Chrono Trigger: Protecting Our Future
The fall of Guardia from the view of a Porre soldier. One who went from admiring the heroes to conquering their home. Are they friend or foe? Will they need to come together to fight something bigger than themselves?
I don't own Chrono Trigger or Chrono Cross, or the characters and settings that appeared in them. Some new characters and settings will be within though.
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Time: 1005 AD
Ill Omen
...Clink...tap...tap...
Lucca stands next to a long wooden table, fiddling with a flat looking device with many little metal prongs coming from it. She uses a screwdriver and wrench, adding and taking off pieces of it. Her helmet and gray bag sit close by hear, resting gently against one of the table legs. She lifts her glasses for a moment, looking down at her project. After staring for a few moments, she gives a small triumphant nod, placing her glasses back down.
"That should do.." She walks over towards the wall with a long wire, plugging it in. She rubs a hand quickly through her short purple hair, moving back to the table swiftly, stepping over an impressive mess of books on the floor, ones that her father had told her to pick up many times before.
"Now..." Lucca flips a small switch on the side of the flat panel. She leans down, listening.
Bzzt
She frowns, hearing the sound, and a small spark where the wire connects, but nothing more happens. "How about..." She flips a second switch, one that is a couple inches from the first. She flips back the first one, and then presses it forward again, apparently some sort of power switch.
Bzzt
Lucca sits back on a stool lazily, sighing heavily at the obvious lack of success. Her gaze moves from the table, piled with sketches, over to the window, out at the night sky, then over to the corner of the room, seeing Gato, always a fan favorite at the fairs. A few prototype robots also lay on the ground, deactivated, many of them show a strong resemblance to Robo.
"What to do now.." She asks herself. Her parents had left for a few days, leaving her alone in the small home south of Truce Village. She remains on the stool, deep in thought as always, over some unknown topic. Her ear flinches a little at the sound of a slight noise upstairs. It starts out low at first, but grows each passing second.
"Gaaaah..."
"Oh..." Lucca stands up swiftly, moving to a wooden door in the middle of the room. She opens it slowly, looking back and forth, a staircase on the left, and also another on the right. She briefly glances at a few flower pots, some of them empty, others have brown plans inside them.
Lucca spins left, ascending up the stairs, still hearing the small cry in the distance.
"Gaaaah..."
She reaches the top of the stairs, looking over the railing at a small child, wrapped in a blanket on top of her own bed. She begins to move quicker, keeping an eye on the child, but forgets to look down, tripping over a wire of one of her contraptions. She lands hard on the ground, her glasses falling off, rolling along the wooden floor. She winces a little, but doesn't seem to be hurt. The child on the bed stops fussing immediately, looking over at Lucca with widened eyes.
The pair of little eyes follows Lucca as she stands up slowly, wiping her sleeves, reaching down for her glasses. She inspects them for damage, then slips them on again and turns toward the bed.
"Lucca at your service!" She says, smiling cheerfully down at the small child, short strands of blonde hair come down over her forehead, she smiles back at Lucca.
"What do you need, Kid?" She asks, even though she knows no answer will come back. "Hm, let's see here..."
She still remembered the day she found Kid lying in the middle of the forest.
She needed a break from home. All the work she had been doing. She always felt the need to do more, there was always something to fix, always something to think about, always something to plan. And unfortunately, always something to do for Porre, who had employed her for various tasks. Going out for a walk seemed like the best thing to do.
Lucca had picked up a small robot she had worked on, turned it on, and brought it along with her. She wanted it to look just like Robo. Her friend, who was always on her mind, along with everyone else in the future, and the past. She still recalled the last time seeing him, going into the portal into an unknown future. One where he might not exist?
Despite the doubt, and the worry that was always there, she somehow felt he was alright. Robo was somewhere, and he was happy, she was sure of it.
Lucca watched the small gray robot waddle around next to her, spinning around, even doing a couple of flips. She was so proud, it was her best finished product to date. It's steps were loud, the metal hitting against stones and dirt, the mechanical arms and legs flailed about.
Something had caught her eye that day.
She had been switching her attention between the robot and the clear blue sky above when a bright light reached the corner of her eye, amidst the tree's and bushes of the forest.
Lucca stopped, her eyes widened, looking at the glowing coming through the leaves, her mouth dropped a little, moving slowly over to it. She parted a few branches and looked to a small clearing within all the plants. A child had been left there. It was wrapped tightly in a white blanket, with a glowing pendant around its neck. The chain and the pendant itself was gold, with a large blue gem in the middle, the entire thing reflecting the sun and glowing brightly.
A small smile crept to Lucca's face as she reached down and picked up the child. Their eyes met immediately, and from that day, she took care of her as if she was her own sibling. They seemed to have a special bond. It was almost a full year to the day since she found Kid.
Was it fate (perhaps a poor choice of words) that brought them together?
(bmm bmm bmm)
Lucca shakes her head quickly, finally realizing she was nearly in a trance thinking about the memories. She listens again closely, hearing the knocks on the door.
(bmm bmm bmm)
She looks down at Kid, who is still smiling silently at her. "Sorry, I'll be right back! Always something to do..." Lucca spins around, stepping carefully over the same wire she fell from before, charging the down stairs with some speed. She takes a quick peek out the window before swinging the door open.
"Hey guys!" She says cheerfully, though her eyes give away she probably doesn't have as much energy as her voice may hint.
"Lucca!" Marle nearly runs in, embracing her friend quickly before stepping back. She wears the same light blue attire with baggy pants that she had worn on their past adventures. Crono walks in behind her, holding a child of his own, smiling at the two.
"Oh! You brought your boy with you. I've only seen him a couple times since he was born...He's been growing, for sure." Lucca eyes the kid, the smile still there. She adjusts her glasses, looking between the two with a bit of concern. "You guys are dropping by a bit late?"
Marle looks to Crono for a brief moment, they exchange an odd glance, then she looks down reluctantly, kicking her feet a little. "Lucca, sorry to do this...but we need to ask a favor of you..."
"Of course, what do you need?" She turns around abruptly, scanning the room. "Come in and sit if you need to, I should have cleared this mess anyways..."
"No, that's alright Lucca. We're tired and can only stay for a bit. But...can you look after our son for a few days?"
"You guys should know you don't even have to ask!" Lucca begins to pile up scattered drawings into a single, neat stack. "I should drop science and focus on childcare at this rate!"
Marle chuckles lightly, looking back at Crono.
"Would be less stressful.." Lucca adds, nearly inaudibly. She looks up from the table at the pair in wonder. "You guys traveling or.." She flinches, remembering some of the current events involving Porre and the blockade. "I mean...ehm...something going on?"
"We...We just don't have a good feeling about things right now." Crono says, his spike red hair still in its old form, as well as his clothing. "It'd be best if he was out of the castle for a little while anyways." Crono moves next to the table, holding the child, handing it to Lucca, who takes him gently.
"I agree." She looks down at the boy and gives a nod. "Hey, Crono..." He turns around, looking back at Lucca. "Any word on your Mo--"
"No." Crono says quickly and coldly. He frowns a little.
"I'm sure things will be alright." Lucca says, reassuringly. Crono gives no response, and after a little while of awkward silence, she changes the subject. "I'll bring him upstairs, he'll have better company up there."
"How is she?" Crono finally breaks his silence again.
"Good." Lucca smiles a little.
"We should get going then." Marle says, yawning.
"Wish you guys could stay longer. We don't spend as much time together as we used to." Lucca sighs. "I guess that is my fault more than anything though.." Her tone quickly changes as her head snaps back up. "Oh, Crono." She opens a wooden drawer, looking down, holding the boy with one hand, and going through the disorganized desk with the other. She grabs a small white bag, grasping it tightly. She shuts the drawer with her free hand, still holding the bag. She walks over, slipping it to Crono and whispers to him. "If things ever get too bad to handle, always have something up your sleeve." She winks at him, Crono merely looks down blinking, then puts the bag in his pocket without questioning further. "Just be careful, you guys."
"We will." Crono slides the door open again, walking out into the darkness. Marle follows, turning her head to Lucca, giving a quick smile, before following behind.