A/N: Wow. I found a game that can stand toe-to-toe with Tales of Symphonia in terms of rpg goodness: Star Ocean Till the End of Time. Thanks to the in-game dictionary, there're infinite amounts of room for anyone to play with when it comes to writing a fanfic. As it turns out, this one will deal with (at least, in the beginning) a violation of the UP3 code. I won't be using any characters from the game because I wanted to try using a character of my own creation for once. Anyway, I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Star Ocean or any of the characters, places, or terms found within said game. Any characters, places, or terms not in said game are owned by me as they are of my own creation.

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Chapter 1: Agent of the Federation

"Got a simple one lined up for you today Clyde."

"Good. I could use an easy assignment for a change."

"The higher-ups in command have caught wind of a Terran named Martin who has set up shop on a UDP (Underdeveloped Planet) called Rainyv V."

"Another guy trying to play god in front of a bunch of throwbacks?"

"I imagine so. It's easy enough to do, so there's no shortage of nutcases who want to take part in something like this."

"As long as it keeps me busy, I don't care. It's easy work and usually pays well."

"Atta boy. Now then, command wants this taken care of ASAP so get your stuff together and prepare to head out."

"Got it Chief. See you in a week."

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"Clyde? Clyde?", asked a computerized, yet soothing, female's voice.

A man with long, dark hair opened his ice-blue eyes and blinked a few times. He rubbed his eyes and sat-up slowly. He then gave his arms a very good stretch, letting out a very deep yawn as he did so.

"Good morning Clyde," said the female's voice again. "Did you sleep well?"

The young man yawned again. "Mmm. Mornin' Cynthia," said Clyde. "Neck's a little stiff, but it's nothing a little stretching won't fix."

"Would you like me to administer pain killers for you?" asked Cynthia.

He shook his head. "Nah, I don't think that'll be necessary. Thanks anyway." He reached for a steel-grey head band that lay not far from where he was sitting and began tying it around his forehead as he watched gravitic-warp space fly past the window of his personal ship, the "Pearl Angel." "How much longer till we reach Rainyv V?"

A short pause followed before Cynthia spoke again. "It looks like you woke up just in time, Clyde. At our current speed of Warp 8, we'll reach Rainyv V in less than ten minutes."

Clyde stood up and stretched once more, obviously pleased with what he just heard. "Good. Gives me just enough time to get ready. Cynthia, while I'm getting ready, perform a search on the PGF (Pangalactic Federation) database for any information you can find about Rainyv V."

"Understood, Clyde. One moment please." The computer's voice hushed once more as it began its search. "Records concerning any and all information about Rainyv V have been found. Would like to hear them as you prepare?"

Clyde nodded as he pulled a short-sleeved white shirt over his head and shoulders. "Yes, thank you."

Cynthia paused for a moment as she sorted and prepared all of the data she had gathered. "Rainyv V, the fifth planet of the Rainyv system is the only one in said system that supports any form of life on it. The first four planets in this system are made entirely of gas and have Venus-like temperatures. The sixth and final planet, however, seems to be nothing more than an enormous sphere of ice and has been the site of several failed colonization attempts. Orbiting a little more than one AU from its parent star, Rainyv V has a gravity level of 0.9 and has slightly cooler temperature conditions comparable than Terra. However, unlike Terra, Rainyv V is the victim of a bizarre and constant weather condition that gives a ninety-percent chance of precipitation on any given day, be it rain or snow."

Clyde threw on a lightly-armored flight jacket of the same color as his headband with the PGF emblem on the back. "Ninety-percent? This place is inhabited by humans, right? If it's a UDP, then how do they produce any food? I would imagine that the soil is far too wet for any sort of crop production."

Cynthia said nothing as she searched for an answer to Clyde's question. "Apparently, the people of Rainyv V have constructed a number of buildings that house walled off sections of fertile soil and animal pens with artificially created pastureland."

Clyde blinked as he slipped a pair of Klausian-made power gloves over his arms. Unlike usual Klausian models, these weren't meant to be used as weapons. Rather, they were to be used as muscle amplifiers should the wearer ever need to move anything he normally couldn't move before. "What's their level of technology? It doesn't sound like anything too technologically advanced, but the artificial farmlands seem like too clever of an idea to not be suspicious for a UDP."

Another pause before she spoke again. "The technological level of Rainyv V is roughly equivalent to that of fifteenth-century Earth. It is entirely possible that, given the fact that their planet has always been like this, they may have developed the idea for the artificial farmland hundreds or perhaps even thousands of years ago."

"Huh," said Clyde as he strapped a laser-edged knife to his side. "I guess that makes sense. Any world affairs that I should be made aware of? Last thing I need to do is to step right in the middle of some stupid war."

Another pause from Cynthia. "Nothing worth noting, except for reports concerning Marvin. Nothing unlike any other time an off-worlder breaks UP3 law and sets up shop on a UDP. Only twenty-percent of the world is land, and 97 of this land is one massive continent, all of which is ruled by one leader, leaving little if any room for any sort of a war short of a civil one. Overall, the world is very peaceful and supports only a small military force. Should trouble arise with the locals, you should have little trouble in dealing with them."

Clyde jammed an energy cell pack into his phase gun and holstered it. "I doubt it will come to that. This thing is meant for Martin only." He grabbed two more energy packs and slid them into specially fitted slots on his belt.

"Then why the extra ammo?" asked Cynthia.

Without looking away from his work, he adjusted a personal force-field emitter on his left wrist and answered, "Never hurts to be safe."

"Well said Clyde," said Cynthia. "Is there anything else you want to know?"

He shook his head as he attached two AM (anti-matter) grenades to the left side of his belt. "That should be all the info I need. How much longer now till we get there?"

"Two minutes," replied Cynthia.

To complete his preparations, he slid his compact communicator and quad-scanner into his jacket's left and right inner pockets, respectively. "Alright. All-set."

"Are you sure you're not forgetting anything Clyde?" asked Cynthia.

He thought for a moment. "Just one thing." He opened a small cabinet door on the wall, pulled out three small vials of blue liquid, and slid them into three loops on the inside of his jacket. "All that's left now on the ship now are extras of the stuff I already have, the onboard equipment, and our AM nuke."

Puzzled, Cynthia asked, "An AM nuke? I wasn't aware that we were carrying such a device on board."

"New rule for UP3 enforcers," replied Clyde. "In the event that a UP3 violation is far too severe to handle single-handedly, the agent is required to use the nuke to "enforce" the violation. Also, while in the field, the AM nuke is built in with a bio-scanner that monitor's the agent's health. Should the agent's life signs flat-line, the nuke will detonate within five minutes, erasing all evidence that any off-world technology was ever on that planet, along with any witnesses who saw said technology."

"That sounds needlessly extreme," said Cynthia. "And rather heartless. Is it really necessary to kill innocent civilians, let alone in such a brutal way?"

Clyde closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Hey, don't look at me. Take it up with the Federation. I don't wanna do it either, so let's just hope that it doesn't come to that."

"Of course, Clyde," said Cynthia. A short pause followed as the ship left gravitic space and returned to conventional space. "We have left gravitic warp and are now in orbit around Rainyv V. What are your orders Clyde?"

He brought his right hand to his chin and thought for a moment. "Set us down about five miles outside of the town closest to where Martin's signal is coming from, preferably in a hard to reach area."

"Understood Cly- wait a moment," Cynthia said, interrupting herself. "I am picking up a large object coming straight for us from around the other side of the planet."

Clyde cocked an eyebrow when he heard this. "Eh? What is it? A meteor stuck in the planet's orbit, perhaps?"

"I'm afraid not," replied Cynthia. "You're not going to believe this Clyde, but the object is organic."

His eyes shot wide open. "Organic! In the middle of space! Can we get a visual on it?"

"One moment please." Cynthia remained silent as Clyde anxiously awaited for an image to appear on the holographic projector just above the observation window. "Scanning complete. Displaying on-screen."

On the projector appeared something resembling a demonic dragon with six black, angelic wings on its back. Upon seeing this, Clyde took a few steps backward. "W-what the hell is that thing!"

"Target analysis complete," replied Cynthia. "Target is an Enforcer-class extraterrestrial being. Long thought to be officially extinct, rumors of their continued existence are spread about by travelers from all over the Milky Way galaxy. These beings are responsible for the destruction brought about by "The Cleansing" nearly one-hundred years ago, resulting in the total, albeit temporary, destruction of several planets, the most noted of those being Aldia and Terra. Larger Enforcers are capable of destroying Federation battleships single-handedly, making them extremely powerful opponents. Evasive action is recommended."

Cold beads of sweat ran down Clyde's fear-stricken face as he looked on in horror. "Oh my god! An Enforcer!" He shook his head furiously, trying to get a hold of himself. He quickly sat down in his chair and began punching several buttons on the control button. "Cynthia, head for Rainyv immediately and land! I don't care where! We have to get away from that thing or we're toast!"

"Affirmative. Making preparations to land on Rainyv V," said Cynthia.

"Hurry up Cynthia!" yelled Clyde frantically.

"I'm making preparations as quickly as possible Clyde," said Cynthia. "If we don't make all necessary preparations, it could prove to be disastrous for us."

Before he could say anything else, a red light began flashing on his panel and the ship shook very violently. "We're under attack by the Enforcer. Shields are already down to 34 power," said Cynthia.

Clyde slammed his fists on the panel and gritted his teeth. "Cynthia, I order you to cancel all preparations and make an emergency landing on the planet! Override code: B134T!"

"Override code accepted. Now making emergency landing on the surface of Rainyv V. Hang on tight, Clyde," said Cynthia.

Another beam of light from the Enforcer raked across the ship, most of which was blocked by the remainder of the ship's shield. The unblocked part of the beam, however, completely destroyed three of the ship's four engines.

"Gah!" yelled Clyde as he was thrown from his chair and onto the floor to his right side. "Cynthia! Damage report!"

A short pause followed. "We have sustained critical damage to engines one, three, and four, as well as to our flight stabilizer. Manually-controlled flight is no longer possible now." Another pause followed as sirens began to sound all around Clyde.

When the ship finally entered Rainyv V's atmosphere, Cynthia spoke once again. "Clyde, the Enforcer has broken off contact with us and has returned to circling around the planet."

Clyde furiously began to pound several buttons around him. "Well, I suppose that's good news, but as it stands now, we're set to crash… well… who the hell knows where!"

"Might I suggest crossing your fingers, Clyde?" asked Cynthia.

"Hmph," replied Clyde as he crossed his fingers and closed his eyes. "Smart-aleck computer."

Meanwhile, the ship continued to plummet toward the surface of the rainy planet.

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Gasp! What will happen to our hero? (I'm sure you already know… but still!) If y'all would be so kind, could you please leave some reviews for me? I'd really appreciate it!

Note: Some might be asking why Aldia and Terra (Earth) are back, considering that they were destroyed in SO3: TTEOT. Theory to answer that: After Luther was defeated, Blair went back to 4D, reprogrammed the Eternal Sphere to bring back into existence all of the planets destroyed by the Enforcers or Luther's last minute erasures. After doing this, she cut off any and all links from 4D to our universe, finally making ours an independent dimension/universe. Just a theory…