Valley of the Wind Productions presents
Points of View
A Star Ocean 3 fanfic
by Intrasonic
Setting: Federation Battleship Aqualie, en route to Moonbase (day 2)
"Good morning, Commodore... no, I woke up several hours ago, actually..."

That was, Nel murkily registered, the sound of Maria's voice, sounding far more alert and awake than she herself presently felt. Without the usual sunset and sunrise to gauge time by, it was hard to tell how long she'd been sleeping for. Whatever the actual case, it seemed as though she'd slept long enough that some of the room's lights were back on again. Turning her head slightly, she strained to pick up the other half of the conversation.

"I was wondering if you and Cliff would care to join me for breakfast this morning?"

"Breakfast?"

"Unless you've already eaten...?"

"Not at all, and Cliff's always got room for more food. We'd be delighted."

"Glad to hear it. Not that I don't look forward to the company regardless, but there have been some new developments that I think you'll want to hear about as well."

Maria laughed quietly. "Well, now you've really got my interest. What time?"

"We won't reach Moonbase until early this afternoon, and my schedule this morning is free, so at your convenience."

"Is half an hour acceptable? I'll track down Cliff and wake him up."

"Excellent. Until then?"

"Until then," Maria agreed.

"Maria?" That was Sophia, who sounded only slightly less tired than Nel herself.

"I'm going to be sitting down to breakfast with Commodore Wittcomb," Maria explained. "You just get some rest. You've been through quite a bit recently, after all."

"Mmph," Sophia agreed.

"That's the idea. If Nel wakes up before I'm back, tell her we'll pick up where we left off this afternoon, okay?"

"Mmph."

"Thanks. See you later."

"Mmph."

Nel couldn't have phrased it better herself.

Nel had hunch that she would have been content to stay in bed all day, but several hours later, it became apparent that the five cups of tea she'd drunk yesterday during suppertime (and Maria's lectures) had other ideas. And iron-will or not, basic biology couldn't be denied forever.

At least this time, she reflected, she knew where the washroom was.

Getting out of bed was accomplished by virtue of rolling over and finding out that she was already at the edge of her bed. Gravity could be informative that way.

"Are you... okay?"

Sitting up, Nel turned to look at the bed next to hers, presently containing a sleepy-looking, but mildly concerned Sophia. "Urgh. I'm fine. I'm just used to sleeping on a bigger bed, or no bed at all."

"Oh... okay." The issue settled, Sophia's eyelids promptly dropped shut again.

Not feeling particularly talkative herself, Nel staggered to her feet, and headed towards the washroom to relieve certain demands.

Maria had explained the basics behind the washroom yesterday, particularly the part about how the water supply was controlled. This ship clearly used a lot of water, Nel had quickly realized. Not only was there was a device called a faucet that seemed to supply an endless amount of clean water (temperature controlled, no less!), but even the replacement for the chamber pot seemed to consume water in abundance. And of course the 'food replicators' seemed to have no trouble creating glasses of water on demand.

While the advantages were obvious, in respect to both cleanliness and convenience, the blatant waste of good water had initially appalled Nel. But Maria had quickly assured her that there was absolutely no danger of running out of water, since it was recycled and purified by the ship's on-board systems.

Nel wasn't certain she wanted to dwell too long on the 'recycling' concept, but she would at least take Maria's word that the water supply was in absolutely no danger of being depleted. What that translated into was the latest development in the area of excessive water usage - the shower.

Shucking the pajamas that she had worn the night before, Nel boldly stepped into the glass chamber, her weariness already fading away in anticipation of an endless overhead supply of cascading hot water, available at the mere push of a switch-

"YAAAAAAH! COLD!"

Even as her entire body was subjected to a deluge of frigid water, Nel flailed frantically for the temperature control switch and twisted-

"OUCHOUCH! HOT!"

Another frantic bout of scrambling at the buttons eventually managed to halt the water flow, leaving a half-frozen, half-boiled Nel gasping for breath.

"Nel?" Sophia's voice called out. "Are you okay?"

Well, she was certainly fine, Nel reflected, and she was now extremely awake. Her pride was another matter, however. "I'm fine. Just... getting used to this... device."

"Oh... okay."

Nel made an accusing face at the shower controls, then finally noticed a series of notches arranged around the temperature knob, complete with suggestive red and blue arrows. Deepening her scowl, she reached out and turned the knob to the halfway point.

Pushing the first knob, she tensed as the overhead device started spraying water again. Fortunately, the water was more temperate this time, and there was no need to take cover a third time. Some further experimentation allowed her to add some more warmth to the water, until it was more to her liking.

Standing under the shower, Nel allowed herself a smile as the hot water began to slowly dissolve the aches and pains from the last few days. She didn't pretend to understand exactly how the water supply could be endless, but there was no time like the present to put that claim to the test.

Almost half an hour later, Nel finally decided that she had adequately demonstrated the water supply's inexhaustibility. Actually, the last half of her shower had been spent simply increasing the temperature in small increments until it was as hot as she could stand. Once she'd gotten used to how sensitive and fine-tuned the controls were, the shower was actually quite enjoyable to use. Almost like a hot spring and massage at the same time, without having to find a location with the former, or a person willing to perform the latter. Hopefully, she would have a chance to take advantage of this again at a later time.

The toiletries were also quite nice. The soap was both very gentle and surprisingly effective at cleaning (Was that what colour her skin really was?), the shampoo lathered up and rinsed away effortlessly (Had her hair ever been that soft and shiny before?), and the towel was softer and fluffier than any Nel had ever seen before (Did any animal have fur like that?).

She was definitely going to inquire about the possibility of souvenirs, Nel decided firmly. Lots of souvenirs.

Her next obstacle occurred after leaving the shower, her towel wrapped around her as best she could manage (apparently even advanced civilizations hadn't learned how to make a towel that properly covered everything). Put simply, she realized that she needed some clothing to wear. She had seen Maria put her dirty clothing into a hole in the wall (that looked very similar to the food replicator), press a series of buttons that made the clothing disappear (similar to how the food replicator 'washed' the dishes), and inform Nel that they'd be clean for the next morning.

What Maria hadn't done was tell Nel exactly where they'd be the next morning. And Nel was now beginning to seriously regret that oversight, because she had absolutely no desire to go wandering around the ship looking for Maria, clad only in a towel that was rapidly proving inadequate for the task of keeping her decent-

-and to top it off, she could now feel someone's eyes on her. Very intently and directly, and in a way that her danger-sense was alerting her to. You could be a spy without developing a sixth sense for unwanted attention, but usually not a very successful (or living) one.

Turning her head to scan the room, her gaze immediately focused on the only other person in the room - Sophia. Who was now sitting up in her bed (looking much more awake) and, as Nel had suspected, staring wide-eyed at her with an intensity that bordered on disturbing.

Nel coughed politely, for one frantic moment praying that she hadn't completely misunderstood the younger girl's fawning over Fayt... "Can I... help you?"

Sophia blinked several times, then seemed to realize what she was doing, and coloured slightly. "Oh, um, sorry. Are... those symbols?"

Nel looked to either side of her, but saw nothing of interest. At least, nothing that Sophia probably didn't know more about than she did.

"No," the other girl elaborated. "Those lines on your body... are those symbols?"

"They're runes," Nel replied. "They help me use runology."

A confused look. "Runology?"

The outsiders had used a different term for runology, Nel managed to recall. "I think you people call it symbology," she offered helpfully.

Sophia brightened. "I thought so! I didn't think anything of it when we first met, because... there were other things going on-"

Nel nodded understandingly.

"-and I thought they might have just been some cultural tattoos, anyway. But just now, I got a better look at them..." Sophia trailed off sheepishly, as though suddenly making a connection. "Um... excuse me. I'll go shower now. You can go ahead and get dressed."

"About that..."

A few explanations and re-explanations later, Nel was watching Sophia operate the laundry device, more than a little impressed, despite herself. Not that she hadn't seen her fair share miraculous technology over the last few days, but there was still something profoundly gratifying about seeing a menial task like laundry done by a machine.

In response to Nel's laundry concerns, Sophia was quick to reassure her that there wouldn't be any problems. Apparently, Maria had neglected to mention that the machine could be instructed to 'rematerialize' the clothing it had taken away, minus the dirt in it.

Even now, Sophia was rapidly tapping on the laundry machines input surface (apparently called a 'keyboard', despite the obvious lack of keys), attempting to locate the whereabouts of Nel's clothing. "...so I'll just cycle through the stored clothing... Maria already got her clothing... those are mine... so these must be yours... there we go! Just give it a few seconds..."

The surface above the keyboard was called a 'monitor screen', according to Maria's lesson, and its purpose was to display words to inform the user what was going on. Unfortunately, it did so in a language that Nel was completely unable to read, which made it somewhat useless to her personally.

As Maria had explained yesterday, the communicators that the off-worlder's possessed handled translation duties for speech, but couldn't do anything about writing. Fortunately, Nel had (so far) only associated with people who possessed translators, so it hadn't been an issue. But since most of the crew didn't normally carry communicators, Maria had cautioned her about trying to talk with crewmembers aboard the spaceship.

Fortunately, many computers (including this one) were considerate enough to also display a gray bar across the bottom, which was rapidly being coloured green as the device performed its task. Once the bar was completely filled in, the task was completed, and Nel could reclaim her uniform...

Sophia abruptly made a distressed noise. "Oh my..."

Nel made a similar noise, her eyes widening in horror. "Is... are those my..."

Lying in a pile inside the machine was a pile of tattered cloth strips and metal mesh, their colour the only suggestion that they might have once been a combat uniform. Nel's combat uniform, to be specific. Some of it, at any rate. It had the look that suggested it had been feeding a family of moths for the ten years previous.

"I... think so... oh dear. What cleaning cycle did you tell the machine to use?"

"Cleaning cycle? Maria just put them in this computer and told me they'd be as good as new tomorrow."

"Is that right? What is... was your uniform made of?"

"Made of? Mostly cotton, I think. The main piece, leggings, and gauntlets are boiled leather with steel mesh woven in. The scarf and undergarments are silk. Why?"

Sophia sighed. "Mostly organic, right? I don't think Maria is very experienced when it comes to doing laundry. When you're cleaning clothes with a lot of organic fabrics, you need to warn the machine, otherwise it can't always tell the difference between the dirt and the fabrics. And stuff like blood. Especially when the clothes are really dirty, like yours were."

It was Nel's turn to sigh. She should have known these 'computers' were too good to be true.

Sophia pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I guess we'll have to try and find something else for you to wear."

"And this is... common?"

"Oh yes."

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Sophia was proving quite resourceful in certain areas, such as improvising wardrobes for clothing-deprived visitors from other worlds after a computer had destroyed their only set of garments.

"Not just used for festive occasions? Or perhaps ceremonial purposes?"

"No. It's casual wear, that's all. What do you think?"

"..." Nel replied eloquently, eyeing herself in the room's full-length mirror.

"I know the colours don't quite match you," Sophia admittedly, looking a little embarrassed about the fact. "But it's the only other outfit I have with me, sorry. How does it feel?"

"The pants are a little tight," she understated. "But nothing too serious."

"Don't worry, they're supposed to be that way."

"...I see. I don't suppose a belt is available? The top button seems to be missing..."

"Don't worry, that's on purpose."

"...I see. This top... I won't offend anyone, will I? It's rather light, and my undergarments seem to have been ruined along with the rest of my uniform..."

"Don't worry, the top is designed to be worn without a bra. Don't worry, it's thick material, and stretchy in the right places for support and, um, decency."

"...I see," Nel lied for the third time.

"Is it okay?" Sophia asked anxiously.

With some effort, Nel stifled a variety of responses and expressions.

In the absence of any other clothing, Sophia had produced her other set of clothing, which she had been wearing while being kidnapped by (and later rescued from) the Vendeeni. She had since elected to wear something more practical, but had reasoned that there was no reason that Nel couldn't use her other clothing until the problem was remedied.

'Other clothing' was a euphemism for what was clearly an engineered move on Sophia's part for getting Fayt's undivided attention. The sandals, Nel had no issue with, as long as she wasn't forced into any strenuous activity. Calf-length pants that were tight enough to severely restrict circulation and didn't bother buttoning up all the way in the front were another matter. A top that was held up by two straps thinner than her baby finger and offered a little too much circulation was the other half of the problem. The fact that, compared to Sophia, Nel was possessed of both a few extra inches in height and a few extra pounds in muscle only exaggerated the effect.

It wasn't that Nel had anything against flattering clothing, when circumstances allowed (not very often, these days). But her present wardrobe was somehow managing to both cover everything quite decently, and at the same time, doing a stunning job of letting a viewer know exactly what was being covered. Maybe Sophia thought otherwise, but Nel could see these clothes for what they were - courtship plumage.

"...I'm sure this ship has somewhere that we can get some other clothes, but I'm not sure where it would be..."

Countering the previous points was the incredibly earnest and concerned expression that Sophia was radiating like a high-powered thunder spell, which was having the effect of making Nel feel like the Commander of the Secret Legion of Puppy-Murderers. And considering that Fayt hadn't complained about the clothing she'd procured for him after breaking him out of prison, could she do any less?

Faced with the choice of feeling a little like a harlot or a lot like a heel, she reluctantly chose the former. "It's quite fine, thank-you. I'm... just having a little trouble getting used to not wearing my armour, that's all."

Sophia nodded fervently. After trying to remove the leftover armour remains (mostly steel mesh) from the laundry machine, she had been forced to settle for making two trips. "I never thought of that."

Neither had Nel until a few seconds ago, but she had no intention of offending the person who had gone out of her way to help her in her most recent time of need. "It is comfortable," she offered honestly.

And since when had she ever been that self-conscious? As serious as the situation was, this probably qualified as a vacation by her standards, and surely there was no harm in dressing down a little. Or a lot, as the case was turning out to be. Besides, this clothing still paled in comparison to some of the wardrobes from the Sanmite Republic. "I don't think I've ever seen this sort of fabric before."

"I guess not," Sophia replied. "They're synthetic - that means artificial - fabrics. Most clothing these days is, although if you want, you can special order clothing with natural fabrics. They're nice too, but they don't last as long, and you have to be careful when you clean them."

"So I've heard," Nel agreed dryly, heading over to the table beside her bed. Thankfully, she hadn't included her weapons along with the rest of her uniform. She didn't think they qualified as 'organic' but the harness might have.

Sophia looked rather shocked. "You're going to wear those?"

"Hmm?" Nel finished adjusting the strap around her waist. The harness for her blades might chafe her waist a little, but it was hopefully only for a short time. And carrying weaponry had a way of making her feel less wanton. "Why not? They're my blades."

"Ah... I don't think you need to carry weapons around on board the ship..."

"I wasn't planning on using them," Nel assured her. "But they're family heirlooms, and quite valuable. And I thought this ship was a battleship?"

Sophia looked uncertain. "Well, yes, but people don't usually carry weapons around unless they're Security."

"Maria was carrying her weapon," Nel pointed out. "And nobody objected to my carrying these weapons yesterday."

Sophia seemed to give up. "Oookay. But just wear them, all right? No using them."

"Don't worry," Nel reassured her. "The last thing I want to do is upset anyone."

If karma were currency, Sophia would have been a millionaire.

In case her actions thus far weren't proof enough, Sophia had one-upped her performance by accompanying Nel to get breakfast. To be exact, Sophia had asked Nel if she would mind some company, as though Nel was actually the one bestowing the favour. Rather than bother arguing the point, Nel had immediately accepted.

This had multiple advantages, from her point of view. Firstly, she got to see more of the giant ship she was on. Secondly, she had someone to answer her questions. Thirdly, she got fed. As a bonus, she received a welcome change of pace from her learning sessions yesterday.

No fault to Maria, but the young woman's teaching methods resembled nothing so much as a concise, fast-paced, intense, military briefing. While Nel had nothing against the format, having been on both sides of the process frequently, experiencing it for hours on end was mentally draining.

In complete contrast, Sophia conversed. She answered questions, but she also asked questions, which was a first for Nel since leaving Elicoor II. It wasn't that she wasn't willing to answer, but she simply hadn't encountered any areas where she knew more than anyone else.

Until now, that is.

"So there are lots of people with runes like you?" Sophia wanted to know.

"A fair number in my own country," Nel confirmed.

"So how do you get your powers?"

"According to legend, Queen Aquaria I was given a relic called the Sacred Orb from the sun-god Apris. At the same time, her blood was infused with the gift of Runology, and has since been passed down through her descendents. The stronger and more direct the bloodline, the stronger the runological powers that the descendent can manifest."

"I see. So you have the powers inside you, the runes are just focusing devices?"

"More or less. They also serve to... polarize it. Pure runological power is difficult to use in any capacity, but if it is changed into something like fire or lightning, it can be directed much easier."

"That makes sense. According to modern symbological theory, certain patterns can convert symbological energy into more common types of energy, like heat or electricity."

Nel raised an eyebrow. "You know, I don't think I've met anyone else outside of my planet who knows much about Runology. Or Symbology, as you call it. Aside from you, and perhaps Maria..."

"It's not a very common study, really. But my father is a leading expert in Space-Time theory, and a lot of his studies centre around symbological energies, so I've learned some of it myself. "

Nel blinked. "What theory? And symbological what?"

Sophia looked a little sheepish. "Um... I'm not really sure how to explain it. It's pretty advanced stuff, even for us. I don't understand a lot of it yet, but I've learned some of the more common symbological material, like symbol patterns."

"Which is how you recognized my runes earlier," Nel realized. To her chagrin, she was beginning to realize that she had underestimated the girl. "Are they used by other... worlds?"

Sophia shook her head. "A few low-level examples. But from what Fayt said, the level that your world uses Symbology at is very rare. He said that you actually built a weapon that could damage a battleship's shields, and I've never heard of anything like that before."

Nel couldn't keep from feeling a little pride at the statement. She would have to remember to tell Elena exactly how successful the Thunder Arrow was, in the greater scheme of things. And knowing Elena, the woman would already be thinking of ways to improve the device.

"...the only other world I've heard of that might come close would be Expel," Sophia continued. "They developed a type of Symbology that they called 'Heraldry'. Several centuries ago, they documented the use of a symbological weapon that they called the 'Lacour Hope', which was supposedly able to destroy an entire island in one shot. But they didn't record how big of an island it was, or whether it was 100 symbological or not."

"Interesting," Nel observed. "You seem quite well-studied in this area."

Sophia reddened at the praise. "Well, my father is an expert in the field, so I guess some of it rubbed off. And I've already taken some symbological theory in my school's program."

"Schooling? What sort of studies do you people partake in?"

"Hmm... that depends, I guess. The older you get, the more choices you have. I'm enrolled in Space-Time scientific studies at my school."

"And what do those studies entail?"

"Um... it's hard to describe. It's mostly different branches of physics, but there's also a lot of math, engineering and other sciences involved."

Nel nodded, suitably impressed. "That's an impressive variety of studies. And you choose to take these studies? What other options are there?"

"Well... there's the Arts. Things like music, architecture, media studies, and acting. Or the Sciences - biology, chemistry, physics, archaeology, that sort of thing. And there's lots of different kinds of engineering studies... robotics, mechanical, computer, civil, deep-space, and, um, lots of others. And if you get really advanced, the studies all start to overlap each other and get really complicated. Really, there's studies for almost everything you can think of."

"Clearly... but surely no one person would have time for them all?"

Sophia shook her head. "Oh no, that would be impossible. Usually you decide what area you're interested in, and concentrate on that area. That's why I'm focusing on Space-Time Sciences. That's my father's field of study, you see."

"You mention that earlier, " Nel noted in approval. "So you're following in your father's path, similar to myself."

"Oh? What does he do?"

"He... was the leader of the Secret Legion in my country, until several years ago."

There was a brief pause as Sophia correctly interpreted Nel's use of the past tense. "Oh... you mean he... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

Nel smiled, waving aside her concern. "That's alright. He died honourably in battle, while saving the lives of many soldiers under his command. He was both an excellent leader and a good father, which is how I remember him. And I'm sure that you'll do an excellent job of following in your own father's footsteps."

Sophia flushed again, as she was clearly prone to doing under praise. "I hope so. Ah... what kind of studies do you have on Elicoor II? Does everyone learn about Symbol-I mean, Runology?"

Nel stifled a smile, but didn't object to the topic change. "As a matter of fact, no. The majority of people receive no formal schooling at all, save what is passed down from parent to child."

"Really? What about you?"

"I have fairly strong runological powers, as well as noble lineage. So I've been studied in both runology and scholarly pursuits. As much as a soldier like myself could expect to be, at any rate."

"Scholarly pursuits? What's that?"

"Reading and writing, mostly. For myself, there were also areas such as map-reading and politics."

"Doesn't everyone learn how to read and write?"

Nel shook her head. "I imagine that more than half the peasants in my country lack the ability to properly read and write. It's even worse in Airyglyph, I understand. My Queen has, on occasion, expressed interest in improving matters, but the war has given us other priorities. But that may change, with the recent peace treaty."

"That would be a good thing," Sophia agreed. "I haven't taken many social studies courses, but I know that for cultures to advance, it's important that as many people as possible know how to read and write, to improve communication."

"Then I will be certain to tell my Queen that when I see her next," Nel decided firmly. "I suppose that you people would be in a position to know about such matters. And I would like to see more of my people able to improve their lot in life. I suppose it's little wonder that Fayt was able to offer so much knowledge to us."

Incidentally, upon inquiring about Fayt earlier, Sophia had replied that Fayt was probably still sleeping, so she would let him wake up on his own. Or else wake him up shortly before they arrived at Moonbase. The two of them had talked a great deal the previous night, but the death of his father was clearly (and understandably) affecting Fayt a great deal. To his credit, the boy was doing his best to put on a strong front (especially around Maria), but...

Nel didn't pretend to understand everything about the recent situation, but it seemed fairly obvious that Fayt was due for some serious eye-opening events in the near-future. In fact, both he and Maria were clearly counting on it, hence their traveling to Moonbase right now. With that in mind, it seemed only right to let him rest awhile longer.

Nel pursed her lips as something else about Fayt came to mind. "Come to think of it, what manner of studies is Fayt enrolled in?"

"He's enrolled in Symbological studies at the same school as me."

A doubtful look. "Is that so? To be honest, he didn't seem to display much interest in such matters while on my world..."

Sophia sighed. "He's... not the best at studying, really. He's really smart, but he spends too much time playing sports and his Battle Simulator games."

Nel raised an eyebrow. "Battle Simulator games? What are those?"

"Well... did Maria mention something called a holodeck?"

"She used one while teaching me a number of things. It's a room that can create images that seem real?"

"That's right. You can use them to play games on, too. Fayt plays a game that uses the holodeck as a battle simulator, which creates monsters for him to fight. He's spent a lot of time on it, when he should have been doing more studying."

Nel checked herself to make sure she wasn't drooling. "It creates monsters to fight? But not real monsters, obviously. That might be considered dangerous for many people."

"The program has safeguards to keep you from being seriously hurt. I saw Fayt with a bruise, once or twice, but never anything more. But he's pretty good, I think."

"Indeed... perhaps that explains the surprising level of skill he displayed in combat while on my world."

Sophia giggled. "Don't tell him that! He'll use it as an excuse to spend even more time in the simulator! But was he really good? I mean, Fayt was saying that both you and Cliff and Maria were really good..."

"Well-" After a moment's consideration, Nel decided not to mention that both herself and Cliff - and later on, Maria - had clearly all had vested interests in keeping Fayt safe from serious harm. Thus, whether Fayt had realized it or not, he had rarely been in the thick of any fights, and never for very long. But just the same...

"-He conducted himself quite admirably," she informed Sophia honestly. "Truth be told, I hadn't expected such a level of talent from him."

"Well, he sure spends a lot of time in his Battle Simulations," Sophia agreed. "He was even trying to get me into them... oh! I know how we can cheer Fayt up!"

"Hmm?"

"We could invite him along for a three-person game!"

There was, Nel realized, a new problem developing. Namely, a very large, goofy, stupid-looking smile was beginning to appear on her face, despite her best efforts.
"Really?"

"It might get his mind off things for a little while," Sophia decided. Looking back at Nel, "Do you mind? Just for a little while?"

"I would be happy to help out," Nel assured Sophia. Very, very, very happy to. "When can we start?"

"Erm... why don't we go try it out first? And then we can surprise him when he wakes up."

"Lead the way."

If her memory of this spaceship's corridors was accurate, Nel was fairly certain that the holodeck that Sophia led them into was a different one than what Maria had used. Despite that, the appearance inside was the same, right down to the glowing green grid lines that were etched along the floor, walls and ceiling.

Sophia cleared her throat. "Computer?"

"Working."

"Um... can you bring up the VR Battle Simulator program?"

"Loaded. Please be aware that due to the Aquaelie running at combat readiness, certain environment simulations may be restricted to conserve computing power. Do you wish to specify parameters?"

"Um... can you... access the last time I was using it on Hyda IV?"

"Affirmative. Please enter identification."

There was an object built into the wall near the entrance, possessing most of the characteristics that Nel was beginning to associate with computers, particularly the 'keyboard' and the 'monitor screen'. The characters that flashed across the monitor screen were gibberish, as usual.

After several seconds of rapid typing by Sophia...

"Battleground loaded. Monster level E. Character profile 'Flare Witch Cecillia Femina' loaded. User level E. Accumulated points... 001. Awaiting instructions for second individual."

Sophia gave Nel an appraising look. "Create a new profile, I guess."

"Character name?"

Sophia gestured for Nel to reply.

"Nel Zelpher."

"Character class?"

Nel gave Sophia a confused look. "Class?"

Sophia shrugged. "Er... my character is a 'Flare Witch', whatever that means. In this game, I'm a Symbology user. Fayt plays as a 'Sword Master', because his character uses a sword. What kind of fighter are you?"

"Um... I would be... a Runological Soldier, I suppose?"

"Error. This class is not registered in the databanks. Do you wish to input the specifications for a new class?"

Sophia looked pained. "Um... let's not worry about that. Computer, can we bypass this step?"

"Affirmative. Character 'Nel Zelpher' will be listed as 'classless' until further notice. Please specify the type of weapon you wish the simulator to provide."

Nel drew one of her blades and gave it an experimental spin. "Can I use my own?"

"Affirmative. Parameters can be customized at a later time if desired. Start program?"

"Start program," Sophia agreed.

"Preparing to commence. This simulation system may abort a game if it detects that player safety is at risk."

Abruptly, most of the holodeck grid lines dimmed, and several new lines appeared around the outside edges. An arena for battle, complete with boundaries, it could be assumed. Strangely enough, it almost seemed to cover more area now, than the holodeck had originally. And at the same time...

"So it can create clothing and weapons as well?" Nel observed in surprise.

Sure enough, Sophia's clothing had been overlaid with some glowing green patches, on her shoulders, chest and legs. Given the style and positioning, Nel assumed it was intended to function as armour. Strapped across the back was a long, wooden-looking stick with a star-shaped object affixed to one end - a runological wand, no doubt.

"This is probably the default armour design," Sophia guessed, looking herself over briefly.

"It didn't create any for me," Nel noted.

"Maybe it's because you don't have a class. I didn't think it would be so complicated to get started. Fayt set it all up for me in a few minutes."

"I'm sure it won't be a problem," Nel decided firmly. "We're just starting on a basic level, correct? I'm quite accustomed to combat. This will be good practice for me, as well."

"Are your clothes going to be okay?"

"I'm sure they will be," Nel assured her. The top was certainly in no danger of restricting her freedom of movement, although the footwear and pants were another matter. "I'll just set your sandals off to the side for now. Barefoot is actually good for fighting, aside from the lack of protection. And the computer claimed that it would avoid letting us be harmed, correct?"

"That makes sense," Sophia admitted. "You're sure picking this up quickly, you know."

Nel couldn't help but flush a little. "I'm trying my best. Under the circumstances, I would prefer to avoid inconveniencing others as much as possible."

"Don't worry about it. I think you're doing fine," Sophia assured her, returning her attention to the battle field. "Start simulation, computer."

On cue, two shapes materialized on the far side of the holodeck.

"Our opponents," Nel guessed, taking in the Orcish-looking characters. If they were anything like their cousins on Elicoor II, they were fairly slow and stupid creatures, which probably made them perfect as 'easy' opponents. These particular examples were holding proper clubs instead of crude tree branches, but that was the only obvious difference that Nel could see.

"Impressive," Nel admitted, looking for any flaws in the images before her. It was a futile attempt, right down the breathing and shadows underneath the creatures. "If I didn't know that this was all an illusion..."

"It can simulate Symbology, too," Sophia pointed out, taking the wand up in her one hand. "If I do certain motions with it, it simulates blasts of symbological energy, so I can attack from a distance."

"Impressive. And the enemies fight back, I assume?"

"They wait until you make the first move, I think," Sophia offered. "Are you ready?"

Nel shifted her stance to a more combat-suitable one. The clothing felt a little strange, but lack of weight helped to compensate. And the floor was offering excellent grip for her bare feet, which was also a bonus. "You get the right one, I'll get the left," she suggested. "Whoever's done first backs up the other."

Sophia steeled her features and nodded. "Right. Let's-"

Nel exploded forwards, charging straight for the monster on the left.

"-go," Sophia finished lamely, hastily beginning to make motions with her wand.

Even as the monster finally began to raise its club, Nel was already inside the weapon's arc, her own daggers already out and moving. Planting one foot on the ground firmly, she launched herself upwards in a spinning motion, both blades fanning outwards.

The first slice ripped through the top of the monster's arm, while the second tore across its chest. Letting the spin continue, Nel let her first blade come around again, passing through the now-maimed monster's neck. That done, she let her leg extend in a spin kick that served to knock the now-dead monster away from her, and let her bounce away to land a safe distance away from the other monster.

As it turned out, the last step proved redundant, since the second monster was still aiming towards Sophia. Unfortunately, Sophia had stopped attacking, and was now staring at Nel like she'd been transfigured into the Holy Mother Herself...

"Eyes front!" Nel warned, already shifting her weight in preparation for another sprint...

Sophia gave a squeek of dismay, jumping away from the monster's clumsy swing. Waving her wand in front of her, she conjured a blast of energy that struck the monster on the shoulder, serving more to stagger it than do any real damage-

-at which point Nel's airborne form blurred past at head level, an icy-silver glint passing through the monster's neck with only a hint of resistance. Landing, rolling, standing, and sheathing her blade was done with a smoothness and economy of motion that didn't seem to differentiate between the various steps.

Sophia was gaping again, much like the first time. "W-wow! You... how did you do that!"

Nel raised an eyebrow curiously. "Do what?"

"What you just did!" Sophia made several gestures to pantomime Nel's spinning attack on the first monster, and her aerial assault on the second. "Those moves!"

"Well, I am a soldier, you know."

"I know, but..." Sophia seemed at a loss for adequate words. "... wow. I couldn't do anything like that..."

Nel winced, briefly cursing her own stupidity. In her eagerness to cut loose and try out the latest development, she'd forgotten that she was with someone else. Someone else who, for the purposes of this exercise, was a trainee soldier. Had Claire been present, Nel knew she'd have (rightfully) earned herself a scolding. Now, how to try and undo a little of the damage...?

"I don't think you're looking at this the right way," Nel began. "You do realize that I've been training since I was a child?"

"Since you were a child?"

"That's right. You told me... that you studied... er, sciences, correct? I'm quite certain that your knowledge of science is far greater than mine in those areas. So should I feel ashamed for not knowing what you know?"

Sophia waved her hands in protest. "No, no! Of course not..."

"So the opposite should apply as well, right?"

"I guess so..."

"Exactly. That's the whole point of this, right? To get some practice in before Fayt joins us? So now that I'm sure that my shoulder injury is fully healed, we can work on improving your technique, right?"

Sophia nodded hesitantly. "I guess so."

"Exactly. And for the record, you did quite well back there. When faced with an incoming attack, instead of panicking like most people would, you evaded and counter-attacked. You should be proud of yourself for doing that."

"Er... really?"

"Absolutely," Nel affirmed, walking around so that she was standing behind Sophia. "Now... let us see if we can't teach you a few techniques. This program can simulate Runology, correct? Can it do more complex spells?"

"I think so. Fayt only showed me how to create those energy blasts, though."

"Could you show me how you create those energy blasts with your wand?"

Sophia obligingly waved her wand in the appropriate pattern in front of her, at which point a ball of white energy streaked outwards and splashed harmlessly against the far side of the fighting area.

"Again."

Sophia repeated the motions, sending another ball of energy on its way.

"I see," Nel mused, unable to keep a hint of surprise out of her voice. "You're moving your wand in a pattern that would be conducive to sending out a small blast of unfocussed runological energy. At least, it would if you had Runological powers. Really, this Battle Simulator is quite incredible..."

"You mean, it's a real technique?" Sophia interpreted, looking surprised.

"Not a very efficient one, but still a technique," Nel affirmed. "And if I didn't know better, the simulator is even duplicating the runological fluctuations that would be present if you were a real caster. But if this simulator can detect that... does that mean it can duplicate more advanced spells?"

"I... don't know."

"Then let's find out."

Reaching around, Nel grasped the girl's forearm, and felt the younger girl obligingly let her arm go limp. Moving the arm in a more complex pattern, Nel was gratified to see a belch of flame blast outwards from the end of the wand, scouring the far wall with a simulated burn mark.

"WOW!"

"That was a basic fire pattern," Nel agreed calmly. "It appears that this simulator can recognize Runological patterns and create the proper spell."

"That was a real spell!"

"That's right. This Battle Simulator appears to be providing the base power, but you are using proper spell-casting patterns."

Sophia turned to look at Nel, eyes now sparkling with excitement. "Can you teach me how to do that?"

"Lightning!"

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Nel nodded in satisfaction as she touched down on the ground again. Several paces away, the beheaded monster fell to the ground in a heap, fading into nothingness several seconds later. One thing to be said about this 'Battle Simulator' - it was a lot cleaner than a real battle.

Even more impressive was the game's attention to detail. Not only could it detect when Sophia was executing the proper runological patterns, it actually went so far as to simulate the flow of runological power that accompanied the spell. It was fainter than it should be, but the lines of force were definitely present. Sophia hadn't mentioned seeing it, but according to the outsiders, the ability to see the flows was something unique to those on Elicoor II.

Quite remarkable, this Battle Simulator creating something that Nel could see, but Sophia couldn't...

"Fireballs!"

Nodding in approval, Nel watched Sophia finish incinerating the last monster with a well-executed fire spell. She was somewhat slow on the execution of the spell motions, but what she lacked in speed, she seemed to be making up for in accuracy. And she was extremely conscientious about calling out her spells, which was a necessary procedure any time spells were used in a team setting (Fayt and Cliff's hearing had quickly improved after their first two near-misses). If Nel hadn't already revised her opinions on the younger girl's intelligence and aptitude, she would definitely be doing so now.

Case in point - she hadn't taught Sophia how to make one spell shoot three balls of fire at the same time. But the girl had taken the basic pattern, and - after one false start - flawlessly linked it three times in a row. In Nel's eyes, that wasn't the mark of genius, that was the makings of a prodigy.

Not to exaggerate the matter, but if Sophia had been an Elicoorian born in Aquaria, Nel couldn't help but imagine that Castle Airyglyph would have been reduced to a smoking pile of rubble the same week the war began.

"We did it!" Sophia was cheering. "Did I do okay?"

"You did very well."

"I think I'm really getting the hang of this spell-casting."

"You certainly are," Nel understated, giving a teasing look, "You're certain you've never done this before?"

Sophia pinkened. "Never. But once you taught me those patterns - they're just like the symbological force conversion patterns that modern symbological theory uses to create other kinds of energy. So it's like I already knew them, I'm just using them now."

Maybe she could introduce her to Elena, Nel mused, imagining the possibilities. "Well, I think I can safely say that no student of Runology has ever executed a triple-fireball spell on their first day of training. You clearly have some undiscovered talents in the area of Runology."

"I wouldn't say that-"

"And if you're going to deny it, you could at least provide some evidence."

Sophia opened her mouth, but was clearly at a loss to supply anything. "..."

"Exactly," Nel agreed, favouring the younger girl with a smile. For a moment, she was reminded of her younger days, back when Claire would occasionally blackmail or shame her into helping train the new recruits. "You are learning exceptionally quickly. I understand this is only a simulation, but trust me when I say that I've never seen someone pick up the fundamentals at the speed you are."

"Oh. Um, thanks."

"You're quite welcome. Are you feeling a little tired?"

"A little," Sophia admitted, but she was smiling again. "I can't believe I'm actually doing real Symbology! I mean, I know it's a simulation, but you said that I'm doing all the stuff that real spell-caster would do... this is incredible."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Oh, I am! I wish I could cast spells like that in real life too. I guess you can cast spells, right?"

"Of course."

"So why haven't you? I mean, I guess you haven't really needed to..."

"It's not that," Nel objected, although there was some truth to the statement. "I wasn't sure whether using real Runology would be a good idea here. I don't quite understand how this battle simulator handles fake runology, but I assume it does so... somehow. But I thought that it might be different with real spells..."

"Well, why don't we check? Computer?"

"Working."

"Can this battle simulator handle real Symbology?"

"Affirmative. This holodeck is capable of absorbing and adapting to real manifestations of symbological energy, while keeping the participants safe from harm."

"So there's no problem," Sophia decided, looking back at Nel. "Could you show me a few real spells?"

Nel raised an eyebrow. "I suppose so..."

"It's just that I've never actually seen real Symbology before. Even with the courses that I'm enrolled in..."

It was hard to refuse when the asker was technically showing more interest and aptitude than the majority of her home country's own Runological corps. "Well, if the computer says it's okay, I don't mind demonstrating..."

"Great! Computer, reset match!"

Obligingly, the battle simulator recreated the group of three Orc-like creatures that they'd been using for the last six matches.

"I bet you can do it all by yourself, right?" Sophia guessed.

She could, Nel knew. Even after increasing the difficulty level twice, this battle simulator still had a long ways to go before it started offering a challenge to half of the infamous "Double-edged Crimson Blade". But she had been concentrating on Sophia so far, and so had deliberately held back to let the trainee get as much practice as possible.

But since Sophia was looking for a demonstration... Nel allowed herself a small smile as she began to summon power.

To the side, she was rewarded with a small gasp of surprise, no doubt caused by the sight of Nel's runes beginning to glow white. One thing for certain, Sophia's "casual" clothing was doing little to hide the runes on her chest and shoulders.

"This is a basic fireball spell," she informed Sophia, her fingers rapidly tracing patterns through the air. "It's quick and easy to perform in the middle of combat... and requires relatively little power on the caster's part... Fire bolt!"

Instantly, a huge ball of liquid heat blasted out from her open palm, rocketing across the arena and completely incinerating the Orc in the middle.

"WOW!"

Nel glanced over at Sophia, whose eyes were bigger than should have been physically possible. She was rubbing her arms gingerly, which were slightly pink, no doubt courtesy of being a little too close to the fireball's blast. "I apologize, I should have warned you about the heat."

"Was that the same spell I was doing!" she asked incredulously, obviously considering her lightly singed arms to be of secondary import.

"Yes, although I was clearly putting more power behind the spell than this battle simulator does," Nel pointed out.

Sophia nodded vehemently. "And that's a basic spell!"

Nel glanced over to where the surviving two Orc's were advancing towards her. Apparently, burning their comrade to a crisp was enough to signify the start of the battle. So be it...

"By combat standards, yes," Nel agreed. "You were using these two spells as well... Lightning Blast! Ice Needles!"
In mere seconds, the first Orc was spasming helplessly on the ground, while a barrage of giant icicles had fatally impaled the second.

"And those are just like the spells I was doing?"

"That's right."

"You're fast at them!"

"You have to remember," Nel pointed out, "that these are combat spells. In the middle of a battle, it's absolutely essential to be able to cast these with as much speed and power as possible. It could very well mean the difference between living or dying. And I can assure you, I've been put to the test plenty of times."

Sophia nodded, more somberly. "I never thought of it that way, but I guess you're right. And these 'basic' spells are a lot faster to cast than more complex ones?"

"Somewhat. The biggest difference is in how much power I feed into the spell. Basic spells begin to destabilize if you try to make them handle too much power, which is where more advanced spells come into play."

"I see. Do you know advanced spells?"

"A few. Beyond basic spells, my primary focus is lightning-based Runology."

"So... what does an advanced lightning spell look like?" Sophia inquired, trying to keep her expression neutral (and failing miserably).

Nel smiled wryly. "Yes, I can demonstrate, if you like."

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Not at all. But you might want to take a few steps back, first."

Sophia quickly obeyed, clasping her hands together expectantly. "Is here okay?"

"That should be fine," Nel approved, turning her full attention back to the earlier target of the lightning spell. Once again demonstrating the realism and attention to detail possessed by the Battle Simulation, the Orc was slowly beginning to regain the use of its limbs.

Not quickly enough, however.

Planting her feet firmly on the ground, Nel began to trace a larger, more complex pattern in the air before her. At the same time, the runes across her body began to flare brightly, evidence of a far greater level of power than she had been using earlier.

Out of the corner of her vision, she could see Sophia watching with rapt attention, having apparently managed to override her blinking reflexes. Well, if it was a show the girl was looking for...

"Lightning Strike!"

"I hope you two are satisfied with yourselves."

"It's all my fault! I'm soooo sorry..."

"No, the blame falls to me."

Maria placed one hand on her forehead, as though staving off a migraine. "You blew out six nearby power junctions, several dozen amenities, and countless lighting arrays. And completely burned out the holodeck itself."

Sophia winced, looking shamefaced. "I'm really sorry. It's just, I'd never seen real Symbology before, and Nel didn't mind showing me..."

Standing next to her, Nel was looking even guiltier. "I hadn't realized how badly the holodeck would react to my Runology. But Sophia was just a spectator - I accept full responsibility for this incident."

Maria shook her head, briefly muttering something uncomplimentary about martyrs and where they should be relocated. "-and while you were guests on someone else's ship? I realize that neither of you are diplomats by trade, but really... combat spells?"

"Ah, don't be so hard on 'em, Boss," Cliff interjected. The Klausian's expression indicated that he wasn't the least bit upset, and was probably trying his best not to laugh out loud. "Even the ship's computer told them it was okay to go ahead, right? And how could Nel have known that electronics and lightning don't mix? And how could Sophia have expected a planet like Elicoor II to have such powerful Symbology?"

"That's beside the point," Maria insisted, briefly redirecting her glare. "The fact still remains that they shouldn't have-"

"I don't want to interrupt anything, but..." Standing in the open doorway, Commodore Wittcomb was looking at the scene with a small amount of interest. "I just received the preliminary report from my Engineering staff, who managed to download the holodeck's passive sensor reports before they were destroyed."

"Commodore," Maria greeted. "I'm sorry about all this-"

"It was my fault," Nel interjected, taking a quick step forwards to face the man who's ship she had managed to damage.

The Commodore raised an eyebrow. "You are the responsible party? My engineers are rather curious - and a little desperate - to know how you managed to smuggle a device capable of such a voltage spike aboard my ship without us knowing about it."

A blank look. "Er... a 'voltage spike'?"

"A voltage spike," Wittcomb agreed. "A sustained three-second, 250 million volt power spike, if our sensors are to be trusted."

Cliff whistled in admiration. "Daaaaamn. No wonder Crosell jumped so high..."

"And it goes without saying that such devices are explicitly prohibited by UPF laws."

Nel swallowed, rising a glance sideways. It wasn't that she wasn't willing to take responsibility, but she would like to actually understand what she was guilty of in the first place. "Er, Maria? What are-"

Maria sighed. "With all due respect, Commodore, I think we had best start from the beginning. Cliff and I were telling you about her before, but I don't think I've had the chance to formally introduce you to Nel."

There was a brief pause as the Commodore looked at her again, now looking rather surprised. "So... you would be our guest from Elicoor II?"

Nel nodded, offering a polite bow of her head. "Nel Zelpher. And I am sorry about... damaging your holodeck."

"I think we can consider that to be water under the bridge," he assured her. "No combat-critical systems were damaged, and this ship has several holodecks still operational, so we'll manage quite fine. But how exactly did you manage to create such a voltage spike in the first place?"

Nel shook her head. "I'm not quite certain what a 'voltage spike' is, but I was casting a lightning spell, and suddenly everything seemed to... go dark. Sophia and I tried asking the computer what had happened, but we received no answer. And then Maria arrived and brought us here."

"Elicoor II is an underdeveloped planet," Maria noted, "but we've had ample opportunity to see that they possess a strangely advanced level of symbological knowledge. That voltage spike was created entirely by Nel's own symbological powers, as unbelievable as that may sound."

The Commodore's expression had gone from 'curious' to 'stunned' at Maria's explanation, but he recovered quickly. "I see. Maria, Cliff, regarding what we were discussing earlier... I'm beginning to think that perhaps there is some merit to it."

Maria nodded, looking over at Nel. "To make a long story short, Nel, we've received news that the situation on Moonbase is... potentially dangerous. This ship - the Aquaelie - is presently not crewed for an infiltration mission, so I've volunteered Quark's services in that department. Especially since Fayt and myself have a vested interest in whatever might lie there. Hopefully, we won't have any trouble. But if things do get dangerous, the likely source of our problems tends to react badly to lightning."

Nel looked incredulously between Maria and the Commodore. "You mean..."

"You're under no obligation," Commodore Wittcomb stressed. "But the way things are shaping up, this mission is appearing more and more critical. Something out there is calling itself 'The Creator' and is trying to destroy everything, which includes your own world. What we're after right now may quite possibly give us a way to fight back. To be honest, we don't see any other option."

"I'd be honoured to assist in any way possible," Nel assured him. "I owe you people a great debt, and on behalf of my people, I'd be happy to help in any way possible."

"Good to have you along," Cliff voiced. "You might want get back into combat scrubs, though, huh?"

Amazingly enough, Nel had almost managed to forget what she had been wearing since this morning. Chalk it up to an abundance of distractions, more than likely. "About that-"

"Looking damn fine, though-oof!"

"I can't take you anywhere, can I?" Maria muttered, withdrawing her elbow from Cliff's stomach. "Is there a problem, Nel?"

"Um, Maria," Sophia spoke up, "I think you destroyed Nel's clothing in the laundry. You're supposed to warn the laundry processors when you're giving them organic fabrics."

"Organic...? Ah. I see." Maria had the grace to look a little embarrassed. "I'll remember that for next time. Commodore, I hate to impose further, but..."

"-Nel's current wardrobe is clearly unsuited to combat," he agreed. "Not to worry. My ship has tailoring facilities on-board, so it shouldn't be any trouble. And I think some body armour for all you might be in order. My ship does have some equipment which I'd be happy to loan out to you and your people..."

Cliff waved the offer aside. "Ah, me and the Boss'll be okay, I think. Just worry about Nel and Fayt."

The Commodore raised an eyebrow. "Are you certain? No offense, but I would hate to see you venturing in unprotected-

Maria coughed delicately. "It's not that. Cliff and I... are already wearing armour, that's all. Exceptionally good armour, in fact."

"The best the UFP has to offer," Cliff agreed, grinning shamelessly. "Do you handle warranty concerns?"

Wittcomb looked confused for a moment, but then smiled. "Somehow, I'm not surprised. But I'm afraid you'll have to show me proof of purchase."

"Damn, always a catch."

"Anyway," Maria pressed on, giving the Klausian a glare. "Clearly Fayt and Nel will need some protection, so we'll take you up on your offer. Actually, if you could also spare a blaster with a little more power... My own is a little too compact and discrete for the present circumstances, I think."

"I can imagine. I'd be happy to lend you out something more capable for this mission."

Maria looked hopeful. "I don't suppose that you've received any shipments of the new AW-9 pulse gun?"

"Yeah," Cliff added, "you wouldn't believe how hard it is to locate an isolated, insecure shipment-ouch!"

"We do our best," Wittcomb assured him, unable to keep a look on amusement off his face. "We expect to arrive at Moonbase in several hours, so you can relax a little for the time being. Has Fayt woken up yet?"

"Oh no!" Sophia exclaimed, finally speaking again. "I was so caught up in- I forgot about him! I'll go wake him up right now!"

Wittcomb nodded as she rushed out the door, heading for Fayt's quarters. "Maria, is there anything else you foresee the mission requiring?"

Maria shook her head. "Cliff and I will be reviewing the Moonbase schematics and see what we're up against. The others can join us once they're properly fitted."

"That sounds like a plan. In that case, Ms. Zelpher, why don't I escort you to our tailoring facilities and we can see to getting you fitted?"

Nel wasn't sure how to properly start a conversation with the man who's spaceship she had damaged, so she settled for falling into step beside the Commodore.

If nothing else, she could recognize prime command material when she saw it. The relaxed, friendly, yet calculating demeanor was more than a little similar to people like Claire or Woltar. People who didn't obsess mindlessly about combat, but were more than capable of handling affairs when they turned hostile.

"I'm sorry for not recognizing you at first," the Commodore was saying. "Things were rather stressed when you first came on board, and your present attire is quite inconspicuous in comparison."

"I was fortunate that Sophia had some clothing to lend me," Nel agreed, rather happy to hear that her clothing warranted the label of 'inconspicuous'. Not that she had believed Sophia to be lying, she had simply been... skeptical.

"So," the Commodore began, "How have you been getting along so far?"

"Quite well," Nel assured him. "People have been exceptionally helpful, in fact. And your ship's accommodations have been excellent."

"I'm glad to hear that. And don't worry too much about the holodeck damage. Like I mentioned before, no one was hurt, nothing important was damaged, and this ship has others in the meantime. And I admit it probably would have taken a demonstration to convince me."

"Convince you?"

He nodded. "When Maria and Cliff told me that they believed you - from an underdeveloped planet - could be a valuable asset on this mission, I was more than a little skeptical. Even when they tried to explain your symbological powers, I had my doubts."

"Sophia said that rune- I mean, symbological powers are rather rare?"

"Very," Wittcomb agreed. "In the world of modern combat, Symbology is considered to be, at best, a second-rate concern. It simply lacks the power and flexibility that modern weaponry possesses. But suffice to say, you going to make more than a few people reevaluate that opinion, myself included. I assume that you're not the only one of your people with such abilities?"

"Not at all. A great many people in my country have such powers."

"And the strength of your abilities?"

Nel shrugged. "I am fairly talented, but my area of expertise is somewhat more grounded in weaponry. Normally, I use my magic to supplement my fighting skills."

"Is that so? I'm almost afraid to ask what a dedicated Symbology user would be capable of."

Claire's father sprang immediately to Nel's mind. For all Adray's bluster and antics, the man was definitely a lethal person to have for an opponent. "Quite a bit more than I could do," she assured him.

"No doubt. At any rate, I suppose you would probably appreciate a better explanation about what you're getting into?"

"If possible," Nel admitted. "I understand that there are laws prohibiting the disclosure of certain information to people like myself..."

"We discussed that earlier," the Commodore assured her. "We have a law known as the Underdeveloped Planet Preservation Pact, or as we often call it, the UP3. It states that we're not permitted to make contact with planets such as your own, least we radically influence their development. There are countless examples of such contact resulting in... unfortunate results."

"I understand that much," Nel agreed. "My presence here is also in violation of that law, correct?"

He nodded solemnly. "To say nothing of Maria actually going so far as to teach you about many things. But as I said, I discussed the issue with Maria and Cliff. And we've come to a satisfactory decision regarding your presence."

"And?"

"The law makes exceptions and clarifications to account for... unusual situations. For starters, crashing on your planet was beyond their control, since their craft was heavily damaged in combat. Additionally, their lives were threatened if they didn't share their advanced knowledge."

Nel tried to keep her facial expression neutral. It wasn't easy, considering that she'd done her own share of threatening early on.

"And of course, the Vendeeni appeared later on, forcing them to take more drastic measures. And even then, they quickly acted to stop the Vendeeni, and they disclosed a minimum of knowledge to your people in the process. So I think that no punishment need apply to them."

"I'm glad to hear that," Nel agreed. "But what about myself?"

"Your world is what is sometimes termed as a 'Contaminated World'. Put simply, it means that your planet's development has been radically altered, beyond repair."

"Which means...?"

"In other words, the damage has already been done. The common approach is to simply withdraw and hope that things work out, and learn from the mistake. As I understand it, you were at the forefront of most of this, making you the most affected by the recent events. And you were drawn into our affairs in such a fashion that you were taken off the planet."

"For medical aid," Nel agreed.

"Maria and Cliff have argued - and I'm inclined to agree - that without your presence, things could have easily been catastrophic. Firstly, Cliff or Fayt could have been tortured into revealing far more information - or possibly even killed - but you rescued them. Secondly, when the Vendeeni first arrived to capture Fayt, you went so far as to help provide them with a means to resist. Thirdly, when the Vendeeni attempted to capture your 'Sacred Orb', an incredibly powerful object even by our standards, you assisted the group in stopping the attempt. And lastly, during the uneven standoff between the Vendeeni commander and Quark, you broke the stalemate, almost at the cost of your own life. And considering how badly things were looking for our side, you quite likely saved both Fayt and Maria from being captured or killed.

"I never quite looked at it that way."

"It's all a matter of perspective," Wittcomb assured her. "It's a fact that we - meaning everyone - are facing an unprecedented threat from an unknown source calling itself 'The Creator'. We know very little at this time, but there is a distinct possibility that Fayt and Maria represent our last chance at survival. And without your help at various times, we would almost certainly be lacking that chance right now. So I think you can understand that we're inclined to be a little lenient in your particular case."

"I see... I hadn't realized that Fayt and Maria possessed such... power."

"We don't know for certain. It may not be a matter of raw power, but a matter of being able to apply it in a previously unknown fashion. But I'm not exaggerating when I stress their importance right now."

Nel nodded slowly, working the sudden influx of information around in her head. "Then... you mentioned that this 'Moonbase' could be dangerous? Is it wise to allow them to venture into a hostile territory?"

He nodded approvingly. "You definitely have a military mindset. Yes, it could be quite dangerous. But our options are limited at the moment. And we're hoping that their presence will result in us finding some information that we haven't located yet. But yes, it's imperative that they not come to harm, which is why I can at least supply equipment, even if I don't have men to send with them. And it's why we're asking for your assistance right now."

Things seemed a little clearer to Nel at this point. She was being asked to help with bodyguard duties for Maria and Fayt. "I still don't think I understand exactly how I can help, though. Maria was saying something about my lightning magic?"

"That's right. How to explain... are you familiar with robots?"

Nel shook her head. "I'm afraid not."

"They're... computerized machines."

"Maria has told me a little about computers... and I'm familiar with some machines."

"Machines controlled by computers," Wittcomb allowed. "We often use them for security purposes, since they can do much of what a person can do, and there is no loss of life if they are destroyed."

To Nel, 'robots' sounded a little like the ancient machines from the kingdom of Greeton. Little surprise that such devices were in use here. "I see. Quite useful, I imagine."

"They are. Moonbase uses a contingent of security robots to assist in defending against any invading forces, should the occasion ever arise. Unfortunately, with the recent turmoil, the central computer that oversees the robots has... malfunctioned. I'm receiving reports that the computer has begun attacking both friend and foe indiscriminately."

"Which would include us?"

"Exactly. They're not invincible, but they are extremely difficult to destroy. But the computers that control the robots are vulnerable to strong electrical forces, assuming that you can get past their shielding. But considering that what you just finished doing to the systems of my ship, I'm willing to bet that a few security robots would be child's play in comparison."

"I see. In that case, I will certainly do my best."

"I'm glad to hear that. And I have no intention of sending you into a potentially hostile situation without as much protection as I can give you."

"Yes, you mentioned that..."

"What I'm about to order is something that is technically forbidden by the UP3. But as I explained, I'm inclined to believe that we owe you a great deal. And on such an important mission, it only makes good sense to equip you with the best I have at my disposal. Now, I didn't hear the whole story, but it appears that your original clothing was entirely organic?"

"Except for the chain mail, yes. Sophia said that you use 'synthetic' fabrics now?"

"Exactly. And we have a wide variety of such fabrics. The clothing you're wearing right now is doubtlessly optimized for comfort. But we also have synthetics designed for durability and protection as well. And I'm going to request that your new clothing be fashioned out of such materials."

Nel raised an eyebrow. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but is that permissible under your laws?"

"Not in the least," the Commodore assured her, giving her an amused smile. "But, since I have a vested interest in keeping you safe and operational during this mission, I'm going to bet that if we use material that's advanced enough, your people will be completely unable to duplicate it, thus eliminating the potential problem."

Nel's other eyebrow rose as well. "That is certainly a... novel approach. Are you sure it will work?"

"It should be at least several centuries before your people are even able to analyze the composition of the fabric. And several more before they discover the methods used to manufacture it. Or do you think otherwise?"

Nel shook her head. "Actually, I was referring to you. Are you sure you won't get in trouble for doing this? Perhaps I could return the clothing after this mission is done? Rather than risk any repercussions?"

The Commodore waved her concerns aside. "Trust me, I'll handle the paperwork on my end. Think of it as a souvenir, if you like. You strike me as a person who can appreciate a good set of armour. And if you're going to visit another world, you might as well bring back something good to show for it, right?"

One hour later, heading back to meet with the others, Nel was walking on air.

Not literally, of course. But The Smile was present, again.

It was the same smile that had been cropping up with disturbing regularity, ever since she'd found herself displaced from her home world. It was a smile that belonged on a giddy, mindless flower girl, not one of the Queen's most-trusted warriors. It was a smile that was going to ruin her reputation if she didn't get it under control.

This time, The Smile was in reaction to her new clothing, if such a mundane word as 'clothing' even applied anymore. But everyone else called it 'clothing', and her vocabulary lacked anything better, so she would call it clothing - very special clothing.

Nel hadn't entirely understood Commodore Wittcomb's orders - something involving the phrases 'blank check', 'I'll clear it', and 'one for the record books' - but the tailor had clearly been given permission to make some very good clothing for her.

The lack of blueprints had been solved by using 'security cameras', which were apparently devices that could display past events on computer monitor screens... such as Nel arriving on the spaceship (and gaping at everything), Nel walking down a corridor (frantically looking for a chamber pot), Nel sitting down to lunch with Maria (and refusing to believe that people willingly drank 'coffee')... It was the sort of thing that anyone in charge of kingdom security (i.e. Nel) was guaranteed to turn green with envy over.

Once the tailor had obtained enough images of her in her original clothing, he had set to work recreating the same uniform - except with new materials. And after learning that Nel's idea of a 'normal' uniform included about sixty pounds of chain mail and steel plate, the tailor had quickly stopped fretting over issues such as 'weight' or 'comfort'.

Nel didn't know what the fabric was, but a single layer was apparently far superior to any armour plating her own world could boast of, and was up to ten layers thick over vital areas. Her leggings and gloves were more of the same, except they had somehow been made stretchy, to avoid any loose fabric tripping her up in mid-maneuver. Steel and iron were apparently long obsolete as well, since her arm bracers, boots, and breastplate were now lined with 'ceramic composites', and could be expected to successfully block anything short of an attack by a celestial ship. Yet the entire outfit weighed less than her old uniform.

And if that wasn't enough, the clothing came with a bonus. It was all layered, with a heavy, no-nonsense outer shell for serious situations, and a lighter, casual-looking inner liner. Which meant that the next time Claire blackmailed her into attending a royal ball in a dress instead of a duty uniform, she was going to attend wearing a demure, maidenly gown, combined with delicate forearm gloves and leggings, and still be better armoured than any soldier in the entire castle.

And that was causing Nel to smile so much it practically hurt, even as she reluctantly tapped the button to make the door to the meeting room open. She was smiling like an idiot, was probably stuck facing her friends like this, and there was nothing she could do about it. Because she knew that nothing was about to change her facial expression-

"Fire-"

-except seeing Sophia halfway through casting a fireball spell point-blank into Fayt's face.

"Eeeep!" That was Sophia's approximate reaction to suddenly finding her arms yanked upwards, and Fayt's expression of interest replaced by Nel's expression of disbelief.

There was a moment of stunned silence in the room as Fayt, Maria and Cliff all tried to make sense of Nel's surprise entrance.

"Hi Nel," Cliff finally greeted. "Nice threads."

"Um, Nel?" Sophia began worriedly.

"You were casting a fireball spell!" Nel exclaimed.

"Well, yes-"

"Directly at Fayt!"

Sophia gaped, along with the rest of the room's occupants.

Nel exhaled, finally releasing Sophia's arms and stepping aside. "Sophia, I understand that this holodeck will... protect people from being hurt, but I still don't think you should be putting it to the test like that."

Another moment of stunned silence echoed throughout the room.

It was Fayt who finally broke the silence. "Um, we're not on the holodeck, Nel."

Nel blinked. "We're not?"

"No, we broke it," Sophia added. "Remember?"

"But the Commodore said that there were several holodecks on this spaceship..."

"But this isn't one of them," Fayt assured her.

"I guess you saw my hand motions," Sophia guessed, "and assumed that I was playing on the battle simulator, right?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"That's okay. It's an honest mistake. But I'm just doing the motions, that's all. There's no power behind it, right?"

Nel's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Anyway," Maria interrupted, shifting position so that she was addressing the room at large. "If I could have everyone's attention? We'll be arriving at Moonbase within the hour, so I hope we're all ready. Our mission is to find something in the Leingod Research Facility that hasn't been found yet. Hopefully, Fayt's presence and mine will make the difference.

"The bigger problem is likely going to involve getting there. A transporter jammer protects the facility itself, so we'll be using a shuttle to enter via the nearest working shuttle bay. Depending on how close we can get, and the condition of the station infrastructure, we could have several kilometers of station to traverse in the process. As you're probably aware, the station's security system is presently shooting at anything that moves, friendly or not. If we're lucky, we can just avoid them altogether. If not... we fight our way there. Which is why Commodore Wittcomb has authorized the use of the Aquaelie's equipment. Including these."

Holding up a non-descript ball slightly larger than her fist, Maria allowed everyone to see it. "These are military-spec EM bombs, which we're hoping are strong enough to disable the security robots. Fayt, you and I will be carrying as many of these as we can manage. Nel and Cliff, carry what you can without interfering with your movement, and Fayt and I will resupply you as needed. We're not sure how effective they'll prove against military-grade hardware, but we'll give them a try. If they prove... ineffective, that's where you come in, Nel."

"My lightning Runology?" Nel inquired.

"Exactly. If necessary, you'll want to be using your most powerful spells from the outset. We don't know how many obstacles will be present, so we can't afford to have you exhaust your abilities prematurely. Hopefully these EM bombs will do most of the work. Regardless, our own safety is paramount, and we all need to exercise the utmost in caution the whole time. We may be wearing armour, but that's no reason to put it to the test. Is that understood?"

All the occupants nodded affirmative.

"Good," Maria approved. "Then until we arrive, everyone at ease."

Cliff sidled over to Nel, who had regained her earlier expression, and was once again staring confusedly at Sophia. For her part, the girl was engaged in a hushed conversation with Fayt.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked Nel.

"I'm fine."

"Then what's bugging you? You're not still hung up on that fireball thing, are you?"

Nel frowned at him. "We're not on the holodeck? You're certain?"

The Klausian shrugged. "Yeah, I'm sure. This is just a meeting room, that's all. Why?"

"Because she was casting a fireball spell before."

"Yeah, you were saying that. But just waving your hands in the air doesn't mean-"

Nel cut him off, lowering her voice to a whisper. "I know that! It doesn't matter what her hand were doing, I could see the spell forming!"

"You could see it?"

"Yes!"

By this point, Maria had picked up on the hushed conversation. "Something wrong?"

Cliff shrugged. "She says that she saw Sophia casting a fireball spell."

"I did!" Nel insisted. "It wasn't very powerful, but she was definitely forming the spell. I thought it was just the holodeck duplicating the Runological fluctuations..."

Maria frowned. "I remember you mentioned that you Elicoorians can actually see Symbological fluctuations..."

"That's right," Nel agreed. "I could see the fluctuations on the holodeck, but Sophia couldn't. Which is only natural expected, right? Since she couldn't normally see them in reality?"

"I'm never tried using Symbology in a battle simulator," Maria admitted. "But I wouldn't be surprised to know that it can duplicate the effects of some symbological spells. But mimicking the energy fluctuations behind the spells as well? We've never even had devices that could properly see them, so how would we know what to program the simulator to duplicate?"

Nel shrugged. "I don't know."

"Besides," Cliff interjected. "I've never heard of another race that could see like you can. What would be the point of making the Battle Simulator simulate something that only a race from an underdeveloped planet could see?"

Maria raised an eyebrow. "That's a good point, actually. And in addition to all that, the holodeck can't visualize something and only let one person see it. If it made something visible, either both you and Sophia should both have seen it, or neither could have."

"I don't know," Nel repeated. "I just know what I saw before."

"Maybe it was a trick of the light?" Cliff suggested.

"It doesn't work like that. It's not like it's just another colour... it's... I just see it, okay? And nothing else looks like it. And I know I saw Runology being used on the holodeck by Sophia before. I just assumed that the holodeck was doing a good job of simulating the spells. But now you tell me that that couldn't have been?"

"Pretty much," Cliff agreed.

"But that means it must have been real," Nel reasoned. "But Sophia told me that she couldn't do any Runology. She only knew some basic theory from her schooling. So how could she have done it for real?"

Maria looked genuinely mystified. "I'm afraid I don't know, Nel. Sophia is a Terran, and Terrans don't manifest Symbological powers like your people do."

"They don't?"

"There hasn't been a confirmed case in centuries," Maria assured her. "And even that was quite weak."

"But you said yesterday that you're Terran, right? And you have powers? And what about Fayt?"

Maria opened her mouth, but closed it again without saying anything.

"Maria and Fayt are pretty unique cases," Cliff supplied helpfully.

"Oh."

Maria opened her mouth again, and actually managed to say something. "Cliff?"

The Klausian raised an eyebrow at her. "Yeah?"

Maria inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled again - a sure sign of someone trying to force themselves to calm down. "Sophia's... family name. What is it?"

"Uh..." Cliff frowned, concentrating hard. "We came across her name back when we were trying to track down Fayt on Hyda IV, because she was listed as traveling with him and his family... Esteed, I think her name was. Yeah, you were saying what a funny coincidence it was for her to have that last name and be traveling with Dr. Leingod..."

Cliff trailed off, a strange expression forming on his face. "Hey... waaait a minute, Boss. There's no way you're thinking that-"

"Maria?" That was Sophia, cautiously approaching the group.

"Yes?" Maria was facing slightly away from the others, but by the time she turned, her face was smiling as though she hadn't a care in the world. Her eyes clearly indicated otherwise, however.

Sophia didn't appear to notice, apparently having her own concerns for the moment. "Fayt and I were just talking about something... and he says that it would be up to you."

"Oh?"

"Well, yes, you see, Fayt told me what he knows about this stuff. And I don't understand everything, but I can tell that you're hoping to find some pretty important information. Um... heavy information, I mean. And if at all possible, I'd really like to... um, be there with Fayt. If possible, I mean. For... support, you see. I know it's dangerous, but if there's any way I could maybe come along...?"

Maria smiled again, her eyes never changing. "You'd like to come along with us?"

Sophia nodded slowly, looking rather hesitant, but forcing herself to speak. "I know it's dangerous, and I know I can't be any help fighting. But Fayt and I have been friends for our whole lives, and things are really rough for him right now, especially with his father and all. So if there's anything I can do to help him out..."

"You've known each other that long?" Maria asked curiously.

"That's right," Sophia agreed. "Our parents were always really good friends, you see. And my father worked on several projects with Fayt's parents, you see."

"Not Dr. Clive Esteed?" Maria inquired, actually managing to do a credible imitation of surprise.

"You've heard of him?"

"I'm familiar with some of his work, yes. Quite a brilliant man... and he's your father? I've always wished I could meet him someday."

"I could introduce you two, I'm sure."

Maria's smile was patently forced at this point. "I would love nothing better, believe me."

"It's a date, then. But about what I asked..."

"Of course. You'd like to come along with us... what does Fayt think about this?"

"Well, he likes it, but he also knows that it could be dangerous..."

Maria stood up. "I think that something could be arranged. But why don't we include him in the conversation?"

Leading Sophia back towards Fayt (who was looking more than a little nervous himself), Maria left Cliff and Nel to their own devices.

Cliff sighed, leaning against a wall. "Ah dammit. This business just gets better and better."

Nel glanced to where Maria was now engaging Fayt and Sophia in conversation. "Is Maria okay?"

He gave her an incredulous look.

"That was a rhetorical question," Nel replied. "I know she's not okay. This is where you tell me why she's not okay. You two were both fine until I pointed out that both Maria and Fayt seem to have Runological powers. And Maria clearly knew that already, so I'm not sure what could be so shocking about me telling her that."

"It's nothing," Cliff assured her.

Nel glared.

"Okay, it's not nothing," he allowed. "It's... nothing certain. Not yet, okay? And you kind of hit on a real touchy subject for her."

"I didn't mean to do that, I was just trying to get an explanation for-"

"I know that, and Maria knows that," Cliff agreed, waving her apology aside. "Look, just let it slide for now, okay? What are they saying right now?"

"How would I know?"

"Well, you eavesdrop on everyone else, I just assumed-ouch! What was that for?"

"As if you didn't know. To say nothing of your 'damn fine' comment from before."

"That was a compliment!"

"Hmph. If that passes for a compliment where you come from..."

"You know, I think you're just a little insecure in your-oof!"

"Pig," Nel muttered, withdrawing her arm. "And don't think for a moment that you've distracted me from the issue at hand."

Cliff smirked, but didn't deny the charge. "Can't blame me for trying, right?"

"Cliff? Nel?"

Both turned to face Maria, who had both Fayt and Sophia in tow behind her. To judge from the latters' expression, the conversation had resulted in a satisfactory decision on Maria's part. Which likely meant that-

"A slight change in our plans," Maria announced. "Sophia has asked to come along on this mission, and after talking with her and Fayt, I agree. Cliff and Nel, you two will still be taking point, with me as backup. Fayt's priority will now be Sophia's safety, and we'll proceed as planned."

"Works for me," Cliff agreed, as though taking non-combatant teenage girls on dangerous missions was the most normal thing in the world. "Hey, Fayt, why don't you go find some body armour for Sophia to wear? We're going to be in range of Moonbase soon."

Fayt nodded, placing a hand on Sophia's shoulder. "Good point. Hey Sophia, let's go find you some equipment before we arrive."

The other three didn't say a word until the doors had slid shut again.

Cliff was the first to speak. "Boss, do you really think that-"

Maria shook her head. "I don't know, Cliff. What I do know is that Fayt has a habit of being heroic in a fight, and I don't feel like watching him be heroic against something equipped with machine guns or lasers. Now that he has to concentrate on his best friend's safety, he'll be more cautious, which will work in our favour. And I think Sophia can be trusted to be cautious regardless."

"So you're letting Sophia come along just to manipulate Fayt into behaving better?" Cliff asked, sounding amused. "No other reason at all?"

"I don't know." Maria replied, a hint of steel entering her voice. "And I'll thank you to refrain from speculating. It's just a series of coincidences and names, and there's no real proof. And we're not going to let our imaginations run wild until we know more about this business."

"You don't really think that-"

Maria cut him off with a snap of her hand. "Topic closed, Cliff. Consider that an order."

Cliff nodded, looking resigned. "Gotcha, Boss."

Maria offered a strained smile towards the room's other occupant. "Nel, I can't order you, but I would appreciate it if you would keep silent about what you saw for the time being."

Nel returned the smile, seeing it for what it was. She'd seen the same expression far too many times before - in a mirror. "I understand. There's hardly any sense in starting baseless rumours."

"Exactly. We have a little time before arriving, so let's go find a working holodeck. It can't hurt to give you a demonstration of what sort of hostiles we might encounter."

"I would very much appreciate that."

"But no more Symbology for you," Cliff warned.

"Ass."

"And a sexy one at that."

"Children..." Maria chided, a more genuine smile starting to creep onto her face.

"Yes, mommy," Cliff replied in falsetto. "Can we go play with the robots now?"

Nel was smiling too, as she followed behind them. Back when her and Claire had first had their present positions bestowed upon them, Adray had joked that they no longer had to worry about trying to get promoted. When you were in charge of protecting your land and its people, under only the Queen herself, there simply wasn't any higher position available. Or so Nel had thought.

Though completely unexpected, it appeared that she'd managed to join the ranks of a group of people charged with trying to save all of creation. And now she was less than an hour from a critical mission, armed with her family's legendary blades, a suit of armour that Apris himself would have been hard-pressed to equal, and Runology that could just prove to be the group's wild card on this mission.

If that wasn't a promotion, she didn't know what was.

Author's Notes:

Erm... right. Another 'abstract scene' done on 'a whim' is now finished. This chapter got WAAAY out of hand, but I guess there's nothing for it. In fact, I think I just doubled the size of the story. It wasn't supposed to be anywhere near this long, honest.

I haven't bothered doing this yet, but in lieu of several whoppers I've pulled out of my ass during this chapter, I feel entitled/obligated to a minor rant afterwards for anyone who cares. I was interested in trying to make a chapter focusing mainly on Nel/Sophia, but trying to think up meaningful topics that they could share was giving me some grief. Not only is Sophia frequently regulated to the role of a) acting depressed by her inabilities, b) Fayt's cheerleader, or c) insipid one-liners, her presence doesn't make a whole lot of sense at first.

Why did she even come to the Moonbase in the first place? Nel/Albel's presence is rather strange as well (considering the UP3), but at least they're fighters. Less so for Peppita, but the game at least offers the explanation that her race, Velbaysians, are capable of bursts of extreme strength and agility, coupled with her highly praised dancing talents.

Nothing of the sort is given for Sophia, and there are no previous hints in the game that she can actually use Symbology. Yet there she is, joining the battle party on a romp through hostile territory, suddenly on her way to developing the game's most potent array of magic spells? Plot-wise it's convenient, putting her in a position to directly find out that she's got a symbol in her genes, just like Fayt and Maria. But logically, I dunno.

At any rate, the strategy guide's brief mention of her interest in Symbology caught my interest, suggesting a possible common starting point with Nel. Upon further examination of the game's dictionary... ye gods, enrolled in Space-Time studies? Far be it for me to stereotype, but you'd never guess, would you?

Anyway, as the size of this chapter might suggest, things seriously snowballed from there (Nevermind over a dozen pages that I finally decided to omit). In a nutshell, I wanted to try my hand at making a halfway-believable reason for: a) Nel to continue with the party to Moonbase, b) Sophia to continue with the party to Moonbase, c) Sophia to start developing Symbology, and d) Nel to get equipment upgrades to let her fight against more modern opponents. Why, yes, I do have bad habit of over-rationalizing the video games I play.

Eh, enough rant. Next chapter - Peppita takes center stage!

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