Disclaimer: Skies of Arcadia : Legends is not mine. I think it belongs to
Sega or someone like that.
Author's Note: This story is an advanced version of the Gamecube backstory. It takes place 7 years before the game really starts. This talks about everything that led up to what happened in the game. Just thought you'd like to know. }:c
The Eve Of Final Judgement
She stood against the railing, her back facing the bridge behind her. Her pale hair was blowing in the warm Nasrian wind, and she was sweating uder her thick Valuan dress.
The girl's eyes were bright blue and it always seemed as if she wasn't really looking at you, but THROUGH you. She sighed as she looked out across the Great Cloud Sea. The light of the Red moon was fading to the south as the ship she was on sailed on to Valua.
"Piastol?" a familiar voice asked as the doors to the bridge were opened. "Are you okay?"
Piastol sighed as she turned around, the wind blowing on her face. They'd just reached the point where the great, yellow, mountainous continent of Valua was. The wind was no longer warmed by the Red sun, but surprisingly cold.
"I'm fine, father."
Mendosa sighed as he closed the metal door behind him. "Are you sure, Piastol? You're not air sick, are you?"
"No," she said, looking out across the sky. "Not at all."
Her father let out a bright laugh. "So that's it, huh? You've got that urge to take off into the skies. To see what's out there with your own eyes."
Piastol looked up as she brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Is that so bad?"
"Not at all!" Mendosa said, a big smile on his face. "I was like that when I was a boy and look at me now! Not only an admiral in the Armada, but a father of two fine little girls!"
The girl looked up in the sky. "No. That's not really it...." she paused for a moment. "It's just that..." Piastol bit her lip and turned around to face her father. "I want to leave Valua. It's always so dark and cold... I can't stand it sometimes!"
Mendosa shook his head. "You don't get it, do you? You do get to leave Valua. You're lucky you get to sail with me. Most Valuan nobles never get the chance to see Nasr. Some of the citizens do, though. Usually right before they're stabbed through with a Nasrian long sword."
Piastol sighed. "I know."
"Good!" Mendosa said, giving her a firm rub on the head. "And one of these days, when you become captain of your own ship and have your own family, you'll be the one telling your little girl this!"
"Yes."
"Get to bed, Piastol. We've got a long day ahead of us tommorow. We're to drop off the supplies we confinscated from Maramba, and then some back for the last shipments." He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Piastol turned and began walking towards the door to the bridge.
"Sister?" a little voice asked.
Piastol turned around and couldn't help but smile as she saw Doc running out of Mendosa's office. Doc was the tall man who was one of her father's most trusted advisors. She didn't even know his real name. All her life she'd just called him Doc.
"Sorry, Admiral," Doc said, shaking his head. "I know you told me to watch her, but she got away! You've got a real stealth soldier there, sir!"
Mendosa let out a chuckle. "I hope that's true. When Maria gets a little bit older, I'll start teaching her some fighting techniques. You never know when they will come in handy."
Piastol bent over and smiled at the little girl. "Hi there, Maria. How are you?"
"I'm cold," the little girl said.
Doc sighed and held up a little piece of cloth. "She was waving it around and it almost blew out into the sky, so I snatched it. Don't know what it is, but she kept shouting about how it's the Aquila."
Mendosa took the piece of cloth from Doc "Well, well! What's this?"
"I made something for sister!" Maria said, a grin spreading across her small face.
Piastol reached out and took the cloth from her father. It was a ribbon, and on it was a golden dragon, the sign of the Valuan Empire. It had been hastily hand-drawn by the little girl and Piastol couldn't help but smile. She turned around and held the picture up to the same engraving on the side of her father's ship.
"Thank you, Maria," she said, pulling a large piece of hair up behind her head. She carefully fastened the ribbon around it. "You did a very nice job!"
The little girl beamed, but shivered.
"C'mon, Maria," Mendosa said, picking up the little girl in his big hands. Why don't you come up to the bridge with me?" Piastol was about to protest; to say that Maria should come with her to sleep. But Maria had always been a fussy sleeper and seemed to like it when it was warmer. So she kept silent.
"G'night, Piostol!" Maria said, stumbling over her sister's name.
Piastol waved. "Good night, Maria. Good night, father. Good night, Doc."
"Good night, Piastol," Mendosa said.
Doc let out a whistle. "Proper one, isn't she? Well, good night to you, too, Piastol." He winked at her before the three turned and started to walk into Mendosa's office.
"Is everything ready?" Mendosa asked.
"Of course, sir," Doc said. "Made extra sure of it. There won't be any surprises before your meeting. I've pulled the fleet in closer to the Aquila, and all gunners are ready."
"Good," Mendosa grunted. "I don't want anything happening to these girls of mine." He held up Maria. "Doc, will you take her? I don't like conducting business in front of my children."
Doc nodded. "Of course, Admiral. I'll be down in the engine room. Don't worry, I won't let Maria sneak away again!" Then Doc took the little girl and headed off below decks.
Mendosa sighed and ran his hand through his graying hair. "Yes, Doc, you do that for me. I have a feeling this meeting could get quite ugly."
Then he closed the door to his office and sat inside, waiting.
I'll make a new chapter soon, so if you even care to read this, please reply. This story is kinda long, so please be patient! Thanx.
~~WingsOFHope
Author's Note: This story is an advanced version of the Gamecube backstory. It takes place 7 years before the game really starts. This talks about everything that led up to what happened in the game. Just thought you'd like to know. }:c
The Eve Of Final Judgement
She stood against the railing, her back facing the bridge behind her. Her pale hair was blowing in the warm Nasrian wind, and she was sweating uder her thick Valuan dress.
The girl's eyes were bright blue and it always seemed as if she wasn't really looking at you, but THROUGH you. She sighed as she looked out across the Great Cloud Sea. The light of the Red moon was fading to the south as the ship she was on sailed on to Valua.
"Piastol?" a familiar voice asked as the doors to the bridge were opened. "Are you okay?"
Piastol sighed as she turned around, the wind blowing on her face. They'd just reached the point where the great, yellow, mountainous continent of Valua was. The wind was no longer warmed by the Red sun, but surprisingly cold.
"I'm fine, father."
Mendosa sighed as he closed the metal door behind him. "Are you sure, Piastol? You're not air sick, are you?"
"No," she said, looking out across the sky. "Not at all."
Her father let out a bright laugh. "So that's it, huh? You've got that urge to take off into the skies. To see what's out there with your own eyes."
Piastol looked up as she brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. "Is that so bad?"
"Not at all!" Mendosa said, a big smile on his face. "I was like that when I was a boy and look at me now! Not only an admiral in the Armada, but a father of two fine little girls!"
The girl looked up in the sky. "No. That's not really it...." she paused for a moment. "It's just that..." Piastol bit her lip and turned around to face her father. "I want to leave Valua. It's always so dark and cold... I can't stand it sometimes!"
Mendosa shook his head. "You don't get it, do you? You do get to leave Valua. You're lucky you get to sail with me. Most Valuan nobles never get the chance to see Nasr. Some of the citizens do, though. Usually right before they're stabbed through with a Nasrian long sword."
Piastol sighed. "I know."
"Good!" Mendosa said, giving her a firm rub on the head. "And one of these days, when you become captain of your own ship and have your own family, you'll be the one telling your little girl this!"
"Yes."
"Get to bed, Piastol. We've got a long day ahead of us tommorow. We're to drop off the supplies we confinscated from Maramba, and then some back for the last shipments." He gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Piastol turned and began walking towards the door to the bridge.
"Sister?" a little voice asked.
Piastol turned around and couldn't help but smile as she saw Doc running out of Mendosa's office. Doc was the tall man who was one of her father's most trusted advisors. She didn't even know his real name. All her life she'd just called him Doc.
"Sorry, Admiral," Doc said, shaking his head. "I know you told me to watch her, but she got away! You've got a real stealth soldier there, sir!"
Mendosa let out a chuckle. "I hope that's true. When Maria gets a little bit older, I'll start teaching her some fighting techniques. You never know when they will come in handy."
Piastol bent over and smiled at the little girl. "Hi there, Maria. How are you?"
"I'm cold," the little girl said.
Doc sighed and held up a little piece of cloth. "She was waving it around and it almost blew out into the sky, so I snatched it. Don't know what it is, but she kept shouting about how it's the Aquila."
Mendosa took the piece of cloth from Doc "Well, well! What's this?"
"I made something for sister!" Maria said, a grin spreading across her small face.
Piastol reached out and took the cloth from her father. It was a ribbon, and on it was a golden dragon, the sign of the Valuan Empire. It had been hastily hand-drawn by the little girl and Piastol couldn't help but smile. She turned around and held the picture up to the same engraving on the side of her father's ship.
"Thank you, Maria," she said, pulling a large piece of hair up behind her head. She carefully fastened the ribbon around it. "You did a very nice job!"
The little girl beamed, but shivered.
"C'mon, Maria," Mendosa said, picking up the little girl in his big hands. Why don't you come up to the bridge with me?" Piastol was about to protest; to say that Maria should come with her to sleep. But Maria had always been a fussy sleeper and seemed to like it when it was warmer. So she kept silent.
"G'night, Piostol!" Maria said, stumbling over her sister's name.
Piastol waved. "Good night, Maria. Good night, father. Good night, Doc."
"Good night, Piastol," Mendosa said.
Doc let out a whistle. "Proper one, isn't she? Well, good night to you, too, Piastol." He winked at her before the three turned and started to walk into Mendosa's office.
"Is everything ready?" Mendosa asked.
"Of course, sir," Doc said. "Made extra sure of it. There won't be any surprises before your meeting. I've pulled the fleet in closer to the Aquila, and all gunners are ready."
"Good," Mendosa grunted. "I don't want anything happening to these girls of mine." He held up Maria. "Doc, will you take her? I don't like conducting business in front of my children."
Doc nodded. "Of course, Admiral. I'll be down in the engine room. Don't worry, I won't let Maria sneak away again!" Then Doc took the little girl and headed off below decks.
Mendosa sighed and ran his hand through his graying hair. "Yes, Doc, you do that for me. I have a feeling this meeting could get quite ugly."
Then he closed the door to his office and sat inside, waiting.
I'll make a new chapter soon, so if you even care to read this, please reply. This story is kinda long, so please be patient! Thanx.
~~WingsOFHope