"Going Rogue"

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A/N- Hey there Space Pirates! Finishing the game of Rogue Galaxy was so epic. This is my special version of Rogue Galaxy's ending, so hopefully I'll finish this until the end! After that, I'll create a manga series of this [yes, I am a hybrid of artist and writer]

Note- Parenthesis is someone saying in thoughts

Ellipses- [...] Someone writing stuff

SUMMARY- Embarking on their very last mission, Jaster and the Dorgengoa Crew must capture their ultimate treasure, Kisala, of convincing her of returning her life back as a Space Pirate. However, things get tough when various pirates and assassins all over the galaxy in search of the New Queen's dabloons. How will Jaster manage to steal away Kisala and confess his feelings towards her?

Chapter I- Separate Roads, difficult adjustments

+Never too late to back down+

...Deep beyond every planet of the whole entire galaxy lies a close companion of mine. Each of them has their own story they must finish, and it is never too depressing to see them take off. However, the whole Dorgengoa ship has never been so quiet before….

Flipping onto a new page, Jaster picked up his pen and continues to jot down his inner thoughts.

…And the peacefulness just made me ten times drowsy than before….

He paused for a moment, and continued writing.

...Lately, I haven't been much of myself lately. I can't stop being so surprised on how Kisala just left us in becoming the Queen of Mariglenn without saying goodbye. Maybe it's for the best, right? Still, I wondered if she's okay. I mean, what happens if she messed up on her royal ceremony? I rather see her fighting a giant monster than sitting on a chair for the entire day….

"What'cha got there, Jaster my boy?"

"Huh?!" Jaster startled. He immediately closing his red journal with one hand. He quickly turned around and saw Monsha behind his back, making a devilish grin at him.

Jaster nervously laughed and put away the pocket journal on his bag. Standing up, he began to stare at the rose nebula, whistling away.

Monsha sighed as he hopped on Jaster's shoulder. "Ya very terrible on hidin' secrets, ya know! Thinkin' of Kisala again?"

The young boy scratches the back of his head , feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well you know… everybody is concern of Kisala! Uh, I'm not so sure about Zegram though." The purple cat chuckled at the last statement. Zegram never pays attention to Kisala too much throughout their whole entire journey together. He's not the kind of person to be strongly attached to someone.

There was brief silence.

"You know Jaster, you've been out here for hours. Shouldn't you get some rest already, hmm?"

"Nah, its fine," Jaster replied, shaking his head at the talking cat. "I think it's better off for me to just stay here a bit longer."

"Sheesh what are you? A statue?" Monsha joked and laugh at the idea. Jaster rolled his eyes and smiled at him.

"Says the talking cat."

"Hey!" Monsha yelled. Jaster laughed at him and put his arms on the back of his head, stetching.

Both of them starred at the colorful nebula silently. Scarlet stars surround the Dorgengoa ship, glistening. Jaster sighed again, day dreaming his thoughts away.

Monsha broke the silence. "You know, it's been days ever since Kisala left the ship. Just like that, she just took the crown. What's your comment of her new job, Jaster?"

"Definitely not so queen material,"Jaster replied, shaking his head.

"Ya think so? Hey, if we can steal her back," Monsha went close to Jaster's ear, "and some of Mariglenn's treasure, we'll be stinkin' rich!"

Jaster smiled. "You're right, but that means we'll be unwelcome in Mariglenn"

"Screw royalty! We're space pirates, remember? Now quit being gloomy tomorrow, we have a big mission to do!" Monsha grinned, as the cat made a light punch in the back of his head. He then walked back inside the Dorgengoa cabin.

"A mission?"

"Where's that brain of yers? We're going to take back our glorious treasure from Mariglenn! Kisala's coronation is about to start once we arrived there!"

Hearing Monsha's statement made Jaster's face beamed of excitement. (Oh man, how can I forget that? Going to raid into the kingdom and convince Kisala to go back to her life as a pirate? This will be one hell of a ride)

Jaster grinned at the cat, with determination firing on his eyes. "Got it."

"Yeah? Now get some rest, already. We're going to warp soon! Dorgengoa is itchin' to start the mission," Monsha replied with excitement and went back inside the ship. Hearing the door shut, Jaster stretched his arms with a grunt.

"Looks like going back to Rosa is going to be delayed for quite some time," Jaster said to himself.

Reaching out to his pocket journal, he dug his hands into a small gap of the page. In it, he picks up a photograph that Steve took back at Alistia, which is a picture of the whole crew, celebrating their last day together at the middle of night. It was their very last photo he enjoyed before most of them return back to their planet.

Focusing on the very center of the photo, his eyes scattered on viewing Kisala in a sexy red two piece swimsuit, splashing water on his face. He cannot help but smile at the photo, since it was the very first time he let himself felt nothing but enjoyment.

Jaster once again stared at the starry nebula with so many thoughts on his mind, and then slowly walk towards the door.

"I wonder if she's even enjoying her new life as a queen anyway…"

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- + - Mariglenn Kingdom - BALLROOM

It was the middle of the afternoon for the planet of Mariglenn. Citizens bustle around the plaza of Mariglenn, doing their usual routine like any other day.

But things were not completely the same. Inside the castle of Mariglenn, servants and knights were peeking through the door cracks of the ballroom. Inside, a young woman with textbooks on top of her head was painstakingly practicing her dancing lessons. Seeing her slowly twirling, her gorgeous blue veils on her traditional royal gown gently flow on the air.

Balancing a stack of textbooks on top of her head, Kisala struggles to keep up with the classical music. Her lady instructor, Mary, taps her foot impatiently as her eyes watches intently on Kisala.

"Ugh, are you sure I have to dance before the coronation?" the new Queen questioned at her teacher, trying her best to balance the books. (Ugh, it feels like I'm balancing on a plank…)

The dance instructor threw a textbook at the composer of the orchestra. Stopping the rthym of the music, he turned his head over to the grumpy old lady, rubbing his head.

Kisala sighed out of exhaustion and bend her body halfway down, dropping three large textbooks fall down to the balcony floor. The books' landing echoes the whole balcony that shatters the brief silence.

"Unless you want to look like a complete embarrassment in tonight's coronation ceremony, I suggest you to keep practicing until you get this second song right!" Mary replied coldly with her arms crossed.

Kisala's face fumed in anger while rubbing the top of her head. "Sheesh, I can't be a perfectionist on everything, you know! I'm not so passionate on dancing," she shot back. "And this dress is kind of killing me. I can barely breathe in this…"

"That is why I'm training you in the first place, my dear," she said, ignoring her complaints.

"Now, let us start from the top!" She said with enthusiam. Mary grabbed a wooden stick and gestured the composer to get ready. The young queen rolled her eyes, irritated from the long hours of her practice.

As the orchestra starts playing Mariglenn's traditional music, Kisala begins to slowly dance with the music.

Feeling the music getting into her mind, Kisala pace her dance moves while glancing at her instructor, ignoring the weight of the textbooks. Each of her glances made the young queen shiver in nervousness, and almost dropped the textbooks from her head.

In the middle of the practice, the ballroom door opens slowly, as two servants were rolling out the red carpet. The dance instructor made an evil smile and gestured her hand to signal at Kisala for the climatic point of the music.

"Alright my dear, this is the finishing touch. To your right!"

Kisala breathe deeply as she turns her back on Mary, gathering up her energy to perform her best move.

(Okay… here goes nothing!)

However, not noticing the servants rolling out the red carpet from her rear, Kisala yelp and stumbled at the edge of the large red carpet, falling on the cold golden tiles. One of the textbook's sharp edges made a deep cut on the right side of her forehead.

The orchestra continues to play the loud music, unaware of Kisala's accident. The young Queen slowly sat up, touching the wound on her forehead. Slowly touching her wound, she felt the warm blood stain her small hands.

"Oh man… this is bad… real bad…" the young Queen whispered to herself from her humiliation.

Suddenly, a dark shadow covers over her body. Slowly turning around, Kisala made a nervous laugh, looking only at the hems of the instructor's long black satin dress… and her foot tapping. She was definitely angry. Very. Kisala cease her laughing and stood up.

"What am I supposed to deal with you, child! I guess the new Queen of Mariglenn cannot even master the old traditional waltz music with that kind of talent," Mary mocked with a chuckle. Behind her were the two old servants bowing down in apology and pace back to the entrance.

This sets Kisala off, grabbing one of the textbooks from the ground out of irritation. "Oh? You put me through hours of this dance routine without any breaks, and now you're personally attacking me?" she shoved the textbook forcefully on Mary's chest. "At least I'm trying!"

Mary laughed again, waving the book on the air. "And it's not good enough. Besides, there's one more lesson we should do, before you have your beauty rest," she paused and looked at her face, "to lessen those eye bags I see."

Kisala's rage boiled, having the feeling to punch her across the face from that remark. Making a deep breath to calm her down, Kisala crossed her arms and looked straight at her. "I think we progressed enough for today."

"Hmph, I don't see the difference on our progress," Mary counters harshly.

Kisala walked pass her, ignoring her last statement. Exiting from the ballroom, she quickly pace herself at the on the hallway, not looking straight at the servants who are looking concerned about her.

Not caring the slightest thing to her new majesty, she picks up the rest of the textbooks with an ominous grin.

"My oh my, what an ignorant child I have to train. Suit yourself! The majesty's royal coronation celebration is entertaining enough to see my highness mess up on her first day," she said with a crooked laugh. The orchestra composer looked at Mary and saw several black-armored knights at the entrance.

"Guards, keep on eye of the girl. She should not leave the kingdom until the coronation is announced!"

"Aye, lady Mary!"

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-+- [KISALA'S ROOM]

After running back to her messy room, Kisala scrambled her hands at the doorknob and locked the door. She quickly made her way towards the small bathroom at the very corner near the room.

After reaching her mini-destination, she immediately turned on the bathroom sink and wash both her bloodstain fingers and the cut with lukewarm water . Once the bleeding stopped, she applied a small bandage, which did not cover half of the wound.

Sighing, Kisala used her bangs to conceal the large cut. She then sat down on her bed. Piles of wrinkled clothes were scattered throughout the queen's bed. Some were even on the floor as well, including some of the weapons.

"Oh man, I can't breathe in this thing! This is worse than papa's bear hug, and it's driving me nuts!" she said out of frustration. Kisala's left bloody hand finally grasp the ends of the loop and pulled the knots off, letting loose the corset.

Freed from the corset, she unzipped the large blue frilly gown. Stripping away the traditional royal gown, Kisala felt nothing but freedom and relaxation with only her red lace bra and undies on. Tossing the tight gown on the floor, she threw herself onto the silky queen-sized bed.

"Ah, it's so good to feel nothing but relaxation!" Kisala replied happily, stretching her whole body like a cat. Kisala smiled to herself in enjoying the limited free time she is having.

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Time passed by slowly as she stares at the golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The cold breeze from the balcony made the curtains flow smoothly on the air. Closing her aubrown eyes, Kisala sighed happily and took a deep breath, hearing the roaring waterfalls.

(Wow… how many days pass by when I left Papa and Jaster?) She pause at her train of thought and silently counted with her fingers.

(Six days without them huh. Everything is just so different without them…) She slowly sat up, eyes wide open.

(I didn't even said goodbye to them… what the heck am I thinking?) she realized with great astonishment. Her heart felt a tinge of pain of remembering that fateful day. She shut her eyes tight when she made one last glance at Jaster slowly walking away towards the Dorgengoa ship with a depressed look.

Holding back the tears, Kisala thought the image of her mother. (But… maybe it's for the best. I have to keep my Mother's legacy to make this planet better.) Kisala nodded to herself with determination. But that determination faded quickly when she looked up at the opened balcony, viewing Mariglenn's beautiful scenery of the vast cloudy skies.

Kisala was used in exploring around the galaxy throughout her entire lifestyle. She didn't mind being around with shady tough pirates, nor the smell of alcohol and rowdy pirates. But throughout the past days in staying in Mariglenn, her lifestyle was nothing but training, rules, and sitting around the castle the whole entire day. It felt as though her freedom was lost after she willfully agreed to be reign the kingdom for her mother.

The young woman shook her head vigorously of the whole entire thought. "Ugh… so much complex stuff going on in my mind!" she yelled, hugging a giant star-shaped pillow. "I'm so not sure if I can handle this great responsibility."

Kisala silently gasp when she heard footsteps on her doorway. Placing her right ear on the huge white door, she overhears two knights talking.

"I never knew the new Queen can be a pain in the butt."

"Well, at least she won't escape before the ceremony begins."

Slowly stepping backwards from the door, Kisala crossed her arms with a huff.

(Of all the worst luck in the world, I have to be protected by those people!) Grabbing the clothes on top of the bed, she wore her usual space pirate attire. Adjusting the yellow frilly sleeves and her trusty dual daggers, she ran up to the balcony and looked at the sunset.

(I can take care of myself. Everyone should see a Queen being independent, you know!)

Crackling her knuckles, she looked at the wall, which was covered in vines that were near the waterfalls.

"Okay. I hope I can get through this!"

And so, she made her way climbing done the unsettling vines.

(This is way better than that horrible dance practice!)

A/N- Whew, finally done with the first chapter! I procrastinated about two days on this, haha. Poor Kisala is very confused on adjusting her new lifestyle. Plus, Jaster is so concerned of her decision too (and her father too). Oh yes, and Mary is kind of rude to Kisala, since she's too young to be a Queen.

*Love to hear your feedback on this! I still need improvement of my writing. But I will never back down on discontinuing this story. I apologize that there were some mistakes, haha.

By the way, I made the art cover for this story. I can't think of a pose for Jaster and Kisala, and it took me hours on the lineart. But its all worth the troubles in the end.