Disclaimer: Star Ocean and all characters involved belongs to Tri-Ace. As for Xenosaga characters, they belong to Namco.
Author's Notes: I couldn't control myself, I just had to go ahead and multi task myself... Well, on the bright side, I'm being kept entertained on some parts. The following story is a story of discovery and love as our dear wicked boy finds what may become the woman of his dreams. Heh, I felt like trying something out, so stick with me on this crossover, alright?
I'm gonna try to keep this below the M rating, and towards the T rating, as I have a feeling it'll be more accessible. Also, please note that, though I have played Xenosaga and a bit of Xenogears (didn't get very far) I have, obviously, limited information. Thankfully I have enough information and will not be utilizing much of what is utilized in the Xenosaga/Xenogear world due to the fact that the events all happen in the Star Ocean world. Got that? Good, let's get on with the show.
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She fell from the sky...
By: Knight of Paradox
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Prologue: Red Eyes
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Smoke erupted from the seams formed by the metallic bindings, as they unclenched themselves to one another. Rapidly bursting out for but a few centimeters before it came to a slow ascension, opening itself as the artificial mist from the cooled metallic object exploded towards all directions. Through the mist, there they were, these two pairs of red eyes staring at each other which were as if mirrors, reflecting the only source of light throughout the darkness.
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Alone before this horde of monsters, strange deformed creatures which remained a mystery. Unbeknownst to the group within this rapidly escaping vessel entitled the Elsa, was that one of their few passengers were to do the impossible. Panic had gotten into the hearts of the many which were assisting to this moment, a thankful rarity and unfortunate event, as frantically they searched for an escape of this most dreadful situation. Although they were unaware of this sole passenger's actions, this ignorance would not live so long, as one of the crewmember of the Elsa rapidly detected a suspect sign. An unauthorized access to one of the multiple hatches possessed by the ship itself.
The lights were flashing before her, metallic support swiftly appearing and disappearing from her sight as the platform steadily transported her up with haste. Soon though, appearing within her sight was a new source of light. A small translucent screen that had suddenly appeared to her side as her creator spoke frantically, with a light tone of anger and a commanding voice which was not unfamiliar with the ability to care. "KOS-MOS! KOS-MOS! KOS-MOS! What are you doing! Get back here!"
Such words were left without reply, without even a single reaction as the hatch above opened, the air draining and the platform arriving to the surface of the vessel. As if propulsed, the blue haired wonder advanced forth, further down the ship's length as the viewscreen continued to sputter the image of a young woman frantically screaming, trying to reach the bizarre lady, now seemingly bound to the ship by her feet. Though she could not hear the one whom seemed so worried for her, she could still give an answer, though perhaps not one that even she, herself, was aware of. "Shion... Will feeling pain... make me... complete?" Her voice wasted, as the air remained too thin to carry.
Slowly her eyes came to a close, these red orbs removed from sight, replaced with a shining blue which had removed all the contrast between the colors upon her. Instead, opting for a calm harmony, which were as gentle as her movements. A light shone, the danger had disappeared and all had turned to a blur. The emulators resonated upon that small moments, the second division left to wonder and a wondrous event passed on. The woman remained in a state between slumber and awareness, conscious and unconscious, as her body seemed as if fading, two of her existing but for nothing but a fraction of a second and yet only one remaining.
Unbeknownst to all, the machines relevant to the woman in question seemed as if resonating with her, each disappearing, yet remaining still upon this world. But all was not quite right. Though fate would continue upon it's normal course, the fate of another world would be shattered, reconstructed into an entirely different shape. After the events occurring, the woman was falling. Her conscious state disappeared, unconsciously reaching out towards her small haven, a strange, large cylinder of metal which accepted her and enclosed her within, as if she were to rest in her mother's womb. Slowly, rapidly, in an ever growing pace, she made her descent towards the atmosphere of a planet, an entirely new world which awaited her.
She would later awaken, once again. Her armor broken, the metal which surrounded her slowly coming apart, the system around her statically turning erratic. Soon, the vessel filled with the white mist covering her began to dissipate, the compressed air exchanging itself with that of the atmosphere surrounding her. Her eyes opening to the sight of her liberation, of a new birth, only to meet through the mist, as if a mirrors reflecting one another, a pair of red eyes which seemed as if reflecting her own, almost like these were the only sources of light throughout the darkness.
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What was to follow a recon mission, in an attempt to gain better footing, seemed to end in nothing but failure. His grand success which had entitled him as captain of the Black Brigade was a great contrast to this failure, which had allowed their opponents the ability to regain a few sectors from their lost territories. It was clear, Arias' defenses would not fail so easily, with these damned women covered in runes and their tactically superior positioning. Though the terrain was familiar to both, the town of Arias was at the base of a mountain and to the side of a large sea. The only choices of attacks, under their current conditions, were from the plains and without the aid of the Dragon Brigade, nor the Storm Brigade, they were losing what was meant to be a slow, majoritarily defensive advance, so to allow the army itself to recover from a past major event.
The captain was fleeing, an action he would in no way enjoy. The idea of facing the enemy and causing a massacre was quite pleasant to his mind, even if he were to die from some coward whom would strike him with a runological spell from afar, at the very least he would rid the world of more then a few scums and maggots. It was hard to imagine that they would be ambushed in their own possessed sections of the territory, in their own advantageous areas. Guerilla raids, followed by a heavy storm of runologists backed by frontline guards, had caught the army, which dwelled in a moment where their egos had reached it's peak inflation, by surprise.
Screams of the orders to retreat resonated, others to stand firm. All the man knew, was that he would surely receive a scolding from still living corpse the moment that he would step foot upon the city to which they were to retreat. Though the fog of war was powerful today, thick and impossible to pierce through, not even for his sharp sight. Wandering blindly, one thing was certain, the group directly under the order of the captain would survive, leaving behind trails of cold corpses which were once vigorous maidens.
But their long retreat availed them to nothing, finding themselves at a dead end, a small alcove, a miniature valley, at the base of the mountain. Behind them, their only way out and only now the mist had decided to thin out. This would easily be his end, caught like a rat in a trap, cornered and tired from the poor provisions and the thinning morale. The captain would refuse to die in such a pathetic manner though, surrounded by weaklings and his own life taken away from some dirty tricks or outnumbered by cowards whom would not even approach him in an attempt to defeat him in singular combat. He could already make it out, the chanting of the maidens from afar, readying their strongest or fastest spells from all side and his anger grew, ready to lash out the moment he could make out their spells.
Before he could give these nobodies a chance to see his own grace and evasive abilities in battle, the sky seemed as if torn to pieces, as a single bullet pierced through the sky. A large hulking piece of metal, melted nearly in the shape of an egg, was trapped by the gravity of the planet. It's collision to the ground, strong and powerful, as if lightning had struck. Many caught off guard, others startled and shocked, but all stopped as nothing mattered now, but the bizarre object which fell from above.
Slowly, it moved before the eyes of the captain, his unit remaining close knit ready for anything with the man at the lead, facing the contraption which began to expose the being which lived within. Mist flew about, as thick as the fog of war which had long faded. But unlike the previous moments spent in a frantic and forced retreat, the man could easily pierce through what seemed to blind all others. A woman, clothed in a strange attire, surrounded by what seemed to be remains of metals. Her arms binding themselves to one another above her head, her hair flying into all directions and her eyes slowly parting as her lips were.
There it was, a pair of red eyes staring upon him. His hand upon his blade collapsing to the side as if momentarily entranced by them. They remained still, as if the only light piercing through the darkness, the red eyes of a demon of flesh and the red eyes of an angel of steel.
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End of the Prologue
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Author's Notes: Heya, I know it ends in a kinda sucks-doesn't-it manner, but watcha want, this is how it goes. This is a promise made on February the 14th that I will be writing a love story. How is this promise made? I placed down a prologue, that's how. Expect a few more stories to be born from me later in the future, maybe, who knows. I enjoy messing around with different genres... And to those whom read my first work, this will not compromise me writing it, nor will my first work compromise me working on this one. Videogames will compromise me from writing. But you can't really blame that, without videogames to begin with, a lot of fanfics wouldn't have been born.
I've preplanned quite a few things and once again, I'll find it to be a challenge for myself to follow what I've rapidly concocted for this story.