Disclaimer: Standard to all fanfiction, I do not hold property rights to Xenosaga, any of its characters, or story. This is a purely fictional account of events based loosely off events in Xenosaga I & II. Don't sue/hate me, please. Thank you.

Note: This story takes place after the events in Xenosaga I, and before/ in Xenosaga II. The timeline at the begining may be differed for the sake of MY plot. But will be kept 90 in-tact, changing the begining had just sounded better than going right into II.. otherwise, nothing to really be Fan about the Fanfiction. Then its just a Novelized version of the story. And thats Bleh

Inaccessible Memory

Chapter One- Dive to Blue

Aim, breathe, and fire. Aim. Breathe. Fire. Putting it that way made everything so simple. Three little steps to winning a battle, or really anything for that matter. A mantra for keeping cool in the heat of battle. Eyes scanned the surroundings only to be met with a desolate wasteland, speckled with the remains of battles past. The air grey from ammunition fire, though the battle had long ended. Clutching the weapon's grip in hand, the youth started back on their way to a large storage dock, careful not to disturb any of the bodies strewn across the grounds. So...this hanger is where it is. Just need to get inside and acquire the target. But how am I supposed to get inside? Just ahead, the dock's doors loomed over the svelte frame as if to defy their entire journey a purpose and intimidate them to turn back now. That wasn't in the plan for the youth, who strode up to the control pads and exposed the circuit board hidden under the protective glass. Stretching out a hand flat on the now bare circuits, a soft light eminated from the youth's eyes; pulsating downwards through the limb to the hardware of the door. Locating a crack in the system. By-passing security locks in ten seconds. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The hand was lifted off the now hacked control circuits and patted it consolingly, as if to say 'you did your best.'

Dead ahead was the target in question- a large wooden crate. Its bigger than it was last time I was here... Perhaps something changed or got moved. Either way, all I have to get whats inside and get out. Then its dinner time! A growl rumbled from the depths in agreement to conveyed thoughts, causing the youth to temporarily lose their otherwise steady hold on their weapon. Taking stance ahead of the crate, but well within the large room, which was scattered with other piles of crates, all replicas of mid 21st century standard shipping boxes-- long before metals became the norm. The scent of stale blood and torn flesh, left to rot in the cold corners where it had fallen in battle, wafted lazily through the air, turning the stomach of the youth. "Alright. Remember, Aim," The left arm slowly outstretched towards the target, bringing the weapon with it. Pupils scanned momentarily, dilating and contracting onto the crate, making note of the dead center. "...Breathe." Lips parted slightly at the verbal command, respecting the order. Taking two deep breaths before calming to the natural rhythm. The left arm twiched in anticipation of the next command; the one that would make the mission a success or result in another target hunt. Thoughts like that get you in trouble... It'll be fine. I should be more confident. Besides, nothing can happen until I shoot, right? Now, the right arm joined the left in reaching, but only to connect for a moment before pulling back, ready for the last step. "FIRE--!"Between the popping of the weapon and the bursting of the crate into fragments before dissapating, the youth was too busy clenching their eyes shut at the noise to notice the now underlying tones, but that too was only momentary. I shut my eyes again-- I'll never be help to anyone at this rate if I can't.. One eye slowly worked its way open, careful of any shrapnel. keep my eyes... The other eye opened twice as fast at sight before it. ... ... open. In place of the shattered crate stood a hoard of the Gnosis, hungry to spill the floor with more blood.

Shock bolted through saffron eyes, as it adjusted to the new sight of what she thought was supposed to be a burst crate. Something used in her usual accuracy training simulations in the Encephelon. This, however, was not was she had usually programmed into being the end result of her target hunting. Before she could question it further, instinct had taken over-- or in her case, one might call it "basic survival programs." Translucent arms swung over MOMO's head, barely giving her enough time to duck and scurry away behind another pile of crates. She couldn't even call for help, as outside the Encephelon it was night, and the one she called "Mommy" was staying late at the station for the Sub-contact Committee. She was on her own, against Gnosis, but she did have the Hilbert Effect-- and her bow and arrows. So, perhaps, she had a chance, if she gave herself one. She sent the command to the senors atop her head to activate Short-range Hilbert Effect, which pulsed through her like when she disabled the controls at the door earlier. This time, the Gnosis were the target and had no voice in the matter when it came to being materialized. No choice but to go and fight I guess... I hope I can do this alone. ...I wish I had Shion here with me. Or Ziggy. Or J--- Her thoughts cut themselves short as a crate flew above her head, exploding and omitting a scream from the young Realian. Before she had time to think again, she was on her feet, running for the next pile of crates. "Here goes..! Put this practice to work!" Remember, Aim. Breathe. Fire. Thats all there is to win, MOMO. You can do it! Arms worked at a fast pace to load the arrows one after another, as she ducked from crate to crate around the room, targeting various Gnosis. "ROBIN--!" An arrow hit its target, striking the final blow as the Gnosis, like the crate, fell in ruins. Another took a sharp hit to the head and dissapated much like the few that had been dealt with prior. Being a 100- Series Observational Realian has its perks in battle, thats for sure. She was able to pick out which Gnosis were closer and more vunerable to her attacks from wherever she was at in the room. Sure, a few had managed to knock her around a bit, but she felt a wave of confidence after the first few kills, and wasn't about to let a tap on the back hold her from victory. It was something she had learnt on her way to Second Miltia. For one to succeed, they have to perservere. Just like he does.. MOMO flinched as she saw the last remaining Gnosis get the upper hand due to her thinking, bringing its sharpened claw straight down upon her leg as she dodged to the side. Another cry of pain came from MOMO's lips, her eyes clentched shut, as she released the arrow from her bow-- this time making mark as it had on the box in the dead center of the chest. Particles of Gnosis slowly became vapors in the air, leaving a scent similar to being at the beach.

Her eyes had stayed shut well after the last Gnosis had been eliminated, either out of fear of more or pain for her leg. She wasn't sure, but she didn't feel right quite yet and she had all right to. MOMO had only been running a standard Encephelon dive program, as she had been for a while now, to work on her accuracy after she rid herself of her outdated wand, opting for a modern more powerful archery set. But she hadn't set the target to expose enemies once destroyed. She didn't even have that code written into the program, which was what had baffled her. How could something enter my program without me having put it there... by all means, this should be a secure connection. The sub-committee themselves paid for it, under the pretenses of studying me, even though they said it was to keep me "entertained" while I helped them on Second Miltia. Could they have put it in there to field test me? They should know I'm fully operational though... Maybe Mommy asked them to, so she could watch me too. Sighing, MOMO shook the thoughts hesitantly from her head and cast an Ether spell on her leg to make the pain more managable. She'd only have to endure until she got out of the program, where there was potentially more danger. If one thing went wrong, who knows what else is here. The air seemed to dampen a bit as she pushed herself off the ground, but she dismissed the feeling in her stomach, instead limping lightly to where the trigger point for exit was in her program. Where the Gnosis has spawned, at her crate, the Ether symbol flashed lightly. Atleast thats still operational, now to just get out of here. I need to contact Mommy to let her know what happened... I hope she won't be too upset for me calling her at work. Too wrapped up in her thoughts, MOMO yelped again as a cold gloved hand wrapped itself around her throat, dragging her up mid-air, like rag-doll to be examined.

"My petite Peche'. Its been a while since last we met..." The familiar cackling laugh was all MOMO needed to thrash around in a panic until the hand turned her around to face him. "Careful.. we wouldn't want that delicate neck of yours to snap, would we. Unlike me, your neck can't grow back, remember..? Surely, a sweet intellegent Realian like yourself would be able to deduct that. Am I wrong?" Albedo's lop-sided sneer at her was all she needed to become paralyzed. It was just like at the Song of Nephelim, when he was piliging her mind for the coveted Y-data. MOMO wanted more than anything to close her eyes and wish it away, but the hand around her neck told her that couldn't happen. "W-what do you want... Albedo..." Another laugh, a bit more subdued than the last, " Ah, my Peche'. I thought I just told you, you should be able to deduct that yourself... Use what the madman of a "father" gave you.." A voice swelled into her thoughts-

"MOMO... Don't let him push you around like this. Fight back!"

"...Who..?"

"You can do it MOMO! Use your power!"

Another cackle gave way from Albedos pale lips, shaking his hair into his eyes, making his appearance unkempt like a wild dog.

"Quick! The Arrow, NOW!"

MOMO didn't question the advice as she pulled an arrow out of her quiver and jammed it into Albedo's neck, which oddly enough caused him to lose grip on her neck, giving her a free chance to run while he writhed in what seemed to be pain. She sped towards the exit, landing on the portal just as Albedo tore the arrow from his neck, shooting a glare back at her as he turned towards her in pursuit. Albedo had time enough to pull a few strands of hair from MOMO's head as she exited the program, jolting back to life in her body and quickly casting the dive helmet away from her head as if they were viruses threatening to eat her own programming away. Why... did Albedo act that way? I've never seen him like that before... in pain? And who was that voice... it was hazy, but I know it. MOMO shook her tresses about a bit more, hoping to get that experience out as well. I need to contact Mommy about this. She might know whats going on if it was something the Sub-contact committee did.

The phone rang over and over, before dispatching to the operator again. "Hello? Miss. MOMO, was it? I'm sorry, but Miss. Mizrahi is either tied up, or shes out to a meal break. Do you want to leave a message?" Looking down, MOMO inwardly sighed, ".. It's alright. Thank you. I'll try again later. Good Night." A small wave in response and the monitor clicked off, leaving a disheartened MOMO to trudge up the stairs in her temporary housing. Really a place way much to large for her, but Juli Mizrahi had insisted on MOMO having her own large apartment, "Incase she needed the room," she had put it. MOMO thought she did just fine on the Durandal, even better on the Elsa, and dispite the conditions, managed while in captivity by U-TIC. Why would she need this room? Its not like anyone came to visit her since she got to Second Miltia. MOMO crept up the steps, still weary from her scare in the Encephelon, and into her bed. Thankfully, she had put on her pajamas before she had called the Committee, or else she wouldn't have bothered doing it now. Laying her head on the bed's pillow, she contemplated what everyone's status was. Shion and Allen are busy with KOS-MOS... getting her upgraded. Everyone else went to their own matters when we landed as well... the only ones that I don't know of are those from the Kukai foundation, but... they must be busy too. Since no one has called me... I wonder what Gainun and the others are up to. What about Jr. A faint blush crept to MOMO's cheeks as she glanced down at her charm bracelet he had made for her. ... I hope I get to see him really soon. Running a finger over the golden bullet charm, MOMO felt her blush deepen a bit, "Jr. ... I really miss you." Golden orbs quietly shut down for the night, as she difted into dreams of happier times when she was with everyone. Especially him.