Brave Express Might Gaine + King of Braves GaoGaiGar, Might, Guy K

It was late in the groups' recharge barracks. Many of the bigger bot's were down for the night, and many of their human partners had gone home for some shuteye as well. Gaine had nodded off while Might was talking to him, and the young man had patted an audial before standing up and turning to leave. He blinked, noticing he was not as alone as he though before. Two large mechs, one red the other blue, curled up around each other. That wasn't surprising— he'd heard the two tromp in. No, what shocked him was the armorclad ginger kneeling on the shoulder of one of the mechs. Might hadn't met him yet, though he had heard of their arrival to the base. As he puzzled over whether or not to to greet the stranger, he found the man smiling at him.

"Good evening!" he called cheerfully, hopping off of his sleeping companions. "I don't believe we've been introduced!"

Might blinked, holding out his hand for the other to eagerly shake. "No, I suppose not— call me Might," he grinned, finding the stranger's smile somewhat contagious. "And you are—"

"Guy Shishioh! Charmed to meet you, Might," Guy exclaimed, beaming. "Say, don't suppose you'd have time to show me around? I must confess, I haven't been anywhere but here and the elevator, so I'm not entirely sure which way is out, or where the others are staying."

Might shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "I've got time, but… you don't have a built in GPS?" he teased. "I heard you were an android."

Guy laughed, winking. "Some things had to be sacrificed I'm afraid. Upon making me choose between the GPS function and Pac-Man, I'm afraid I wanted to go a little too retro."

Brave of Gold Goldran Dran, Maria K

Maria tucked the little ones in for the evening, smiling as they curled around each other in a tired bundle. They were already at her shoulder— they'd no doubt become Dran's height in a year or so. Dran… He told her to come out with him tonight. He'd sometimes go out alone, to where she did not know, but would always return home, check on the little ones, and then fall asleep with her. Now, Maria would finally find out where he was going. Excited, she dashed down the stairs and outside.

Dran's alt form glittered in the moonlight and she jumped back a little when the door opened for her.

"Come, there is something I want you to see," the swordsmech soothed, gently shutting the door as she settled. "Hold on, I'm afraid we need to get there soon."

"Dran, wh-" she didn't get to finish before he sped off. This was nowhere near the speed her horses could reach, and she clung to the steering wheel.

As the golden sportscar slid to a stop, Maria opened eyes she hadn't noticed were squeezed shut. Dran's engine rumbled shyly. "Maria, I have been planning this small surprise for a little while now, and you've put up with me long enough. If you step out, I will give you a better view."

The small bot did as she was told, suspicious but silent. As her suitor changed into his darker bipedal form he held out his hand for her to step on. Lifting her to his shoulder, he looked up into the night sky, sighing happily. "You make the stars dance, you see?"

Maria looked up and gasped. Hundreds of stars were failling from the sky. A meteor shower… Dran had been calculating the timing for it.

"D-Dran, it's— you've been planning this, haven't you?" she whispered.

He smiled back at her. "I have. I learned that humans have unique concepts of time, but I have know you long enough to say, happy anniversary." Maria turned away from the sky, causing the samurai to frown momentarily before she kissed his cheek.

"Happy anniversary, Dran. Thank you."

Brave Exkaiser (mentions Brave Fighter of Sun Fighbird) Kouta, Exkaiser K

Kouta walked outside one evening to find the family car gazing up at the stars. Exkaiser's headlights were dim, suggesting he was somewhat troubled. Mario sat atop his hood, and Kouta took a place beside the chow, patting the smooth metal. "What's wrong, Exkaiser?" the boy asked quietly, worried for his friend. "You look very homesick."

The car sighed, his tires shifting on the pavement. "A little concerned for students, is all…"

"Students?" News to Kouta. He tapped the hood curiously. "Were you a teacher, Exkaiser?"

The robot under him gave a humored rumble. "Oh, no, I'm considered an older student. A graduate, I think, is your term," Exkaiser chuckled. "I was part of the space police academy."

Kouta gaped. There was an school for space police? Maybe he could visit with Exkaiser sometime… "That sounds really cool!" exclaimed the young boy, looking up at the sky. "I bet a lot of people look up to you!"

Exkaiser laughed again. "Not a lot, but…" he trailed off, recalling a memory. "There was one that stuck out a bit more than the others. You would like him. He's… different."

"What's his name?" Kouta settled down to lie on his stomach atop the car, Mario making a good pillow.

"Fighbird."

The reply was soft, Kouta didn't catch it right away. "Fy..vard?"

"Heh, no. Fighbird," the robot began, looking back up at the sky. "He is very kind, and just. He is extraordinarily friendly… If it was not for the fact that he wanted to protect and do right by people who might require help, he would be totally nonviolent."

Kouta listened in awe. "He sounds very nice…" the child mumbled into his pillow's fur.

"He really is. There is not a mean-streak in his circuits." Exkaiser was smiling, and though it was hidden, Kouta could hear it. "He will be a fine officer one day. A brave officer who will right wrongs, but also a peaceful influence on the galaxy. And you will know his name."

Brave of Gold Goldran, Captain Shark

The moon was a quiet place to be. There were no sounds, no life forms. Only himself. Only one. The backup plan for when shit hit the fan. Captain Shark wanted adventure; he wanted to move again, instead of being stuck in his thoughts. The endless labyrinth of the mind can only entertain for so long. He was cold and alone and practically lifeless, for what was there to live for, listen to, fight against?

One day after countless centuries, there was a voice. Shark shrugged it off, sure he'd finally hit the "hearing things" phase of his confinement… again.

He heard the voice once more. Closer.

He woke up.