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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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>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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>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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>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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>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?"


>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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>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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>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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>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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>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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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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"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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<”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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>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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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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"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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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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>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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>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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>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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>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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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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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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>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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>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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>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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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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"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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>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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"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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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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>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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>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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>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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"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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>Arsene was a glorified mailman, so he wasn't the type to answer a call to action.

>that didn't mean he was unfamiliar or didn't come across it from time to time. He was after all delivering messages and packages in dangerous areas.

Alright. If you get called, it might be too risky to take me. I can always get a ride home.

>despite the foreboding prospect, he remained cheerful and optimistic.

But let's not focus on that right now. It's Burger Time~

>the inside was about what you would expect. Not many people other than one or two people off on their own. Looks like rush hour hasn't happened... Or this place didn't have a rush hour, being located in a rebel base

>the cashier looked bored and like he wanted his shift to end. Arsene felt a tinge of pity for him, but his shift should be coming to an end soon.
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"Alright. Good..."

>Elliot nodded. The remark about getting a ride home seemed to be precisely the reassurance he was looking for. Of course, he also didn't want to stray too far from the starfighter. When seconds meant the difference between life and death, Elliot couldn't afford to be minutes away.

"A-And Yeah. That's a good idea!"

>Burgers were far more pleasant to contemplate than the Lost Light coming under attack, after all.

>As the cool, greasy air of the restaurant washed over Elliot, he couldn't help but find it soothing. Something about it reminded him of the Soda Fountains back home. Brought back memories of the times he and his father would head to Al's Fizz Forge to get away from his mother.

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>looks like things were calm.
>Arsene ordered the chicken sandwich... While a small few would find it a bit odd for a bird to be eating a bird, the rest would argue it would only be cannibalism if it was another harpy.

>while Arsene waited for Elliot to order, he spotted someone, one of the few other people having lunch at the restaurant at the time.

Hold on... Is that...?

>the man looked to be another Echidnean, from the same planet as Arsene. But rather than being a harpy with wings and talons, this man possessed horns. His large size was easily spotted from across the fast food joint.

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>Elliot wound up ordering a chicken sandwich of his own. Fried n' cripsy. He wasn't just following Arsene's lead, but he had his own appetite for hot, warm bird meat accompanied by a white, creamy sau-

>Oh hey! Someone Arsene knows is walking in!

>That's a real big dude. But judging by Arsene's expression, it was someone he was on good terms with. So there was no need to worry.

"You uh... know that guy?"

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>shockingly, Arsene didn't make a comment on the bird meat Elliot was ordering.
>may he look back on it after this with a sense of missed oppurtunity.
>he was focused more on the other guy.

He's my ex-boyfriend.

>a minotaur... Guess Arsene liked size differences.

You think we should say hi? He doesn't seem to have noticed us.

>with a short pause, he explained a bit further.

We don't hate each other or anything. We're still on good terms, don't worry!

>Arsene wasn't the best at being quiet... The horned male was already looking in their direction.

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"Well uh... Looks like the decision's been made for us."

>The guy's already looking at them oh god oh crap he's huge.

>But he's on good terms with Arsene don't worry dude.
>Okay yeah nothing bad's going to happen but why was that sinking feeling still in Elliot's gut?
>Wait a second that sinking feeling didn't show up until Arsene mentioned the two of them still being on good terms. 'The hell was up with that?

>All the while, the Minotaur fella might have noticed Elliot making a point of avoiding eye contact. Arsene might have spotted it too.

>Just think about that delicious sandwich that's coming out, Elliot...

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>with a moment of hesitation, the man was coming their way
>as a matter of fact, he looked happy to see the two.
>he said
>now up close and standing in front of them, he had to be almost 7 feet tall, dwarfing the short Arsene.
...It's been a while. Still up with the courier job?

>Arsene nodded

Heeeey, Aamri~ Yup! I'm being told I have a big delivery next week, so I'm lazing about til then.

>Arsene put his wing around Elliot, like a feathery blanket

And... This is Elliot. My...

>Arsene looked to Elliot, waiting for him to introduce himself, while Aamri waited to introduce himself.

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>Yup. They were definitely on friendly terms. No need to worry about a confrontation. But that twisting feeling in his gut didn't go away. In fact, it only got stronger.
>At least he was expecting a confrontation. Now Elliot had no idea what he did expect.
>Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't "Arsene puts an arm around him and implicitly asks him to attach a label to their association as if it wasn't obvious".
>Shit. Why was he blanking on the term to use? Why didn't Arsene just call him a friend? Was there some kind of expectation?
>And why did those soft feathers around him feel so nice?

>Elliot froze, racking his brain for the word Arsene was expecting him to finish the sentence on.

>Nope. He had nothin'. There was nothing he could do to intercept the missile coming his way, so he'd just have to deploy flares and pull a hard bank to the right so he could dodge it.

"Ch-Charmed!" He'd say, looking towards Amari with a smile that almost didn't look forced.

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>Several moments pass with smoke rising off the shuttle quietly. Loud bangs emitted from the rear hatch of the shuttle, until it abruptly fell off the ship entirely, as did one of the side fins, toppling onto a neighboring ship with a large comedic crashing. The armored corpses falling out of the rear of the ship were far less comical, the black-and-grey gasmasked corpses of Jupiter Empire Infantry and their white-suited pilot counterparts tumbling limply to the ground.

>A figure follows the corpses, striding out of the ship with near-mechanical precision to his movements, scanning the area through his visor. He's clad in a surprisingly brightly colored outfit, and a battered rifle hangs loosely in one hand as his gaze briefly settles on Valerius' ship.

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>Aamri looked like he was stifling a laugh at Elliot's reaction.
>he was well aware of how Arsene loved to tease. Having been on the receiving end of it. (ironic, considering Arsene was the one who was doing the receiving elsewhere)

Well then, you guys look like you have a lot to get to, shall I leave you two to your meal?

>to which Arsene hummed. Which his free wing, he adjusted a stray lock of hair with the tips of his feathers.

If Elliot is alright with it, you can join us. Food should be ready in a few.

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>Elliot really had no reason to object. But his brain was trying to find a reason anyway.

>There was no reason for him to feel a vague sense of threat from Aamri, but he did.
>And there was no reason for his voice to crack as he responded, but it did.

"S-Sure! Why not?"

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>Aamri paused
>this guy was nervous. Then again, he related on that regard. He was a bit of a nervous wreck when he first met Arsene
>Did the harpy just really love bashful men?
Don't worry, the horns are just for show.
>the minotaur tapped his horns.

>with a chuckle, Arsene went over to the table, awaiting their order, which from the looks of things was just about ready to be taken out.

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>If Aamri was trying to get Elliot to relax with humor, it worked.
>Elliot definitely laughed at his joke. Perhaps a little more than the joke warranted. Elliot was pretty sure that was just his brain letting him feel a little relief.

"A-Always wondered about that." Elliot said, more trying to contribute to the bit than he was actually wondering about that.

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>it wasn't long until a waitress arrived with the food they had ordered. Nothing for Aamri, he had already got his.
>looking between the two, the minotaur hummed.
So, Elliot was it? How'd you and Arsene meet? ...I suppose Arsene can answer that too.

>he said, looking over to the harpy.

>said harpy was more than happy to give an answer
I had a delivery for him back home and we hit it off well when we met.

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>Elliot nodded. That was a pretty accurate summary of how they'd met.
>And that was an incredibly tasty looking chicken sandwich in front of him! He only just restrained himself from digging in long enough to respond.

"He delivered starfighter parts and a new friendship!"

>That's what this was, right? A friendship?

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Sounds like Arsene.

>the minotaur nodded, remembering the time he met him.

Me and Arsene met... You remember it, Arsene? You were delivering something to me and we hit it off well.

>to which, the harpy nodded. He was leaning against Elliot, shoulder to shoulder with the young pilot

Some clothes, if I recall. You ordered an outfit. I commented on your size and you got all red~

>in response to the size comment, Aamri did in fact, blush a bit...

>seems Arsene had that effect on people.

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>Well now THAT was interesting. Was there some sort of inner mutiny going on here? Valerius kept watching all of this from his own ship's monitors like a hawk, some part of him wishing they could have found a different station to refuel and resupply from. He really didn't want to get dragged into whatever conflict was happening, but it looked as if there wasn't much choice.

>But at the same time, he was a little curious about this stranger that had literally come crashing into the place and he also didn't like the fact that the man was now eyeing his ship.

>Even though he didn't show it much, Valerius did care about the safety of his crew, so he really didn't any more trouble being brought towards them. Without any more hesitation, he made sure his sword and gun were secured on his person before leaving his ship again to get some answers and keep another possible fight from breaking out. He called out to the man in the visor.

"You there, what is the meaning of this? Who are you?"

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