene's hunch was correct. It's surprisingly comfortable with two people strapped in.

"Fucktown, this is Pequod. Requesting takeoff clearance."

>Arsene might have noticed the shift in Elliot's tone as he talked to the Air Traffic Controller. He'd gone from his usual soft-spoken uncertainty to an incredibly clear, professional tone. As if he were one of the pilots for one of those major space passenger services.


<"Pequod, we're pretty quiet at the moment, you can proceed direct to runway 22 Lima at your convenience. What's your departure angle?"


>Once He'd been given the instruction, the Viper would begin to roll forward at a careful, gradual pace.


"Arrowshaft, pending directions to destination."

<"Understood. Just one soul aboard?"


"Two, Fucktown."

<"In that little thing? Are you equipped for a passenger, Pequod?"


"Affirmative."

>The Viper would begin to turn, and the void shield protecting the hangar from the cold vaccum of space slowly panned into sight.
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>>41559238
>Pequod...
>A reference to that old Earth book? What an interesting thing to name something after, but a fine choice.
>...Says the guy named after a fictional gentleman thief.

I'm pretty excited, I must say~ First time flying with someone else.

>with a excited laugh, he awaited the jump


Show me what you're capable of, Elliot.

>he said, normally he would call him Ellie, but it might not be the best time to tease him when he's suppose to concentrate.

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>>41559239
>Arsene probably wouldn't be able to see Elliot nod in response to his challenge, but he'd feel Elliot's head nod against the back of his.

"Pequod, firing up."

>With that, Elliot threw the throttle wide open and sent the starfighter careening into the dark of space. While Elliot was quite used to the sensation of being pressed against his seat, he wasn't used to having another body pressed against the front of his with equal force. Yet somehow, it did little to throw off his game.


>Once the glow of the void shield had blasted passed them, and all that surrounded them was the stars and the Lost Light to their rear, Elliot would ease off the throttle to a cruising speed.


"Alright. Point in the direction that we've got to make this light jump."

>Elliot said, audibly coming down from the commanding radio comms tone he'd been using before.


"E-Er... Please, that is..."

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>>41559241
>the outside of the Lost Light was so beautiful. Arsene often got to appreciate the sight of the world below, viewed from the sky, but he didn’t often get to appreciate the view of open space. No wonder people are said to find it therapeutic.
Oh right…

>he said as he pointed with the small claw where his wings bent. Usually he would point with his talons, considering they were as dextruous as someone’s hands. But his legs were kind of preoccupied with sitting.

It’s right over that way.

>he said pointing.

I recently made a medicine delivery there, so I still have its location in the back of my mind.
>with a short pause, he added
…And no need to be so formal. We’re friends after all. Although, saying please is always nice.

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>>41559249
"Alright."

>Elliot quickly cross-referenced the direction that Arsene pointed in with his own internal rolodex of nearby systems and their coordinates. Alright, Elliot was pretty sure he knew where what system the burger joint was in. Once he'd figured it out, he gave the engines a little more juice and pointed the Viper towards the correct angle.


"W-Well I... I was just being polite is all."

>In his flusterage, Elliot began to feel ever so conscious of the weight on him, against his chest, pressing against his lap...

>Dammit he's got his hands on the spade, and he's gotta focus!

"J- Didn't want to sound like I was making demands, y'know?"

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>>41559250
Oh don’t worry, I understood your intentions.

>he nodded, watching Elliot track the location. So much work for a small burger joint. They could’ve just went to one of the ones on the Lost Light, but damn this one was worth it. Plus, again, he had a discount thanks to helping the place out with a delivery.


>just don’t crash the two of tehm into an asteroid, Elliot. Think with your head that’s on your shoulders.


After this, you want to do anything else?
>there were so many more sights to be seen in the general area. So much that he could show Elliot. Arsene was a natural born sightseer.

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>>41559251
"I uh... I guess we'll see how we're feeling once we've had our food."

>Truth be told, Elliot had a burning desire to show off just what this starfighter could do maneuver wise. Not just to Arsene, but to himself too. But it sounded like time was of the essence, so he held his tongue.


"But for now, I need to start the lightspeed jump. Get ready."

>Once Arsene looked sufficently braced, Elliot hit the pedal to engage the warp drive.

>If the takeoff pressed the two of them together hard, the pressure from a lightspeed jump would make it seem like a gentle shove. Seriously. Elliot would be able to feel the individual vertebrae of Arsene's spine press against his sternum, and Arsene would feel his shoulder blades rubbing up against Elliot's ribs. Both of which would be happening hard enough to cause spine and rib-shaped pain.

>The jump lasted only a few seconds, though, and soon enough Elliot released his foot from the warp pedal. Now came the test to see if that harness really did work for two.

>It did! But just because it was safe didn't mean it was comfortable...

>But hey! There was the burger place! Or at least, the place where the burger place was. Elliot doubted there'd just be a burger n' fries place bolted to an asteroid somewhere like something out of a cartoon.

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>>41559252
<”See how we’re feeling? Fair enough. I usually don’t like moving around much after I’ve eaten.
>but, now, Arsene braced himself for the jump. It wouldn’t be his first time, but he never got use to doing them. The feeling of moving so fast but moving so slow at the same time. A weird feeling that he couldn’t quite place. This was from a guy who has practically immune to motion sickness.

>thankfully for Elliot’s rib cage, Arsene was very light. As a species who was meant to fly around and stay airborne, his bones weren’t as hard as a normal human. Unfortunately for Arsene, the difference in bone density would lead him spine sore as it pressed up against Elliot’s chest.

>thankfully, there would be no bones breaking today, other than a quiet pop, akin to cracking your knuckles.

>If Elliot got the coordinates right, which he definitely did, considering his skill at piloting, the two would be right at a small orbital base, orbiting over a protectorate planet. It was definitely smaller than a small burger place stationed on an asteroid.

Welcome to Flamestokers.
>Arsene said as he gazed at the base.
It’s a marketplace of sorts were people trade and shop. Some places take money while others go by the barter system.
>with a short pause, he hummed
…And yes they have restaurants. The people here are safe, don’t worry, as long as you don’t piss anyone off.

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>>41559253
>Maybe it didn't bruise, but Elliot was definitely feeling spinous-process-shaped sores on the front of his torso. Oh yeah. That was decidedly unpleasant...
>But you know what isn't unpleasant? Burgers! And neat little space stations!

"Flamestokers... Sounds more like the name for the burger joint than the whole station."

>Elliot said, pulling back to a safe cruising speed. Spaceports were not the place for impromptu airshows, after all.


"Now, any idea which port is the closest to where we need to be?"

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>>41559259
Think their slogan is about "stoking the flames of rebellion" or something.
>Arsene said, putting his wing over his mouth.
The burger place is called Flamestoker's Burgers... So they go with simple names.

>in the meanwhile, Arsene gestured and pointed to where Elliot needed to go.

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>>41559262
"Yep. That is pretty straightforward."

>Elliot said with a casual smile.

>First Arsene pointed him at exactly the right angle for the FTL jump, now he knows precisely what hangar to pull into!

"Geez. Maybe I oughta keep you around. You make for a great GPS."

>If Elliot was going to try and edit that comment after it left his mouth, he didn't realize it just yet.

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>>41559288
Heheh~ I'd love to stay around, but next time, we'll take a bigger ship.

>looks like if there was any sexual innuendo to be made on the comment, Arsene didn't pick it up


What type of GPS would I be? A Great harPy Snack?

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>>41559291
>As Elliot pulled into the appropriate hangar, he noticed just how close they were to Flamestoker's Burgers. Damn, he really was a good navigator!
>Perhaps still a little high on being in the pilot's seat, Ellito responded with far more grace than Arsene would be used to.

"A damn good one, I'd say."

>He said, gracefully bringing the viper to touch ground in the bay. From here, they'd just need to taxi to an empty spot.


"GPS that is. Maybe not a snack..."

>Aaaaaaaaaand there it goes


"Er... What am I saying?"

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>>41559220

>The very instant he heard the familiar sound of a certain affront to creation itself running up behind him, Valerius inwardly cringed and braced himself for whatever nonsense the pitiful creature was going to throw at him. He felt a slight twitch in one of his eyes at hearing his name said in such a casual manner and he quickly turned to reprimand his subordinate.


"Mister Noe, for the last time, do not address me in--..."

>Wait, what did Noe just say? Well this was definitely not the time to be scolding one of his crew over trivial matters. Hopefully the ship had gotten refueled enough to make a quick getaway before things went south...


"Back inside the ship and get to your post! We need to be as far from this place as quickly as possible!"

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>>41559293
>Yup
>the burger joint was placed very close to where people would park. People would see it and decide to eat there before they did any shopping at the marketplace. That or decide to eat there on their way out.
>a good placement is key to good marketing.

I can be both.

>he said with a girlish giggle.


Like some sort of edible GPS, but I’m not sure how good that would be. If you ate it too early, you wouldn’t be able to find the way to your destination.
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>>41559315
>Arsene might have been able to feel Elliot's confusion and struggle to come up with a response radiating off of him.
>That is, until he just burst out laughing.

"God. We... This conversation got really weird really fast!"

>And fortunately for them, an empty was coming into view, and not too far from Flamestroker's Burgers either!

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>>41559314

Okay, but we'll need to-

>On one of the station hub's nearby walls, antique defense turrets whirred into incredibly noisy life, seeming to produce more sound than bullets as it fired at something just out of sight.


Oh no.

>He turned, mismatched feet almost flapping up the ramp as he scurried into the ship even faster than he'd exited it. Abruptly, the firing of the guns was replaced with a sound not very different from a car backfiring, but not quite.


>The shuttle that Noe had warned of became immediately apparent, the three fins of a Jupiter Empire shuttlecraft immediately recognizable to anyone even remotely familiar with their forces. It flew in low, belching smoke from multiple points where the outdated defenses had managed to inflict some damage. It's lower fins raised slowly as it came in for an emergency landing in one of the empty docking bays opposite Valerius' ship.


>At least until the engines cut out without warning and it fell the last of the distance, skidding to a sudden, violent halt.

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>>41559323
Isn't that only natural?

>Arsene said, walking along towards the restaurant.


"Weirdness" is only natural, especially with those you are close to. It's a sign of people being close and comfortable.

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>>41559337
>Wow. Arsene was pretty quick to hop out there. Elliot figured he must have been real hungry.
>Elliot made a point of not wasting time removing his helmet and getting back to the ground.

"I uh..."

>Elliot considered Arsene's words. Already, Arsene might have noticed how much of his confidence Elliot left in the cockpit.


"Yeah. I-I see what you're saying. Emily and I.. We d- We've got all kinds of little bits like that."

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>>41559370
>as Arsene walked along, finally able to stretch his legs again, he hummed happily
>unfortunately, the roof of this place was too low to be flying around, or he'd be off the ground by now.

>Him and Emily huh? He only knew Emily a little bit, mostly in passing, but knew she was very close to Elliot. Not to mention the very similar names


You and her are very close, huh?

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>>41559386
>Elliot nods, a gentle smile overtaking his features.

"We pulled each other through our early teens. And the war."

>Maybe he'd be better off not mentioning how uh... "different" they were back then. Elliot figured that Emily wouldn't want him talking about her scene phase, and he wouldn't want her talking about how easily he cried until he was like, 16.

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>>41559388
A war? Don't think I heard of you mentioning that.

>to grow up in a war and immediately spend your young adulthood in another unrelated one...

>Elliot had it hard.

But, there is nothing that can ruin an appetite like talk of war. Come on, I'll treat.

>he said, motioning to the shop.


I got paid recently after all~

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>>41559448
"Oh, uh..."

>Sure, it was Arsene's idea and all, but Elliot still couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt at accepting the generosity. Where that guilt came from, Elliot wasn't sure, but it was there. Ready to sabotage his enjoyment.


"Y...You sure? I can pitch in for the tip, at least."

>But truth be told Elliot would like to brag about some of the things he pulled off in the war. Just a little....

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>>41559449
>shrugging, Arsene noticed Elliot's slight tinge of guilt
If you want! I'm just feeling especially generous today. After all, you did fly us here. You fly, I pay, we both eat.

>with a chuckle, he added


Makes sense right?

>from the looks of things, the burger joint wasn't crowded at all. Just 2 other patrons from what the two could see from the window.

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>>41559453
"True. I do buy my own reactor mass, after all..."

>Elliot nodded, his internal guilt trip starting to abate. He was going to let himself enjoy himself, dammit!

>Especially since it seemed to be a quiet night for the burger place. He'd have to keep his volume down, but a big crowd can't turn around to see the silly thing you did if there is no big crowd.

"But I'm still helping you out on the tip!"
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>>41559472
Alright, if you insist.

>he said, brushing his feathers underneath Elliot's chin as if to tease him.


Perhaps while we're here, I can show you the rest of the city. It would be silly to come all the way here just to get a burger huh? Plus, I don't like traveling after I eat, just like to walk around or rest.

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>>41559474
>The chin brushing doesn't stop Elliot's legs in their tracks, but it sure as hell stopped his mouth dead.
>He'd just look over at Arsene, both confusion and fluster overtaking his expression.

>Was there something on his chin? Was that some kind of cultural gesture he had no context for?

>I don't think he even heard that second part.

"W-Well uh... How long do you w- how long you plan on staying?"

>Oh. Okay, maybe he did.
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>>41559479
>Oh how Arsene enjoyed teasing Elliot
>he had some of the best reactions; he liked that in a guy.
>there was no other reason for the chin brushing other than the reaction Arsene was hoping for.

How long do you want to stay? There are a few places here that are worth stopping by while we're here.

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>>41559327

>Valerius was on high alert before the turrets had even been released, his hand instinctively resting against the hilt of the plasma blade that was always at his side. As much as he wanted to see what would become of this situation, he really didn't want to put his crew into danger, so he quickly followed after Noe back into the ship as soon as the base's defenses brought down the incoming vessel.


"I want off of this base immediately!"

"Captain, sir, we're still not sufficiently fueled enough. We would never make it far enough!"

>Before Valerius could bark more orders at his crew, the sound from the enemy ship crash-landing nearby caught his attention and he wastes no time in heading to one of monitors to assess the situation outside in the docking bay.

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>>41559648
"I mean uh..."

>Elliot thought on it as the door Flamestokers Burgers came within arm's reach.


"I never really thought of a time frame. I guess I can stay as long as I like. Just ah..."

>Elliot glanced back at the Viper behind them.


"Might get called to action at any minute."


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