"Hey, Magma!" Said a sudden voice, as the black Bomber perked into a very serious look, even though she was watching a very silly show at that very moment.
"Yes, sir! What's the problem?" She said, taking out a cell phone-like structure and opening it.
"The most recent attack was at Planet Bomber! Go there immediately! You know your job!" The voice finished with the sound of the person saluting, as Magma did the same before closing the cell phone-like structure and stuffing it in her pocket.
"What was that about, Magma Bomber?" Thunder said, tilting his head.
"Seriously, call me Magma. I'm fine with it." She sighed a bit, "I just got a call to get on my job. But… It's on this planet…-Oh GODS! I've got to go, right now!"
"I'm coming with!" Thunder said, with a very serious look on his face.
"You sure, Thunder? You're not fully healed… Of course I haven't checked but still." She frowned a bit as he nodded to her, smiling.
"I'm fine, Mags. Stop freaking out." He began to laugh as she sighed.
"Fine. C'mon, Mamira." She whistled for the Rooey, who quickly followed her. She led the awkward group outside where they were greeted by a much larger, more adult black Rooey.
"Princess. Are you ready to take off?" He asked, his voice sounding like bones creaking, yet angelic at the same time.
"Any time you are, Death." She bowed to him, hopping onto his back before looking to Thunder, "Well? C'mon, Death will take us to where we need!" Thunder was about to say something to convince her to ride a different Rooey, but sighed as he couldn't find any that weren't stupid. He quietly hopped onto the black Rooey, who, after checking they were both holding on tightly-Thunder was hesitant to hug Magma to stay on-and ready, he backed up, before zipping off at a high speed. In not even an hour, they reached their destination. The wreckage could've been worse-all that was broken were old pillars that were probably going to fall anyway. Magma began searching through the rocks, and then noticed a hat-a cowboy hat with gun pellets aligned around the base. She stopped, staring at the hat for the longest time. She teared up, before suddenly shouting things like, "little brother", "Not now, he can't, not now", and "Bomber Kid" are only a few of the blustered, withering words that came out from Magma. Thunder, getting worried, started helping her, even though he still felt weak. He noticed a small hand, and looked to Magma Bomber, who was still searching franticly for Bomber Kid. He managed to uncover the rest of the body, and started to tear up-He realized why Bomber Kid was so important. This little boy was her baby brother. Tufts of brown hair stuck out of his ripped hood proved he was positively somehow related to Magma. He picked up the small child, softly kicking Magma to get her attention. "Nehh, what is it, Thunder…? I'm way depressed-" Before she could finish, she saw him holding Bomber Kid, "K-kid!" She checked his heart rate, before sighing in relief. "H-he's alive…" She whispered, crying again-but tears of joy.
"Well, you're the one with awesome mending skills and a gel that makes wounds heal quickly." He said, handing Bomber Kid to her, before facing Death, "See to it that he gets to a hospital ASAP."
"Y-yeah, I guess so…" She giggled slightly, rubbing her eyes as she got up. She looked to Death, who was hopping away with Bomber Kid in his hands, and closed her eyes, sighing in relief.
"He'll be fine. I don't know why I'm so sure about this, but I got the feeling that he'll be just fine." Thunder said, helping her search for others.
"Thanks, Thunder." She sighed a bit, "I just hope you're right." She finished searching the sight, then went over to a different Rooey, "That's everyone."
"Just one person? We were lucky today!" The Rooey smiled brightly, "He's gone through tougher before. So he should be fine."
"Y-yeah. And his wounds didn't seem all that bad either." She began to smile brightly, and Thunder sighed in relief. When she was bummed out, it seemed as if the entire universe would lose its joy.
"But-HOW?" A voice cried, as Thunder turned around to see Shirobon.
"Shirobon!" He shouted, backing away a bit.
"This is Shirobon?" Magma looked to him, smiling a bit.
"I saw you-But I thought-" Shirobon looked pretty confused.
"Here, let me explain things, Shirobon." Magma walked over to the kid, telling him of how Thunder managed to survive.
"But why did you help him?" The white bomber said angrily, as Magma hushed him.
"Because he was hurt. He just wanted to make Mujoe happy." She smiled softly, "There's no 'good' or 'bad' in the universe. Just hearts yearning for a certain thing."
"Woah…" Shirobon calmed down as Thunder, along with Death and Mamira, approached. The bomber looked to Thunder, who smiled weakly, obviously trying to show he was sorry for any trouble he caused.
"Well… I gotta get this naughty guy home." She pointed a thumb at Thunder, who growled a bit while blushing, "I have to check his wound."
"Well, I hope ya get better quickly, Thunder!" Shirobon began to smile brightly and laugh-just like in those videos he saw that Max had in his memory bank.
"T-thanks." He nodded slightly as Magma began to drag him back to the house, "H-hey! I have feet too, ya know!" He tried to keep up, but also tried not to move too much.
"Hahah! Help me here, Mamira!" Magma shouted, as Mamira picked up Thunder's feet.
"Ma mai!" The Rooey giggled as the strange group walked to a house right next to Shirobon's.
"…How come I NEVER noticed that?" Magma heard Shirobon say before she entered her house.
"I can't believe I'm living right next to Shirobon. This'll be quite the ride." She giggled as she and Mamira carefully placed Thunder down onto the couch.
"Did you REALLY have to say that right in front of Shirobon?" He said, his face more red than blue.
"Well, it was either that or I tell him how I freaked the shit out of Max." She shrugged as she began to carefully cut the threads on the blue piece of fabric she quickly stitched on.
"What? How'd you do that?" Thunder asked, frowning.
"Well, I created my second-most powerful bomb-the Cherry bomb. It may be small, but it packs a mighty powerful punch. I used it on a large rock and reduced it to mere sand. He looked pretty freaked out to me." She giggled a bit.
"Hahah! Imagine if he developed a fear of you just because of that bomb." He laughed a bit as Magma sighed.
"Yeah, if he did I'll chase him around. Serves him right." She cut off the last stitch, before she nearly fell out of her chair.
"W-w-what's wrong?" Thunder asked, looking to her, "What is it?"
"Y-y-y-you're wound! It's all healed! It's only been two days!" She said, very confused.
"Woah, seriously? Isn't that a good thing?" He pouted, rubbing his back to check. It was true-his wound has completely healed. It was almost as if it wasn't there in the first place.
"It normally is, but it healing THIS fast… Geez, you either have some pretty determined cells, or there's something unique with ya." She sighed a bit, "Well, whatever! As long as you're ok!" She hugged him, frightening him a bit.
"E-er." He wanted to try and get out of this, but at the same time, he didn't. It was all pretty confusing.