Mr.who2123: Alrighty! I'll just start…I think that my funny Disclaimers distract people from the tragedy in my story so I am starting right away! I don't own Phantasy Star Online, although it's awesome. I have a level 91! One more thing, the beginning is like…what happened after the end of the story. Only like a day or two after the end. Just keep that in mind.

Chapter 1: Memories with Heartache

Kemero walked into his large room, dirty and tired. He glanced everywhere in the room; it was exactly the same from when he left. The similarity of the room was painful to him; his heartache was terrible and memories crept into his mind.

Kemero laid his gun, the VARISTA, on the bed and ran a gloved hand through his grimy white hair.

"Why did it have to happen? Right when-," his hazel eyes were fixed on a sheet of paper filled with writing. That can't be mine. I haven't written anything since I came here months ago, he thought, taking a step towards the sheet. Then it's…

Kemero walked towards the paper and gingerly picked it up. Slowly, his eyes scanned the contents. Pain and memories flooded through him, and he couldn't stop thinking about the past. Kemero's hands started shaking, and the paper fell from his grasp.

"I…," he tried to say, but he was on the verge of tears. When did he last cry? Kemero closed his eyes, but the words on the paper were visible in his head. The pain was unbearable, even worse than when he was stabbed by a photon blade.

"Why...?," he whispered to no one, and his tears finally slid down his cheeks, and Kemero began to cry.

Kemero stretched and rubbed his eyes sluggishly.

"Good sleep, good sleep," he mumbled, stumbling out of the bed. "Where's my gun?" he asked himself, although he knew it was in its exact same spot, in his case that was locked in a safe.

Kemero finally rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and headed towards his gun. With nimble fingers, he unlocked the safe within seconds, and then opened the case to reveal a handgun with silver printed letters: Varista. The small gun was made with the latest technology; they used the power from a new compound element.

"Kemero wake up!" yelled a voice so loud that the ranger fell back wards. Kemero stumbled as he got up and then walked over to a small screen that projected images. A tall figure was shown: the leader of the planet, or the Principal.

"I'm up, Principal" replied the tired ranger. The Principal nodded and then grabbed a sphere that was on a table that was out of the screen to his left. Kemero knew it was a model of the planet, and he also knew that the Principal doesn't use that model unless something severe happened.

"The plague is getting worse, Kemero. This is what the planet looks like now," the Principal said grimly, lifting the sphere. Kemero remembered a blue, white, and maybe a little green model, but this one was different. The oceans were now green, and the atmosphere that covered the model was now only a thin sheet of ugly grey. Kemero widened his eyes at the figure, and then looked at the principal with a grim face.

"What happened?" Kemero asked, gazing at the figure. The Principal shook his head.

"The atmosphere as begun to melt away, there is little fresh water, and the core of our planet is actually melting the outer cores. Therefore, the planet is reacting strangely, and deserts are spread everywhere." Kemero widened his eyes again, and looked down.

"What do we do?" asked Kemero, a glimpse of hope in his hazel eyes as he looked up again. The Principal nodded and then placed the model planet on the desk which was too far from the projector's range to see anymore.

"We need to move to another planet," the Principal answered. "We have to. This plaque has already destroyed 75 percent of the population, Kemero." Kemero looked down at his bare feet. He knew it was bad, but not that bad.

"We have unmanned scouts searching the solar system for a suitable place," the Principal stated, bringing Kemero's attention again. "We will find a place soon, Kemero. Don't worry about it," the Principal said, and the projector faded along with the image of him, leaving Kemero to his thoughts.

"WHAT!" Kemero yelled at the Principal. All the government leaders were gathered in a decisive meeting, and Kemero, being the leader of the national army, was there too. The Principal nodded again solemnly.

"There are only 500,000 of us less. The plague is getting worse," the Principal repeated solemnly. "There are only a few months before we all die." Kemero was sick to the stomach.

Caitlyn, the leader of the scientists that worked for the government, stroked a lock of hair that fell loose from her ponytail. Kemero looked at the scientist with a look of interest. He knew she had something up her sleeve when she plays with her hair.

"We have found a suitable place, though," she remarked, and relieved looks spread everywhere. Kemero and the Principal nodded to each other with knowing looks. It looks like he also knew she had something to show as well. He doesn't look very surprised, he remarked in his thoughts.

"Do we have some vehicle that can take us to this new planet?" asked Stannis, the lead advisor of the Principal. Caitlyn's thin lips curled into a smile. Everyone turned their heads to Caitlyn, panic striking in the room.

"Why, all my scientists are working on that right now," she replied her smile still evident. Kemero sighed in relief with all the other officials, who had held their breath.

"How long will this take?" asked the Principal. "We need it within a month." Caitlyn nodded and then called for a scientist to come. A man with a long white lab coat and brown hair bowed to all the officials, and then walked next to Caitlyn. She asked the time frame that the experiment needed to be finished, and he said something back that Kemero couldn't quite catch. The man had an unreasonably small voice. The scientist left the room, and Caitlyn returned her attention back to the meeting.

Caitlyn looked at the members of the group with a sly look. Her hand moved automatically to her hair as she twisted her finger around the blonde lock.

"We will be done in a week," she said, and everyone cheered.

Mr.Who2123: Yay! My first chappie! Well, if you review, I'll give you a smoothie of good reviewerness! WOOT!

(Notice 7/13/07 - I have corrected a couple mistakes for this chapter so it is more understandable.)