I feel your pain, bro. And happy late birthday, by the way. ^^U
We were ordered to rendezvous with the surviving fleet on the opposite side of Rhome once we had re-established contact with Luft on Fargo. As we rounded the planet and approached the allied fleet, it was disheartening to see the damage as it spread further. There wasn't a single undamaged ship. I thought we took a beating, but I was amazed that some of these ships were still combat capable with the amount of holes in them. I hated seeing this. Not only because of the fact that I knew how much death and destruction was caused, but because there wasn't anything I could do to help. All the power I could ever want, and I was still as helpless as the rest of these people.
This would be all fine and dandy, except for one small detail…
YOU HAD INTEL ABOUT IT, YOU USELESS COCKSUCKER!Within a matter of minutes, and a few pints of blood later, we managed to find out that the allied fleet from the Gimson system had been ambushed and wiped out, which caused a bit of worry amongst the angel wing. Before we threw him in the brig, we also found out that Eonia has a secret weapon at his disposal. However, despite how much I….encouraged…him, the squad leader had no idea what that was.
Not just that, you have the advantage of having raised Eonia and knowing how he thinks as well as having Shiva, Luft and the whole crew of the Elsior backing you up on every damn decision you make, yet you choose to not do a damn thing! You didn’t try to alert anybody or coming up with some kind of contingency plan! Nothing! You did fucking nothing!
The angel wing came onto the bridge and passed their report on what they saw. Then the attention shifted to the wings on the emblem frames, as well as what happened to the Elsior. Everyone, myself included, were stumped about it. Then Tact looked at me and said, "Demon, is it possible that you caused it?" I was damn near ready to slap him for that question.
I’m sorry, does your penis get erect when you lose your temper at him or something? Why does everything Tact does have to make you angry in some way or another?
I sighed before I said, "Ok, I'll bite, why are you even asking that question? I'm just as confused by it as you all are."
He continued, "Well, lately, you've been gaining new abilities that you said you never had before. So, it got me thinking, what if this was another one? I mean, you were pretty mad just before it happened, and it happened as you finished yelling at everyone. So…" I just shook my head.
"No, Tact, that wasn't me. I can do a lot of things, but that was something else. What I do know is that whatever caused it, also fixed my arm." Holding up my now perfectly unscathed arm, everyone looked at me in surprise. Even the sleeve around it had been mended too.
How considerate of the Lost Technology to take care of his clothes too.
Not sure if it was my power or the Elsior, but I'm almost positive that it wasn't me.
Fuck you. A few chapters ago you unlocked a power you didn’t knew you had, courtesy of some part of your subconsciousness you didn’t knew it existed. You can’t give me that shit and then get angry at Tact for suggesting you have even more powers.
Milfeulle had a look of confusion on her face as she asked, "What happened with your arm? It looks fine to me." I explained to her what had happened since she left. From the look of shock on her face, you would have sworn I'd kicked her puppy or something.
What are the chances he went into loving detail about the nature of the wound in order to draw maximum sympathy from her?
After I finished, Almo spoke up, "Communication from General Luft." Tact ordered the channel open as we all turned to face the tactical display, where a separate window popped up and Luft's face came on. "Thanks for the hard work, Tact. Is the Angel Wing with you?"
Tact responded, "Yes, everybody's here and safe for now. And…how's the situation over there?"
Luft's expression dropped as he said, "The situation, eh…Simply put, I'm now the acting commander of the entire fleet." Tact was a bit confused by that as he said, "Acting…commander? What happened to Admiral Sidmeier?" I'll bet I know that answer.
Luft replied, "While he was escaping Fargo, he was attacked by Eonia's forces…" Oh, ok, maybe I didn't know the answer. I figured part of the station collapsed on him. Though, I suppose it still served him right for being so arrogant.
Tact simply said, "I see…" Luft continued, "What's more, we haven't heard from any of the people above me. Unfortunately, I'm in charge now." Then I spoke up.
"Good, that lard bucket wasn't much use in the field to begin with anyway. At least now I know I won't get sent up the river without a paddle twice with you in charge Luft. You took my lessons to heart quite well during the wars back then, and they'll be extremely useful to you now."
Classy. And I love how he, yet again, takes the opportunity to brag.
Shiva had a sad look on her face as she understood how many victims there were. Luft popped up as he said, "Demon, I know you didn't get along with him, but have a little respect for the dead." I scoffed as I stared at him and said, "Luft, the only reason I didn't kill him myself was because his majesty begged me not to touch him while we were here. I have far more respect for Prince Shiva than I do for Sidmeier. Death will not change that. Now…"
Why is this guy still alive? No, really. He just admitted he would have killed a high ranked member of the army for badmouthing him had he not been told otherwise. At this point the reasons for leaving him stranded on some asteroid and then bombarding the whole thing far, far surpass those to keep him around.
Prince Shiva cut me off. "Enough. Luft, I shall entrust you with the job of reuniting and reviving the Imperial fleet." Luft bowed his head as he said, "I respectfully accept the appointment. I'll push these old bones to do everything that they can." I scoffed as I said, "Pfft, old bones? Luft, you're still a kid compared to me. If anybody should be saying that, it would be me."
“Please ignore the fact I injected myself with some bullshit formula precisely because I didn’t like the idea of growing old.”
The both of us laughed at my joke before he said, "Now then, Tact. As for your future…" Part of me had a feeling what he was going to say, but I still couldn't help but hold my breath a bit as I waited for him to finish.
"I would like to trust the Elsior and the Angel wing to your continuing command. Will you accept?" I let out a quiet sigh of relief. I was actually getting used to having Tact around. It would be a damn shame to send him on his way without at least imparting some of my knowledge onto him.
Much like with Eonia, I cannot imagine what you could possibly teach him. Especially since he’s been “second guessing” most of your battle plans so far.
Tact smiled and said, "Of course. Thank you for the appointment."
Luft nodded as he said, "Take care of them. I have other things to talk about, but my problems are still piling up. When you have the time, I'd like a full report. In any case, go ahead and get some rest." Tact bid him farewell and closed the com line.
He turned to the Angel wing and said, "…So that's how it is, everybody. I'm back to being your commander." I scoffed, "Great, Eonia screwed up, now we're never going to get rid of him." Prince Shiva and I laughed at my joke, but everyone else just looked at us horrified as I added, "It was a joke, by the stars, lighten up. I'm actually starting to like him, even if he does get on my nerves every now and again." I threw him a snarky look as everyone laughed at that joke with him saying, "What did I do to deserve this?"
“Geez, what’s with you people? I only made a joke about Eonia failing to kill your commander right after he destroyed a satellite city, carved up a planet and killed an untold amount of people. Lighten up!”
As Milfeulle welcomed Tact back as the commanding officer, there was an awkward silence between the two of them for a few moments. That had me worried. I swear, if I threw away my chance with her for him to screw up, there would be nowhere in the galaxy far enough away to hide him from me.
I was under the impression you never had any chance to be with her because you are a “demon” and in charge of bodyguarding the Royal Family, but I guess taking responsibility for your own shit is not a superpower you have unlocked yet.
Then the alarms went off, causing Lester to jump and call for a report. Coco answered him. "Change detected in the Black Moon! Sending image to the main screen!" Oh right, almost forgot we weren't out of the woods yet with that thing. She continued, "The Black Moon is producing automated ships one after another. They're starting to gather on its periphery." Great, of course an arms factory would have extras lying around. Not going to lie, this thing was beginning to get on my nerves. The automated ships were forming a defensive line in place of the attack satellites that the Angel wing had just destroyed. Figures it would patch that up as quick as it could, so much for that window of opportunity.
Having a character be dismissive and/or snarky about a threat is a valid narrative tool, but like with everything else, it has to be used accordingly. Otherwise, you risk killing the readers’ interest. After all, if the main character cannot take the planet-busting superweapon seriously, then why would the readers?
As the discussion continued on the bridge about the black moon's production capabilities, I decided to get lost in my thoughts. So, if the black moon was similar to the white moon, then shouldn't the white moon have a similar capability? I was so entranced by my own thoughts that I didn't realize the angel wing had left the bridge and Prince Shiva was tugging on my tails, snapping me out of my thoughts. She motioned her head towards the door, to which I nodded, and followed her off the bridge.
As we traversed the hall towards the elevator, Shiva asked, "You looked deep in thought, Howard. What's on your mind?" I glanced at her before answering, "I got to thinking about the Black moon. If it's similar to the white moon, then shouldn't the white moon be able to do something similar along those lines?"
“It would be nice if we could have our own planet-destroying superweapon.”
Shiva's expression jumped a bit as she said, "I…I'm not sure. Though, it would greatly help our situation if it could. We could ask Lady Shatoyarn about it and see if she knows more."
There's that name again. I swear, I've heard the name Shatoyarn before, but I couldn't remember where.
As I called the elevator, I looked at Shiva and said, "That name. Who is Lady Shatoyarn? I've heard the name before, but I can't remember where, and it's bugging the hell out of me." Shiva replied, "She's the Holy mother in charge of the White Moon. She basically handles everyone involving the white moon from the collection of Lost Technology to the Angel Wing to the defense of the White moon. I'm surprised you didn't know that. Age starting to catch up with you there, Howard?" She threw me a jokingly coy look as I said, "No, it's not that. I kinda knew that, but it feels like I've heard the name in reference to something else that was completely different. Ahhh, it's no bother, I'll remember eventually."
“Preferably when I can get the most attention.”
The elevator arrived and we boarded it as Shiva continued, "Did you really not like Admiral Sidmeier that much? I mean, I remember what happened at the royal gala vaguely, but still, I didn't think you held a grudge like that against him." I shrugged my shoulders as I said, "It's not just that. He's always been too arrogant and he let his power go to his head entirely too much. If he hadn't been so drunk off of a simple victory, he probably would have seen this whole mess coming and we might have been better prepared for it. However, no use speculating about it at this point."
If you only had received some kind of clue that Eonia had a secret weapon, but nope. This is all Sidmeyer’s fault, obviously.
She nodded as she then brought up another point. "So, not saying I'm not impressed with your abilities, but, um…since when can you breathe in space?" The doors opened on Deck C as I replied, "Actually, I discovered that by accident during the boarding incident. They tried venting the air out of a compartment they had me isolated in, and…well. It's a bit odd, but something told me to focus my power towards my chest. I did that, and I was able to breathe. I decided to put it to the test back on the shuttle, and sure enough, it worked. Plus, it felt good to be back in action and to deal some payback to those annoying flies."
Shiva chuckled as she said, "While I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, you didn't come out of that without a scratch." She poked me through one of the holes in my armor as I said, "Yeah, this armor was getting old anyway. Which actually brings up something I've been meaning to talk to you about. So, back when the Blancmanche merchants were here, there was an apprentice blacksmith advertising his masters forge back on Transbaal. I got to talking with him, and he took a good look at my armor. Apparently, his master has been itching for the opportunity to craft some quality work since all he ever gets is requests for novelty items. I think we should give him a royal commission for my armor, as well as anything else that either myself, or you decree would be needed. What do you think?" As we walked into the audience chamber, I swear, I've never seen a grin that big on her face in my life.
“I know we just survived a genocide, but I really need you to buy me a new armor.”
Shiva sat down and replied, "Absolutely. You have my full blessing to set up a commission with this blacksmith upon our return to Transbaal. Now, with that issue out of the way, as for what I have in mind for you." I took a seat next to her as she looked to the ground, her expression dropping faster than a ship in Chrono drive. "I know how much Eonia means to you. So, this isn't exactly easy for me to ask."
I shifted lightly in my seat, uncomfortable with what I was afraid was coming. "When we catch up to Eonia, I want you to take a shuttle. The Angel wing will carve you a path to his flagship, and you're to board it. He'll have one last chance to surrender himself to you for judgement. If he doesn't…"
"…I'm to kill him." I finished for her. I was in a split state. Half of me was in absolute shock at the fact that, even with all this extra death and destruction that he has caused, Shiva's still willing to spare him for my sake. On the other half was dread. She was basically ordering me to kill a man I raised like my own son since before he could walk. I couldn't have been more proud of Shiva for making a tough call like that. But on that same note, I was sick at the idea of having to kill Eonia. Nevertheless, given everything he's done, I really couldn't defend him at this point.
Let’s pretend they cannot open a channel to communicate with Eonia and ask him to surrender. Let’s pretend they can successfully carry Howie all the way to Eonia’s ship in the middle of a battle and that he can successfully get inside. Hell, let’s pretend Eonia actually agrees to surrender and they go back to the Elsior.
Then what? Eonia is a guy who is guilty of killing thousands, if not millions of people, including the Royal Family. At the very best, he’s gonna get a few dozen life sentences. At worst, he’s getting the space electric chair. Yet we’re going to risk everybody’s life in some crazy maneuver for the sake of some superpowered cretin who can breathe in space?
Shiva nodded her head and said, "Yes. I hate asking this of you, Howard. But, out of everyone in the galaxy he's hurt, he hurt you the worst. I couldn't think of a more fitting punishment for him if he doesn't surrender. I understand if you don't want to undertake…"
The people who died a fiery death? The people who survived with crippling injuries? The people who lost their homes? The people who lost their loved ones? None of them has been hurt as much as Howie.But, out of everyone in the galaxy he's hurt, he hurt you the worst.
"It will be done, Shiva. No matter what happens, when we find him, this will end."
She looked at me with surprise before she lightly smiled and said, "Somehow, I shouldn't be surprised. You have been my most loyal guardian and most trusted friend. Thank you." She then stood out of her chair and hugged me. I hugged her back for a few moments before she asked, "By the way, how are things between you and Milfeulle Sakuraba?" My stomach lightly jumped when she asked that as we broke the hug and I said, "Tact had an interest in her as well, so when he wanted to ask her to the ball, I told him he didn't need my permission to ask her. So, as it stands, we're really good friends. Hopefully, Tact won't screw up any more than he has at this point and their relationship will grow…I hope." Adding that last part on there, Shiva looked at me with an irritated look as she said, "Seriously, Howard? You have every right to be happy just like everyone else. Don't get me wrong, I'm not upset at you trying to help Tact out. You've always been a good person at heart and placed others above yourself. The stars only knows how many times you've proven this. But it doesn't hurt to be a little bit selfish every now and again."
Stop trying to convince me he’s motherfucking space Jesus when he hasn’t even asked how you feel or can’t be bothered to stay at your side for more than five fucking minutes.
I couldn't help but laugh at this situation. Shiva smiled as I said jokingly, "My, how the tables have turned. Instead of me lecturing you, it's you lecturing me. It's official, I'm out of a job. I'm putting in my two week notice." We both laughed at my joke before I stood up and said, "Well, if you'll excuse me, Shiva, I need to take this off. Unfortunately, it's not useful at this point. I'll talk with Creta in the hanger and see if I can't use some spare parts to patch it up until we get back to Transbaal." She bowed to me lightly, and I to her as I took my leave and made my way to the hanger.
At this point I’m sure Guardian Hawk wrote more about his self-insert’s costume than his past relationship with Eonia or Luft.
After a brief discussion with Creta, she was more than happy to take on the job. Whether it was because she wanted a change of pace, or something easier to do for a change, I don't know, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. From there, I made my way to the Galactic viewing park to find part of the ceiling broken apart and hanging down. If I didn't know any better, I would have guessed that the sky was falling from the look of it. Part of me was a bit disappointed that this part of the ship took damage, but at least it didn't take much. So, I took it upon myself and used my power to start shifting parts of the ceiling back in place. You could imagine my surprise when I found out the same power I used to erect a barrier around the Elsior, could also be used to move things around. Granted, I was still shaky at it, but I figured now would be a good time to practice.
Barriers, breathing in outer space and moving objects? Did you swallow a Green Lantern ring?
I was in the part for about half an hour and was about two thirds of the way done fixing the first panel when Milfeulle came in. "Oh, Demon! You came here too?" I looked back at Milfeulle as I stopped fixing the panel and said, "Yeah, I figured I'd come here and clear my head. Though, you can imagine my surprise when I saw the ceiling, so I decided to take a bit of time and practice using my newfound power and fix it up a bit." She smiled as she said, "You're not wearing your armor. That's a nice change." I was surprised she pointed that out that I felt my face heat up a bit. Was I blushing?
Aww, look at that! It almost makes you forgot he’s an irredemable asshole who threatened to kill Tact for using his real name!
I quickly brushed it aside as I said, "Yeah, I took it down to Creta to see if she'd be willing to patch it up for me until we got back to Transbaal. Surprisingly, she jumped at the chance, so, since I can't really sleep at the moment, I decided to come here."
She walked up beside me and looked at the panel I was working on. She looked at me and said, "Want to show me what you were doing?" I couldn't help but smile as I lifted my hand and focused my power back towards the panel, slowly mending the broken edges as I said, "What I'm doing here is I'm focusing on the broken edges of the panels and meshing them back into one seamless piece. I'm still a bit…new at this, but hopefully, this will give me the practice I need to use it for more localized uses." I glanced over at her and saw her smiling at me.
So, his new power not only allows him to move the panels but also solder them perfectly. Sure, why not? I can’t wait until he finds a way to create a pair of crimson energy wings to fly around.
I smirked and asked, "So, how are you and Tact doing?" She jumped a bit at the question as she said, "Oh, well. I like him a lot, and he's a really good guy and commander…" Before she could finish, however, in came Tact. I swear, his timing is just too perfect.
Milfeulle's attention shot to him. "Ahh, Tact, you decided to come here too?"
He walked over to us and replied, "Hey Milfie, Demon. I would say have you two seen the ceiling, but…" He took notice of the fact I was fixing it. That was nice of him…I'm being sarcastic, by the way.
Milfeulle then said, "Yes. I was pretty surprised too."
As they continued their conversation, I couldn't help but feel a bit odd while I was fixing the ceiling. It was a combination of anger, sadness, and irritation. Like I didn't want to be near their conversation.
Was I jealous?
No, there couldn't be any possible way I was jealous. I was the one that set them down this road for the sake of the stars. I willingly gave up my chance with her so I could let those two have their moment. So, I decided to tune them out and refocus my efforts towards fixing the panel. However, I didn't have much success…
Tact's voice was the first I heard. "Yeah…A lot of places are damaged like this. I wonder if we're really going to be okay…" Wow, did I seriously want to slap him right now for saying that to Milfeulle of all people.
She replied, "I'm…worried too. Can we actually win?"
Tact sighed before saying, "…To tell the truth, I don't know. Are we good enough to…"
She cut him off, "Um, Tact. Is there anything that I can do?"
Tact paused for a moment, "Let's see…Well, for one, how about cheering me up? I've got to keep it together here." I rolled my eyes at his answer. Really? That was the best you could come up with?
She replied with, "I understand. Hang in there!" You know, I am usually all for her antics and humor, but I think she completely missed his point in this case. Though, he didn't help his case by making it extremely vague.
He laughed before saying, "That's not quite it."
Tact likes Milfeulle, but she barely gives him the time of the day because she wants Howie’s furry dick. Howie, for his part, wants to bang her while also acting like he can’t have her, so he lashes at Tact for not going after her while also getting irritated every time Tact does try to go after her.
At this point I would rather have Tact attempt to sexually harass Milfeulle, get his ass kicked and dissappear forever than to see him suffering in some shit attempt at a “love triangle”.
She was quick to apologize, even though she had no reason too. He continued, "It's alright. I really wish I could." She then asked him to walk with her, to which he agreed. She then looked at me and said, "We'll be right back Demon." I looked at her, smirked, and nodded before getting back to work on the panel.
After about ten minutes, I finally finished the one panel. Even though I was still relatively new at this, it looked pretty good.
Awesome. Now you can go ahead and keep threatening anybody on the maintenance crew knowing that you could replace them anytime.
So, I decided to start another one. Before I could start, however, a loud trilling alarm began to ring out. I ran over to Milfeulle and Tact as they asked what that alarm was. I could hear a mechanical shifting, like something was beginning to open. Next thing we knew, a massive gale kicked up and caught all three of us off balance. I regained my footing almost instantly and grabbed the two of them by their arms to help them with their balance. Then Lester's voice came over the com system.
"Hey! Is somebody in the park!? If so, hurry up and evacuate!"
Tact spoke up over the wind, "Lester! What's going on here!?"
Lester was surprised to hear Tact's voice. "Tact!? You idiot, what are you doing…"
Milfeulle stepped in, "We're just in the park, there's no reason to call us idiots."
Then I spoke up, "Unless you're accusing us of something, which, if you're smart, isn't the case."
There, there, son. Nobody's saying you have a small dick, okay?
Lester quickly answered, "Whatever, just run! The park's airlock suddenly started opening!" The airlock? I can breathe just fine without the air. Tact and Milfeulle, however…
Milfeulle looked up in shock as she said, "Ehhh!? You're right, a corner of the ceiling is open!"
Tact then spoke up, "No way! That would mean the double airlocks are both open at the same time…" Weren't they designed to not work like that? Wait a minute…
Lester continued, "It's already opened, we can't do anything about it. We don't know what's broken, but the bridge controls aren't working either. In ten minutes, all of the air there will be gone. You've got to get out. And when you leave, make sure to close the barrier." The odds of all of that happening at the same time are about as good as getting struck by lightning…..oh no.
The same supernatural luck that has been completely absent from the plot aside of that time in chapter three where it was used as an excuse for Howie to play the White Knight and defend Milfeulle from Ranpha?
Tact acknowledged and called for us to follow him. I looked at Milfeulle as she said, "But what'll happen to the park if the airlock opens?" That was a very valid point, sadly, everything in here would suffocate to death. Plants can't survive without oxygen. As Tact explained it, Milfeulle began to break down. Once she brought up the Kafukafu tree, I began to wonder if there was anything we could do. Then Tact chimed in.
"Okay, I'll close that airlock. I can get up to it using that ladder. From there, I can close it manually." Good thinking Tact.
Then she looked at him with a determined look, "Yes! I'll help you too!"
Lester was exasperated, "I can't believe I'm hearing this. Look here!"
I decided to step in as well. "Mr. Coolduras, that will be quite enough. The situation will be handled, you will receive a report when we're done." With that, I closed the com line, and the three of us made a sprint for the ladder towards the manual controls.
Tact began to climb the ladder, and I was getting ready to start up behind him when Milfeulle called out for him to look out. We were both confused what she meant until Tact get hit with a can in the face. Of course the garbage would start flying as well. After he got hit with a few pieces, I used my energy whip to try and deflect as much of it as I could. The wind, however, was knocking my aim off, so I was only hitting every other piece. After Tact got shoved inside a trash can that started to pull him toward the airlock, I used my energy whip and wrapped it around his ankle. I managed to stop him from being pulled out, but I couldn't pull him back down with the force of the pressure difference. Milfeulle called for him to stick his arm out and grab the railing that was near him. Once he got a hold of it, he pulled the can off him and I retracted my whip.
After making sure he was alright, he made his way over to the manual controls. However, when he tried to close the airlock, the hydraulic mechanism wasn't pushing the hatch very hard. It must have been damaged as well. I groaned as Tact shouted, "The controls aren't responding to my commands. I don't know what else we can do." Then I shouted at him, "Keep pushing the controls to close the hatch!" I leapt into the wind and let it carry me towards the airlock as both Milfeulle and Tact shouted after me. As I drew close to the airlock, I used my energy whip to latch onto a maintenance ladder rung and pull myself behind the hatch. From there, I placed myself between the bulkhead and the hatch and started to push the hatch shut. After about a minute, between Tact and me, we managed to seal the airlock and stop the rest of the air from escaping. However, once the airlock was shut, I lost my footing and fell off the rung.
I could hear the two of them shouting after me as I fell. Thinking quickly, I whirled my energy whip around a few times to get a good flow of momentum going, then launched it at the rung I had used a second ago. It wrapped around the rung, and yanked on my arm, stopping me from falling. I was still about thirty feet in the air, but I could handle that. I whipped my arm, sending a wave through the whip and released it from the rung, allowing me to drop to the ground as it retracted back into my claws. I shook out my arm as Tact and Milfeulle both ran over to me to make sure I was alright.
Yet another scene that served to show Tact’s bravery in the game is now used to shill Howie. That makes it…uh, all of them?
After I reassured them that I was fine, Tact decided to set the park off limits with the exception to the repair crew and investigation crew. As they began to come to the realization that it was Milfeulle's luck that caused this incident, her mood dropped from worry to guilt as she apologized for her luck. Tact tried to calm her down by saying that his worries were gone as a result of it. Plus, he also managed to save the park as a result of taking a few lumps. Then he brought up the point that she'd been acting a bit odd since the ball. She denied it of course, but even though he dismissed it, I wasn't convinced. Then when she decided to go, he offered to go with her, to which she declined. Then I offered to go with her, and she declined me as well. She then said excuse me and ran out.
Tact looked after as he said, "…What's wrong with her? She didn't need to run off in a panic like that…Well, whatever. I have to get going too. Now that I've settled down, I'm ready to get some sleep." I couldn't help myself at this point and slapped him upside the head. Holding his head, he asked what I did that for.
"Ok, jackass, I seriously don't get why I am still trying to help you with her at this point. She ran out of here in a panic because obviously, something is bothering her. Your job, at this point, is to go chase after her and try and figure out what's wrong."
“Don’t you see I was trying to help you when I embraced her and whispered into her ear that I would destroy the galaxy to protect her!? How can you be so freaking dense!?”
Tact looked at me and said, "Ok, ok, I'll go find her a bit later when she's calmed down. I don't think it would do much good if I chased her now." To that, we both left the park and I went back to my room for the night. As I got undressed, I couldn't help but be worried about Milfeulle. Why was I helping Tact at this point? Was I really trying to help him, or was I just trying to keep myself distanced from having a relationship at all. Of course, while not having a relationship would help keep me from getting distracted, on that same note. I actually liked how it felt to have someone to think about and be affectionate towards.
This guy appeared on planet Transbaal when he was twenty-eight, made himself a name from street fighting and opened a martial arts school where he kept teaching even after he transformed into Inuyasha’s dad at fifty-two years-old.
Yet in all those years he never entered a relationship?
Once I took a well-deserved shower, I got in my bed and fell asleep.
Several hours later, I heard Almo's voice come over the announcement circuit. "Commander Mayers, Angel Wing, and Demon of the West, your presence is requested on the bridge. I say again, Commander…"
I sat up and rubbed my face. I definitely felt a lot better after getting some sleep, but within a few minutes of getting my bearings, my thought process resumed the track it was on before I went to bed. However, that would have to wait. I quickly got dressed in my normal red under tunic and white tunic with my fur tails. I made a reach for my armor before I realized that I gave it to Creta to patch up. Once I was dressed, I quickly made my way to the bridge.
Thrilling getting dressed action.
Upon arriving at the bridge, I found most of the Angel wing, minus Milfeulle and Ranpha, as well as Lester, Creta and Prince Shiva waiting. I apologized for my delay, which Shiva quickly dismissed. Tact arrived a few minutes later and apologized as well, to which Shiva scolded him. One of the perks of being the Prince's guardian.
It’s almost as if the commander of the ship has more responsibilites and is far more important than some random asshole.
However, Ranpha and Milfeulle were still missing.
I looked over at Forte and asked, "Where are Ranpha and Milfeulle? It's not like them to be late to things like this." Forte looked at me before responding, "I sent Ranpha to go find Milfeulle. She wasn't answering her com line and her room was empty." This had me worried. As I shook my head lightly, Creta walked by the door and pulled a cart behind her, saying, "Well, before we begin, I finished patching up your armor. I used a few spare armor plates we had from the Emblem frames, so it should last you until you get a new set forged. I also took the liberty of adding a layer of ballistic mesh behind the armor already present, so it will be harder to shoot through. Though, that doesn't mean go jump in front of Forte during target practice." Everyone chuckled at her joke as I walked forward and said, "Thank you very much Creta. Funny enough, that will be coming in very good use here soon."
I think the order of character importance in this story would be something like this:
- Howie’s Armor
- Absolutely everybody else
I began to put my armor back on when Ranpha ran onto the bridge. "Hold on! I finally found her!" Milfeulle glumly walked onto the bridge behind her, not saying a word. I looked at her and that look of misery would have made a clown cry, I swear. I finished strapping my armor on and began putting my pauldrons back on as Ranpha continued, "Hey, listen to this! Milfie was hiding in the warehouse!" As I finished strapping my other pauldron on and adjusted it, Milfeulle spoke up, "I-I wasn't really hiding." Ranpha shot her a sarcastic look as she said, "Hrmph. Then what would you call sitting in the corner if not hiding?"
I walked over to Milfeulle as Tact asked her what was wrong. She said that she was alright, but I wasn't convinced. I leaned my head next to her ear and whispered, "Somebody who's alright doesn't sit in a corner in the warehouse. Would you feel better if you talked about it privately?" She shook her head as she whispered, "I'm okay, really Demon. It is kind of you to ask though, thank you."
Am I the only one who thinks this shit is getting progressively creepier? Look at it. I feel like I’m watching a child embarrassed that she just peed herself, shaking her head when asked if there’s something wrong only for her father to notice, whisper into her ear and take her aside to help her cleaning up.
I straightened up, still not convinced as I turned towards the group as Mint spoke up. "Everybody is here now. Okay, Miss Creta, what do you have to tell us?"
She stepped forward and began, "Yes. During the battle last night, the phenomenon that happened with the Elsior and the Emblem Frames. The result of our investigation is that all the control and power systems of the Elsior and the Frames have been rewritten. In other words, even though the exteriors haven't changed, the contents have been completely reborn." I groaned lightly, resulting in me getting an elbow in my thigh by Prince Shiva. We already knew that, well, at least I did since Almo was the one who called it out during the battle yesterday. Not to mention all the systems that were on fire were suddenly fixed was a pretty big clue too.
He’s like a repeating student thinking himself clever for already knowing about the subject the teacher is talking about.
Coco added, "Like I thought, so the systems weren't going berserk…" I rolled my eyes as Almo said, "But wasn't there suspicious access from outside during then?" Wait, what? When the hell did that happen?
Creta answered, "This didn't come from outside of the ships. The new system data has been sleeping inside them for a long time." Tact then asked, "Asleep inside them? Then you mean that it was woken up?" Very astute deduction Tact, even if it was completely unnecessary.
As opposed to your “very necessary” eye-rolls, groans and derogatory thoughts.
Creta continued, "Right. As you know, there's still a lot that we don't know about Lost Technology." Yeah, that's for damn sure. "Our technological analysis is progressing well, but we still can't duplicate these ships…and even though we Priestesses of the White Moon have studied hard, most of the tech in the Elsior and Frames remains a mystery."
Forte commented, "Even though they're the jewels of Lost Technology, in the end, they're still just big black boxes to us?" Creta replied, "That's one view to take. But I was finally able to get a clue to their mystery last night. First, as to the system update, I believe it's related to the pilot's mental condition, but I'm not sure of the details. But, I do know that all the performance features; attack defense, and speed increase while the frames have their wings. What's more, all pilot's link to the HALO system was recorded at over 100%. In those situations, when the shining wings appear, it seems like the full potential of the Emblem Frames can be drawn out."
Each of the girls were in shock at the new information, I, however, got lost in thought again. So, if that brought out the best in the frames, did that mean we'd have to be put into a situation like that again to get the wings to reappear? That also raised another question. How did the frames attain a link beyond 100%? Was that even physically possible without killing the pilot? Then a statement Creta made snapped me out of my thoughts.
"If Lady Shatoyarn were here, she might have some insight, but given the situation…" That damn name again. This was seriously going to drive me batty. Where have I heard that name before? I get she's the Holy Mother of the White Moon, but I swear there was another situation where I heard her name.
There are not enough words to describe how much I don’t care.
Every single original plot element (the boarding of the Elsior, the slaughtering of Eonia’s soldiers, the interrogation of their leader, the picking of samples of the Kafukafu three for research, etc.) has been left unaddressed and had zero effect on the plot.
Howie’s backstory is an inconsistent clusterfuck that only serves as a cheap excuse to brag, brood or justify being acquaitances with important figures in the galaxy.
Likewise, nothing he does ever has any negative repercussions on him. Threaten a member of the maintenance crew and risk killing everybody? Nothing. Slaughtering an army on board? Nothing. Admitting wanting to kill a high ranked officer? Nothing.
In short, I have no reasons to care for whatever crap Guardian Hawk is cooking up.
Tact thanked Creta for her explanation before asking if the Elsior was altered in the same way, to which Creta confirmed. However, only the defensive systems and shields were reinforced. Lester was disappointed in the lack of a bolster to the attack system, but Creta made a comment that really caught my attention, "Yeah…or rather, maybe we should say that it does for now?"
My eyebrows shot up at this as Tact said, "For now? Sounds like you've got something to add." She smiled as she said, "Actually, in the rewritten systems, I found data showing a possible armament we could add to the Elsior." You know, I thought the carrier looked like it wasn't finished. I thought I was just being picky.
The guy who never left planet Transbaal until the start of the war somehow thought the ship widely known as a ceremonial vessel was missing some armament. For fuck’s sake, Guardian Hawk, can’t you stop fellating your self-insert for one damn paragraph?
Tact then asked, "Another armament? What is it?" Creta replied, "A large scale energy cannon that could be attached to the bow. I think it'd be enough to stand against the Black Moon." Hang on, we had access to a weapon powerful enough to combat the black moon, yet we didn't use it at the beginning of this Coup? Are you kidding me right now? What in the name of the stars happened to that cannon? Naturally, it was Milfeulle who asked that question. I was beginning to think if Mint was the only telepathic one in the lot.
“Common sense” is not a superpower, Howie. Even if it would dictate that they should have executed your furry ass long ago.
Creta walked over to a panel and pulled up a display of a set of blueprints for a weapons plant, saying that she found it with the weapon data. So, not only did we have a large scale weapon, but we also had access to a weapons plant as well? The more Creta kept talking, the angrier I began to get. Who would seriously sit on all of this during a war and not utilize it? It was almost as if they wanted the war to drag out.
Don’t worry, there’s not conspiracy going around here. Howie’s just being his usual dumbass self.
At this point, I'd been silent long enough.
"So where is this weapon exactly?"
Creta hesitated before she said, "I think Prince Shiva knows that better than I do." My gaze shot immediately to her in shock. No, there was no way she would purposely sit on information like this when her people were dying and her family had been wiped out. As we all looked at her, She said, "Even I am not certain either. However, I think that I do know this place." Tact begged her to say what it was, to which she said, "It's…the White Moon." And that unleashed the firestorm that confused the hell out of everyone, myself included.
As the discussion continued, I couldn't help but feel rage towards the white moon. They had the access to compete and combat with the army that Eonia brought with him, but instead chose to be passive in the conflict that wiped out the royal family, and Fargo, and Rhome, and who knows how many billions of people.
Pity Guardian Hawk left out the conversation with Luft where he explained that Shatoyarn sealed the White Moon inside an impenetrable shield right after the Elsior escaped the initial attack in order to keep the Lost Technology inside out of Eonia's reach.
After a few minutes, Tact made the decision to head to the White moon. Like that was even in doubt. Between getting the armaments needed to take on Eonia and the Black Moon, as well as getting a full explanation of this from Lady Shatoyarn, all roads led to the same place. There was some argument from Lester, however, that was quickly put to rest.
Milfeulle added something that really tugged at my heartstrings. "I understand. I'll…do my best to not cause you any problems." Tact reassured that she was no trouble at all, to which I only shook my head. It was painfully obvious that something was bothering her and had her convinced that she was trouble. Yet, dipstick over there couldn't be more troubled to delve deeper into the matter. Looks like the only way to fix that problem is to give it a…friendly nudge in the right direction.
The only way I see this pitiful attempt at a love triangle could be salvaged is if Howie realizes he’s been a complete cunt and apologizes for troubling Tact and not recognizing Milfeulle’s feelings. Then again, I have more chances of directing a Star Wars movie than Guardian Hawk admitting his self-insert is an extremely flawed individual.
Tact ordered the ship to set course for the white moon. Hopefully, despite the fact it's at the heart of Eonia's fleet, we will be able to plow our way through and get some help, or at the very least…
Get some answers for some very strong questions.
“Moooom! I want my own fleet and superweapon and and and”
Good evening folks, I hope you're enjoying the story so far.
As much as wiping my asshole with sandpaper, yeah.
Quick disclaimer. Once again, I do not own the Galaxy Angel series, or the character Inu-no-Taisho that my OC was styled after.
Howard: Why are you doing that?
Howard: Putting Milfeulle into a conflict of interest between me and Tact like that?
I figured it would add a bit of flavor to the story.
Just like a cat turd can add flavor to a pizza.
Howard: Stop torturing the poor girl.
Awww, you really do care. Would you like to know who she picks in the end?
Howard: No, I only want her to stop being messed with like that.
Oh….well, I wasn't expecting that answer. Well, regardless, you'll get your wish soon.
I love how Guardian Hawk can't even pretend he gives a flying fuck about Tact.
Until then, we'll see you readers in the next chapter. Please review and favorite!
You know, I’ve just realized how much the summary of this story outright lies about the premise.
The tale of Galaxy Angel told from the perspective of the Guardian of the Royal family, who also happens to be a demon.
Right from the start, Howie is not a demon. There’s nothing supernatural about him, only shitty science. He just likes to call himself a demon because he’s got the mind of a fifteen years-old edgelord.
By the way, the second trilogy of Galaxy Angel games takes place on a universe where magic is the dominant force, not technology. You still fight with ships, mind you.
How will the galaxy handle a coup d'etat and a demon at the same time?
That sounds like an interesting idea, admittedly. There’s an actual demon from Hell bound to the Royal Family by a pact made by the first emperor, with Shiva being the latest host due to Eonia’s banishment and the death of the remaining members. Now the Angels will have to work even harder to protect her, for her death would mean the demon will finally become free to wreack havoc. Things get even more complicated when the demon, who cannot harm Shiva or anybody else she doesn’t want it to, uses every opportunity to attempt to sow discord among the crew of the Elsior.
Pity we got this crap instead.
Uh, pretty well? The saddest thing about this plot point that not only did not get anywhere but it didn’t even manage to take off, is that Howie is not only completely calm and confident about his trek into the stars, he’s also completely disinterested about it. Because awe is for losers, I guess.Better yet, how will he handle walking the stars for the first time during this war?