(Before the story starts)
All right... for some reason, I have a few reviews that didn't show up... Must have something to do with the fact that I replaced the Author's note that had been the previous chapter 10 (damn!). Oh well.
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*The Phoenix*
The older of the two captains of the phoenix strode down the hall, headed for the quarters of the younger.
"Wake up, my fellow captain. We must ready the cannons."
"Mphh gnumble... Dun wanna get uph."
"All right, fine. I'll take everything that we get from this myself." Frantic sounds came from the younger captain's quarters, and he soon emerged, though out of breath and rather sleepy.
"No, no, that won't be necessary... I'm awake... Sort of..."
"Good. We'll be able to oversee the preparations better if we go to the bridge." The two turned, and emerged on the said room half an hour later. All of the warriors on the bridge immediately snapped to attention, and one stepped forward to give a status report.
"Three of the harpoon cannons are ready, and the fourth is being checked over as we speak. All normal cannons are fully functional, and the upgrades that we gave them worked even better than we had originally expected."
"The moon stone cannons?"
"Both are in perfect condition, and the spare moonstone fuel chambers of both are full to capacity."
"Hee hee hee! Now we will be able to fire them many times without having to stop and recharge!"
"What did I tell you about that overly annoying laugh of yours?" asked the older captain as he whacked the younger upside the head. The younger made a sound of complaint, and the older turned to the warrior again and said, "And the phoenix cannon?"
"Running at full capacity, just like our moonstone cannons."
"Perfect. Nothing can stand in our way now. Warriors, you know our first target!"
A chorus of 'yes, captain' was heard from the bridge as the phoenix turned and sped for it's first unfortunate target.
*Horteka*
Clara could hear the sounds of various birds and insects from her seat near one of the windows of the Primrose. The green moon was full, casting a soothing light over the small village that her ship was docked at.
--If only I could be soothed by that calm glow.--
Clara's shoulders slumped, and she got up from the chair that she had been sitting in.
--I'm so worried about Gilder... If he doesn't make it, I don't know what I'd do...--
The blue rogue walked through the corridors of her ship, eventually stopping at a door and entering a room. She smiled slightly when she remembered that it was the one that Aika and Fina had once stayed in, but her smile disappeared as she approached the bed and sat down on it. Staring silently at her injured friend, she allowed the tears to fall down her face.
--I don't want to lose him. He's the only person who I could consider family that I have left.--
She sighed sadly, not wanting to think about her past, but unable to push her memories away.
--Many people think that Gilder's brain is in his pants and that I'm an airhead, but that's not the way that it actually is. We're both afraid to take down our goofy exteriors because we had such hellish lives. We both lost our parents, he lost his sister too... But my life was always better than his. I was the noble, he was the servant, the lower city street rat.--
She blinked as a realization came to her.
--Perhaps... Perhaps that's why he was so open around Marco... They went through similar things...--
She sighed again, and started to change the bandage around Gilder's knee.
--I never told my crew the true extent of our relationship, and I still think that it is for the better. I don't want to know what they'd think if they knew that Gilder had been my servant for three years, and that our relationship was that of brother and sister.--
She stayed, silently watching Gilder and thinking about the past until she caught herself yawning.
--Damn, I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even realize what time it was. I should go back to my room.--
Getting up, Clara paused to look at Gilder one last time before leaving to go back to her room.
All right... for some reason, I have a few reviews that didn't show up... Must have something to do with the fact that I replaced the Author's note that had been the previous chapter 10 (damn!). Oh well.
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*The Phoenix*
The older of the two captains of the phoenix strode down the hall, headed for the quarters of the younger.
"Wake up, my fellow captain. We must ready the cannons."
"Mphh gnumble... Dun wanna get uph."
"All right, fine. I'll take everything that we get from this myself." Frantic sounds came from the younger captain's quarters, and he soon emerged, though out of breath and rather sleepy.
"No, no, that won't be necessary... I'm awake... Sort of..."
"Good. We'll be able to oversee the preparations better if we go to the bridge." The two turned, and emerged on the said room half an hour later. All of the warriors on the bridge immediately snapped to attention, and one stepped forward to give a status report.
"Three of the harpoon cannons are ready, and the fourth is being checked over as we speak. All normal cannons are fully functional, and the upgrades that we gave them worked even better than we had originally expected."
"The moon stone cannons?"
"Both are in perfect condition, and the spare moonstone fuel chambers of both are full to capacity."
"Hee hee hee! Now we will be able to fire them many times without having to stop and recharge!"
"What did I tell you about that overly annoying laugh of yours?" asked the older captain as he whacked the younger upside the head. The younger made a sound of complaint, and the older turned to the warrior again and said, "And the phoenix cannon?"
"Running at full capacity, just like our moonstone cannons."
"Perfect. Nothing can stand in our way now. Warriors, you know our first target!"
A chorus of 'yes, captain' was heard from the bridge as the phoenix turned and sped for it's first unfortunate target.
*Horteka*
Clara could hear the sounds of various birds and insects from her seat near one of the windows of the Primrose. The green moon was full, casting a soothing light over the small village that her ship was docked at.
--If only I could be soothed by that calm glow.--
Clara's shoulders slumped, and she got up from the chair that she had been sitting in.
--I'm so worried about Gilder... If he doesn't make it, I don't know what I'd do...--
The blue rogue walked through the corridors of her ship, eventually stopping at a door and entering a room. She smiled slightly when she remembered that it was the one that Aika and Fina had once stayed in, but her smile disappeared as she approached the bed and sat down on it. Staring silently at her injured friend, she allowed the tears to fall down her face.
--I don't want to lose him. He's the only person who I could consider family that I have left.--
She sighed sadly, not wanting to think about her past, but unable to push her memories away.
--Many people think that Gilder's brain is in his pants and that I'm an airhead, but that's not the way that it actually is. We're both afraid to take down our goofy exteriors because we had such hellish lives. We both lost our parents, he lost his sister too... But my life was always better than his. I was the noble, he was the servant, the lower city street rat.--
She blinked as a realization came to her.
--Perhaps... Perhaps that's why he was so open around Marco... They went through similar things...--
She sighed again, and started to change the bandage around Gilder's knee.
--I never told my crew the true extent of our relationship, and I still think that it is for the better. I don't want to know what they'd think if they knew that Gilder had been my servant for three years, and that our relationship was that of brother and sister.--
She stayed, silently watching Gilder and thinking about the past until she caught herself yawning.
--Damn, I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even realize what time it was. I should go back to my room.--
Getting up, Clara paused to look at Gilder one last time before leaving to go back to her room.