Authors Note: Just so you know, the Mobians are as tall as a grown human (between 5'4" and 6'1") and they do live as long as a Mandalorian.
Mobius and the Restruction of a Nation.
Late night on Angel Island Lower side, an old cat known as Mama Seria went through her old destinty cards.
"Marcos, Tina, your son has grown up to become a great man. He has restored the honar of Mandalore," She flipped another card. "And now his heart is looking for a mate. He has already promised himself to Lara-su, after she finished school," she flipped another card, it was the dark mask. "But she is promised to someone else. What to do, what to do..."
A guest of wind blew in knocking the top cards off the pile. One was the Warrior Guardian, and the other was Lovers for Life. They both laid on top of the Young King card.
"Aaron...Lara-su...together? This is the plan?" Seria looked at the two cards. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!? This will never work. He has an entire star system to control, and she is going to marry someone else. Oh, you two love birds have been up there far too long. Your heads are in the clouds." The breeze became harsher. "O.K, O.K, O.K... I'll see what I can do. But I can't make any promises."
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The time was ten o'clock on the floating Angel Island. For this time, the streets were dead quite and empty, well almost empty. Lara-su, in a long black skirt and white jacket, walked through the streets carrying a paper bag filled with simple goods.
"The first day off since I got back Mobius, and all I did was buy somethings' for my apartment."
She was twenty-five now, living on her own, and graduated the university with top in her class. As she passed an ally way, a pair of bright eyes appeared.
"Hey lady…" a dark cloak figure came from behind her. "It's dangerous to walk by yourself alone at night. How about I walk you home?"
"Thanks for your advice." She said. "But I'm fine."
"No need to by Coy, Ms. Lara-su." The figure drew out a cleaver. "But what am I going to tell Master Scourge?!"
The figure tried to jump on Lara, but she pulled out six shot revolver from the bag. She shot the figure six times.
"What the hell are you doing!!?" She then pulled out a counseled handgun off her leg and pinned the assailant to the ground. "First I come at you with a cleaver and you don't even flinch, and then I find out you're a marine!"
Lara pulled off the cloak. "Lightning Lynx."
"Shocked?" the former Fearsome Four lynx asked from under Lara's legs. "You truly grew into a fine lady from what I can see."
"PERVERT." Lara kicked him into the wall. She then picked him up and shook him back into conscious. "I left your legs intact. Go back to Scourge and tell him Thanks for the life he gave me."
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She finally reached entered her five room apartment. The lights then revealed it to have a second floor. She put the bag and guns on the granite counter, and pulled out a can of tomato juice from the fridge. She sank down on the coach and turned on news.
"Today King Sonic's troops have now put down the last form of Overlander resistant in High-Glass area." The newscaster said. "This marks the third rebellion that the Morbian army put dow--."
Lara put the TV audio on mute.
"Years of peace my ass." She said. "The Overlander's would stop rebelling, if we stop oppressing them."
She then saw her family on the news, so she turned the sound back on.
"—n other news, Lara-su of the house of Edmund, who went missing for five years, will be celebrating her--."
This time she turned the TV off all together.
"Right… that's coming up." She looked over at her picture of her, Aaron, Anthony, and rest of the Black X's covered in dirt in front of The Mandalore flag after they liberated Keldabe. "I think this calls time for a drink."
She went back to the fridge and pulled out a half full bottle of Mandalore Tihaar. She poured some of the clear spirit into one glass for her and one for the picture. She clanged the two glasses together then she gulped her share down.
"I need your help Aaron," She said. "I need your strength. You're too brash in your decisions, and I need that right now. By now you probably banished the noble system and banished the ones who fought against us."
She laid her head down on the table, and quickly fell asleep.
XxXxXxX
In the Mandalore system, in the planet Mandalore; Aaron was late at work watching the poles for the first ever Mandalore elections. His law would create three branches: a Legislative senate, and Judicial supreme court. The law also said that the Mandalord would be the permanent Executive branch.
"Hey dad," black/blondish hair man, with a stitch scar running across his face, greeted his father as he entered his office. "You're still up?"
Aaron yawned, as he noticed his young granddaughter hiding behind her father's legs. "Ah Anthony. You have a little passenger."
Anthony quickly turned into sand and then reformed behind her, picking her up in the process. "Umbra, its way past your bed time."
The violet hair girl blushed in her fathers arms.
"I don't mind," Aaron said. "It's way past mine as well."
Anthony put his Umbra on the chair in front of the roaring fire place, were she quickly fell to sleep. He then looked at the poles of the race. Aaron's law was already solidified.
"According to the experts, we'll reach the fourth quoter, and no further."
"According to the experts, the Nobles would still be in change, and you and I would be in jail."
"What are planning to do after this?"
"Work on the Iccain policy. See If I can rebuild their land and way of life before anything eventful happens. Also get the Gun families factories up and running, people need jobs."
Anthony picked up Umbra. "Anything you want me to tell the senate tomorrow?"
"Tell not to party to hard yet. The vote might have been unanimous, but there is work to be done. This is the time to build our system."
Anthony closed the door behind him, leaving Aaron alone in his huge office. He moved the last pile of paperwork to find an unopened letter with Lara's handwriting on it.
"Looks like I have other plans."
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The next morning, Lara woke up with a slight headache and an empty bottle of Tihaar in her hands. She looked over at her watch and noticed it was nine in the morning. She stretched herself out and then headed to the bathroom.
In the shower, she had time to think back about her part in the Mandalore revolution. In the past she would have to sleep on the ground with one eye open and bath under freezing cold waterfalls with a shotgun. Just recently she gotten used to having warm beds and daily hot showers again. Her dreadlocks have gotten longer since then, and were almost on the back of her legs. And braiding her pink hair was almost daily thing. She got out and put her glasses back on. She walked into her room without a towel on, because she figured who the hell would be in here. As she walked passed her mirror, she stopped to see what the events have done to her. To any man they would say, she had striking violet eyes, beautiful beyond imagination. Her body was tantalizing, yet so inviting. Her smooth legs were perfectly fashioned to her womanly hips. The water gave a nice shin to her fur coat. Any shirt could barely contain her sensational breasts, and any guy would gasp for air. She just saw a former Mandalorian warrior who still had a lot of fight left in her.
She finished her fantasying and put on her close for the day. Today of all days, the one she hated the most, so she figure she would take her time getting ready.
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In the lower section of Angel Island, Lara had the hood of her jacket covering her face. Checking if anyone was following her, she entered the building of Mama Seria's fortunetelling. A costumer just left as she entered, unfortunately for him Mama Seria's predictions are ninety-eight percent right.
"Lara-Su." The old cat cackled as she entered. "Good to see you again."
"Good to see you to." Lara put her payment on the table.
"Now Lara, I've watch you since you were but a child. I will not take money from you, even if it is payment." She pushed the money back to Lara. "So what can I do for you?"
She handed Seria a folded up picture of an echidna youth in full officer attire.
"Ah, Captain Wolfcrow from the house of Diris. The man who was able to put down the resistance with the Overlanders. May their souls rest in peace." Seria smiled.
"The man who my parents want me to marry." Lara said, seeming utterly disappointed with the choice. "I want to know if he will be a good husband."
"So you wish to know personal gain, all right." She stretched out her arms and started to hum a chant. "Wolfcrow is a strong man and noble on the outside. It easily masks his sheer disgusting lust for you. Stay away from him, or you'll go through hell."
"I've already been through hell." She thought. She got up to leave.
"Wait." Seria said. "There is more you wish to know. You wish to know the future of Mandalord the Resurrector." Lara stopped and sat back down. "This man who you love is brash in his decisions but thinks as he goes. Ruthless in times of war, but a true leader in a time in peace."
"But how can I make him mine?"
"You wish to have a man who has everything." She said. "He has the wrath of an entire star system at his finger tips. But you need to show him, that no matter how hard he tries, with you, there is still more to conquer."
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At the Hashi Kendo church in Keldabe, Aaron stood at the feet of the statue of his father while slowly smoking a cigarette.
"Never thought of you as a smoking man, my lord."
Aaron quickly took out the cigarette and stomped it out. "I only smoke to get your attention father."
Aaron turned around to see the older priest and then started to walk with him.
"I don't see you in church quite as often." Father Esterade said as they walked.
"Yah, sorry about that. It's just been a pain trying to re-stable the system and get the U. R. up and running."
"Something is bothering you, Aaron. You're looking slim, and have been losing sleep. What's bothering you?"
"W-Well,I've been having a recurring dreams."
"Now Aaron, you do I'm not a therapist."
"But maybe Goddess Kendo can help me." Father Esterade allowed him to speak. "I feel like I'm always seeing the torture that Mandalore went through. I then go into forms of shell-shock... and then... I see a bright form a Lara... almost like an angel,"
"And...?"
"And I wake up. That's it."
"Well,I know the answer to that," He smiled. "But this is a dream you need to find out."
"Thanks a lot you old bastard." Aaron mumbled. He noticed a red dot on the back of Esterade's head. "Father watch out!"
A bullet hit Aaron on the left shoulder, knocking him over. Another bullet shot Esterade in the head, killing him. Aaron tore off his sleeve and tied it around his arm to slow down the bleeding. He knocked and pushed through a group of priest who came to investigate. He had his first blade, Mangetsu, drawn and he chased after the shadow he saw.
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In an alley way, twenty buildings from the church, a green skinned blue eye creature looked from around the corner to see if he was being followed. He allowed the gun to hit the ground, but then felt the cold fear of a demon wrap around his neck.
"Are you Scourge?" Aaron, who was reacting of blood and sweat, held the blade of Mangetsu near the assailants neck.
"You-You got the wrong guy. I...I'm not Scourge."
"But in the church, you killed father Esterade! You tried to kill me!" He shoved a syringe filled with bright pick liquid into the assailant's neck. "Now, who are you?"
"Flying Frog."
"Did Scourge send you to kill me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"So you wouldn't get in the way of his plan to take Queen Sally." He sat there with his pupils enlarged. "You see, Master Scourge always had a lust for her. And on the day of Lara-su's coordination, he's going to invade Angel Island with everything of the old Eggman empire."
"Do you know anything else?" Flying Frog just sat there. "That's all you know, huh?"
Flying Frog snapped back into conscious. "I swear it wasn't me! I have... nothing to do with it!"
"I believe you. However..." He drew the blade closer to the frogs neck.
"Please, don't!"
"You can't protect anyone without getting your hands dirty."
A streak of blood painted the walls of the alley.
The rain started to fall as he left the alley, re-sheathing his blade. Two men stood in front of him wearing long trench coats and broad rim hats.
"Mandalord the Resurrector." The metallic one with two red striped going down his eyes held out its badge. "My identification number is 803-D-RP-DM-497-3-C."
"But we call him Arrow." The second one held out his badge. "I'm Gil Falconii. Do you require any help sir?"
"You wouldn't mind just forgetting this?"
"I'm sorry, but, for me, that's impossible." He smiled. "You see, I kinda have a photocopy mind."
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Lara was late for her event, but she didn't care. After seeing the horrors of war, she could take daddy's scold any day. She entered her parent's manor, but no one was there to greet her.
"Hello?" she yelled, there was an echo through the house but no answer. "Mommy? Daddy? Abby? Is anyone home?"
She walked around the house aimlessly. Going around looking at her old nostalgia. How she used to cry in the bathroom before her unveiling ceremony. Her old room. The ballroom. Kitchen. Gameroom. If no one was there, then they would be in one place. The roof top garden and pool.
It feels great to be back.
So why do I feel so empty?
Hard to believe that we look down on Overlanders, and I fought along side a side species.
Next Time: Thoughts of the future.
If we keep regretting the past, we cannot move to the future.