User blog:Amasa0707/All Stars Galactic

GM6/Elsian D9/10981: Moes'qu City Outskirts
            ''Faith is a valuable lesson. Such a simple tool may keep away the shadows and bring brightness even to the blackest abyss… ''

The screeching of the hover-shuttles berated the air lightly. There were very few houses scattered among the desert, rocky, barren outskirts. With most of the families being so poor, they were only barely able to afford more than a shared tenement. These ‘hotels’ where nothing more than cylindrical holes in the ground racked with row upon row of hallways, each having a door that opened into a certain home. And every single one was filled with dust and spiders and rats that spread plagues and disease, meanwhile the city folks lived their days happily.

In Apartment Complex 1-10, a young girl, only around twelve, swept. Her orange hair swayed around her shoulders, and her hazel eyes gleamed in the sunlight with optimism in a delightfully strange, undeniable happiness. The sun lit her peach skin, and in the light she swept away with her broom, as her plump, furry Elsi Cat licked her heels. She bent down to rub the kitten.

“Stop it kitty that tickles.” She was actually joyed to have the pet; it was one of the few things that kept her company in the lonely life of the poor. The cat rolled on its back, and she tickled the little animal.

“Get back to work!” said the mother. She was very stressed from her work, and had almost become cold and uncaring. The girl straightened up quickly, and continued sweeping. Dust few into little piles as the sun beamed in through non-paned windows and illuminated the darkened halls in which open doors allowed entrance to the small, undesirable homes of the deprived.







<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">It was only until three hours later, once the first of five suns fell, did her siblings return. A calm, tall and slender young woman walked through with dusty bags in hand, attempting to stay sturdy against the torrent of her boisterous, energetic little brother. She was elegant and graceful, with long brown hair, and brown, deep eyes. She was nimble and powerful, yet shy enough to shade her positivity. Small scars speckled her skin from childhood accidents, but nothing to major. She walked into the kitchen, along with her brother.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Man, I’m hungry!” yelled the little boy. He was small and energetic, with his spiky brown hair running about his head, and his amber eyes beaming with a childlike attitude. The small boy, despite his age, was rather strong, as he frequently played sports. He jumped around through his sisters legs and around her, basically annoying her as a little child would. It was not too much of a nuisance, as they knew he would (hopefully) grow out of it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Cheesy, shut it. You’ve been saying that for the past hour…” The lady sat the groceries on a nearby table, and looked at her younger sister.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Well, Orange, how are you this ‘fine’ day.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Well… I’m bored and dusty, and want to go outside: sight searching. Hay Cheese! Take the broom!” She threw the dusty stick at the little boy, and he caught it uneasily.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Hay! I didn’t agree to this!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “He who wishes to eat, must work for his food.” She giggled at the thought, “Come on, Kardra, I wanna see if there’s any new stuff.” Kardra shrugged, as she had nothing better to do herself, and walked out the entrance with her sister. The suns beamed at them, in their dusty and old clothes. Orange stretched, sore from being cramped in a small area.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Well what are you waiting for?” Orange asked, “Let’s go!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            She ran off in search for adventure, and Kardra almost questioned her strange optimism, even with such dread conditions being the middle child. She followed along, attempting to catch up with her over enjoyed sister.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Shoo! Shoo!” Orange shooed away the Pjolmp rats plaguing the area behind the local droid shop. Droid bodies, limbs, and a few heads littered the dump pile. Orange dug around in the pile looking for useful items.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Oh goodness. Don’t you know how filthy that is?” Kardra asked her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Grow a spine, Kar. We could get rich!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Yeah, getting rich from some trash somebody threw out.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I’m serious! If you’d just help me-” A whirring sound suddenly hit them. In the center of the pile, a rumbling occurred as the sound grew. The whirring only loudened and loudened and loudened. Droid body parts exploded about, scattering, and in the mess a single hovering machine flew up dazed. Its blackish metal gleamed in the sunlight as the hovering pads in the back of its disk-head made their whirring sounds. Two blue eyes opened, blinked a few times, and scanned the two life forms ahead of it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Excuse me?” Its feminine voice rattled in the girls’ eardrums, “Do you know where-” A bluish electrical shock rattled through the droid, shaking it in the air.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Are you okay?” Orange asked, still attempting getting over the shock of talking to a droid. It responded with electrical sounds rushing through its circuitry. Reluctantly, Orange took the disk-droid in her hands, opened a small hatch on the back, and messed around with the wires.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Orry, what are you doing?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I think I know how this… I’ve never seen this kind of technology before… huh…” Her hands moved rapidly about the droid’s interior, fixing things as they went. The droid blinked again, and closed the hatch, nearly catching Orange’s fingers. It blinked dizzily and finally recalibrated herself.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Hello. I am 88-79. Who are you?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I’m Orange, and this is Kardra.” She calibrated the names for a few seconds.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Orange? I believe that to be a color. Is that your real name?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Uhm… no. It’s Orantra, but Orange is my nickname.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Rather intelligent for a droid…” Kardra noticed. She reached her hand out, and petted the top, and she purred. Quickly, she retracted, as if she no longer liked her touch.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Did I do something wrong?” Kardra asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Oh… no.” There was a silence, one looking at the other inquisitively, “I request your assistance.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Assistance…?” They asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Yes. There is a certain person I need to meet.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Walk and talk with me.” Orange said. The two girls walked as the drone hovered by, attempting to stay silent.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            It was a rather awkward silence as they walked the rocky, desert ground. The drone kept her distance, keeping up as little conversation and rarely responding. This confused the two humans, as they wished to understand they little thing that had popped up into the lives. The simple pitter-patter of their shoes against sand and the whirring sound of the drone kept up an unwanted conversation. Finally, a break in the silence was required for the sanity of Orange.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Okay! Why are you so distant?” The drone looked at her, timidly, as if the thing had emotions.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I admit it is simple prejudice, and I am sorry for this biased accusation of your people. Forgive me if I appear… distant.” She kept to herself, still attempting little conversation. Orange sighed, realizing this would be the best she would get out of her.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            The walk had become more a nuisance than adventure by now. Two more suns had fallen, but the light was still visible. What broke the silence was the elated burst of yelling that came from 88-79’s speakers. Only until she was close did she notice his injuries.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Are you alright?! Amasa! Speak to me!” The two girls came up, and looked upon probably one of the strangest things they had seen…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            A young man, a boy really, more a cyborg really, was in a pile of trash, lying there. He was no human, and had a head similar to the drone: disk-shaped, black metal and blue eyes, with the exception his were sharper. Large, triangular-ish ears were placed at the back of his head. His right arm was completely mechanical, the lower part a large cylinder of armor with unknowns inside. The only part visible with skin was grayish and black like ash, and was scarred all over. His legs were completely metal, with non-human jointed knees. A tail adorned him, large, wide, and with an axe at the end. The boy groaned silently, as if dying. The drone looked shocked and terribly miserable as she looked at him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Amasa! Can you hear me!?” She yelled at him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Amasa?” Orange asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “What the heck is he…?” Kardra inquired. The droid completely ignored them, until she had her own words to say.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Help him!” She pleaded. The girls, both kind at heart, lugged the half-metal boy across the sands, blowing the footprints which lay in the sands…

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “So, who’re you?” The mother asked the boy. He was now bandaged up, yet still in pain.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I… I’m Amasa.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Last name?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Kaoms don’t have last names.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “So you’re a… ‘Kaom’…? Never heard of ‘em.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Well… you’re looking at one now.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Well… I can’t just kick you out. I guess you can have dinner with us. But if you lay a hand on my kids I swear I will-”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “There’s no need for that. I’ll behave.” The boy lifted himself up, and the drone that had been hovering by eagerly pressed her flat against the boy’s spine, span, and locked herself in place, becoming one with the boy. He got up out of the small bed, and walked over towards a table. The family was sitting down, father, mother, sisters, and brother. They all joined hands, put their heads down, and closed their eyes. Before a word was said, an inquisition was spoken.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “What are you all doing?” Amasa asked. The family looked at the stranger strangely, as if he looked stranger than he already did.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “What do you mean, ‘what are we doing’?” Orange asked, “We’re praying.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “… And that is?” The boy was obviously oblivious to this.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “… We’re thanking God for our food.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I thought your mother made the food…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Well… physically she did, but it was given to us by God.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I thought it came from the market.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Do you want the food or not?!” The mother asked angrily.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Yes please.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Then join hands and pray.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            The round table’s party all took one another’s hands, and said their prayers, and soon dug into the minute but filling meal.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “So,” the mother questioned, “what’s your story?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Mine?” Amasa asked, “Well… it’s a rather long one.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “We got time.” Orange stated. The family seemed rather eager to listen to the boy’s tales.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Well… I guess it started five hundred years ago when I was born…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Wait wait wait,” Cheese said, “Five hundred years ago?!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “Yes… Kaoms live very long lives.” He stated, “Now as I was saying, I worked for an empire, the Kmaom Empire to be exact. We were a power that treated others with tolerance and kindness, something other imperial forces hadn’t done in recent times. I myself was in a high-ranking position, a rather glorified post of an Astra-Tech. We were the ones who created and piloted the battlecruisers that flew the skies of space.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “You were in an empire…?” Cheese asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">            “I stated that, so yes, I was. The last thing I recall though was when my personal ship taken down… The Aenea, which was our planet’s moon mind you, was my ship. It was massive, able to eclipse the sky… and yet a single ship, more massive than this planet, came towards us, and devastated the 0051 Fleet. The captain told me these worlds before he fired.” He cleared his throat, and sighed the sigh of a broken person.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I am the Stargod. Your force will bow before us.” Cannons fired, and my fleet was destroyed… and my love… well… she and I escaped along with other, and last I recall was landing on a desert planet, and I was nearly half dead. With what little strength she had left, she gave me these mechanics… and died.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“… I’m sorry.” Orange attempted to comfort him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“It is of no matter. It’s a simple memory…” Amasa lifted himself up, “Thank you for the meal Mrs… uh-”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Magmafreezer.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><span style="font-size:12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Magmafreezer. Yes. I’ll be taking my leave now…” The boy walked towards the open exit, “Sol aona…” His tail swayed and his metals creaked as the final sun set its head and shaded the world around them.