Mr.Who2123: Well, second update for P.S.O. and I'm too into it to sleep (it's 10:30)

Armos: She owns nothing…bla bla bla, you get the picture.

Mr.Who2123: That's not very enthusiastic…

Armos: Fine…MR.WHO2123 DOES NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO P.S.O BESIDES THIS PLOT!!! Happy?

Mr.Who2123: Very!


The doctor studied the nearly blown away arm. It hung on thin threads, chunks missing and blood oozing freely all over it. The doctor lifted the arm and studied its condition; first cleaning off the whole shoulder, and trying to see if the arm could be stitched together again.

The Principal stood outside with Armos in uncomfortable silence.

"Who's Aaron?" Armos asked the Principal suddenly, his arms folded and his back against the wall. He looked perfectly calm, but Armos didn't feel calm at all. His mind was trying to work over the attack of the city, the repairs, and the possibility of another attack. His mind was braking under weight.

The Principal sighed deeply before his answer.

"He was Kemero's best friend who died in an accident. He was a pilot in the army, and very skilled. One day, he began his exercises in his aircraft, but the tank malfunctioned and the plane blew up," the Principal said. "It wasn't his fault at all, and he still paid for the carelessness of a mechanic or engineer." Armos closed his eyes, imagining the pain as best he could.

"Things like that happen all the time in this universe, don't they?" Armos said. "Faults are paid for always, whether fair or not, and that's what makes us people. We're not very different at all when it comes down to it."

"That is very true," replied the Principal, and silence came in the room again.

The doctor did not come out of the room that day. Neither the next. Everyday for a week, Armos and the Principal spoke of past times or talked of Kemero and his arm. After eight days, the door creaked open, and the two crowded around the doctor. His eyes had dark rings under them, and his gloves were bloody, but overall, the doctor seemed happy with the results by the small smile on his face.

"Is he okay?" the Principal asked anxiously. The doctor sighed deeply.

"Kemero will keep his arm. We managed to make working muscles and tendons of similar material, so his arm should operate normally after it heals," the doctor said. "He is also out of his critical state, and will live if he gets some rest." Armos smiled and the Principal hugged the doctor awkwardly.

"Thanks so much, doctor!" he exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear.

"You may see Kemero, but he cannot move his arm for another month. I need to be going now. Good day!" the doctor stated happily and left.

Inside, Kemero was reading a book that he had brought on his trip to Ragol. His maimed arm was in a strange chrome brace, and lights pulsed through the metal. Kemero smiled when he saw his friends come in.

"Hey guys! I think I made it!" he exclaimed as the Principal sat down near him. Armos leaned against the wall nearby and just smiled.

"Does your arm hurt?" the Principal asked as he looked at the brace.

"Not really, it just feels like there is a lot of fluid pumping through it. The light is health fluid to help the muscles strengthen and for the bones to grow healthy," Kemero explained.

"I'm so glad you're alright," the Principal stated, as if he couldn't believe that he had lived through the explosion.

"Hey, Armos are you going to sit there the whole time?" asked Kemero sarcastically as Armos turned to him and smirked. Then Armos sat down on the bed next to the two.

"Hey, what happened?" Kemero asked. "The doctor didn't really explain what had happened, and I was half conscious then." Armos nodded and reclined his head slightly, as if he were recalling a long lost memory that had almost been forgotten in the depths of his mind.

"Well, the rebels dropped a bomb on us while you were playing that game. It landed very close to the shop so the damage to us was severe-,"

"Hey, why aren't you hurt?" interrupted Kemero. Indeed, Armos looked exactly the same, unlike Kemero.

"Well, I saw the bomb and I ran for cover, but I forgot to get you. After the explosion, I managed to find you semi-conscious, and I helped bring you to the hospital. You called me Aaron then," explained Armos.

Kemero looked down at his brace.

"You actually sound like him. I guess I was just a little shocked from the explosion," Kemero said, trying to engage a happier tone, but it didn't work very well.

"We can go back to the tower if you want. You're free to go," Armos suggested. Kemero nodded.


It usually took many months, even years to build a large tower on Earth. Kemero was amazed at the difference of time it took on Ragol. The next month was mayhem, but the result of mayhem was an almost completely rebuilt city.

"Wow, the city looks just like it did before!" Kemero exclaimed, feeling his brace. It was a different brace this time. It was thin, yet made out of a strong polymer, which could bend. His arm had healed well, but scars covered his arm, and some wounds were still present.

Armos and Kemero were in their room, watching through a window the work of the regallions. Kemero had been in bed most of the month and he saw little of outside life after the bombing, but after seeing the city again, he wanted to see more of the lives of the people.

"Our buildings' makeups are very simplistic and it is easy to build the towers that way. Plus, our workers are very fast and time efficient," Armos explained. "Our city could live on its own. It is very independent."

Watching a couple people put some signs up, Kemero sighed in content.

"I'm glad the war didn't do as much as I thought it would to the city," Kemero stated. He then turned to Armos. "I want to train when my arm is healed. I don't want to be behind."

Armos smiled. Suddenly, a small dot raced in front of Kemero's face. Asparus was flying around Kemero with high speed.

"Whoa! I forgot about you, Asparus!" Kemero exclaimed and managed to catch the mag and calm it down. "I haven't spent much time with you." Asparus made a clicking noise.

"That means he's content," Armos explained, feeling Kama absently.

"Well, that's good. I just wish he'd get bigger so we could get stronger," sighed Kemero. "A mag this small is not something to be proud of, you know."

"Patience, Kemero. It took me five years for my mags to evolve. Don't expect anything soon," Armos said.

But a darkness fell over the room, for they both secretly knew that something will happen, yet they don't know just yet.


Mr.Who2123: (Yawn) I'm too tired to do anything but turn off this computer. Goodnight. (Falls on floor, snoring on Armos' foot)

Armos: Aah! Why am I always around drooling people!!???

Kemero: Review!