Hyperdimension Neptunia: A Time Soldier's Final Mission.

I am using a character by Shadicgon called "Purple" in here. Shadicgon has given me authorisation to use her in this story. This story is a more fanfiction version with my OC and Shadic's thrown in. My OC, as you may guess from other stories, is Molly Polinsky. More on her later. Purple is... Well, we'll get to that ;)

This story was meant to be the backing for our RP's on Discord, but, I figured it was important to get a more... Fully fledged story out there. :)

Oh, and summary... Summary is:- After everything that's happened in Gamindustri so far, what's to stop a certain soldier from making her mark? Plenty, if Purple has anything to say about it. Rated M for teen due to language, themes and threat - Mainly to cover all bases. Enjoy!

Gamindustri.

It's a huge world. Full of many different people and beings. Ranging from the most intellegent, to the CPU's or Goddess' as they are known, all the way back to the more... "Innocent" of people.

The Sun rose over the world. It was a peaceful world. Full of rightous beings and the favourable types. A lot of people want to meet their maker, but have had to be told through various means that, it would be inappropriate right now to do such a thing.

The year is 0100. It has been a period of stability since the Original Goddess has almost resigned herself to the heavens. She can't shake the feeling that someone is going to see her first. Someone... With a lot of importance.

The Original Goddess wondered through the halls where she resided. A small book in her hands. She currently can see her creation - One "Arfoire" currently reading a book. She walked over and sat next to her, opening her book which then a small being appears from the book. Her name is - Histoire.

Without much of a word word to Arfoire or to Histoire, The Goddess stood up and left the book by Arfoire. Walking back through a massive archway where someone was standing. Someone of great importance indeed. Her name is Theresa Polinsky.

"It's been awhile."

Theresa nodded her head. "It certainly has - Are you departing for the Heavens at long last? Your retirement?"

The Original Goddess heaved a heavy sigh and nodded her head slowly, keeping her Crystal-like eyes trained on Theresa's colbalt Blue ones.

"I am. However, am I to understand that your daughter will be living on this planet from now on?"

Theresa nodded with her own sigh. "Unfortunately, that is the case. Molly will have to live here because its far too dangerous for her to live in the warzone of the furthest dimension. You should've seen the battles that have been raging..."

Nodding her head, thus silencing Theresa, The Goddess simply hummed. "So, where will she live? Where will her power come from? It cannot come from the Sharicite, until the nations are formed at the very least."

Theresa took in a deep breath. "She will most likely live in your idealistic - Planeptune. As for her power - She still has a Midtherne Crystal beating inside of her. With that, she can survive - I'm sure."

"What happens if it fails?"

"Then she will need an alternative. She is a Time Soldier by nature, yes, but even with all of her training - She will need allies and people she will be able to trust."

"Trust isn't an easy thing, I hope you realise Theresa. There will probably be more wars on this planet before peace can officially reign supreme."

Theresa looked at the OG with a critical eye. "So, you think there should be people to rule over others? That's not what Time taught me... Or you for that matter."

"True. However, there must be a balance in this world or it'll fall apart much like your Earth did."

Theresa nodded yet again, but this time more slower. "This is very true. Do me a favour - Don't let anything happen to this world as long as you're alive. Or things could get really messy for everyone, not just my daughter."

The Original Goddess sighed. "I can't promise anything, but I can assure you it won't. And besides, even if it did, I'm sure your daughter has enough training to be able to work with it. Now, are we departing for the Heavens?"

"Yes, yes. All in good time. Now, Molly will have power unlike anyone here on Gamindustri. She will have to remain hidden. Or at least, her power will."

Arfoire's voice could be heard through the corridors echoing like a bellowing monster. "Neptune, how many times do I have to tell you, NO eating pudding before dinner!?"

Theresa chuckled. "I see Arfoire has some children of her own now. We had better get going."

The Original Goddess could only nod as they both started to disappear, Neptune/Arfoire and Histoire all turning to see the two disappear just in time.

"Histoire... Where are they going?"

Histoire bit her lower lip. "I don't want to think about that right now, if I am honest with you Neptune. We will discuss this later."

"O-kay... MORE PUDDING!"

Arfoire could be heard groaning in irritation.

Fast forward to present times and everything has settled down, for the most part. Ever since the Console War, the rise and fall of ASIC, and finally Rei Ryghts, plenty of people have finally settled down.

The CPU's of Gamindustri, Lady Purple Heart, Lady White Heart, Lady Black Heart and finally Lady Green Heart have all found their relevant places to be happy...

Everyone was happy-

-Bar one particular individual.

Her name is Molly Polinsky.

She is a former "Time Soldier". Fought in three wars and continues to fight in major engagements across Gamindustri's frontiers against monsters and such.

Unfortunately for her, peace is not an easy thing to cope with. Especially after all the years of fighting. It had been non-stop war as far as she could remember. Not even going to University with her friend back on her homeworld of Manda II she could remember, she had been in war THAT LONG, that she couldn't remember it anymore. And it, hurt.

She was currently sitting in a cafe with her alcoholic cider, around 50% volume, to her hands. She is drinking as she is technically 30 in mental age but 19 in physical. Her powerful Midtherne Crystal made it so that she looks younger than she actually is. No-one asks her age because of what she wears:- Dark Blue jeans, Grey short sleeved T-Shirt a Leather jacket and a Gold wrist watch. She looked like someone who had been through so much, yet let on so little... It was almost impossible to think that this girl had been through anything other than war... It was... Sad, really.

Sighing to herself she takes another swig of her Cider. Burning the back of her throat. It was her Fourth since she had come to the cafe, "The ChilliDogs".

"I hate... Peace-" She hiccups. "Damnnit..."

Sitting by herself she leans back in her chair and looks out of the window. "Why did they have to leave me behind?" She asks no-one in particular. Her memory flashing back to times with her Commander and her close collegues. She sighed which almost sounded full of pain as she took another swig of her drink. "-Nothing I can do about it now..." She hiccups again. "I guess I'll just drown my sorrows here."

As she placed her cup on the table again she heard someone walk into the cafe', hitting on the waitress.

She groaned in irritation but had learned, over her years... To somehow cope with it. It was sad that she couldn't see anyone's helpful colours. She had rejected so many people in the past that it was... It was almost childs-play to ignore them... Especially, if they were being like this.

Casting her eyes over to the Waitress who looked rather flustered, she saw a girl with slightly dark Purple hair and dimmer eyes than a certain CPU. It annoyed Molly to tell the truth. Yet ANOTHER cosplayer coming to cause a nuscience of herself. Meh, what did she care? She shrugged her shoulders and went back to her drink, hopefully the girl would find someone else to-

"Is this being used by someone?"

-Annoy.

Molly looked up at the girl and covered her eyes from the Sun that annoyed her even more.

'Damnit. What did I do in my last life to deserve this!?' She grunted, "No, you can sit down if you want... It's a free nation-"

Molly hiccuped again.

"Thank you and hello, my name's Purple." The girl with Purple hair and Magnolia eyes sat across from Molly and for some reason... Kept looking at her. According to Purple, something must have happend to her, but who was she to judge this early on?

Molly leans back in her chair and tries to analyse Purple, "The name's Molly. Molly Polinsky. But I doubt you want to hear that at this time of the morning... I'm a...well... Former soldier."

Purple whistled slightly. "Wow... Console War or ASIC's rise?" Being a citizen of Gamindustri, those were the only two wars she had legitimately heard of.

Molly half smiled at Purple who was seated across from her. 'This girl's innocent... No harm telling her the truth-' She thought. She looked past the waitress' and some waiters who moved back and forth with the busy resturant/cafe.

Molly looked back to Purple, "You could say I was in a war, before, the Console War- But yeah, I was involved in practically most wars you've heard from Planeptune news. Not a single battle or engagement I have not been in really." She reached down to drink some more drink and placed her drink back on the table.

Purple winced. "Ouch..." She whispered quite quietly, but Molly heard her.

Molly felt her head shake in a negative sense as she disregarded her cider for a few more minutes.

Molly took in a bit of a deep breath. "It's nothing for you to be concerned with, I'm sure you'll have your time one day, and even if you don't? Count yourself lucky." Molly chuckled to herself but then shook her head again, her attitude doing an almost 360 degree spin on itself. She smiled a bit warmer at Purple.

"Tell me something-" She gained the attention of Purple with that statment, "What is your "role" here in Planeptune, Purple?" Molly was genuinely interested for someone who had been in wars and seen countless people.

Purple put a hand on her chin, "Well, I'm someone who came here at the age of ten and started making her life from zero...Though, I had the bad luck to arrive barely a few weeks before the rise of ASIC-" She sighed, "So...I had a pretty bad experience in here, more than the usual citizen at least."

Molly's smile turned to a half smirk. What was with Molly? Was she really that far in her PTSD that she couldn't smile for longer than half a minute?

"You say that like its a bad thing. Experience grows a person, when you think about it."

The waitress from earlier walks over to the table.

The Waitress cleared her throat as she arrived, "Will it be a chilli dog or two?" She pulls out her paper and pen

Molly guesters Purple to go first with her hand. She had never really wanted to be waited on hand and foot so... What was the consequence of letting someone else go first?

Purple looked at the Waitress, "Two, one with everything... And... Erm..." She looked at Molly, "And what do you want yours, Molly?"

Molly smiles a bit more warmer then before.

"I'll take everything *bar* the cheese. Meh, it hurts my stomach now-a-days."

To Be Continued in the next chapter, be advised that we (me and someone called Shadicgon) are working on the sequel as this is being posted so I have a LOT of work to catch up on ^^;

Enjoy your day :)