So, I was well and good to leave this one at a singular pilot for now and maybe pick it back up, but it's been bouncing around in my mind and I can't just leave it alone. I already explained the concept of the story so I won't repeat that. But what would I want to continue on? Well, I wanted to see their reaction to the greater galaxy and some other stuff such as our friendly neighborhood space wizards, and ships. Massive, massive ships.

So, I am going to continue where I left off last time back on the ship in the middle of hyperspace en route to the destination.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my laptop. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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Previously...

"Well, when you've been kidnapped by pirates when you were eight-years-old and the ship you're hitching an involuntary ride on gets attacked by the Ascendancy for 'trespassing'-," he had to make sure to include air quotes, "-and your escape pod you steal in the chaos gets slung around a star, you tend to get over being thrown over a hundred years in the future quite quickly as survival becomes paramount." He looked at the now browned planet. "Looks like you did a bang-up job of destroying her."

"Who are you?" Hiro asked.

The man paused, he contemplated telling them nothing. But he figured as fellow Terrans it wouldn't hurt. "Name's John Kazden, pilot for hire. You need something found or transported and you got the Credits, I'm your man."

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Tachi. Enroute to Coruscant, Hyperspace.

[Doom 2016 OST – Rip and Tear]

The blue tunnel of hyperspace passed by as music played softly from the back of the vessel. Meanwhile, in the back of the ship where said music was coming from, John was pounding away at a punching bag. There were a few reasons for this. The first was to vent the frustration he was feeling with the whole situation he found himself in with these kids on his ship, the second was to keep in shape. The music that was playing was oddly fitting. He had let the kids out several hours before, keeping them busy with the holonet library he kept on board. But that didn't mean that they didn't see him repeated beat the inanimate hell out of a punching bag with hits that sounded like they would legitimately hurt if they landed.

The kids had long since 'settled in', and by that it was meant that they had found suitable changes of clothes and were promptly eating John's food. Of course, this annoyed John. But the worst part was that they kept asking him things. Why they couldn't go back. Why he was there. Why, why, why, why, why. It got grating to the extent that he just set them in front of one of the free monitors, dragged up a bunch of camping chairs, and sat them in front of mindless holonet entertainment. And that's how he got to this point, punching a punching bag to vent instead of punching or yelling at some kids that didn't really know what they were getting themselves into or how lucky they actually were by not being on Earth anymore. It was gone, you could see it from orbit. The little green and blue ball that he had grown up to love and yearn for was gone. And whoever this 'APE' group has definitely had an impact on it. As to how much, he had no idea. It could have been their actions that led to the desolation, or their rise after the fact had nothing to do with it.

John walked past the kids who didn't spare him a glance as they were entranced with the performance of the 'Face of the Empire'. Well, former Face. Apparently, he was a member of the New Republic military now. He headed over to his personal quarters and cleaned up and came back out seeing that they were still watching the 'idiot screen'. By now it had been almost ten hours since leaving Earth behind. He looked down at his chrono on his wrist and compared it against the galaxy map. He was ahead of schedule. He chalked it up to the mysteries of hyperspace. He went up to the ladder into the cockpit and took a seat at his chair. He looked at the console and flipped the current music selection to something more... thematic.

[Fox on the Run – The Sweet]

John looked at the map's countdown as it slowly ticked down from thirty seconds. As it did, the old Earth song started gaining in the compartment below. Enough so that they started to gather behind him and even taking seats listening to the odd music. John's hand reached towards the lever that controlled the hyperdrive and slowly pulled back allowing the observers to see what reversion to realspace looked like.

In front of them was a giant world made of metal. It was the night side of the planet as the glow of millions if not billions of lights below glowed, scattering their photons across the sky. It was at this point that John turned off the autopilot and took control of his 'baby'. He moved the vessel towards the Coruscant defense fleet's corridor for incoming and outgoing vessels. The kids' eyes were as large as platters.

"What is that?" Ichigo asked, pointing to the massive vessel in the distance.

"That?" John asked nonchalantly. It wasn't the first time he saw this particular vessel. "That's Lusankya, an Executor-class Star Dreadnaught. Nineteen kilometers of engineered destruction." The children were in awe. They had never seen anything this big. While the Plantations were absolutely massive. Nothing could compare to this currently sleeping giant ready to spring forth when poked in just the wrong way. "There's a few more of her class sitting in system supported by hundreds of Destroyers and other vessels and tens of thousands of fighters."

Right as the children were about to ask another question about this hyper-advanced civilization, a crackle of static rang out over the communications suite. "Tachi, this is Coruscant control. Please transmit your IFF," the female voice came over the speakers.

"This is Captain John Kazden of the Tachi, transmitting IFF now." He pressed a button and the line went dead.

A few seconds passed and the voice returned. "Tachi, you are cleared to proceed. Please obey local laws while on-world."

"Copy that, control. Over and out." He flicked a switch and the suite deactivated and a set of squares appeared on the main viewscreen showing a path to follow. The children didn't ask any questions regarding that. They had overheard radio calls like this before with transports that would take them to and from places. It was clear what Coruscant Control wanted and John gave it to them.

There were a few other things that John pointed out as they descended through the atmosphere. The rest of the ships that were pointed out were the Imperial-class and a few Mon Calamari cruisers patrolling. The two things that they seemed to gravitate towards were the Skyhooks and the Golan Defense Platforms that dotted the skyline. John filed that away for later hearing them mention 'Cosmos' at least once. But it sounded more like a proper noun rather than a not proper one.

The planetary defense shields weren't active, so flying in and out wasn't a problem, control just wanted to see where they were going. The shields made reentry a trivial task. Once below the clouds, the children could see the planet-sized cityscape. "Welcome to Coruscant. The entire planet is one giant city," John answered before any of them could ask. "Also known throughout history as Imperial Center and the 'Birthplace of Humanity'."

That caused the eyebrows of Ichigo to furrow. "But Earth is the birthplace of humanity," she rebutted.

"No one exactly knows where humans came from. Some sources say some kind of ancient alien conspiracy, but that's been lost to the sands of time." He bookended the conversation as they merged into a major lane for larger vehicles, like his. The traffic system of Coruscant was an organized chaos of mental awareness and autopilot programming.

After navigating through traffic, the end of the journey was nigh with the visual revelation of the Jedi Temple. An ancient structure that had stood for several thousand years, despite the fact that it went through some… remodeling within the last thirty years or so. To this day, no one quite knows how much history was lost to the annals of time when the Jedi were almost exterminated. Some speculated several thousand years of Jedi history and galactic history that the Jedi participated in. What could have proven to be truthful or false still currently exists as myth and legend? There were no words said as they approached, the children marveling at the monolithic, ziggurat-like structure on center stage, the only remnants of what lay on this planet in a sea of forged and laid-down metal.

As they approached, a slab of permacrete jutted out and started to raise up on enormous hydraulic and repulsorlift engines to reveal a hidden hangar. A pylon extended with a landing platform large enough to hold a ship larger than the Tachi. John carefully piloted his ship and landed it on the platform, the weight of the ship pressing against the landing struts sounding off with a slight metal on metal groan. He started the shutdown sequence and the engine whine started to slow down to a dull hum. He stood from his pilot's seat and went down into the main cabin.

James looked back up to the kids still currently in the cockpit. "Stay here, don't touch anything," he ordered. He picked up his jacket from the bay, put it on, and straightened it out. He didn't want to make a bad impression, not that it couldn't be any worse. He pulled the Holocron out of his jacket pocket and tossed it. "What could be on this thing that was worth all this trouble?" he muttered to no on in particular. He placed it back in his pocket and opened the hatch. It rotated counter-clockwise thirty-three degrees before parting and a ramp extended and lowered to the ground.

He walked down to see that the platform was being drawn inside of the hangar already. When he made it down, in the center of the hangar bay was the person who contracted him for this job. "I'm glad to see that you made it back safely," the black-clad male greeted.

"Not that whoever decided to set up camp made it easy," John replied. "Master Skywalker, you're looking well."

"As are you, Knight Kazden."

John looked at him as if he was dragging up old news. "You know I don't go by that anymore. I left, handed over my lightsaber, and decided to go my own way in life."

"That you did. But I feel that you've come away from the resting place of the holocron with more than you expected."

"You sensed that?"

"No, your tagalongs are sitting in the cockpit and aren't making an attempt to hide." John turned around to see the whipping of long hair as they attempted to hide. "Their presence doesn't bother me."

"Almost nothing bothers you," John rebutted. He sighed before continuing, "Would you be willing to take them off my hands?" Luke could only lift an eyebrow in question. "Their planet is going to hell. If this is like other planets I've come across, they've got maybe fifty years or less before they're totally screwed. I know your sister has connections with Alderaan relocation groups, maybe she can get them with families on one of those settlements."

"And you can do nothing?" he questioned more out of curiosity more than anything else.

"What do you expect me to do, huh?" he gestured back to the cockpit. "I'm a smuggler and man-for-hire. The only connections that I have are of a business relationship, not humanitarian ones." He paused for a moment before continuing. "And between you and me, those kids are giving me the wrong vibe."

"I sensed it too as you arrived," Luke agreed. "Something about them is abnormal and somewhat familiar."

"I've felt something like this before when I was around that Rex guy," John recalled.

"Yes…" Luke pondered. "They do have the same general feeling about them."

"You think they could be clones?"

"I will have to meditate on this," he replied. "But of course, we should take care of outstanding business. Do you have the Holocron?"

John pulled it out from his jacket pocket and held it in front of him. "What's on this thing anyway?"

Luke took it and replied, "If what the old Jedi records tell are correct, this is the personal Holocron that belonged to the Outlander. He was a Jedi of the Old Republic that helped found a coalition of Jedi and Sith and defeat the Immortal Emperor."

"Sounds like an important figure to lose all that history on some backwater planet." Luke raised an eyebrow at that. "Just because I lived there doesn't make it untrue."

"The records that you helped track down and then follow led you to a place forgotten by the wider galaxy." Before John could ask about payment. "The credits were transferred to your account the moment you entered the system."

"Of course, you did," John stated being completely unfazed by the Jedi master.

"How long are you going to be staying in the system?" Luke asked as he put the Holocron in his robes.

"Until either their affairs are squared away, or another job comes up. Whatever comes first."

"You are concerned about them," Luke observed.

John paused for a moment. Did he actually care about them? "I don't know. They're fellow Terrans displaced in a larger galaxy. I pulled them out of that shithole, it's the least I owe them."

After a moment, Luke decided to change the subject, "Why don't you introduce me to them?"

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Hours later found John in a seedy bar. One specifically on the level of 1313. There was a reason he had run away from the highest level of Coruscant to this seedy place. He and Luke had learned a lot from the kids. They were child soldiers, raised from birth to defend their 'plantations', massive moving structures in lieu of cities that roamed the wastelands of Earth. But the thing that set the two adults off was the fact that they were called 'parasites' and relished in the status that it gave them, the ability to defend their roaming cities. Children defending adults. Add on the fact that this practice had been performed for the better of a hundred years, that definitely put a bad taste in their mouths.

After that, Luke had elected to take the kids on a tour of the Grand Temple of the Jedi while John found his way here to drown his sorrows. Sure, there were plenty of cantinas on the upper levels, but none compared to the 'charm' that this cantina had. But it wasn't just the children why he was here; this location was also known by smugglers and bounty hunters alike to find leads or to gain employment. Occasionally you'd see some swanky upper-crust type wander in and either hire someone for a job off the books or to party and end up getting cleaned out of everything they had on them. In fact, one time he had seen an old salt, a veteran of the Clone Wars if he remembered correctly, that had been so insulted by some yuppie senator that he robbed him, stripped him down to his skivvies, hogtied him, and threw him in a turbolift car sent to the top level. They did try and press charges, but everyone covered for him.

As he downed his Corellian brandy, a hand slammed onto his table. "Human!" the being shouted. He looked up to see a buffed up Gamorean. Kind of hard to miss with the pig-like features. "You took my seat!"

"I don't see your name on it," John retorted. He tried to take another sip but it was knocked out of his hand and the glass shattered on the ground. "Well, that was uncalled for." His collar was grabbed and was thrown clear across the table. "And that was really uncalled for."

Outside, a group was approaching the bar. They had been told by their chaperone to not wander far as the megacity would 'swallow them up' if they went down the wrong pathways without knowing where they were going. After all, they were almost a thousand feet under layers of city with thousands more beneath them and the surface of the once-garden world. As they walked with their black-clad guide, they asked him questions, questions that he freely answered. He was Jedi Grandmaster Luke Skywalker who was the current leader of the New Jedi Order, an order of gifted individuals that could control an energy field known as the Force to some extent; although, he phrased it as 'use' rather than control. His sister was the current Head of State of the New Republic, a galactic government of thousands of worlds consisting of both humans and aliens who worked together as much as possible to preserve peace between them. Something that they were more than willing to do since the last twenty-plus years was filled with a civil war that raged through the galaxy's populace. The biggest culture shock to the children was the fact that there were aliens that weren't trying to outright kill them like the klaxosaurs were always trying to do.

As they approached the bar that captain Kazden preferred, they heard what sounded like a fight going on inside. Master Skywalker didn't look at that concerned about the safety of those involved. The next thing they saw, a human came flying out of the bar and landed on his back. He jumped back up in one movement and ran back inside. That was Kazden. As they came closer, they heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, a fistfight. As they came to the entrance, Skywalker held an arm in front of the children and before they could even ask why he was doing that, a green blur flew across and embedded itself into a wall directly across from the entrance. It was a green man-like pig. As the group entered the cantina, they saw Kazden sitting down in a chair that had just been turned back up.

He seemed to notice them as well. "Skywalker, fancy seeing you here," he slurred. "Can I get you anything? It seemed like piggy-boy decided to leave a very large tip for the bartender which gets you a free drink." Luke shook his head. "No? Ok. And the kids," he paused for a moment, remembering that they were all underage. "Wait, never mind. Another brandy for me!" The bartender nodded and proceeded to produce a glass tumbler filled with amber liquid. He took a sip and paused again, "Speaking of which, why are you here? And why did you bring them?" he made sure to point at them while holding his glass with an extended pinky of all things.

"Because, there's been a vergence in the Force, and it involves them and you," Luke replied calmly. The calm tone was laid underneath with serious undertones.

"Oooh, a vergence he says," John replied with finger movements that were definitely insulting, that much the children could tell, but it didn't even faze Master Skywalker. "Must be really important to drag you kiddos down here. So, what you got, Skywalker? Lay it on me!" He placed his elbow on the table and placed his chin in his free hand, waiting on whatever Master Skywalker had to say. To the children, it was odd to see how the two adults acted. One was calm and collected, the other was aloof and was much different than the persona showed upon his own vessel. The more observant of the children, primarily Ichigo, reasoned that it had to do with the liquid he was drinking.

"The lost son of Terra must return home and help prevent disaster," Luke answered cryptically.

There was a pause for a moment before John asked, "That's it?" He scoffed as he looked around the bar once more. "All this way just for that? You could have called if that was all." He stood up and drank the rest of his glass in one smooth swig. "Not only that, but it's the vaguest, cryptic shit I've ever heard of." He paused, thinking of more words. "Lost son of Terra? That could mean any of the boys at this table. Even him," he scoffed as he pointed to Hiro. Zero Two seemed to take offense at that. "A feisty one, she is. Better keep your eye on her, hm?" he commented to Hiro.

"It can only be you," Luke interrupted. "You know the feeling you had about them? You were right."

"You mean about them being-?" John asked.

"Yes," Luke completed.

"What are you talking about?" Ichigo butted in.

"Yeah, what do you mean?" Goro added.

John looked at them and back to Luke. "Existential crisis?"

Luke eyed them as well, "If they didn't know already? Yes."

"We should probably end this conversation now, huh?"

"That would be the best."

"So, lost son of Terra… sound like a bad holovid feature," John commented.

"Despite how bad it sounds it doesn't make it any less true."

John took another drink. "What do you want me to do? Take them back? You know that backwater dirtball will be absolutely barren and incapable of hosting life in under ten years. Even if they are… well, you know, they'll still be around to die extremely slowly, assuming that they don't starve to death."

Luke merely shook his head. "No, the Force is telling me by returning these children to your homeworld, and allowing them to complete their roles, they will save their homeworld."

John breathed in; he wasn't convinced. "Tough sell." He shook his head. "You're asking me to risk a lot for little reward."

"Please," the two adults heard Hiro say. "Our plantations need us. The longer we're away, the higher the chance of them being wiped out by the Klaxosaurs."

John slammed down the rest of his drink. "Why would you want to sacrifice your lives for a bunch of lazy-ass adults, huh? It's the job of the adults to protect the children." He saw the glance that Skywalker was giving him. "Funny, trying to make me into a hypocrite." He looked at the kids and saw that they genuinely wanted to go back. "I'm going to regret this, and if I die it's on your head, Skywalker." He then looked to the kids. "Be at my ship at first light. I sure as hell am not flying drunk as a skunk. Now, get out of here before I change my mind."

Several hours would pass before John would leave the tavern and return to his ship on the upper levels. As he left the Gamorrian appeared again, this time with a blaster. He fired a flechette and killed him on the spot. Thanks to the specs of the weapon, he recalled the flechette. Returning topside, he returned to the temple and slept off his inevitable hangover. At 0500 hours Tachi woke him up and he started flight prep including refueling and rearming. He had a feeling that he would need the extra concussion missiles and proton torpedoes as well as the proton mines. He also needed to make sure that extra slug rounds for his Gatling PDCs were also ready in their magazines. Once he was satisfied and sat in the cockpit waiting for those odd kids to arrive.

He went down into the galley and prepared the largest pot of caf and the had ever prepared, he was going to need it. Once done and getting a mug of the stuff, he browsed the holonet for the usual news, including the weather and estimated sunrise times. Apparently, he still had about a half-hour thanks to the time of the year. While the planet has been climate controlled for millennia, the axis of the planet still tilted with the seasons affecting the number of sunlight hours. As he kept his eye on the primary entrance to the hangar, he contemplated what he really needed to do, he noticed that the kids arriving with Skywalker.

He walked out and dropped the loading ramp. Of course, being the courteous person he was, he walked out to greet them. And by greet, he told them to hunker down in the common area. Before he could say anything to Skywalker, he held out John's old lightsaber. "Trying to get me to join the order again? Seems like the wrong time to do so," John commented.

Skywalker merely shook his head. "No, I think you'll need this now more than ever. You handed it to me when you quit the Order. It's time it came back into your possession."

"There's something that you're not telling me," John scrutinized Master Skywalker.

Skywalker nodded. "A tough decision lies ahead. Your willingness to rise up to the challenge will help determine their fate."

"So, no pressure then," he sarcastically rebutted.

"Let the Force guide your actions, and your path will become clear."

He paused for a moment before sighing. "You're a real enigma, you know that?" Skywalker looked to him expectantly, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. John took the lightsaber and attached it to his belt. "If I die, I'm haunting you."

"I don't think that it will come to that."

"If you say so," John resigned, still completely unconvinced. John started to walk away towards his ship when Skywalker spoke once more.

"May the Force be with you," he said in farewell.

"I feel like I'm going to need it," John responded before he closed the hatch. He wandered back up to the cockpit and started the pre-flight sequence after tossing the lightsaber in the co-pilot chair next to him. A few minutes later, he was lifting off and taking flight into space once more.

The time it took the travel back to the dying planet of Earth took the same amount of time it took to come from there in the first place. The only difference was that when they arrived there, John intentionally had reverted back to realspace well before Luna's gravity well could have affected him. This had alerted the children which had prompted more questions. His answer?

"I got a bad feeling about this," he had warily replied as his hands flew over the different instruments available on his craft, searching for… something.

"What do you mean?" Hiro asked.

John was silent until there was ping on what would have sounded like an old sonar. "That," he pointed towards a monitor. "Satellites it looks like. Ones used intentionally for shooting down asteroids." He pointed towards the tiny specs in the distance that enlarged to several dozen meters wide weapons platforms. "They're in a grid, it looks like." He rubbed his chin in thought. "That's going to make it tough to get down to the surface."

"So, what, you're just going to give up?" Goro asked.

"No," he said as he stood up. "It just means we'll have to do something completely stupid and suicidal." He started to walk towards the engineering section.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Ichigo asked, caution lit up as she walked back with him, the rest of the children also following.

"Sweetheart," he called out to the ship, "chart a course for the surface at FTL speeds."

"Warning: Course cannot be charted without disabling the gravity well failsafe on the hyperdrive," the ship replied.

John merely rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I'm walking back here. Chart the course as a hypothetical, time exactly how long we need to be in hyperspace to bypass the security grid."

"Processing," the ship responded.

As it did, he opened a panel in the floor revealing a large device that looked like what someone would consider a large, futuristic, engine block. He hopped down into the bay and started tapping away at a display that was located on the block. It was then that Ichigo realized what was going on. "Wait a second, you're going to land at light speed?" she shrieked. "That will kill us! You should just surrender to APE, they'll let you leave once we explain that we stowed away."

He continued tapping away at the display until he found the setting that he needed to authorize the override for. "No can do, missy. I killed a bare minimum of twenty men during my turn and burn a few days ago. What they'll do is arrest me, torture me for information, tear my ship apart, and then more than likely kill me as some sort of show of force. I don't do dying like a bitch. Plus," he said as he tapped the final icon he needed to, "I wouldn't endanger my life unless I knew that I would make it out in once piece," he finished as he leaped out of the bay with a single jump and covered the panel. "Sweetheart, analysis status?"

"Complete. Course charted. Estimated time from the current position to twenty meters above the surface in hyperspace is 2.557 seconds. Any longer and we will be atomized," the ship replied.

"Odds of survival?"

"Less than 1 in 2,258,237," the ship flatly replied.

"And for those with the reflexes of a Force-sensitive?"

"One in five."

He hummed as he walked back up to the cockpit and strapped himself in. "I like those odds." Before any of the children could say anything more, he activated the hyperdrive and waited the allotted time, allowing the Force to guide his actions. He flung the lever back once more and they reverted just in time to see a canyon. He veered into it and pulled out to level out his flight path. "See? One piece." Saying nothing more, he changed course once more towards the last location that he had picked up the children at. As he approached, alarms started to go off. "Sweetheart, activate the worm and let's show them your teeth."

"What are you doing!?" Hiro asked as armored plates moved aside to reveal the arsenal the small ship carried.

"Targeting them back," he replied. "Give me an open channel." There was a single beep before he started speaking again. "This is the warship Tachi, you're aware of my capabilities more any anyone. I'm escorting a group of children back into your arms. Any craft that opens fire on me will feel the summed firepower of the state-of-the-art arsenal onboard shoved up its ass. We'll all die together. This is my only, and final, warning. Stay clear, and stand down."

Moments before Nana and Hatchi had received word that the craft that had left three days prior had returned. Moments later, all of their sensors went haywire with missile locks. Two other Plantations that had been called upon to provide security during the search for the children had also received tens of dozens of missile locks each. The signatures of the missiles matched nuclear and what appeared to be antimatter at first glance. Then came the message in clear English. Lay off, or we all die. The order came down from the top, stand down. They opened the landing bay that Doctor Franxx and Zero Two had arrived at originally. The Tachi approached its engines roaring as it made its final approach.

On the landing bay itself, there were dozens of guards waiting along with Nana and Hatchi. The spaceship 'landed' by floating in midair, the engines were still running. The door opened to reveal the children and they ran down the loading ramp towards their caretakers. The guards attempted to take a step towards the ship, bot noticed that a laser had been painted on them, giant turrets that were intended for ship-based targets followed their every move. The hatch closed and the ship peeled out at top speed. At the same time, all of the Plantations and the FRANXX machines simultaneously had their motion trackers light up with hundreds of randomized targets all going randomized directions. No one knew where the Tachi went.

The children were questioned but told the adults nothing. Grandmaster Skywalker had been very clear, only tell them that the pilot found them on his ship and returned them, nothing more.

XxXxXxX

Weeks later, Gran Crevasse. After the battle.

A figured sped towards the newly created hole in the middle of the earth at blinding speeds. It hovered just under a meter above the ground it approached. In fact, all of the APE forces that watched the Gran Crevasse missed it as it passed, writing it off as some sort of insect crossing the camera. This figure was riding a 74-Z speeder bike, a vehicle that was considered military surplus during the age of the New Republic which equipped its forces with more updated equipment. It approached the hole and floated down slowly as the repulsorlifts caught the slight incline downward. Once at the bottom, the pilot took to walking on foot.

He followed the blue gooped cavern until it opened up into a large antechamber. The figure removed the night vision goggles he was wearing as the bioluminescence of the nearby biomachines lit the antechamber up.

"So, a human approaches me. But you aren't like the others," a female voice commented. "You've been touched by the stars and untainted by the blood of my brethren."

"That's me, one hundred percent genuine human space ship pilot," the man replied. "Nifty trick there, telecommunicating your words in my head. Captain John Kazden of the freelance starship Tachi." The girl's voice said nothing in return. "It's considered polite to introduce yourself as well, at least where I came from."

"You may address me as the Klaxosaur Queen," she replied as a light lit up to reveal what looked like a girl sitting on a throne made of biomechanical mass. Two giant snakes coiled around her. She looked no older than twelve, but her eyes were ancient, her presence in the Force also confirmed that.

"In all my travels around this giant galaxy, I've never seen anything like you," John commented in an attempt to break the ice.

"State your intentions," she commanded.

John sighed. "I've been meditating ever since I heard that those kids were attacking the stronghold above us and I came to a revelation. You and I share a common enemy, an enemy that destroyed our homes for its own benefit. You know of what I speak of."

She paused for a moment. "Indeed. And what can you bring that my people eons ago could not accomplish?"

"This." He pulled out a medallion sized holoprojector and activated it. What appeared in the air was a sphere with four points in the center. In the middle was a platform with a single golden throne at the center. "The Eternal Throne. But I'm going to need your help in finding it."

To be continued(?)

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And there's part 2 of this idea. This has been stuck in my mind for months and now I've finally completed part 2 of this idea. Now that this part is done, hopefully I can set this down for a while and start on a few other ideas that I've come up with lately, mainly a few Legend of Zelda ideas that I want to explore, a GATE idea, as well as a Kantai Collection idea that I really want to explore as well. That being aside, what did you guys think about this? I know that I didn't really allow many of the other FRANXX characters to really have a voice in this small installment, but I really wanted to get the core idea out there for this part.

Let me know what you think about this. As for me, I have to wake up in a few hours for work, so there's that. You know where to leave things.

See you next time in whatever I do next.