Canis gazed out the window of his compartment, out at Linus, his home planet. He glanced over the crowd for any sense of familiarity where- he knew- he would not find one. There were many people, young and old, some giving their departing
beloved blessings of safe travels, others just arriving and a few waiting for the next train to dock. He was looking over the crowd for the faces that he could not find, would not find. Although he took no joy in looking for them, he sought them out... Even though he knew he would find nothing. The Mimic couldn't stop himself from wondering… what would life have been like if he had family, friends like that? Parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings… all wishing him good luck and good traveling. Telling him to keep in touch, that they loved him.
But no. He had- He suf- No. Canis was not going to think of that now. He hated to admit it. Sometimes the mind wanders, is all.
No one outside on the pier caught his trained eye. The Mimic turned away and scuffed in bitter boredom. Even though he would never say it- he was anxious. What awaited him in the far corners of space? He was alone, left on the end of his longest leash yet. Never before had he been given so much freedom. It came with a catch of course- Canis had learned early on everything came with a catch- but it made him giddy. It scared him. It lifted his spirits and the burden on his shoulders with sheer and utter relief.
He was finally leaving. So close to a new life and a new beginning.
And yet so far. He tried not to think about it.
The Mimic had just about given up on a quick, on-time departure when a woman's voice- just a tad synthetic, either a Machineman or computer generated- rang out over the station's intercoms.
"Attention please, passengers taking the Galaxy Express 999 departing at 1:45 Linus-Standard are asked to make their way to Pier 23, this is the last boarding call. I repeat, passengers of the 999 bound for Tobito are asked to please go to Pier 23. Last call."
A minute or so later, the train shuddered. Steam twisted up from below the engine. A low whistle sounded, announcing the Express' eminent departure.
Nervous excitement made the Mimic's dual hearts thud in a rapid, alternating rhythm.
They were pulling out of the station! Safety precautions and the conductor's announcements about arrival times flew right over his head and instead, he riffled through his backpack to check over his gear and supplies once more.
Snacks, yes. Two gallons of water? Indeed. Wallet, comm, Space Defense Force cadet ID and recruitment papers? Yes.. Ticket…
His eyes widened in alarm. Canis flipped through his Tobito travel guide, searching in vain for his ticket. Where could it be?! The Mimic groaned and leaned back to hit his head on the backrest of his bench. Damnit. There was no way HE was going to let Canis live this down.
He went to ruffle his hair with a hand, only to realize he was holding the ticket.
Ah. The male let out a shaky breath, chuckling.
In his slight panic, Canis had forgotten all about the departure- only to be rudely reminded when the whole car lurched forward, steadily gaining speed until the train started ascending the steep take-off ramp. He had been sitting back to the engine, and was quickly pitched head-first at the bench in front of his own, landing in a mess of limbs and pinned to spot as the locomotive sped into the sky. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and with another great lurch- they were airborne. A long, low whistle followed the feat. Canis sprung to the window and shoved his face against the glass, watching as the city shrunk from tiny to minuscule- as the island state became nothing but a speck. With a sensation he could not describe, he watched his planet become nothing but a blur of dazzling lavender oceans and bright green jungles.
He plopped into his seat, eyes wide, stupid grin plastered on his face.
So long, Linus.
He couldn't really say he would miss it all that much.
~.~.~.~
Canis gazed at his ticket, fond memories of the years following his first departure floating around his mind. Sure, the golden piece of cardstock was a tad more wrinkled, there were a few small rips here and there, but it was still as magnificent as the day he got it.
Galaxy Express 999 - ticket #374 - Issued 17.03.3043 Std-G
Joplin Station - Pier 23 - 1:30 Linus-Std Time
Passenger: Canis L.L.L Familion
Direct recruit - Cadet Class
Destination: SDF HQ, Tobito, Green Tea S-S, qd.234, Nautilus Galaxy
ETA: 19.03.3043 Std-G
A small grin formed on Canis' face. They had named a galaxy after an alien cousin of his. Nautilus… Running his fingers over the creases absentmindedly, his gaze wandered to the monitors at his station. They were connected to various surveillance cameras outside the train, as a safety precaution. Nothing was out there, not today. Only vast expenses of nebulous black and white sprinkles of stars. No planets to be seen for a while yet.
He was leaving home once more…. And this time, there was no joy or exuberance. Only an iron weight in his heart, a sense of dread and loneliness that overcame him.
He was betraying them.
He would be alone, again.
Canis was on a different train this time. Surrounded by his SDF team, a group of people he had learned to love and trust- whom he had fought beside and bled with- but he was leaving them. They understood, but Canis knew the announcement of his imminent departure had ruffled them, and immediately after having told them he had left the room. The Mimic hadn't been able to bare their crestfallen gazes.
He was young yet- he supposed one day he would be free to do as he pleased. Canis was certain that- one day- he would see his Jester Platoon once more. He knew that if he ever did come back, they would welcome back their Rookie with open arms… Jaylin would pummel him before hugging him and never letting go, Ezio would grab him and noogie the life out of him, Joseph would hold off to the side and shake his hand, welcoming him back to the crew. And finally, his Captain would smirk devilishly, eyes glinting and make him clean out the bathroom with his own toothbrush. Caringly, of course.
Canis almost burst out in tears right then and there.
Instead he checked his comm, searching for a message from his- so called- master, terrified of what was to come. He was so tired. The Mimic would be without his team, his Jesters. Canis L.L.L. Famillion, for the first time in 4 years, would be alone. He didn't want to go. He couldn't leave, not now, not yet… He shouldn't go. But what would happen to them if he stayed?
Memories of that one horrible battle- the Jester's (and by extension the whole SDF's) trial by fire- floated to the surface. Screams, canon fire, the iron tang of blood… too much blood in the stale train air. The smell burned his nose even now, years later.
What would happen to them….? Canis body shook slightly. Would they be alright? Would they get wounded or hurt? Or what if someone got killed? What if HE killed them? Used them as an example for his unruly mongrel.
Canis bit his tongue, the heels of his SDF-standard boots tapped anxiously against the floor, lost in thoughts that chased themselves around his head. A hand clamped around his shoulder, startling him so badly that he morphed a quarter of a way back to his true form before realizing what had happened. The Mimic- shifted back to his human skin- swiveled to the side, eyes still wide and frown meeting the concerned face of Joseph, seated at his own station to Canis' left. The slightly older man's eyebrows were furrowed, lips quirked in a half smile. He was relaxed but attentive, blue eyes showing worry.
"Canis b'y. Why the long face?"
Another chimed up, Ezio, whose station was across from Joe's, turned around to look at Canis. "Yeh man. You've been real deflated lately."
The Mimic sighed, looking back and forth between his two teammates. To the right of Ezio, Jaylin- the girl and mother hen of the group- turned around to hear what he would say. She looked even more concerned than Joe. The urge to cry resurfaced, he wanted to chuckle their worries away and deflect like he usually did. He chose the later.
At the head of the engine- even if he hadn't moved- Canis knew their Captain had started listening in.
"What are you going on about, I'm fine! It's just the view is distracting me..."
That was terribly unconvincing, but he tried nonetheless to beam one of his full-toothed grins at his family. It didn't reach his eyes.
His crewmates looked at him with varying degrees of deadpan. They knew him too well, far too well, and they knew he was full of bull shit. "It's this weird set of orders, isn't it?" Jaylin huffed, crossing her arms and squaring her shoulders. "Who does your dad think he is? Sending you off on this damn diplomatic shit, alone."
Canis winced. He had hoped they wouldn't be too irked by it all, but obviously he was wrong.
"What's down on Heavy Melder anyway?" Ezio complains, arms going up to rest behind his head as a cushion. "Last I heard it was a shitty desert planet where people would rather slit your throat and steal your crap then look at you! Talk about some 'diplomatic mission'. Plus we're dropping you off in the middle of fucking nowhere."
Joe didn't say anything, but he was nodding in agreement. Canis whined, shoulders sagging.
"Come on guys… don't make this harder. Du-Dad's the president of Linus. I'm his son in the SDF… If He wants me to meet Him here, without you guys..." He looked down, picking at the belt buckle on his uniform.
"Atspish." Growled the figure in the shadows of the front of the engine. Two glowing green eyes and a snarling scowl of sharp, white teeth- the only things visible to the others in the relatively lighter side of the engine- marked where their captain stood now. The man himself stepped out of the shadows a moment later, annoyed like the rest of them, if not more-so.
"Do you know how full o' shite tha' is?" Captain Ethan A. Skwells ground out, smooth baritone ringing clearly in the air. Puzzling over his accent was useless, but it always made the young lieutenant curious. Canis picked wondering about it again over meeting the Captain's piercing dual-shaded gaze.
"Well, yeh, duh…" The Captain's eyes narrowed at Canis, who sent him a lazy- if forced to resemble so- grin. The Mimic turned back to his station, tapping a few commands and changing the monitors around to show the other side of the train. Just to occupy his hands- they couldn't say anything he was obligated to do it every half hour.
"Look guys… it's only temporary! I'll be back to Jester Platoon, to Casino Royale! I doubt this she-bitch of an engine could run without me…" The Mimic said after a moment, wishing he could believe himself. The humor was forced and fell flat.
"You better be back." Jaylin huffed, sending Ethan A Look. Joe slapped Canis on the shoulder a few times before turning back to his own station, Ezio getting a quick hiss from Cpt. Skwells when he caught the other man trying to swig from a bottle of wine. The bottle was confiscated, and the Captain slunk back to the command center bathed in shadows. Canis caught sight of Ezio grabbing a flask from inside his jacket and sighed, shaking his head with a small, sad smile.
Damn, he would miss these idiots…
~.~.~.~
Normally a Galaxy Railway train needed a ramp, tracks and a dock to land safely. They weren't designed for anything else, because landing without such equipment to act as guides could prove disastrous. Especially when an engine decreased power from space-travel (sometimes even FTL travel) to atmosphere-appropriate, coming into the ramp. The speeds between both were incredible, and most GR trains needed a little extra help with it.
Not an SDF train. They were designed and purpose built to endure much, much more than a standard civilian space train. Not only could they navigate space without the help of the "space tracks", they could also land wherever and whenever needed, as necessary without the help of a ramp. It took skill and a very good team to pull off correctly, and most platoons usually had a ramp and dock anyway. So, the rough-it-out air-to-ground approach was good to know and practice often, but only needed every so often. Because usually, the destination of a platoon had a ramp, or dock at least.
Not Heavy Melder… or at least, not this side of the planet. There was only one ramp on the whole, too big to be decent, desert planet. That was the one in Trader City, and the Jesters weren't headed to Trader City. They were headed to Dust Devil's Canyon… Wherever that was.
The moment the orange-splotched-with-black planet showed up on the navigation screen, Canis stomach sunk. Everyone was tired after the three day trip across a galaxy and half another, and one would think seeing the destination of such a long journey would be relieving.
It wasn't.
Not at all.
For one, the planet looked like a despondent jack o' lantern for fuck's sake!
And, for another, the temperature rose in the engine just looking at the oval thing. It continued to rise as Casino Royale broke through the black, ominous clouds and started her descent. For a mostly meant-to-be aquatic, high-water content being such as a Mimic, this did not bode well. He already felt dried out, and they hadn't even opened the doors yet.
Hell, even the Captain- a smoke-based heat-loving Dhuuma - seemed to be grimacing at the indecently high reading from the outside thermometer. If only because his team would suffer.
The Jester's went through the motions, many times rehearsed and smooth like well-fitting cogs. The Captain called the shots, Jaylin and Ezio took care of the actual piloting. Joseph took care of finding a clear, mostly empty space large enough for their train, outside of their destination but not too far. Canis called the altitude and angle of decent, taking care to read the instruments at his post and extrapolate the correct way to take them down safely.
The familiarity- the serious but calm and content manner the team went about conducting their engine- was bitter-sweet. To the Mimic, this was his home. This was routine, comforting. As far as he was concerned, for the moment, this is where he belonged.
Except this wasn't really his home. This wasn't really where he belonged. A difference They made sure he never forgot that.
Anticipation- an initial jolt that made all four stomachs in the engine (Captain aside)- and then a little bit of bumpy road as the rest of the train came down and they parked completely, making sure all brakes were engaged and secure. Everyone got up, stretched.
Cpt. Skwells was the first one to key in the airlock access codes and engage the door-opening mechanism in the Locker car, behind the engine. He didn't need to crack bones and massage cramps out of sore muscles, after all. Instead, he had made his way, quickly, past everyone to the half empty car the team and other crew used as an armory and gear locker, to make himself useful.
The moment the door was open, Canis shuddered.
A blast of hot, dry air assaulted them- Joseph started sweating almost immediately, due to coming from a much cooler planet. Jaylin and Ezio, originally from the same hot and humid climate, were fairly well off. Canis felt like he was evaporating.
Once the wind blew in, there was no relief. It stayed hot and dry.
The team gathered in the Locker car, surrounding the open door and careful to avoid the square of sunlight streaming in. Outside, not too far away was the town. Above the town, casting the buildings in shadows that did not extend to the train, was a massive rock formation that stretched into the sky and hid one of the lesser suns completely. Apart from that, there was nothing. In every direction- sand blown rock formations the appetizing colour of burnt skin or deep, rich clay and sand. Sand everywhere. Sand extending for miles. All the same, monotone orange-yellow. In the distance, heat waves rose off the sand, warping the black clouds in the horizon and making them flitter back and forth.
The Jesters had yet to take a step down the ramp between them and the ground. They all tittered on the edge.
"Ok Folks." The Captain broke the apprehensive silence. "This isn't too bad, a mild day on my home planet." All the while ignoring Joseph's muttered "Mild. Eh. Yeh right" he turned away from the dust bowl view, and instead went over to his locker (naturally a tad bigger than the others) and extracted from within a backpack. He brought it over to a mini cooler they had had installed, and from that gathered an armful of water containers. Cpt. Skwells none-too-graciously plopped them inside the backpack- saving two- and handed the bag to Ezio.
He also ignored the man's prompt whining about it, and instead gave Canis the two other water containers.
"You. Drink them before we leave." Then the Captain promptly walked along the car, presumably to go check up on the rest of the crew, disappearing into the next wagon.
Canis twittered nervously. "You guys… don't have to come you know. I have to go there alone, anyway." Jaylin swatted his shoulder for such an outlandish idea. Then she grabbed one of the water containers in his hands and opened it for him, all but shoving it at his mouth to get him to drink.
"Nonsense," she harrumphed as she did so, "We know you gotta do whatever you gotta do alone, but there is no way in hell we aren't at least going as far as the town center." She checked the town, hands free now that Canis had taken the container from her to take a swig, and huffed. "If it even has a town center- damn this place is a dump."
Joe frowned, in the middle of collecting wide-brimmed hats and sunglasses for everyone, since Ezio had been put on water duty.
"Hey. No hatin' on small towns." He huffed, taking a moment to poke Jaylin's shoulder.
She turned to him with a small grin. "Of course, Joe. You know it." In response, the tallest man of the team plopped a hat lopsidedly on the shortest and handed her a bottle of sunblock.
"Cream up. Fair skin and blond hair crisp up like skewered Bahva in the sun." Jaylin blew him a raspberry and snatched the bottle. "Like I wouldn't know that, growing up on Tobito like I did."
"Considering you Jay, I wouldn't be surprised." Ezio butted in, poking her other side and laughing when she sent him a glare. "I can't count how many times you've gotten burned over the years, especially when we were kids."
"That's not fair, I didn't know any better then…" She pouted, all the while applying the greasy cream with distaste.
When everyone was set, and Canis was covered in a thick layer of cream on every exposed inch of skin and wearing a hat, they all once more turned to the outside world. "Ok guys. Let's go." Jaylin pointed to the town and marched out the door, followed by Ezio and Canis, Joe bringing up the rear and activating the closing sequence on the bulkhead
The triple suns blasted them, and even with their gear, Joseph felt like they would be turned into crisps within the hour. The breeze- in no way refreshing- blew sand around their feet, the small bits of rock and crystal glinting in the sun. Canis had never experienced sheer dryness to this level before. It hurt to breathe. The sand that blew into his face was hot, possibly burning his sensitive skin to some degree. Everything was just so dry… The Mimic thought a moment, then grabbed his handkerchief and one of the water containers. He poured some water on the- thankfully- white and pale blue fabric, taking care to avoid spilling any, and then tied it around his nose and mouth. It helped, to some degree.
He could barely catch a scent though, and in anycase he doubted there was much to smell. Luckily, Canis was very convincing when he pretended to be fine. It would come in handy later, because the moment he showed he was heavily affected, one or all of his platoon would probably drag him back to the train. Then they would send a letter back to Linus. A long letter of complaint to the "President", and their outrage about the "mission" as a whole. He hoped that wouldn't happen, but one could never be certain with the Jesters.
Already, Jaylin was glancing in his direction every 10 seconds or so, obviously very unhappy. Ezio had thrown himself into a rant about having to wear black uniforms on such a hot planet, if only to break the quietness of the town and ease his nerves. The team was used to it, and let him ramble because they knew it helped. As for Joe, he was stoically making sure everyone stayed together, sweating profusely and trying to act like he was ignoring it. He didn't complain though- he never did.
"How are you feeling Canis?" Jaylin spoke up, as they finally crossed into the town border and the subsequent shade thereof. The relief was immediate, for everyone. Canis checked his comm, trying to memorize the details of the specific house he destined for. "I've been better," he admitted after a moment, "But I'm good." The for now dangled on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't want Jay to fly into an angry spiel about all the reasons they shouldn't be here.
Meanwhile, he was trying to understand the directions to his target. There was an address code but he didn't exactly work like that. He worked off instinct and scent better than he did the variety of symbols humans loved using. He wasn't fond of step by step directions, math or street names to the point where he walked right passed his turn. The one note he figured he could use, a turn left at pink house, was proving to be difficult to locate.
As he looked around, the others took a moment to survey the town. Canis hadn't been able to tell them what he was looking for, so instead they watched for danger. Or strangers. Same thing really when most people they could see were sending dirty looks their way, or trying to subtly hide guns and prying eyes behind daily tasks such as: lounging suspiciously on patios and hanging laundry.
"Sheesh, what's their problem?" Jaylin growled, crossing her arms as she caught an older man quickly look away the moment her gaze met his.
Joe shrugged. "It's a small town, Jay. They ain't used to strangers."
"That's no excuse to be so prickly…" Ezio muttered, but fell quiet when he spotted a group of women, of various ages, all grouped up together on the patio of a rather large white house. They were shamelessly watching them, glaring at them. He internally shrugged, if they were here, they might as well learn something right? Who better to ask but probably nice local ladies? He started walking across the street, checking both sides as if there would be any type of vehicle out and about. Joe and Jaylin noticed he was leaving, and followed him. One because he thought he should probably keep an eye on Ezio, the other because she thought this would be entertaining. Canis looked up and blinked. "Hey! Hey guys wait up!" he called, trotting after them simply because they were going somewhere and he didn't want to be alone.
As Ezio approached with his platoon trailing behind, he raised a hand a called a greeting. Very politely, he might add. The response he got belonged on a frigid asteroid planet like Pluto, if anything. They didn't say a word and glared at him. He beamed back a smile, unfazed. Beside him, the rest of the Jesters gathered.
"Um, hello! We are SDF Jester Platoon, and we just wanted to ask a few-" Ezio was rudely interrupted by the oldest looking crone he had ever seen- ah. He meant, the most respectable elderly lady of the patio- snorting in clear distaste.
"It ain't from any respectable planet is it?" She was looking down her nose, not only at the group as a whole, but specifically at their resident Mimic. The whole team was immediately and viciously taken aback. First, it took a moment for them to process what she had said, and who she was talking about. It took all of Jaylin's professionalism to remain still, let alone mask her outrage. Canis was in a sort-of state of shock. Never had he encountered this kind of treatment. He had always lived in progressive, well-developed places, where a variety of life forms interacted on the daily. Never had he been considered less, never had he ever lived in shame or hidden what he was. That was how she had spotted him so quickly- he had all his species traits on proud display.
The Mimic in human shape's mouth was a bit wider than his companions', his face a tad longer. When he opened his mouth one could see sharp fangs. His eyes were a beautiful soft lavender-blue, probably repulsive to the crone- not to mention the way he stood. Canis' legs had a joint too many to be human, and it showed in his somewhat loping gait and slumped-over stance. Two indents around his collar bone area and shoulders showed where his extra set of limbs had stowed themselves away. One couldn't see his pointed ears or dual-toned hair because the hat, but two black, fleshy whiskers just barely poked out from under the rim.
The poor lieutenant pressed his lips together awkwardly, shooting a glance at his companions. Canis still didn't know what to think, even if he was insulted and hurt. Angry even. He finally decided to clear his throat and talk to the lady.
"Ma'am both me and my companions here are on a mission straight from the SDF Headquarters on Tobito-"
The elderly lady continued on speaking to Ezio as thought the Mimic hadn't said a thing. "They let aliens in on working wit' the SDF now do they? Hah. No wonder they're 'aving so much trouble."
Ezio shuffled uncomfortably, but it didn't show on his face. Jaylin's fists were clenched. Joe had moved beside her and Canis.
"Now you hold on a second-" Canis growls showing a flash of sharp teeth, the hat jumping a bit on his head in response to the movement of the pointed ears underneath. "Alien or not, I and the rest of my species have been labeled as sapient under Standard Intergalactic Law and helpful to defense organisations, like militaries, and as Working Individuals due to their skill sets… and as a member of the SDF I would expect a respectable elderly citizen such as yourself to-"
"It sure makes a lot of noise." The crone crowed, grimacing.
"How dare you!" Jaylin spoke up, not quite shouting but getting there. "My teammate has done nothing to you, nor your people or your town. He has saved lives along with us, and along with every other species that works in the SDF! He deserves respect, because it's his ass that makes sure this shithole planet remains safe from hostile attacks!"
The younger ladies behind the crone gasped, but the crone herself laughed- a terrible sound. "A great lot of good tha's done then! You said it yourself, girly, this planet is a dust bowl, and you ain't done nothing for it. You can say what you like about species and cooperation between them-" Here she looked to the side, with an exclamation of Bah! "But it ain't ever helped us none, and it ain't ever will. And Hostile attacks you say? Girl, look around you. This is Heavy Melder. The SDF ain't ever held no power here, just like tha' Coalition didn't do nothin' either. Now get off my property before I call tha' proper authorities! Or better yet, I jus' shoot you myself!"
Jaylin was one word away from body checking the lady. Joe was prepared to hold her back if she did, Ezio was winking at some of the younger ladies, just to insult them and see the looks of disgust on their faces.
"Geit! Geit! Petunia, call sherif McMayer!" A younger lady rushed inside to obey the crone. "I want you group o' Baff'ns gone!"
"What the bloody hell is a Baff'n..." Canis whispered, so only Joseph could hear. "Is she calling us buffoons… but in like, broken Galactic?" The taller only shrugged. His best guess was a local animal or something the like.
When the old crone opened her mouth again, probably to escalate the situation further, a very smooth and a very recognisable voice rang out behind the platoon, and the ladies on the patio were taken aback because they hadn't seen this newcomer arrive.
"I am terribly sorry, Ma'am." Cpt. Skewlls never bowed to anyone, but today he inclined his head just the slightest bit to show some measure of respect to the crone. He was the most posed of the group, he radiated confidence and respectability, command held with an iron hand and elegance. To those that knew him better, he radiated bullshit and hot fury held back by the thinnest of thin skins. The crone looked down at him too, but if it irked him he didn't show it in the slightest. Only when she sniffed in some form of compromised acceptance did he continue speaking. "My crew seem to have gotten themselves lost. I am afraid this is all one terrible misunderstanding."
The sudden sharpening of his tone was meant as a jab to the team, and they knew it too. He kept a completely jolly- if a little sheepish- act up on the outside, but on the inside there would be a lecture in the near future.
But still, with the Captain's arrival on scene came instant relief. Canis had bowed his head and arched his back slightly, more so than normal. A show of respect for his superior and comrade, his black overcoat shifted at the seams where the uniform was held together by his belt. The Mimic was happy to see him. Good thing the ol' hag couldn't see his short, bald tail wagging under his clothes, hidden. Jaylin was still flushed red with anger, but knew she couldn't do anything while Ethan was watching, Ezio fumbled with his hands behind his back, watching the proceedings with a curious gaze. Joe was Joe, calm and still prepared to hold the feisty Lady of Jesters back if need be. The only hint of deeper emotion behind the facade was the glint of his eyes, the fire of anger.
"You the leader of this band of rascals?" In response to the crone, Cpt. Skewlls pulled out a small, black, leather wallet, and held it up to the lady. She eyed it skeptically, gingerly taking it and bending the cover backwards, revealing a beautiful, glimmering badge inside that matched the patches sewn on the breast of each of the crew's uniforms. It was a simple badge, as most were. Cut to resemble a sheriff's badge, outer edge a dark pine green, while the inside was a lighter lime shade. Embossed in the middle was an obsidian black, upside-down four-pointed crown. The whole thing, made of metal and enamel, was extremely well polished, not a single scratch marred the surface. Inside the covered of the wallet was an official license and registration numbers for both the engine and the platoon. Above it, gold lettering spelling out JESTER PLATOON proudly. The crone folded the wallet once more and grudgingly handed it back.
"What's your business here?" She demanded, stil with a nasty scowl on her face. The Captain smiled pleasantly. "We are simply passing through, doing a study to aid the University of Tobito, in their quest to assess the tolerance and overall open-mindedness of certain species towards others. It really is an interesting study. So far, results have shown that Melder is a piss-poor planet in terms of human kindness and acceptance. I'm sad to say the money slotted to aid the small communities of the planet have been put elsewhere, because they have been deemed so abysmal that no amount of social or financial aid could improve the situation."
Thorough his happy little speech of bullshit, the Captain maintained a cheerful, upbeat grin on his face. A grin that sharpened into something far more menacing than an angry Mimic.
"Congratulations, Ma'am. Melder is the only planet to receive a score of perfect zero on all grading rubric requirements, such as basic human decency and hell, looky here. Even basic humanness in general. It seems no one here has evolved from the times of the neanderthals, which is truly a most interesting and surprising find, considering the rest of the frontier worlds have at least made some headway. I shall have to report this in the study, thought I wouldn't expect much from it. Compared to the Dust Dogs and the Baff'n, the humans of small-town Melder have failed miserably. You should be proud of yourselves, truly. Now, we have to get back to studying the amazing cooperation and love bonding together the common Dungsty Beetle. Such interesting creatures, those. They work together with other insects to survive in such a harsh environment as the Grand South-Eastern Desert, and even when there are no discernable benefits, like in times of drought or famine, they help others. Such pure human kindness that. Ah yes. Anyhow, good day ladies!"
And with that he turned and walked away, heading down mainstreet and expecting his crew to follow, as they always did. As they did now- leaving a gaggle of shocked and slowly flushing angry-red ladies in the dust behind them.
But all along, during the Captain's beautiful and well thought out bullshit-lie-insult, there was a soft noise in the background, a sweet sing-song that caused the Mimics ears to prick up. He reckoned nobody except Ethan could hear it, but Ethan was preoccupied, leaving just him. It sounded like a bird, a small pet bird that was probably too fat to fly or had its wings clipped anyway.
Although the chirps were rather quiet and beautiful in the beginning, the sound of its song quickly turned into shrill shrieks that everyone could hear by the end of the Captain's speech. As a parting jab at the old crone, Canis made a show of walking a few steps and then turning around.
"I think that banshee of yours is hungry but if you could point us in the direction of a pink house we would be much obliged." He grinned smugly, watching as the crone bolted to go check on her precious bird, many of the ladies on the patio following her into the house. One remained outside however, and pointed with a small smile in the direction of the only pink house in Dust Devil Canyon.
"Not all of us are like her, I'm sorry." She called, before ducking into the house as well.
Canis' eyes glowed and he grinned sincerely, clearly extremely happy one of the ladies showed kindness.. "T-Thank you!" he called back, watching her vanish into the house.
The Mimic turned on his toes and loped back to his team, who were waiting just down the road out of sight. "I now officially know where I'm going!" he says with a pleasant beam looking down at his comm for the next set of directions.
"I guess this is ciao for now," Ezio joked, holding up the bag of water containers and snacks. "You should take this with you, just in case- OW! Jay what was that for!"
Jaylin crossed her arms, no evidence that she had ever punched the man in the shoulder remaining.
"You dumbass! He's gonna meet us after his mission and then we're gonna drop him off in Trader City!" No one mentioned the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, she wouldn't have appreciated it. Ezio raised his hands in surrender, and Joseph beside him just rolled his eyes.
Canis' sudden downcast expression didn't change, and instead he looked at his companions anxiously, taking the bag and slinging it over his shoulders. In an attempt to calm his nerves and reassure everyone, he did what he does best- joked and played it off.
"Bitch you still owe me drinks from all them times I bet your ass at cards!" he says with a lopsided smile, this time mostly forced, but genuine in it's intention.
Ezio froze. "Not true! I paid those debts off!"
"Nope."
"Yeh."
"Nuh-nah."
"Totally!"
"Na-"
"Children." Their Captain hissed at them, standing in front of the group with his arms crossed. "Not only does Ltn. Canis have a mission to attend to, but I have to figure out what to do with you lot after that wonderful show of professionalism."
"Aww but boss-"
"No Jaylin. Now, you are all to stay in town until the Lieutenant is done, and then return to Royale together. Clear?"
"You could start by treating us all… me… just me… to drinks after that ordeal." Canis mumbled, pouting.
"What was that, second lieutenant?" Cpt. Skewlls asked innocently.
"Clear, sir." Ethan nodded in satisfaction, and turned to walk away. Canis blew him a raspberry, despite everything Jaylin and Ezio giggled, while Joe just sighed. The group dispersed, the Mimic left on his own.
Fates, he was going to miss these idiots.
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Canis kept his gaze low against the breeze that kicked up the sand around his feet, hesitantly making his way in the direction of the pink house. He turned around a corner and started walking down a small side road, almost immediately spotting his quarry. An eyebrow quirked, wondering how he had missed it the first time, he continued on.
About halfway there though, the Mimic's eyes caught on a small, shiny gold-ish shape staring up at him from the sand with beady black eyes. It was a Dungsty beetle, with a polished carapass. Dungsty beetles lead a mostly subterranean existence, living off the dung of bigger animals and scavenging from carcasses of desert casualties, if available. If they were anything like the Linus-native species thats is. The Mimic was only guessing.
And yet, Canis figured the tiny creature seemed content. It seemed to hold itself with a mighty lot of determination for a bug, and if anything that Cpt. Skewlls had said about them was true, then it was probably on a mission looking for food or protection for it's colony and or offspring. He grinned at the beetle, who clicked its mighty pinchers before scuttling off in the opposite direction.
Oh well, he too had a mission to see to.
Past the pink house now, and indeed to the left, there was a sign. Canis checked his comm once more, and double checked if this was the target. The comm said Arthur's Odd-job Mechanics, and he was relieved that the beaten down, rusty sign that had clearly- or maybe not at all- seen better days.
Past the sign was a front lot filled with a variety of vehicles, most wrecks that had been scavenged for valuable or usable parts eons ago and now lay like rusty skeletons, half buried in the sand. Bits and bobs were scattered around, but it didn't seem disorganized or messy. Everything was neatly sorted into piles, as far as Canis could see.
As he walked closer, a two-part building arose behind the lot and with it fell a solemn atmosphere. The Mimic went into stealth mode, keeping his footsteps silent and his mind clear, breathing in deeply to catch a scent. Pungent motor oil and fuel, burnt rubber. He could still only catch the strongest of smells, and these made his nose prick uncomfortably. Before getting any closer to the house and garage beside it, he took out another water container and drank half of it, drenching his handkerchief again. Canis hadn't noticed how dry he had gotten, even if he was still slathered in a thick layer of sunblock. He looked back at the open garage from where a faint and buzzing, hesitant strand of music could be heard, and the occasional metal clang, clank of tools resounded.
The Mimic approached, on high alert. Some piece of machinery or another took up the majority of the garage's entrance, leaving just a little space for a person to pass by on the side. He slipped by unheard and unseen by the man working, bent over the guts of the machine, every so often reaching up to grab a tool from a ledge beside the hatch, but never looking back.
Canis observed his target, contemplating the best way to go about his business. Someway, somehow, Arthur Fahey the mechanic had to die today. The music changed to something jolly, a man singing in an upbeat fashion.
The Mimic moved, the wind picked up outside and a half hour later he rejoined his crew without saying a word. The suns shone strong, Canis felt uneasy. Together, they all walked back to Casino Royale, and soon left the small, dusty town far behind them on their way towards Trader city.
No one asked what had happened, apprehensive silence reigned.
All too soon, the capital came into view and they were using the ramp, pulling into the station.
This was it.