Sorry about the sudden delay. I was moving to a new home and got cut off from my writing.


Gyaxa Space Center

September 7 10:30 a.m.

"Please...?"

"No…"

"Please?!"

"No…!"

"PLEASE?!

"NO!"

The consistent squirming upon his shoulder did not falter the carryon currently protesting as a maddened behemoth. The yellow silky skirt persistently bounced while its occupier folded in reluctance as a wet towel. Red long hair coupled with lackluster limbs suspended over the two tinted protracted overcoat of the prosecutor. The mundane task assuaged on the cease of her bickering and copious threshing nuisance, silent capitulation dawning as they exited the double metallic doors. Their reflective glossy surfaces mocking her as the illumination from within desiccated by the sheer moment clasp of their edges, burying the truth as well as several trimmed orange hairs behind solid steel and metal. With the threshold breached, the prosecutor twisted, locking with a scurried cacophony of beeps along with buttons. Ensured his esoterically curious visitor no longer attained intentions of harrowing further to his Master's belongings.

The buttoned keypad installed along the thin crevice where Simon's hidden keycard would snuggly access through dissipated the illumination slowly of the password before faltering over. Her gravity shifted from her midriff down to where the blood properly flowed to her booted feet as he propped her like a lifeless mannequin. The prosecutor's face beyond deathly serious to the point newly forming wrinkles may properly sprout on his visage from the widely brimmed grimace inhabiting it.

"You've gotten this far along." She argued, stamping her hands on yellow hips. "You might as well drop the rest from your shoulders."

"You've gotten this far into my patience. You should drop the subject now." He bit harshly.

'I don't get you sometimes.' She clambered inwardly, 'you were roughly smooth about it earlier. Why stop now?!'

"Let it out!" Monita screeched angrily.

Simon constantly harbored the cold distant persona ever since his subsequent endurance of the same tapered room of where he was locked away for years. Free from his imprisoned cage for a little less than a year wrought ill effect on melting the facade, it seems.

"Who is your Senior?"

"That's none of your concerns." He dismissed her jabbering by the twist of his neck, unwilling to dare offer a peer in her direction. "It is all in the past. Now leave."

"We were making some head waves." She protested once more, acknowledging deep down her attempts were not in vain. "What was their name?"

His heavy, but well tempered weapon was all he obtained. Very effective against her and she loathed it. As sturdy as it is, it was as fragile upon saying its name that it would shatter to tiny pieces and cease to exist. The narrowing icy grays taunted her one more abject and menacing muted remark before brushing past her shoulder like undesirable litter.

The sting radiated violently in her chest as her jaw involuntarily slackened in disbelief. Savoring once more that offensive two tinted long hair and overcoat pursuing to dive away from the harbinger. Determination gnawing angrily in her gullet as the strength in her fists, she refused to be treated and unheard in such a manner.

One hand gloved, the other not, shot outward as white boots kicked through friction into a full on assaultive blitzkrieg. The sudden attack had caused the elasticity of the prosecutor to go from dilapidated stone gargoyle to a folded beach chair. Knees thumped, bodies toppled. The bigger, he was, the harder, he fell along with a lemon colored truth peckish attorney cushioned by it all.

"Unhand me!" Demand narrowly muffled against his pressed cheek against the floor.

"Not unless you tell me!"

Her fingers nimbly prodding at his long coat, eliciting a hoarse yelp as a finger caught a rib. Regaining his fallen bearings, pale callous hands elevated him from the hard cold floor. Athena plunged to her side as she aileron rolled off the tumbled samurai. Her hands clamped underneath her own weight on her belly side, greeting the cold but clean floor.

His face morphed grotesquely in anguish and spleen. Sunken fringed dark wrinkled eyes squinting narrowly to simmering irritation as her neck craned to view his shadow.

"Make yourself useful and remove yourself from my sight!" He violently clamored.

His shoulders ransacked with tense preparation incase she had conjured an idea of replicating her feeble attempts. She watched him shrink as his distance had removed him from her transgression, remaining barren on gray.

"Fine!" She piqued loud, ensuring her cry echoed and rebounded off walls, audible to his ear drums. "Be that way!"

The aftermath of her supposed infringement led her to dust off her clothing and tidy her skirt. She sighed, vexed how Simon could be so cruel and cautious. His endeavor to obscure the truth in darkness from her merely fueled that cause to an investigation. After her reluctant sigh, she smiled. Wide and proud.

Whatever he bid to hide would reach the light and soon. 'Good thing he left…'

She reveled at the presence of those great pieces of borrowed evidence in her fingertips. After all, she will return them, but first she would have fun with her new little toys. The universal remote control that Aura had intelligently invented held tightly in her grasp as she skimmed through the numerous options and quality of this fine piece. In her other splayed out was the access card.

'I'm going to figure it out one way or another. Hopefully I'll have had enough time before he finds out that I borrowed these little gadgets!'

Glancing once more at the glossy door, code fresh and card in hand. 'I think I should go in the room first… Clonco and Ponco can be reactivated anytime.'

Ecstasy galore that the door had an obvious oddball lag to giving away the code as well at the convenience of her driver carrying her. 'They should fix that, but I'm glad it worked out for me!'

The numerical code, she figured, would have held some sort of intimate importance or significance as any other person would to memorize the sequence facilely. Something of the sorts as a birthday or perhaps an address, but this one couldn't in accordance to the township or a date. The idea of simply being placed as a randomly assigned number in compliments to the Space Center could have been a reasonable notion. That would hardly stand as Simon could have possibly forgotten the code that many years ago if so, unless there was some sort of legend or index located to search. Though, it did not fall right into place due to security unless as a possibility of asking confidentially requested by Yuri to the recent discover of her mother's once forgotten armory and training hall to be away from unwanted and uninvited visitors. The notion didn't stem far, but there was a chance of coincidence.

'Code: 735363.' She whimsically hummed to herself as the daft limbs replicated after sliding the card through the security slit.

Overwhelming achievement gushed through as the doors allowed the feeling to flow through the entrance. The airtight broken seal cascaded the outside and inside temperatures to intermingle one another. She scampered quickly in before allowing the door to consume her form as it locked from the outside. Scanning the rooms once more, her fists greeted each other in a slam, 'Time to investigate! Let's do this!'

As hard as she desired to, the recollecting memories did not manifest automatically as she envisioned it would have. This locale harbored a sentimental value lost by the corruption of tainted criminals and the trauma of losing two loved ones. Yet, nothing had triggered the past to be inflamed like a cataclysmic storm. Only to be buried behind the subconscious wall her brain refused to access her to. Lone memories of a heavy clunky oddly shaped and unfashionably experimental prototype headset adorning her head and solitary confinement between walls of people even within her own place that would be called home. Despite it all, the place glowed a tinted shade of yellow and cordial divinity.

She shook herself from her reverie, reestablishing her uncharted and non copious amount of time before Simon discovered his missing belongings. She was incapable to allow her curious frisks to bathe the walls of where her younger self had done the same to a lower descent upon them. Before the undomesticated nostalgia had a chance to caper, the room Simon had introduced prior emerged. The hollow unworn armor greeting her once more with ghostly occupants. The three getups strung and ceased in their respective positions. Their shapes molded and mounted, sustaining their authenticity and youth. Several pieces of thickly woven and mended protective gear included what revealed to be gloves, breastplates, a mask clutched in metal wiring like a hockey mask dragging down the the throat, a thick fluttery skirt like piece and the kimono within to mold a humanoid figure all the way down to where the ankles end, near enough to almost caress the ground. Touching the amazing silk of the legs did not regard the same safety as the arms. The two tallest sets of empty armor erected equidistant to the shortest in the middle. The quality of these thick plated non-metallic armor, besides the face mask and parts of the breastplate, each titivated different quality of abrasions. Occupied to the left of the middle near pristine armor with a few good hits modeled a negligible amount of indents. In comparison to the remaining on the right, which had recklessly taken the most beatings. None of the visibly cudgeled assaults arose as an extreme punishable injury.

"These are some crazy samurai looking gear! Long cape, head guard and everything. They scream, "Exterminate!"

Most noticeable of the armor were the enormous emblems imbedded on the skirt of the whole set. The all too familiar two tinted feather of the hawk tattooed on the overcoat of the prosecutor reflected its unmistakable mark upon the tallest and most battered protective gear. There, his name written in white respective letters, "Blackquill."

Curiosity caused her fingers to entangle within the binding of the suit. 'I can't believe this is Simon's armor!'

Further pursuit stumbled upon a crudely written word within one of the hems on the yukata. "Hayabusa." Scribbled horribly, but legible within a flap of the inner garb shielded and shrouded with the toughness and sturdiness of the near resembling samurai gear.

"Hayabusa?" Athena squinted at the obscured written message. 'I don't remember that being a particular brand in clothing…'

There was no formal stitching of this phrase, merely written on the fabric. Scuffling once more at the dark panoply of battle gear, a fluttered crumpled yellow stumbled out like a loose feather weighed rocked, bouncing tenderly away from her feet before halting entirely. Reaching for this object unveiled it to be a simple carelessly crumpled piece of small paper.

Multitudes of permanent indentations and folds became legible as the crumpling noise ceased. Skimming the small piece of paper, ripped from its source, etched in pen, concluded quickly to be a note. 'Actually, it looks more like a to-do list. He's very organized.'

An arrangement of several tasks, typical part of his days as a newly released practicing prosecutor. Her jaw dropped out of place on the date this paper had taken life. "March 1st, 2020! This is old! This was before Simon was incarcerated!"

The note continued to unravel its hidden purpose. "Check Court Record. 9:30 a.m." She erupted a bubbly laugh from her throat. 'Looks like Simon also practiced with presenting and checking the court record too!'

The defense attorney continued to skim through the sheet. 'Check Master's progress. 10:00 a.m." She terminated abruptly as the other boxes were vacant of completion. "They're checked off, but the rest is not. What could he have been doing? He probably got sidetracked or lost the note in here."

She smiled giddily with a clatter of boots hitting the floor in excitement. 'Anyway, this could be useful. This is getting added to the record!'

Returning to the note to her line of sight from the unrehearsed victory pose, she couldn't help, but swell partially saddened at the second box. 'Master's progress… He's probably talking about mom. Mom was working on the voice analysis evidence during the time for his investigation.'

The piece of evidence was stored meticulously away in a safe haven she was well aware she wouldn't possibly lose it - her pocket. Miniscule melancholic blue eyes darted at the middle protective gear. Her passage dawdling involuntarily at the shortest piece. The fluttery belt piece of the completed set affirmed the daunting hollow pressure thriving in her chest.

"Cykes…"

A hissy whimper tumbled out of her mouth helplessly, the name reflecting her own. Vacant of an occupant and their owner's presence of the Space Station and the world, stood this once worn regalia. The habiliment in the same shades of pigmentation as the former; however, this one had the body of a hawk in place of a single feather.

The searing traveled to her neck, the lump forming in her throat as she measured the suit once more. Fingers trailing over the raiment in venture of the missing link. "I know you cared… if only I knew earlier. It feels like you're here. I can feel you around this room."

Her unwavering gaze remained in place of the headpiece as the body involuntarily swiveled, searching for a possible clue, comforted knowing it once contained the caged visage of her mother. The concordant hem as the prior carried another word within the kimono. Much more legible than before, in fact, nicely. Similar to the same one written on yellow background - "Master."

The smile much more gritty and rickety, tears welling up in her eyes caused the world to become grazed and bleary. Excluding the pieces of metal reinforced with the skeletal making of the breastplate, it homed silent jubilation, cordial warmth emanating from the smooth and durable padding. Carefree of the possibility of seeming rambunctious, she savored every second holding onto this last bastion of corporeal memory. This bird knew how to fly.

Tears whiplashed from the fringing lashes, flinging them a few centimeters away from as the unfathomable amount of time had been spent on the moment. She wiped them away on her reluctant wrist, stained in salty emotion. The warm peace harvested to determination with one last appreciative salute at her mother's cool getup.

'Now it's Simon's turn!'

There lied one more piece to examine. The farthest left of them all, repetitive in style and finesse to be examined by Athena. 'This must have belonged to Simon's senior.'

Shrouded in mystery, this one oddly, did not have a name in the front. Flabbergasted, she surveyed the belt like gear to find only the emblem. This one displayed largely extended white feathered wings without a body. 'Oh no… There's no name!' Frantic hands dove to the location shared among the peers in vestments. Folding back the taller kimono sleeve in daft trepidation, the pent up breath she had inordinately held from within her lungs puffed as a relieving gasp. Shared by the same pretty manner of handwriting as both the note and the previous. "Destiny."

The overbearing joyful grin occupied most, if not all of her visage.

"I got a name!" She cried out. 'I shouldn't leave any leaf unturned.'

A brief search over the hidden armory harbored no crucial hints. "There's nothing else that sticks out in this room besides the kendo gear and shinai…" She pondered out loud the training hall. "Is this Destiny affiliated with the space crew here? They never mentioned anyone here by that name… I can't ask Mr. Cosmos. Simon said he was busy, but I think I know someone who will!"

Preparation at the ready with her second piece of borrowed evidence. "Looks like I used up the keycard…" She wavered the surprisingly slim upgraded remote control decorated with several auspicious keys and buttons. "Now I have to go see Ponco and Clonco."

Despite the idea of how the large metallic walls that divided the hallway from the secretive hospitable rooms of where home once was, they sundered silently and evenly into the crevices of safe passage. Her orange hair and head dangled from the edge vertically as a peeking moon off the horizon, scanning for her conspirator to be absent. As the coast was as clear as day, the repetitive woosh of the card secured and sealed the room. The remaining notion of any sort of visitor had entered subsequent of Simon could simply be dusted off as unwanted litter.

The deeper caverns of this enormous Space Station had entertained the fact that is was a maze. Fortunately, she had not entirely forgotten the way around the locale when she clandestinely followed the prosecutor. The public signs sprung into view when the indefinite signal she had made the venture successful. However, locating the robots was another obstacle. Their Powerless metallic bodies currently resided on the other side of the bridge and Space Station.

'Bumping into Simon on the way there might make him think why I haven't left yet. Looks like I'm going to have to hit the Jackal Switch!'

"Slow and steady!"

"Widget, you're not helping."

Numerous occupants surrounded her in the sea of people. Several groups and crowds of guests, visitors and tourists blanketed her quite well as they photographed and recorded displays, holographic models, working staff robots and even the large memorial. This may come at a cost of the chances of hiding the prosecutor as well. Luckily, with quick searches and no seizures, none with heads or bodies resembled the twisted samurai in the Gyaxa center. The center plaza connecting to the intersection of crossed elevated bridges happily came into view. For a place that had numerous crime scenes, sabotage and a bomb threat; he was surprised people would tread on such a volatile and danger prone place. Then again, most of the populace tend to find the such places an attraction. Her mid stride died in cobblestone as black and white occupied a spot. The unmoving boulder imbedded in place as the sea of people brushed by without offering a second glance.

'What are the odds?!' She screamed to herself. 'I could take the elevator, but people can barely fit in there!'

The time for improvisation was now. Her obvious attempts of sneaking would be well if not for the loud noises and on lookers. Brushing it off her shoulders, she continued as long as no roving eyes belonged to the prosecutor currently in the opposite direction of the bridge. Her yellow blazer practically removed the tedious task for the several robots of cleaning the transparent glass of the walkway. Jumpy shimmies finished in a relieving sigh as she peered over her shoulders once more. A muted twisted samurai leaned his body over the silver railing inches away from the glass of the outside world. Though his gray steely eyes did not pay refuge to the bright day and green plains of the garden and architectural beauty of the landscape. Hard to view from her distance, dark leathery petals currently wedged between his pale digits, twirling from the base where he latched onto. Deep indigo blue propellers twirling sadly as their grey counterparts.

She could speculate he was buried deep in his brain despite the loud clattering and amalgamation of outcries and bellows into an inaudible calamity of letters of the audience surrounding the plaza. Before he would offer a chance to swerve his head, she was long gone.

'You won't be like that for too long, Simon.'

Her scampering landed at the lifeless limbs of the robots from earlier. Aura's inventions currently grey faced in deactivation. Without glancing, her hand dove into a lemon pocket, extracting the remote that had caused their current condition. Their coordinated signals appeared to have been left at default, otherwise the other inhabiting robots would have been deactivated as well. Unless the other robots had a separate set of remotes. Clonco and Ponco were relatively unique even among their robotic siblings currently roving around the space center.

"Let's see if we can get these guys ticking again." Her fingers tickled the air before pressing the 'On' switch.

A streak of blue lightning shot through each of their screens simultaneously before broadening across the entirety of their domed heads. The green and orange robotic companions regained actions over their limbs as the visage of the all too familiar lawyer came into perspective.

"Athena!" They both cried out ecstatic.

She offered them a smile, "you guys okay?"

"What happened?" Ponco piqued. "One moment I was speaking the next - power down."

"Battery levels are the same. There was no need for a recharge." The green robot added.

"No." Athena stammered. "Simon turned both of you off."

The flash of red erupted swiftly onto the orange bot's head, limbs flailing madly. "Why is he so mean?! All we wanted to do was help!"

"You can do it now." She intervened before she humored one of the robot's limbs will go flying. "He's not here right now, but we got to act quick before he comes back."

"Okay." They both stilled, waiting for commands.

'Hmm… I wonder how I should start this…' She grabbed her chin in ponderance. "Simon said he had a senior, do you guys have any memory of that?"

"...hmmm…" The robots swerved simultaneously in place. Their processors worked meticulously through years and years of storage memory. "Nothing comes up when recollecting. Is there a name? We can process through any registrar of personnel through the years of Gyaxa."

"I do believe I have a name." The recommendation had the yellow attorney whirling. "Does the name Destiny ring a bell?"

"Checking…" They retried once more.

Athena bit her lip, hoping some sort of link could be interchanged between these robots. Their hypnotic swivel nearly enticing her established inflamed enthusiasm by their prolonged rotating exercise. The swayed behavior did not wither in tenacity as they delivered the news, "that name doesn't appear in our database."

"What?!" She bellowed. "Seriously?"

Her racket causing them to glow yellow. "We are!"

"Uhh! And I had go stealth mode just getting that info." She slumped sadly to herself.

'Is it too much to ask to throw me a bone here?!' She sighed. 'Perhaps it's more like a term or nickname… I mean Simon's suit had the name Hayabusa and my mom had Master. That means whoever that suit belonged too is still out of reach!'

"We can check our memory." Clonco interjected, "but we need a specific time and date to recollect."

Athena arose from her tiny pity party. "There's no way you can just search through your memory in general?"

"We could, but…" Ponco mentioned. "The task would be tedious. There's lots of time to elapse."

"Uh…" She moped. "I can be here watching for days of you guys just roving the space station…"

She groaned haphazardly to herself. 'I got nothing! No leads! Nada! Neit! Squat! Simon's going to be sad forever and I can't do a thing about it! And-'

"Hold it…!" She yelled, violently throwing her face into the robot's line of sights. "You said you guys needed a specific time?!"

"Yes."

"And date."

Their happy faces contrasted her stun devoured complexion. Irresolutely drifting towards her lemony pocket, the rough edged crumple of folded paper slid from within. The roughly textured crumples gliding past her fingers as she dubiously unveiled it as the coming announcement of a last testament. The robots blurred and integrated with the background as forlorn blues focused once more at the uncompleted listing. The date mocked and razzed her of the time that had transpired a decade ago. Hitched tightly, she dropped her gaze to the times of where the once objective scheduled had ceased.

'It's a large stretch… it's worth a shot. It's all I have left anyway...'

The robots eagerly awaited for the yellow attorney to her travel back to the past. "Can you two see if you can tell me about the day of March 1st, 2020?"

"Okay!" Clonco swirled.

"What time?"

"…" Roving over the conveyor belt of tasks, she repeated the first unchecked item on the list. "Try around 10:00 a.m."

"Yay!"

The internal whirls and electrical impulses brought the amalgamous signals deep within the advanced hard drive within their ware.

"Wow!" Ponco broke. "This was the date where the HAT-1 Team photograph was taken!"

"You're kidding me?!" Athena broke.

"This was a special day!" Clonco informed. "So special we managed to record the whole day for commemoration!"

Balled fists met her cheeks, "guys! This is just great!"

'Not only do I get a recount of the day, but I can see it myself!'

Ponco managed to retreat the gleefully default face affixed to her programming. The glass dome flickered to the very entrance of Gyaxa.

'I can't believe I'm seeing the place ten years ago!'

Most of the screen had remained crystal clear except for the top right corner, oddly obscured. The land pulled in as the robot roved into the distance of smooth modeled concrete. A group had set up shop at one of the launchpads of the newly modeled Gyaxa station. Standing at the base between the middle and Space Center itself had several pieces of erected camera equipment. Besides it occupied several men in navy blue uniform coats.

"There's Yuri, Starbuck, and… Clay!" Energy manumitted abundantly from excitement. Starbuck had plenty more hair at the time: bushy, red, and most of all lively like the team player besides him. The space cadets insistently pointed at the brand new rocket connected diagonally at an angle across the large building bridged and planted to the enormous rotary system embedded within the ground. Yuri had formed a square with his gloved white digits like the director he was to perfectly angle his crew and align the grandiose rocket as an exploitative galactic background on the brink of future voyage of blackened starry space.

Athena felt the world slow gradually in a drunken slosh as she saw Aura, a grin wide on her face in her lab coat coming from the Space Center.

'She actually looks genuinely happy.'

Besides her was a woman, currently shrouded in the mimicked navy blue Gyaxa uniform as the others haphazardly thrown over her shoulders like an enchanted shawl over the labcoat of her profession. Her yellow long kimono ceased at her ankles, allow the socked sandals to stride with ease over the terrain.

"M-mom…" Trembling fingers reached to the dome, vainly attempting to touch the once silent but living being. Her quivering lip rasped several times along the gloved hand currently holding in a sob begging to be released. The psychologist's smile cordial and full of peace as she held her blue obi..

"I did it." Her voice muffled and watery. "I became a lawyer and studied analytical psychology. I know you can't hear me… but, I know somewhere you are proud…"

As the team had slowly assembled jointly within the field another set of legs came into view from the corner. Though the screen remained stagnant at the team, the stride closed in on proximity. Dr. Cykes turned in appreciation while Aura offered a side grimace as she turned her head back towards the team. As Ponco closed in, Aura caught a glimpse.

"Come here you hunk of metal!" She chided cheerfully.

"Yes, Mama." The robot chimed as happy green emoticon was born at the corner of the screen.

"We need one of the robots to have in the picture for the HAT-1 team and I am picking you." She derided, "you're the least glitchy."

"Yay!"

The view to Metis was impeccable. So close and life-like that Athena can nearly touch it. She was speaking with someone, pacified and quietly.

'Who is that?'

Athena's excitement grew when the figures came to view. Long dark pants covering shoes, a lab coat like Metis on their persona. Another was the long leg black boots that only could belong to the twisted samurai.

'That's Simon alright, but who's next to him?'

Their visages ready to be unraveled as the robot made her destination.

'Could this be Simon's senior?!'

She eagerly awaited as the camera came into view. The camera slowly roving over the mystery figures body until it ceased. The dark right corner blocking their face.

"What?! Why can't I see!" She shouted impulsively through her lips.

"I think it was the bandage that you put on when you tried to fix me. It got in the way of recording." The robot neutrally informed.

"Darn it! I guess I have myself to blame for that!" She cursed.

They conversed a few more moments before dispersing. The woman leaving with Blackquill as the rest prepared to take a photo.

"You guys can't figure out who that is?!"

"No." Ponco ceased the footage back to her original smile. "We cannot scan unless they have a registered ID. This person is registered as a visiting guest."

An anguished groan fluttered through her lips in a pout, nearly feeling her hope simmer.

"I believe I can." Clonco spoke up.

Athena shot non threatening daggers at the green robot. "You can?!"

"Yes. I was in charge for watching you for the day as we awaited a guest."

"Was it the same guest?!"

"Yes. Dr. Cykes said the guest was a doctor from the university who would be visiting. She said this doctor was very trustworthy and knew her for years."

"Bingo!" Her bellow ricocheted madly off the walls. "Simon said I used to be watched over by some people… and that one used to be his senior!"

'It's still a bit of a far stretch to assume… I should dig a little more!'

"Clonco…" She pointed exuberantly, "do your stuff!"

"Okay!"

The robot retreated its face, a glitchy static screen had trouble shooting the footage.

"Oh no… what's going on?'

"I-i-i-it's beeeeeeen a while since reco-o-o-o-o-rding." The bot twitched and quirked the metallic limbs several moments..

"C'mon, Clonco!" She stammered triumphantly, "you can do it!"

The spasm ceased as the clank of metal jumbled the floor into a dying whirr. The screen devoid of color as her face reflected off it. Her reflection contorted in inflamed as her assistant guide burned out.

An impetuous emotional claps found itself on a football head, shaking the robot harshly. Wacks and clanks rebounded several moments within the robot as trembling hands clenched on tightly. She spat at her aggravated expression, "We were so close!"

Her grip relinquished the lifeless robot. Her direction onto the cold gray clean floor in between them. 'Just when I was about to figure out what's wrong with Simon…'

"I'm sorry…" She turned. "I'm going to have to find some sort of connection some other way…"

'I still don't have a name…' She sighed, exchanging to Ponco.

"I think I know a way to get him up again, but…" The robot interrupted. "I can't use it."

"What do you have in mind?" Athena's flustered expression flying off her face.

"Mama's tool gun." The robot named.

Her eyes thrived to the size of saucers. "Aura's weird zapper. What am I going to do with that?!"

"This would normally reboot Clonco in case something like this happens." The robot educated. "Though, I'm afraid that if I used it, I would receive the same system shock."

"Okay…" She roused dubiously.

That oddly shaped contraption in the form of a gun would definitely cause a reaction in the robots, but what she had remembered a year ago. Not all outcomes were entirely pleasant. Either acting as a defibrillator for the mechanical bodies or a warping machine to activate a bloodthirsty rampage to kidnapping people. Hopefully it would not be the latter.

"Where is it?" Athena quickly conceded.

"In the lab." The pronged claw poked to the direction behind.

The lab doors met her, more than willing to allow her to enter.

"At least I don't have to sneak by Simon again…" She remarked, "convenience at its finest."

After patiently waiting for the lawyer to return from her tedious frisk and search of Aura's lab for that bizarre and ironic tool for fixing rather than shooting lasers, which in some sort of technicality does, founds its way into the reluctant hands of the lawyer. She eyed the device as if it would bite her.

"Got it. Now what?"

"Give him a jolt." Ponco instructed.

"To the noggin?" She nervously point the ray gun to the floor.

"That's what Mama does anyway." The robot swerved.

"Get ready to work again, Clonco!" She muttered, "I hope…"

Shakily in her grip, her interlaced fingers on the handle and one on the trigger, she focused one eye as her tongue poked from the corner on the directory. "Here goes nothing!"

The trigger pulled back, sending the hammer of electrical shocks to run rampant across the mechanical veins of the catatonic rover.

"Ay-ya-ya-ya-yah!" The robot screeched in shock.

The acid trip of emotions cycled several times before properly operating.

"Good morning!"

Athena wearily sighed with relief, believing she had nearly fried the bot despite seeing it withstand shockwaves before. "Are you working, right?"

The screen blanked once more to her dismay, nearly dropping the weapon like tool in hand. "Well… it was worth a shot… hehe…"

Static once more occupied the screen, rolling backwards several more seconds before showing a hallway.

"What?!" Her jaw dropped.

"Yes!"

The silent travel towards the outside was shown as light traveled through the glass doors. "It's cool how Yuri had the japanese cultural displays along with the space station exhibit."

The robot traveled outside, twisting on its wheels as it head out to a sort of picnic area. Two small figures currently on the petite table closest to the ground. As the figures swelled in size by the decreasing distance Athena tossed her hands into her face as Clonco greeted them.

"Oh!" She squealed to herself, "I was so small."

Her older self able to see her near baby faced look in yellow and pink, actually outside of the Space Center. Those familiar large pinkish sets on her ears. "Those giant clunky things! People would ask if I could get reception from Alaska with those…"

The robot turned once more as the longe sectioned limbs dropped several utensils such as markers and papers, some even bandages and tape, on the ivory bench.

"Junie!" She screamed.

Her tiny hazel braided pigtails rested at the sides of her ears. Her emergency tissue box and small bottle of medicine resided near her elbow as she scavenged the material and swiftly passing it over her eight year old friend.

"Why do you need more bandages, 'Thena?" The voice slightly raspy from possible allergies, but more than identifiable to belong rightfully to its owner.

"Because. I heard Aura needs Ponco to be in her best shape for today." She quickly darted her analytical eyes over the tape end to gain a well gripped scratch on the wrappings. "I need to make sure all the scratches are fixed. Can you pass me the marker?"

"Oh…" Junie scanned the table for the closest and newest brandish ink marker. "Here you go."

"Thanks Junie." She heard her voice mingled softly along with her own younger self.

'You would make me feel special whenever the robots weren't around or anyone else...'

"Hurry up, Junie! Ponco needs our help."

"R-right!"

Their four feet tread dust as they scurried off screen, entering the Space Center. Clonco remained, watching their belonging as he awaited their return. Athena exchanged back to Ponco, where her face had exhibited Dr. Cykes and Aura Blackquill once more. A large green emoticon on the top corner.

"Ponco!" The voice far drifted.

A complete one eighty had an orange haired petite girl eager with a roll of bandages. The other was still scampering across the terrace.

"How is your head?"

"It no longer hurts, Athena." The robot chimed. "Mama fixed me up very well for today."

"We have to make sure!" The girl announced determined. "I brought extra for your arm."

"I really don't think-"

Aura was caught off by a hand. Metis simply shook her head with a soft smile.

Before the robot had the chance to prepare itself, the arm was already mummified, along with several more loops and knots around its dome. The girl with the odd oversized headphones admired her craftsmanship, reveling on her handiwork that she had seen her mother do at times.

"Now we just have to make them pretty." She smiled. "Junie?"

"One marker, coming up!"

"Lemme draw another face." She squeezed through her lips as she huddled over the slightly taller robot. The black cap met her teeth in a withholding grip, allowing the onyx utensil its usage. Her face distorted in full concentration, tracing, etching and sketching the art on the absorbent bandages. Junie laughed. Aura puckered unamused while Dr. Cykes watched tacitly. The squeak of the marker trickled towards the screen as the overshadow passed over the happy emoticon.

"Oops…"

She gingerly removed the offending smudge with a rub of her sleeve.

"There!"

"Run along, you two." Aura beckoned down pompously. "The team is busy. You can come back later and pick up Ponco."

Without further objections, Clonco followed pursuit of the younger girls running back to their spot. Their destination bountiful to their creative minds set up shop as they awaited for Ponco. Clonco remained planted to the ground, spectating as markers tread over their tabula rasa. Junie would stagnate along edged browns are descriptive greens and scant colors of flowers on her drawings as a sniff muttered from her at intervals at a time. Athena's palette attained strong vibrant colors, intermingling heavily as dominant spectrums remained on outer corners as the dilution combined in amalgam upon the middle.

"Thena?"

Athena perked one side of her headset up as she listened, "yes, Junie?"

"When are you ever going to get rid of those things?"

"I don't know Junie… Mama won't tell me. She says it's for my own good."

"But they don't look comfy."

"No…" She drawled, scratching her head where the indentations in her hair were creased from the heavy pink sets. "And they make this weird sound. I don't like it at all."

"I haven't seen you in school lately."

"I can't go, Junie."

"Why not?"

"It hurts my head. And my ears. It's too loud and all the kids point at this!"

"But you can't just leave school."

"I wanted to take it off, but Mama won't let me!"

The black marker scribbled holes into the colorful drawing.

"I think… Mama hates me…"

"Don't say that!"

"What else can it be…? She won't tell me. She keeps it on my head. I don't like it. I tell her, but…"

Wobbly liquids curved into her eyes as she continued drawing holes, "she won't listen."

The blue emoticon popped out onto the corner of the screen. "Athena, are you sad?"

"No, Clonco." She sniffed and wiped on her sleeve, "I'm okay…"

Junie could exchange the towelette of her own supply, watching as her friend emptied herself onto the disposable napkin.

"My moms sometimes keeps me out of school because I get sick a lot."

"Huh?" Athena turned her wet complexion to her friend, drying herself once more.

"It's why I don't come to school sometimes." She suggested, "maybe it might be because you're sick."

"That's weird. If I was sick, I would need some medicine of something or some band aid."

"Maybe…" The younger girl could only look to the side, thinking. "You have a different kind of sickness. Maybe… this thing is like a band aid."

"For my head?" She reached for the extension of antennas, "...the headaches do go away sometimes, but they still hurt… but when will I ever get rid of it? When will I ever get better?" She slumped on her work.

"I can't give myself a hug!" Athena begged to the skies as she saw her younger self being cradled behind recorded glass.

Fidgets began to erupt as the robot blackened its screen.

Athena squinted with pinkish eyes as she pointed the laser sideways, "if you do not start working again, I'm going to zap you!"

The spasms seized up the bot as the screen flickered back to life.

"Simon!"

Younger, patch of white and large ponytail absent from descending his overcoat. Simon's fom to increased in the distance. Reaching the entrance, the robot swerved on its wheels, humming as its unhurried speed allowed. Next to him, a woman. Elongated brown hazel hair sprout vibrantly from her head down to scale her back. Affectionate hazel eyes bright with a warm smile greeted the younger prosecutor. A fast darting yellow figure crossed into the robot's path, flicking orange streaming behind. The speaker finally receiving an audible feedback. They both were caught off guard, as the jumpy child ascended her own intervention. The two titans eyeing her form as the robot caught up.

"A scientist stays objective - we can not be ruled by emotion."

The words drooped confidently with a smile from the mature woman. Not a spec of doubt or a single shred of emotion stormed on screen. Her younger self removed her goggles entirely, concentrating heavily on this older woman as she bobbed her head upwards.

"Then why do you sound so sad?"

The smile did not falter from her face nor did she answer her the eight year old.

"Athena!"

Her hairs stood on end as the prickly feeling of cactus thorns when the shrieked bellowed loudly against her ears. She turned in a defensive cringe as she met the prosecutor. His death promising glare homing in like a heat seeking missile.

"I find myself foolishly walking back to the private quarter and discover that a thief had somehow whisked the card from under my nose. It's nearly insulting when this is not the first time that this has occurred. I know you have it!"

"Who is your Senior, Simon?" She gave off one last offer before she could finalize her action.

The crinkles underneath his eyes multiplied as his grimaced morphed to a seething scowl.

"That's none of your business." He approached, "now hand me the keycard. I also know you have my sister's kill switch. I guarantee it would be of permanent use!"

Athena shook her head defiantly, "we're going to figure out what's wrong with you, Simon. What's causing all that discord I hear."

Her answer fell on muted response. Monita slipped into her rocky hands before being pressed. The screen brought back to life as the swirling emotions she had worked with time and time again blanketed her view.

"Let's update this little guy," she cooed, bent on cracking open with some good new fashioned analytical psychology.

"You waste your time." Simon snarked with a smirk. "Such information could only be gained years ago."

"I doubt that very much." She reflected his stance.

"Way ahead of you!"

"That's right, Monita!"

The statements made earlier along with confidential evidence integrated as a holographic projection.

"You said you once had a Senior and this person would practice along with Mom." She chided viewing the yellow and green emotions boom, "interesting, hmm?"

He threw off her comment like an obnoxious fly.

"Your Senior was also one to watch me. You said they were higher in certain arts than Mom was. They worked together. Why would they work together?"

He entertained himself to her feeble attempts of trying to string together a blanket by using a toothpick as a needle.

"Few other colleagues." She typed in. "Wouldn't that mean, this person was also a doctor?"

The turmoil of waves ceased to spike; however, the crests and troughs were still off sync. 'That seems consistent.'

He kept his condescending smile glued above his chin where his callous fingers. The attempt failed to obscure the glint of a single drop to disperse from his forehead and diffuse onto the crevice of his palm.

"This person was a doctor. Whenever Mom wasn't around, you said your Senior would help you understand. Understand what exactly?" She eyed him discreetly.

"You're case is a thin as pleated ice." He warned.

"Mom was a person of little words, you said." She continued.

'If he's going to be like that, I'm going to have to work around it…'

"She kept to her experiments, a trait similarly shared by your Senior. She would help you understand…"

The familiar kaleidoscope of colors flashing ferociously upon the now overshadowed screen of sea blue. That one impeccable source where it all delved deeply and emitted with raw emotion.

"Me."

His well tempered stoicism refused to acknowledge her hammering.

"This person was a doctor who worked with Mom to help me."

Despite all the consistency, it still did not resolve the tempest within. 'So what could possibly be causing all this discord with Simon?'

"Please continue to stab the water." He laughed, "it solves nothing."

'Don't worry, you're going to be feeling something soon…'

She recollected, willing to present the evidence she gathered from Clonco's testimony before his technical mishap.

"Does the name Destiny ring a bell?"

"!" Athena would never had fathomed the idea or possibility how Simon's presently tinted pale face enter the lighter shades of the spectrum as if a sword skewered him through the sternum.

"Gngh!"

He growled. "How did you-?" He caught his breath, heaving the labored breath. "You did intrude…"

If his jaw was any more set, she'd humor his teeth would crack under the pressure. "I should have never brought you here!"

"There's a reason why you did." The yellow attorney quelled. "You knew it, but you backed up on the idea. The heart never lies."

"Are you aware that using stolen evidence considers them null?" He tempered himself fully, despite the rainfall downpouring and accumulating at the end of his chin.

"...!"

"This isn't court!" She galvanized, crossing her arms, "And besides… I found this evidence around these little gadgets, not the evidence itself.

"Then I'll be taking what was once stolen!"

His arm cut the air swiftly. The swooping shadow took flight, aiming claws swooping and beak plucking at once belonged to his companion.

"OH!"

The gadget and card falling back in pale fingers of the prosecutor.

She recoiled, seeing Simon's prized possessions return. "Even if you do take them back, I still have a new lead!"

"You're lead is as sharp as a stone sword, but by all means." He simpered. "Don't hold back."

"Squawk."

The attorneys loomed over to the announcement as the clinks of glass accompanied the choir. Unsheathed claws rested on top of a metal dome, pecking softly at the screen of Clonco's unresponsive body.

"Squawk."

"That's crazy!"

"Wow!" Monita yelped.

The similar dissonance came from the high pitched bleak caws of the hawk.

"Taka. Are you trying to say something?!"

A spastic attack had Clonco darting towards the prosecutor. Flailing metallic arms thudding meaningless thrashing pats on the samurais chest. Steel ripped eyes stagnant and frozen by the visage Taka now stood upon.

"You set fire to me, Mitsuhide?"

Athena could visibly see the tinted shades of wicked sweat on his collar. The bird glaring back at him with yellows darts.

"She is your Senior, isn't she?" Athena interrupted the silent stare down of the century.

"..." He threw down the flailing arms to a halt.

Athena looked back at her screen oddly. Crowded with fish and hearts. Green flashed happily with a tinted blue creeping darkly.

"... that's weird." Athena gushed at the brown hawk. "But you were spoiled so, weren't you?"

"Squawk!"

"There's nothing to solve here. Nothing to gain."

"That's where you're wrong, Simon." She deposed, "I don't remember this person, but there is something that even Taka wants you to let out. This happened many years ago, but there is something that is bothering me…"

Widget absorbed every single tidbit it could from the prosecutor's debauched heart that it could squeeze.

"If your Senior worked with Mom and helped you understand me, then… where was she during UR-1? Where was she during your trial?!"

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

The emotions skyrocketed once more, fiercely in explosive mortar fire.

"You'll pay…!" He growled through his teeth.

She shook her head, "I just remember my objective to help you out of your conviction. I know you didn't do it. There are remnants still leftover of the past that bother you…"

"Now it's time to dig it up and face it head on!"

Her objection finger erected towards his direction with mounted confidence before and now.

'Even if you do refuse my help, I will still try.'

"I have a name and I have a mugshot of this person." She receded. "My new lead was that Clonco told me that this doctor worked at a university. The closest prominent university in the city with doctors is Ivy University. My search will start there!"

Her glove saved the recorded typhoon of Simon's heart before receding back around her neck like a presage. Her stride landed towards Simon's faithful companion.

"I wonder if I should bring Taka…" She gimmicked, pressing her hands to her knees to reach eye level with the side glancing bird. "Do you want to help me find Destiny?"

"SQUAWK!"

'Looks like I got an investigative partner to help me pinpoint who I'm looking for.'

"It's still early. And it's near lunch time. I bet I can find someone even faster at this time." She smiled. "Let's go."

Simon's felt the muscle slack at the jaw when talons released the metal dome and flew towards Athena's direction. Her walk grew in direction and will to venture despite what may happen.

"I wonder if I should walk there or call a cab?" She thought as she reached the exit. "Or I could take the bus, it's not packed."

"Athena…"

She stopped, the corners of her mouth quivering delightfully upon his low tone. The giddy tingle touching her fingers when she felt his shadow linger close. Refusing to break her facade, she remained unturned, "yes?"

Her highly perceptive ears could hear the wee gush of water flash down his gullet. "Don't go… It's a mistake."

"I'm going to have to object to your request. This is going to gnaw at you and if you don't get rid of it; that whole head of hair you have is going to turn white! Instead of a panda, you're going to be a polar bear!"

"Bah… Don't push your luck!" He stirred, "I'll tell you about my senior…"

"Really?!" She bursted.

"Yes…"

"YES!"

'I immediately regret this…'


Author notes:

Purple Hooded Angel:

It's great to have a new reader on here. Thank you so much! And the story, I've read it in one day! It's great and I can't wait for more. It might help me with some inspiration on this one!

JordanPhoenix:

You're always great with feedback! Thank you! You've been with me since the beginning and that means alot.