-Catgirl-of-Bavaria-: Hey everyone, I am excited to be in the OSR section now! I just found out about this series at the very, very end of 2006, since we got Comcast, and I'm glad I found it too, it really grew on me! I actually saw episode 5 first, but it hooked me, so I went to find the rest of the series on Youtube, and I fell in love with it. As to my support of the Aikka/Molly pairing, well, I liked him from the beginning! As to Jordan…Eh, he's cool and everything, but I just stick by my thoughts that Aikka and Molly are the one who should be romantically involved…the story does a great job with the little love triangle though, made the whole series so enjoyable.
Anyway, here is the first chapter of my story. I am aware of how very short it is…but I promise the next ones are longer(I already have a lot written out) I thought about just joining the first two chapters, but I decided to just give the readers a bit of a taste before really getting into it. I'll update promptly, though, so if you like it, you won't have to wait too long. Please enjoy and review! Reviews are loved greatly!
Disclaimer—(gotta get it out of the way…) I don't own anything of Oban Star Racers, but I give praise to Savin-sensei for creating it!
--Chapter 1--
Nourasian Nightmare
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Fight or flight; it was a phrase he'd often heard in his lessons, a natural mechanism in almost every living thing in existence that dictated actions of defense. To run away and hopefully live to see another day, or enter battle for the preservation of one's life. He'd actually seen this phrase put to use in his times of racing; he had to know which battles to engage in, which ones to try and outrun. Sometimes these choices had to be made on the edge of a split second, it had to be quick. And he had to be sure.
And right now, he was entirely sure, that his decision was the right one. He had to flee, if only for now.
Aikka, Prince of Nourasia, ran down a lengthy bridge of a hallway, past the winding root-like architecture, stumbling over the vibrations coursing through the place, along with his own injuries. He had an arrow and his bow at the ready in his hands, but he prayed to the Creators that he wouldn't need to use them, quite yet. He hoped he was still undetected on his path.
Lights flashed outside the carved windows, but not friendly ones. They took the shape of blades, blades Aikka knew too well as the prongs of the Crogs, either from their ships, or the blades that they carried for deadly melee purposes. Though, he was comforted to a point that there was also a great deal of glowing blue soaring around out there; his people were fighting for their planet. He didn't want to think about the possibilities of casualties, however, there were sure to be many, considering it was the Crogs who were invading.
He didn't want to believe that he was the reason, but he knew he was.
A loose rock in the floor brought the Prince harshly to the ground as he ran, and the usually eloquent Aikka sputtered a couple choice Nourasian curses. A throb at his side brought his attention back to his pain, his injury. He brought in some ragged breaths, keeping his ears alert to any noise that would indicate an attack directed at him. Sapphire eyes scanned the darkness, trying to gauge his progress. Yes, he was almost there now, he saw a double doorway not too far from where he was, though it waved with his vision.
Shaking himself out of it, and ignoring the blood now staining his orange-tan hand, Aikka pulled himself to his feet, staggering only for a second, before continuing to the doors in a sprint.
"I have to get to her…" He murmured, egging himself on, fighting to keep himself after losing so much blood already.
Lasers suddenly fired straight in front of him, slicing through the stone walls from outside as if they were sculpted with butter, and the Prince ducked into a roll with agility as the lasers proceeded a line overhead. Great, now he'd been discovered. Not to mention that dive had taken a little more out of him, and even the fact that the corridor behind him was now being lost under the stone lost due to the lasers. And he needed time, at least a little, for what he was planning, but this new development could mean an obstacle.
Scraping himself up and readying his arrow, he spied the ship just outside that was opposing him. It looked alone, far from the others. If he could just take this one down, it would take the others a long while to realize what had happened to their comrade. It would be enough, at least, for him to get out of here.
So, with his will steeled, he aimed an arrow straight for what he could tell was the hull of the Crog ship, chanted a strong spell, and kept running. A glance back told him his arrows had been guided true, though it would prove difficult to take down their ship, even with his powerful shots. The controller of the ship was distracted enough though, and that was good enough for the prince.
He whipped the heavy doors open, and stumbled in, bow still in hand. Gasping and desperate for more breath, he leaned against the now shut doors, finding the sounds of the outside assault on his land were muffled by the thick stone walls of this new structure.
It was a vast and tall one, adorned with what looked like lacing and beautifully entwining tree roots and vines, dotted here and there with Nourasian blue stones. It was really a magnificent building, like the rest of the buildings in his world, but he could only hope that it would still be standing when he would return. He'd spent much of his time here, in the large place that served as more of a hangar than anything.
A great shriek came from in front of him, and the prince was brought back to his purpose, though he didn't have enough of a rest as he would have liked.
"G'dar, hush, let no one hear you," Aikka said softly, coming up to his mount, stroking the white shell above his head. G'dar was still panicked over the commotion outside, but trusted his master's words. He showed his apprehension through several swift clicks of his pincers.
"I know, I'm worried too…But we must get to her. We must get to Earth." Aikka looked past the auburn hair that hung now around his face, longer with time and dirtied by the battles he'd just escaped.
He grasped his side with another pang, and G'dar nudged him slightly, clicking worriedly along with his fear. Aikka quickly took hold of himself, and turned to face the door. That door needed to stay shut. Taking his bow from its present perch on his shoulder, and a duet of arrows from the pack on his back, he climbed atop G'dar, seated himself in the saddle, facing that door.
Bringing both arrows to just before his face, Aikka closed his eyes, concentrating his magic on this first task. He recalled this spell, he'd learned about it long ago in a lesson. Now, saying the words that went along with it, he aimed, turning his bow sideways and setting both arrows on the string. Blue eyes glinted as they watched the arrows sail away from him, both hitting their marks, on either door, just above the large metal handles.
Out of the arrows, orbs of bright blue grew, before turning into what looked like ribbons and elegantly weaving a braid over the seams of the shut door. Aikka gave a pleased look at his work, the braid tightening securely.
"That could even keep Kross out," Aikka said, giving G'dar below him a pat, though at the same time, hoping the Creators wouldn't have a strange sense of humor and send said Crog after him. "Now, G'dar, we should have adequate time."
G'dar clicked curiously, but kept still. Aikka, meanwhile, settled his bow on his shoulder, solidifying his ignorance of his own injuries. Those could wait. The Prince had decided his priorities.
Holding shaky arms out, and lidding his eyes against the blue glow provided by the woven lock on the door, Aikka concentrated again, recalling the lesson he'd taught himself not half an hour before, back in the library of his palace, a lesson he'd sought in desperation for a way to get to one place, to one person. He reread every word of the book in his mind, finding it fresh and as if the book was set right in front of him.
He brought his hands slowly together, all the while murmuring the spell, repeating it and repeating it, and filling his mind with the image of one girl. Aikka fortified that image in his mind, focusing on her until the image looked as if he could reach out a hand and touch her, stroke her hair, as if he leaned forward and would find her in his arms. The thought made him smile into his chanting, and finally, his hands met in the classic Nourasian fashion; flattened together and in front of his face, as he had many a time bowed to a defeated opponent in a race. His headpiece only added to the blue glow of the place.
A powerful wave seemed to emanate from the union of his hands, and a great blue ring appeared in front of both the prince and G'dar. Aikka suddenly felt a wind that hadn't been there before, seeming to pull him into this new ring in front of them, pulling at his shoulder length hair.
He finished off the spell's chant, earning a strengthening in the wind around him and G'dar. Luminous sapphires opened again, and peered into the swirling portal.
"Take me to her, take me to Molly," He said softly, as if it were a mantra, fixing again, that one image of the girl he'd met almost a human-length year ago, the pilot he knew as Molly.
As if in obedience to its conjurer, the ring gave a sort of buzz, and quickly zipped over G'dar and his mount, as if processing them, sending them into a foreign world, a world between worlds.
"Molly…" Aikka confirmed in this new, strange world, that reminded him of a sort of tunnel made of a wide spectrum of colors. He found her name somehow soothing to him as he said it and thought it methodically, as he pictured his young human princess. He could feel it now, they were beginning to go faster, perhaps they were nearing their destination.
"By the power of the Creators and the Avatar, guide me to Molly!"
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-Catgirl-of-Bavaria-: There we go. Again, I promise the other chapters are better length, though the next one is only about a page or so longer than this one. Either way, their longer!
Also, something I was wondering; to anyone who is more in the OSR news loop than myself –which is probably everyone… I read on Youtube, on one of the comment sections for an OSR amv that there was a second series confirmed, like a sequel series or something. So, my question is, for anyone who may know, is that true or false? I know enough not to believe things I read on youtube, just because it's not reliable enough…but I don't know anything about it myself. So, anyone else hear about this, or know if it's true? It'd be great, but I'm not raising my hopes up too much. If anyone could shed some light on the subject, that'd be great!
