Xenosaga; Shipwrecked
*Thank you very much for reading this! I know it's a very strange scenario with two characters you'd never expect to meet and interact. I enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoyed reading!
Where was he? The dust around him was settling as he came to, a great pain in his left arm. He looked around quickly, wreckage surrounding him, metal and walls warped all around him, most half-melted. Kicking the door compartment open, he was greeted by sunlight hitting his face. What he saw confirmed what he thought. He was now on a planet.
Recalling how he got there, he was in a battle in-space above the planet Rein. It was a strategic spot to claim to prevent the Federation from creating a launching point for more attacks against the Immigrant Fleet's planets. The Kukai Foundation, or Helmer's dogs as he liked to describe them, had been sent into this battle to disable their main weapon. It was a new prototype canon that they had constructed to pierce the outer shield of the newly built Vector Warships. It worked beautifully, but the ship it was on was not meant for close combat, as it was more far-ranged.
The Kukai members were able to board with ease with use of a small carrier, and then their ES Craft to bulldoze their way inside the ship. Luckily they had to dismount in order to disable the actual weapon stations. He had setup the shutoff system himself, and knew this would require the group to split-up, multiple times. Not only that, but he had brought some of his best men along to help protect some of the sectors. He had been receiving reports though, that the Kukai members were being quite successful in defeating them, even due to their best efforts.
He was upset that not even his own men were good enough to hold them off. "I guess I'll just have to do this myself." He thought as he went to guard one of the remaining points himself. If this last sector went, the ship would be disabled and pulled in by the planet's gravity. "Whoever they sent is on a suicide mission." He knew.
He was greeted by only one member of the Kukai Foundation, a white-haired boy he had seen on a few occasions prior. He had no quarrels with him, but knew he could fight well in hand-to-hand combat. They began their fight without so much as a word, as the boy seemed to be set on completing his mission. He was quite surprised how well the boy was able to fight against him. Normally his battles ended without so much as a challenge, but he was quite pleased to have a chance to fight someone well trained. He knew he needed to end this though, and was about to make his finishing move. The boy seemed to realize there was no chance of him winning, and did something he was not expecting. The boy summoned a great amount of energy in and around him, and sent out a huge blast of ice ether all across the room.
He cursed under his breath as he was able to shield himself from the incoming blast, but not the controls and chamber behind him. Everything began to freeze over, and he cursed again as he saw the readouts begin to malfunction. He quickly pressed a few buttons on the machine, as he was not going to let the Federation have this new prototype weapon. The ship itself began to explode around them, and the next sensation he felt was falling.
He looked up at the sun, and the debris of the ship around him. Somehow he had survived the exploding ship, and the crash landing on the planet almost unharmed, save for his now obvious broken arm. He heard some noises of grunting coming not far from him, but a little higher up in the wreckage.
"Perhaps someone else survived?" He thought as he began climbing up and out of the wreckage he was in. It didn't take him long to climb up and find who he was looking for. The white haired Kukai boy he had been fighting before was trying to push a piece of debris that had fallen across the back of his leg. His struggle looked in vain though, as one of his arms was also pinned by more wreckage. The boy stopped his struggle as he came into his view. The boy looked him up and down, seeming to determine if he was a threat or not.
"You seem to have found yourself in quite a predicament." He couldn't help but smile and think that this was great payback for what he had done just prior. "You can't lift that, can you?" He put his hand on the piece that was currently pinning his leg.
"No…" The boy said, sounding slightly pained, but not dropping his gaze. "Truce?"
This caused him to raise an eyebrow. He turned and looked at his surrounding. It didn't appear that anyone else was alive in their near proximity. If they were the only ones to survive the crash, he may be the only assistance he would have. Besides, he knew he was stronger than this boy. He could just kill him off later if he didn't become useful.
"Alright, truce, for now." He said, as he looked at the piece that was pinning the boy, and slowly began to lift it with his good arm. It was heavy, but he was able to raise it a few inches, giving the boy enough leverage to push his now obviously crushed leg out. They then set to work freeing his other arm, which didn't take much time.
"Thank you." The boy said as he then immediately began healing his broken bones with a healing ether power. His arm was healed quickly, but his leg, which had been shattered quite well, took a very long time to heal. While the boy did that, he took it upon himself to look around the wreckage for possibly other survivors. He found no one, well…at least no one that was whole and alive. He had found some provisions. A med kit, which he used to help patch his own arm, but not enough to mend it, some emergency food supplies, and water.
He brought these all back to where the boy was, and thankfully the boy appeared to be almost done healing himself. The boy looked up at him as he began setting down all the things he found.
"Would you like me to heal your arm?" The boy asked.
"Why would you do that?" He asked him, eyeing him warily.
"Well, we are in a truce, and that does look painful." The boy eyed the wound, looking like he wanted to reach out and inspect it further, but caught himself before doing so. "I don't mind."
"Alright." He held out his arm to let the boy do so. He didn't like the idea of being helped by the enemy, but if it would speed things along and make him fully capable again, it would give him the advantage once again. The boy held out his hand, and the healing ether was very potent and strong, healing the break quite quickly. He was impressed by the boys healing and ether power. With all the ether he had used, most people would have been completely drained a long time ago. He seemed to be barely fazed by it all.
"All finished. You should be fine now Margulis." The boy said, inspected his handiwork, his fingers almost ghost-touching the spot where the break once was. He frowned, as the boy obviously knew who he was, as that would put him at a slight disadvantage.
"And what do they call you?" Margulis asked, trying to remember what he did know about this boy.
"Chaos. They just call me chaos." Chaos smiled and nodded at him.
"Very well." Margulis stood up and began handing him the supplies.
"There is no one near here that appears alive. Let us head South. There is another part of the ship I saw there. If your leg his healed."
"I should be fine. We should find a way to try to get off this planet. I don't believe there are any ports or settlements on it." Chaos pointed out, while grabbing some supplies for himself, putting them in the pockets all throughout his outfit.
"We look for survivors first. The more help we have, the better our odds." Margulis instructed. Chaos nodded at this, but didn't say anything else.