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TFtCS: Mind-Scorcher
    The two protagonists approach their exit, each dressed with a gas mask-esque facial coverage attached to a glass-like material that coats their faces. Both are in basic scrap armor, along with large cylindrical packs of oxygen against their backs; about 24 hours of air in each. Davy’s flintlock pops free from her bulky wrist, only to be grabbed by its biological opposite.
    “Remember Davy, we’re just scouting. Nothing more.” The static-filled voice makes its way through the captain’s earpiece, letting her respond with a nod. She flicks a lever along the top of the gun, causing a foot-long blade to unsheath from the underbarrel.
    “Jus’ in case.” Her mouth was covered by the air provider, though her arched eyes beamed with common enthusiasm. The short corridor’s three open doors all locked close, followed with the room’s air being vented back into the ship.
   
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TFtCS: Repeating Colors
    Stars soon lost their stretched shape and returned to their natural circular forms, the sudden jolt of immediate deceleration causing everyone held by the ship to jerk forward immediately afterwards. Below sat an odd world; once a tremendous cityscape, yet now all that remains is an uncountable number of metallic shards from the structures held by the dead planet, along with a gigantic crater between its north pole and equator.
    “Davy do you have any idea what you’re doing!?” Aggravation consumes the oldest of the crew as his rows of teeth grit and grind together, his face clearly enraged with the abrupt slipspace jump.
    “Listen-listen, we’re just ‘ere to find some salvage ‘n stuff, aight?” The driver’s optimism soon fades, now only in existence to mask the awkward afterthought of what she just did, along with a small smile and a pair of shrugging arms.
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TFtCS: What Awaits!?
    “New Harmony.”
    “WHAT!?” Davy’s face showed an excessive pool of shock from the historic name, hands slamming down against her contractor’s desk. “You can’t be serious! We JUST managed ta’ survive near-death and you wan’ us to go THERE!?”
    Lynn looked back down towards the screen of her borderless tablet, giving the listing a quick second glance.
    “Well I mean, you asked for the highest-paying job that’s available, not to mention that contracted missions tend to be pretty safe.”
    The pirate’s face relaxed as a sigh escaped from her now-calming body, leading for the woman to recline back and close her one eye.
    “The biggest threat is that the lack of an atmosphere is just gonna have to make you wear a suit. Other than that, you’ll just be just scavenging through the given locatio
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TFtCS: Hypervelocity
    The ship’s frontmost hull had now been fully sealed, the rough patches of metallic sheets and panels that covered the ship’s unnatural tear firmly locked and welded in place. It didn’t look the best, but it worked. Elo sat in the bowels of the ship, Davy and co being nice enough to transport the various removed pieces of broken, otherwise useless parts back inside of the mobilized facility for him. There he sat, repairing the gondola’s warp drive once more, intricately sparking various dislocated wires together. Seeing these various broken bits of space-age technology scattered about in dismay had never been quite as common for the mechanoid, even after acknowledging the fact that shipwork has been his whole life. The driver had sat dead for a while now, but when those two individual wires and their smaller appendages conjoined, it was as if a miracle had occurred.
    >Warp Drive: Online
    The change in stat
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TFtCS: Joyride
    Wind flew and fluttered through the air as Jessie and Elo began their two-man drive. The driver starred forward into the open distance from behind the tinted panels that masked his eyes, the aforementioned breeze from their speedy movement letting his hair flow within the oxygen’s grasp, fluttering and waving like a flag. Next to the man is where Elo sat, laid back and relaxed in the cool temperatures. Despite being a machine, he had a great appreciation for the gentleness of how nature could be, perhaps from his constant work of heavy machinery and industrial tools. For the first few minutes, the car’s passengers remained silent towards one another, as what would be their voices was rather the sound of grass being blown like a crater beneath them with the fast yet dampened wind. The automaton let out a sigh, his eye closing while doing so, only to open towards the driver.
    “This is all so weird…” He then looked down to
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TFtCS: Field Day
    The powerful sound of clanking metal filled the otherwise-peaceful sound of the suburban planet Maywater. Davy wore a pair of denim shorts and a deep-red bra while she worked on the once-glorious Homebound.
    “Elo, r’mind me again why you wanted the Vanguard t’ drop us off here again, would ya?” The captain looked down from the portcullis that held up the decently-sized ship, letting her and various other crewmates repair the ship’s lower hull with various scraps and pieces of material provided by their militaristic saviors.
    The young Observant droid was down among the few-inch-thick pink grass, constructing and repairing the ship’s more complicated and delicate components with equally as advanced tools, making Davy’s seem primal.
    “Well, I live here! After the war ended and the two factions released their Sentient droids out into the galaxy to live on our own, I cho
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TFtCS: Departure
    Just as Davy began to speak, the overwhelming sound of a loud siren blared it’s way from the large ship Brother arrived in. A soldier runs out through the angled panel under the transport. “Sir! We’ve detected a large sum of Lunar Polarity in the Pallux region of Harbinger space.
    “Damn it all…” The tall humanoid let out an annoyed grunt as he turned back to face the armored troop. “Then prepare the fleet!” He turns back to the human. “Listen, I’ll have everything you need transported to wherever you need, but you can’t tell ANYONE about what happened today. We’ll talk again soon, but I have some ultra-important affairs to attend to.” Brother stands, now just bantering out commands to his sum of soldiers, the specifics just blurred out to Davy.
    Steps soon made their way next to the tall woman, though were masked by the heavy sound of swirling hovers as a
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TFtCS: Passive-Aggressive
    Elo and his magical cooperate Melissa both began to recover from Observant’s short-lived attack. First was the less-harmed magician, who had managed to quickly recover from the single rib-breaking impact that was banged into her chest.
    “Damn… If it wasn’t for my magic I’d probably be dead…” The girl mutters out to herself while taking a limp stand. She took a few seconds to try and stretch what portions of her body weren’t under a barely-suppressed pain.
    “...Melissa…” A faint robot voice urns out from the other side of the room. Elo lays against a light crater in the wall, his body scathed in bruises and heavy injuries. Sparks flew from the wires that drooped from his dismemberment, causing her to quickly scamper over.
    “Oh-by-the-Forerunner’s-name.” The wizard ramped out from her throat.
    “I… I thin
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TFtCS: Uninvited Guest
    Melissa let out a bothered grunt as she finished stretching out her various bothered muscles and joints. “Heh, seems like the pirate needed a both nice AND amazing wizard to save him~” Rather than being met with some kind of unamused response that Davy has imprinted onto the woman, Elo begins to lose his sense of security. The automaton stands and begins to furiously type on the multiple consoles, the still-functional screens displaying as he activates various defenses.
    >Blast Barriers: Online
    >Sonar Cloak: Online
    >Bulkhead Locks: Online
    "Hey man, are you alright? That thing’s dead already.” The wizard placed a palm along the taller, yet much more fear-intolerable member of their little duo as all of the ship’s thick doors lock and windows close, though he merely ignores her and continues to furiously type.
    “Does-this-ship-have-any-de
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TFtCS: Falling Times and Glowing Eyes
    The bridge was cluttered with broken sheets of metallic materials, strewn repair tools, and a single machine rummaging through the array of various devices, all necessary for the ship’s proper function. A large of chunk that was once slotted into the newer android’s back has been removed, leaving a large, wide groove. The item sits next to Elo as he takes a knee, opened as if it were some strange toolbox. Plucking and repairing various innards of the devices had taken a chunk of time away from the young automaton, though he was interrupted and bothered by the sound of a high-pitched humming from outside the now-open windows.
    The droid looked up and called back towards his colleague who was down on the lower floor, though didn’t remove his eye from the strange visitor. “Uhh… Melissa…! It’s back…!”
    It just bobbed in the air and watched him, waiting.
    A human so
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Airmech: Flight's Fall
    Helix laid inside a large pile of rubble, metal beams and heavily scratched materials nearly covered his body, leaving the machine stranded between the destruction. The helicopter spots a weakened portion of wall through his cracked lense, now attempting to raise his right arm in an attempt to fire a well-landed rocket; perhaps it would blow an opening to free himself with. However, the arm doesn’t move. The semi-sentient automaton tries once more to lift them limb, but the extremity merely falls onto its side, revealing many snapped wires and hinges. It the weaponized member had been forcibly ripped from its cavity, sending a secondary shock of fear through the machine, now atop that of the destruction.
    Just like all of his combatants and brothers-in-arms, no pun intended, Helix lacked the ability to feel any sort of physical sense; he was a building-sized android after all. He then conjured a somewhat-stupid idea, though what could he do? T
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TFtCS: Time's Hostage
    Davy’s mind screamed at her to grab Jessie and run, that all would be fine and she would merely wake from this dream, though she knew miracles weren’t real. Jessie followed behind, his legs now untied and his arms merely wrapped at the forearms. He could easily fight off the two Frankenstein-esque guardian drones that walked next to him, though the man was kept at bay both because he had no idea what else Nemesis could have forged from these metal corpses, and that this all had some kind of major significance to his old friend; it wouldn’t be surprising if their captor was aware of this as well. Machines in the background were at full operation, spitting out various sheets of metal and mechanical parts, and it would look as if they’ve been for some time.
    “So tell me Jones, just why did you come visit my little hunk of sand?” Nemesis’s tone was soft and casual, which came off as quite unnerving to our p
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I see you've made your way onto this diddly darn dank meme that is my Deviantart! That part's pretty obvious, but what isn't as obvious is the kinds of art I make! Most of my stuff is either some kind of digital drawing, whether it's just a doodle or a polished thing, or it could be something I wrote. Taking a look through my journal will show off the fact that I have a bit of an obsession with writing for my main series "Tales From the Cosmic Sea." However, even though that's mo most original and scheduled thingymabob, I still tend to write a fan-fiction here or there at random, and no I don't make "Reader x Character" shippings or anything. Anyways, I really hope that you enjoy my artwork and have a fan-diddily-tastic time!

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So I was thinking of drawing some blueprints and/or pictures of Harbinger and Vanguard arsenals, sort of like some lore for TFtCS. If anyone cares to comment, may I get some thoughts? o:

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    The two protagonists approach their exit, each dressed with a gas mask-esque facial coverage attached to a glass-like material that coats their faces. Both are in basic scrap armor, along with large cylindrical packs of oxygen against their backs; about 24 hours of air in each. Davy’s flintlock pops free from her bulky wrist, only to be grabbed by its biological opposite.
    “Remember Davy, we’re just scouting. Nothing more.” The static-filled voice makes its way through the captain’s earpiece, letting her respond with a nod. She flicks a lever along the top of the gun, causing a foot-long blade to unsheath from the underbarrel.
    “Jus’ in case.” Her mouth was covered by the air provider, though her arched eyes beamed with common enthusiasm. The short corridor’s three open doors all locked close, followed with the room’s air being vented back into the ship.
    “Melissa, don’t let anything happen to the ship; call if anything happens.”
    “Yeah yeah, just don’t redirect me to Davy.” A snarky giggle lifts from the wizard in appreciation for her own remark.
    “Heh, fair enough. Davy, you ready to get a move on?” Jessie turns his head and gazes up to the six-foot human.
    “As ready as I c’n be!” She winks and reaches over to the thick metal door that leads to their adventure-filled void, exchanging a second nod with her co-captain before grabbing the lever. Davy twists the heavy crank to the left by 90 degrees, then pulls back so it’s aiming towards them. The gate loses any sense of weight it had, letting the woman easily push it open.
    The duo jump one after the other, their weight being pulled down by the surface below. The fall was slow and light; they were still on a planet after all, yet the lack of an atmosphere suppressed much of the gravity. They head down the cleared street, only having to vault over the large pieces of ripped-out metal pavement and a few of the heavier vehicles. It was pitch black, leaving the two only able to see what the lights under their covered ears could brighten.
    
“The coordinates say that the first detection of Solar Polarity was roughly a mile north, so we need to stay cautious.” Jessie spoke to his leader without either person looking towards one-another.
    
“Gotcha.” Davy responded, her tone a tad more mature than during the usual conversation. While she navigated mostly by launching off her arm and grappling on to whatever stuck from the ground, Jessie used his air tanks as a jetpack, thrusting himself forward. After turning down a few streets they approached a large, torn-apart vehicle.
    “An Anvil artillery cannon; didn’t think there would be any this far from the crater.”
    Out of nowhere, Davy dived on to her smaller cooperate, the both of them tapping against the rustic street behind the half-floating Vanguard tank. Above them an orange light flied by, similar to the ball that had been randomly appearing out of nowhere and haunting their ship. Something was odd, though. The thing’s path seemed more organized than before and shot forward as opposed to its usual semi-random path, not to mention that it was much smaller than previously viewed.
    The two looked at the collective of Solar Polarity as it zinged by like a soundless meteor, leaving them in awe.
    “By the Forerunner…” Jessie gawked at the object as it turned down the curved street. “Whoever has this thing clearly knows that they’re doing, and if the amount of light tells anything, they have much more of Sol than Nemesis did of Luna. We should turn back and call Brother.” Before Jessie noticed, Davy was already halfway up the street. “Wait for me!” He said in a wispy shout, now running and air-jetting in the same direction.
    Melissa entered the Homebound’s hubroom and pointed over to one of three relaxing crewmates.
    “Jevvin, watch the bridge for me.” The tall, dark man straightened his back after being addressed, followed by him hopping up off of the couch to briefly speak with the small woman.
    “Uhm, didn’t the captain leave you in charge of the ship, ma’am?”
    “Yes, but I have something very important to attend to. Now go!” The toned man jumped with fright before jogging up to the ship’s bridge.
    “Heh, pirates.” The magician heads down the ship’s main corridor and reveals herself to a stairwell, the same stairway to the ship’s lower hull and Elo’s laboratory. She enters, making sure to close the door behind her. “Jeez, kid’s got some nice handiwork.” The wizard looks around at the surprisingly well-done work that the recruit’s done with the poor amount of money and materials, but eventually has to make her way over to the basement’s main computer module. She stands in front of the console, its chair over by the desk where Elo had been tinkering with random pieces of metal prior. She extends her right arm, glowing particles quickly forming together as she pulls a distinct object out from hammerspace.
    “There we are!” An egotistical smile shapes Melissa’s face as she holds the large cylindrical object labeled ‘B-1.Observant” and slides it into one of the computer’s many ports.
    “Let’s hope this core still works…” She lifts the largest lever on the pad of buttons and keys, the oversized piece of outdated quantum machinery flickering itself online. After a few seconds, the desktop becomes fully operational, revealing an abundance of computer files and folders for Melissa to dig into.
    “Yes! Looks like the intelligence core wasn’t too damaged. Now let’s just see what this little pod has to say…”
    Jessie and Davy frantically sprint up the street, both using air propulsion in order to be quick about their up-the-street journey along with wanting to see just what they had witnessed. Davy took her collegue by the hand and jettisoned out her palm, aggressively tossing the both of them down the uneven street by one of its many large fragments. They collide with the series of curved buildings ahead, but in order to save time, they both use the lack of gravitational strength to merely sprint across the sideways surfaces. The shards of uphill buildings jostle around under the pair’s frantic steps, both his and her exposed hair floating carelessly in the vacuum. Davy jumps and slides across the rough ground while Jessie planted himself down with a crouch, either way, they were both left gawking once more.
    Overhead, two opaque, flame-tailed balls of light fly towards each other, a small one versus a larger counterpart, at least triple in size.
    “Whoa... “ The woman softly vocalizes as she slowly takes a knee, awe-filled at the two singularities of hypnotic mystery as glowing masses of energy bubble and orbit around each. The two masses soon collide, revealing an eye-numbing surge of yellowish shine. The two pirates cover their eyes and look away, yet the newly-formed energy source was utterly chaotic. The ground glowed with reflected in the sudden flashbang; whatever this light was, it was gigantic, almost seeming as if a star had just gone supernova in mere seconds.
    “Dammit!” Jessie shouted as his palm was yanked from the glowing surface, forcing him back into a proper stance. “Whatever’s going on here, it’s extremely hot and my eyes don’t like it; we gotta go!” Sweat pours from the two humans’ foreheads as they jump and begin to sprint away, the airless void heating up at an extreme rate.
    “MELISSA! Get the ship ready!” Davy tapped into and spoke through her mask’s communicator, yet received a response from an alternate person.
    “Captain!? What in bloody blazes is going on out there!?”
    “Jev-!? Whatever! Just prep the ship so we c’n get outta dodge!”
    “Yes Captain!”
    The two headmasters of the ship run faster and faster, sweat emerging from their skulls, only to be picked up and blobbed away by the void. No matter where they went, everything was still hot and bright; every corner of every street was unbearable. Davy looked up as the hundreds of widespread pieces of debris and long-dead bodies floated through the former atmosphere were now made visible, causing her pupil to shrink in a frantic panic.
    “There!” The co-captain shouted, pointing outward to the parked Homebound. The planet’s crust had began to literally burn off the bottoms of Davy and Jessie’s shoes, so she did the one thing she could. The short man was taken in hand by his superior as her hand launched towards the wall of broken constructs that sat near the side of their gondola, eventually being yanked over towards said surface and forced into another wall-run. The airlock flings open as Davy takes a dive, barely grabbing onto the surface as the tips of their clothes became smelted in a colorless black. She tosses Jessie inside and forcefully slams the bulkhead shut, twisting its lock with her strained arm.
    Her metal arm loudly bangs against the wall twice. Soon after, the room is pumped with sweet sweet oxygen, letting the two pirates pry off their masks and the air pumps that accompanied, only to be carelessly tossed aside while the gravity-pulled humans storm up to their craft’s bridge.
    “Get us inna orbit, NOW!” The red-head commands her crewmate out of fear, he only returning with a frantic nod before turning to face the control panel. The ship eagerly boosts through the vacuum and back into the dead planet’s orbit, their engines flaming and burning up in all the frenzy. The two tertiary engines fall ablaze before detonating in a concussive blast, leading to Davy’s angered shout.
    “Dammit!” She huffs and grinds her teeth together, now knowing what to do in such a dire situation.
    All of a sudden, everything goes cold. The lights, the heat; it’s all just… gone. Everything seemed so still for the pirates as they lifted their heads.
    “W-what?” The captain turns her head to the left, then the right, hoping for some kind of answer by gazing out of the corresponding portholes. “It’s as if… What…” The woman violently shakes her head from side-to-side.
    “If you were curious, Melissa’s down in the lower ship.” Jevvin looks back as the cruiser slows, contempt with piloting their craft.
    “I really, really don’ care… Just get us up to the memor’al, aight?” The irritated captain rubbed her index and thumb across her aching upper head, needing a bit of rest.
    “And whatever Melissa’s workin’ on… It better be important.”


TFtCS: Mind-Scorcher
So yeah, this one took me an extra day to make, about four. Here's the kicker though, this one's literally an entire Google Docs page longer than most others (three in total)! I'm thinking of tweaking the format a little; one three-page part every three to four days, maybe not every time, but expect more posts like these.
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So I was thinking of drawing some blueprints and/or pictures of Harbinger and Vanguard arsenals, sort of like some lore for TFtCS. If anyone cares to comment, may I get some thoughts? o:

    Stars soon lost their stretched shape and returned to their natural circular forms, the sudden jolt of immediate deceleration causing everyone held by the ship to jerk forward immediately afterwards. Below sat an odd world; once a tremendous cityscape, yet now all that remains is an uncountable number of metallic shards from the structures held by the dead planet, along with a gigantic crater between its north pole and equator.
    “Davy do you have any idea what you’re doing!?” Aggravation consumes the oldest of the crew as his rows of teeth grit and grind together, his face clearly enraged with the abrupt slipspace jump.
    “Listen-listen, we’re just ‘ere to find some salvage ‘n stuff, aight?” The driver’s optimism soon fades, now only in existence to mask the awkward afterthought of what she just did, along with a small smile and a pair of shrugging arms.
    “Miss Davy, if it’s not too much to ask, may we stop by the memorial? If we’re going to be salvaging parts then we might as well gather some data.” Elo’s discomfort seems to have been replaced with a sense of curiosity. Maybe he’d rather spend time learning about this world in the safety of a museum rather than having a close-up view of the decayed ball of stone it was dedicated for.
    “Leave it to the blunderer of pirates to take a mission to literally the biggest crisis in human history! Davy, do you realize the significance of this place!?” Melissa continues to forcefully scold her counterpart and her ridiculous one-man decision, leaving Jessie to let out an annoyed grunt, followed by the loud clank of falling metal.
    “Okay okay, I can kind of see why I made you guys mad, buuut, the Vanguard is offering a lot of dosh for someone t’ check this place out.” Sweat drizzles down from the captain’s hair-fluffed forehead, more and more awkwardness punching her right across the jaw as her two hands both come together, palm-to-palm.
    Jessie soon steps up behind the bulkhead behind Davy, his feet hitting deep and loud against the creaky floorboards before slamming it open.
    “Elo, you’re getting dropped off down at the memorial museum. Mel, you’re going to keep watch over the ship. Davy, you and I are gonna head down to the surface. I’ll take a guess and say that the contract came with a beacon?”
    The captain leans back in the swivel chair and taps her fingers together, eye bouncing from left to right and back over. She stands, all optimism now gone after forfeiting the idea of redemption.
    “Uhh, y-yeah.”
    Jessie takes place in the seat that was once occupied by his superior, the specified woman willingly stepping to the side. He soon flicks off the camera feed and brings them around the planet’s orbit, most-likely to arrive at the previously mentioned museum.
    “Davy…” He sighs, limbs becoming less tense and relaxed. “I’m going to show you just why none of us want to come here, or why I didn’t want to come back. Instead of pulling us outta here, I feel like you need to know. The kid doesn’t need to know what’s down there, not in person.”
    “Jessie, don’cha think you’re gettin’ a little too worked up over this? All we gotta do really is just go grab some stuff. Yeah I know that it’s kinda’ important, but still, we can handle it!”
    The ship slows down once the planet’s artificially orbiting station comes into view, leading to Jessie slowly turning the chair to face his old comrade.
    “Jones. I never said we couldn’t handle it, it’s just…” He looks down with another sigh and gently brings both hands together, his voice softening. “This place brings some bad memories… Some memories that have haunted me since…” Jessie looks back up, his eyes shining and wet, though, no tears fell. “Taking anything from this world is… Well it’s offensive. So many people died here, yet you just wanna take a piece of it for some money.”
    “Well look at it this way, the Vanguard set up a commission, and the pay shows that whatever we need ta’ grab is clearly worth it; maybe we’re doin’ some good, ya’ know?” Davy gives another shrug to her cooperate, face no longer showing distraught. The short man turns back towards the wheel to move the craft forward through the midst of tiny metal particles, the ultimatum being the obvious museum.
    They’re eventually pulled into one of four cylindrical airlocks, leaving the first round door to close behind them as the innermost entrance splits open. Jessie reactivates the camera feed and speaks to the newest of their group.
    “Hey kid; stop’s here.” The droid smiles with his singular eye and takes hold of his Davy-gifted tablet before heading up the stairs and eventually, out through the ship’s side door. “And make sure to take plenty of notes!” Jessie chuckles and hoists himself onto two feet, now looking down and waving to the innocent automaton, and as expected, receives a wave back. The ship is soon lifted back off from the landing platform that briefly rested its four deployable legs and charged through the same airlock, leading back to the open void.
    The sets of trapezoid-shaped windows face directly towards the planet, letting the two captains stare as the sun rises overhead. Light unveils the shattered world above, revealing a graveyard of thousands of ships, along with huge stretches of material that wind back down to the planet. Jessie looks over to a secondary monitor to his left, the screen holding shape of their contract. The large central visor reveals an image of the planet, and after entering the given coordinates, informs them of the beacon’s location.
    The five-engined ship quickly swoops down towards the decimated world below. The Homebound slid above a broken street and between an array of buildings, all of which have been mostly yanked from the ground. The sun hadn't reached their half of the planet yet, so Jessie had to rely on the ship’s two high-powered headlights in order to see. All around them sat human-like outlines, cascaded and preserved from the many years of unbreathable darkness. Davy gulped, though the silence between the two friends was soon broken by a call on the rightmost monitor.
    “Haha!” A familiar figure soon came into view, the one cylindrical eye and three triangular panels revealing it to be none other than Brother! “I knew you guys would take on that listing!” A large boom came through the High General’s shaking screen, forcing his attention off-screen. “Get the plasma cannons online NOW!” He then turned back to Davy and Jessie. “Alright you two, look. I really should have gone down there myself, but conflict has overtaken my rare free-time, but you ABSOLUTELY NEED to check something for me. A huge surge of solar polarity has been detected over New Harmony, and in case you couldn’t tell, I only have about a third of the corresponding armament.”
    “Great. So first Nemesis grabs a Shard of Luna, and now there could be someone with a piece of Sol.” Jessie stops the Homebound's movement as he speaks to the Sapient Intelligence.
    “Precisely. I need you to go scout out the scene and see just what in the Forerunner’s name is happening down there! If anything happens then call me. If I don’t respond, then go straight to the High Commander himself, understood!?” The two pirates nod to their life-saving ally as the various wires that sit under his frame begin to glow neon orange. “Now if you’ll excuse me...” Brother bends his right arm and aggressively straightens it out, causing an aura of orange to form around it. “...I have some business to attend to.” The call then ends.
    “Ha! I told you that coming ‘ere would be good!” Davy’s smile returns as she pushes a single finger against Jessie’s nose. However, that burst of joy and triumph soon fades in exchange for even more discomfort than prior. “Wait-wait-wait. So you’re telling me…” She forces herself into a worried pause, only to mumble out the rest of the thought.
    “...We could have another Nemesis on our hands?”


    “New Harmony.”
    
“WHAT!?” Davy’s face showed an excessive pool of shock from the historic name, hands slamming down against her contractor’s desk. “You can’t be serious! We JUST managed ta’ survive near-death and you wan’ us to go THERE!?”
    Lynn looked back down towards the screen of her borderless tablet, giving the listing a quick second glance.
    “Well I mean, you asked for the highest-paying job that’s available, not to mention that contracted missions tend to be pretty safe.”
    The pirate’s face relaxed as a sigh escaped from her now-calming body, leading for the woman to recline back and close her one eye.
    “The biggest threat is that the lack of an atmosphere is just gonna have to make you wear a suit. Other than that, you’ll just be just scavenging through the given location.”
    Davy’s blinding grin appears on queue, clearly excited to take on such a vigorous task. After all, she had survived one of her more horrific nightmares AND a near-death experience!
    
“Are ya’ kidding me Lynn!? I almost DIED like, a week ago ‘nd you really think AIR is gonna stop me!? Not to mention havin’ some extra clicks to buy ship parts’d be nice…”
    The mechanical contractor slides over the device, signature requested by its screen. The pippy female eagerly graps the glass tablet and swipes her fleshy index finger across its surface, agreeing to its terms. The one-armed human soon plants down atop two feet, a surge of optimism and determination now flowing through her veins.
    “I s’pose that only the greatest pirates in the galaxy could handle this~” Davy steps backwards through the sliding door, hands crossed and snickering all the apparent, which was quickly stopped when she fell back and onto the carpeted floor.
    The captain makes her way back out through the large facility, hands swinging if she were out for a slow-paced jog through the cozy urban setting. Once she had exited the structure, Davy’s left arm pointed directly upwards, letting her hand casually launch toward the sky. It soon grappled onto the usual opened door of her memory-holding spacecraft. Casual whistles parted through her lips as she was slowly pulled up by the extendable winch, having to throw herself into the ship like a piece of meme trash in a bin.
    “Guess who’s got a mission!” Davy would carelessly shout, arms and legs straightened as she laid against the ground, it being much more of an uncomfortable surface than the carpeted one prior. Roll roll roll; the woman rolled across the surface like some sort of wild tire before leaping back onto her feet, no hands needed.
    
“Heyyy Jessieee~!” Davy’s tone was smug and giddy, just as her expression as she peaked around the kitchen’s door frame. “Guess what!?”
    
The man was armored in a glorious cooking outfit, the godly powers of the cooking apron and hairnet bestowed upon the mere mortal. He stared down into the metal pot atop a stove, wooden spoon orbiting the boiling content’s center. A dulled tone emits from Jessie as his eyebrows lifted, yet his eyes did not leave trace of the swirled fluids.
    
“We got a mission?”
    
“WE GOTTA MISSION!” He was quickly cut off by the excitable red-head, causing a soft smirk to linger its way upon the middle-aged man’s face. Davy quickly scampered off through the large space-born thing she calls home and down into its depths.
    “ELO!” The stairwell down into the bottom of the Homebound flings open, though, the captain doesn’t make an entrance; she just shouts down the one-man corridor. The corresponding robot jumps and yips in a sudden plethora of shock, the item that he was tinkering with over one of the tables quickly leaping into the air.
    “What!?” He shouts, struggling to not drop the ultra-complicated piece of sophisticated machinery.
    “Get the warp drive ready--adventure awaits!” The door slams shut as Davy storms off to her next location. Fortunately, Elo manages to catch his device after a few additional seconds of panic, resulting in a well-earned sigh of relief.
    
A lunging zip of enthusiastic red catapults over onto the ship’s primary driver’s seat, leaving her right against the large array of buttons and levers that controlled the carrier’s various functions, the pirate wheel being the primary set-piece to its wooden internals. Davy aggressively bonks on one of the secondary monitors, causing the newly-installed Elo-made camera feed to activate. It just so happened to envision the storage deck; a room full of boxes. Atop those variously-sized creats laid a comfortable yet unappealing Melissa, sleeping as if a party had passed.
    
“MELISSA!” Davy loudly shouts through the fuzzy surveillance feed. The wizard gives a half-sleeping snort and lifts her head, causing the large hat that covered her head to tip back behind the crate-made bed.
    
“W-what-?”
    
“MISSION!”
    
The excited captain giggles and quickly flips up several finger-sized switches and presses an array of buttons. Two more of the hanging computers become operational, revealing the two previously-spoken crewmates.
    
“Elo! Is the warp drive loaded!?”
    
“Yes Ma’am!”
    
“Jessie! How’s that stew!?”
    
“It’s stew.”
    
“Melissa! How’s that nap!?”
    
“It was great... until you ruined it.”
    
“So Miss Davy, care to tell us where exactly this contract needs us?” Elo turns towards his own computer screen while continuing to fiddle with one of his various contraptions.
    
“Yeah, you’re more excited than usual.” Jessie begins to take a large sip of whatever kind of stew rested in the boiling pot, contempt with its taste.
    
“I’m going back to bed.” Melissa turns to her side and faces away from the camera.
    
“We’re goin’ to New-Friggin’-Harmony!”
    Elo jumps in shock and goes stiff, his item falling onto the floor with a loud smash. Jessie opens his once-closed eyes and violently spits out a stream of broth, causing it to splash against the wall. Melissa rolls in the direction her back faced and drops to the floor before hoisting herself onto one of the large boxes.
    Davy grabs at the largest of the panel’s levers after entering a set of coordinates as the contract blipped onto one of her various screens. Light soon began to stretch and the ship quickly accelerated. She shouted and openly laughed, ready to face both danger and mystery head-on.
    “LET’S GOOOOOOOO-!”


TFtCS: What Awaits!?
Sorry if this one seems kinda' fillery. I needed a gateway between the last setting and this one, but I couldn't really get any farther in the story without having to make this one ridiculously long *hint hint*
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Drawing these two was a pain; I had to redraw Nemesis's skin after I merged all of her layers because apparently the brush's opacity was down and I couldn't realize it since the background layer was a solid white. Observant was a last-minute addition, and while drawing him wasn't nearly as tedious, getting the rims of that faceplate right was a bit painful, not to mention the grays were spread across a bunch of layers so I'd have to keep hopping in between them.
Also, I forgot that today was Valentines day until this morning, but I hope this semi-platonic love can make amends for my lack of a Valentine-focused piece. :x
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Oh boy I'm finally getting this page all set up. Expect the first post to be on the 1st! 
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