Hello fanfiction, Mr.E here after so long. thank you for every review, favorite and follow. they make me so happy and i am so thankful for them.
a special thanks to finn- i am really happy you enjoyed it. sorry for the long wait.
Fabio- yes! made you laugh! makes me happy and chuckling too haha. I do it because it is a good thing to laugh once in a while. I am really glad you enjoyed every scene i tried to paint with words. yes skin colored tape the rarest among the ex machinas haha yeah but oh well, its details or proper grammar and i say down with proper grammar! haha have an awesome day and sorry for the wait.
Lupus- starco granted request for wink wink possible since this is another story and i dont have to worry about its rating affecting the rest. I am sorry for the wait but it is here! Really? i didnt notice any typos and dont usually have them. missing words and spelling mistakes? totally. typos? not so much. if you could give me a few examples, i would greatly appreciate it. please enjoy the story
and of course miss pineapples- of course i would mention you! you left me a review, its the least i can do! :) haha that line was too much fun to write since i actually said that to my friend when we were competing over something. Haha yes Marco is a complete bad ass though it is hard to challenge chris pratt. I have such a man crush on him. he's so cool and funny.
Sorry for the lack of updates. i decided to focus on my there's always a star story while fixing up the storylines for this one, marco vs the world and starco academy but I am back and ready to give you more outer space goodness.
So some minor notes this means a song and singing the song in question is called Wanderer by Dion and the Belmonts because I've been playing too much fallout 4.
So that's about it. so sorry for the wait, please enjoy, thank you for all your support and I own nothing! now let's get back to our favorite trouble making duo.
Star knew it must've been late in the day telling how she could hear the chaotic sounds of life echoing dully outside of the ship, the excited chattering of various beings communicating in various languages, tones and octaves clued her in that Marco had indeed found safe haven with his criminal associates.
"Though I don't feel very safe among thieves, murderers and general lowlifes" Star whispered to herself, allowing the annoyance to drip into each biting word she spoke to herself.
She mentally chastised herself for sleeping with the door open, letting the false sense of security and camaraderie dull her guard as Marco managed to charm her with his sliver tongue.
He was a thief, he was not to be trusted even if he busted her out of jail, gave her shelter on his ship, let her set the code lock combination to her own room and came into her room in the middle of the night, checking up on her and almost becoming a good host by almost covering her freezing arms with a blanket before slinking away and closing the door for her.
Star could feel her cheeks redden at the idea how close she could feel Marco's fingers hover by her bare arm.
Star hadn't actually been sleeping, too wired and alert to really fall asleep and when she heard his footsteps echoing loudly down the corridor, she shut her eyes and pretended to be peacefully snoozing but her body was tensed and prepared to attack Marco when he no doubt reached for her wand to disable her.
But he didn't reach for the wand, he didn't try to take away her only means of defense, instead reaching to simply tuck her in before stopping short for some reason.
No doubt he noticed that she hadn't really been sleeping and decided to back off before she had to do something logical like break his fingers.
Star shook her head, repeating the manta "He is not to be trusted. He is not to be trusted" in the back of her mind.
Star blinked, unsure if her well trained ears were picking up what sounded like the faint twang of a guitar, some sort of rockish style of music filling the air, a loud humming singing along poorly to a piece of well crafted and timed sound.
Star slowly roused from her comfortable position on the bed, trying not to frown at her outfit. She already spent 2 days wearing it but she didn't have any other clothing and she doubt Marco had some sort of washer or refresher in this hunk of junk or if she would like to use it.
Star stepped out onto the hall, wincing when her bare feet made contact with the icy cold, smooth panel flooring of the ship.
"Ooooh, Well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down, where pretty girls are, well you that I'm around."
Star peered towards the cockpit only to find it empty, a pillow and folded up blanket set neatly on the co-pilot's seat.
"I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same. I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name.
Star shifted uneasily. Marco didn't sleep in the cockpit, did he? He said he had another bed somewhere on the ship and she doubt such a lowly seat would be worthy for a world 'classy' thief as Marco Diaz. Star knew he would lie about some things but she would've never believe a bed would be one of those subjects.
"They call me the wanderer, yeah the wanderer, I roam around, around, around."
Star began glance around, trying to pinpoint the source of the music but it bounced randomly throughout the near empty ship, the acoustics just overlapping with itself as the song began listing a series of female names that the singer evidently had relationships with. Though Rosie seemed to be the most important as the singer apparently had her name printed on his chest which he would proudly show to anyone who asked.
Star made her way towards the back, trying to remember what was where in the brief tour Marco gave her the previous night. Now that she stopped and thought about it, she knew there was a refresher room in the back and there was no doubt that's where Marco was.
Star tried to resist the urge to tap along with the catchy, scratchy sounding Saxophone as she inched closer to where she believed Marco to be.
"Oh well, I roam from town to town. I go through without a care"
"That sounds like the idiot" Star chuckled to herself, making her way past the eating area and kitchen of the ship
"And I'm happy as a clown, with my two fists of iron but I'm going nowhere."
"I don't know about that Marco" Star giggled "I'm sure you can get some sort of job being a clown. I hear warpigs are very fond of trampling them."
Star tried to stifle her laughter when she turned around the last corner and felt her eyes drop out of her sockets, unable to believe what she was seeing.
Marco was in the bathroom (More commonly known as a refresher), peering closely at his reflection in the mirror as he quickly began tying a jet black tie around his white collared shirt. Star hadn't realized until she spotted Marco mouthing some words into the reflective surface that the humming she had been hearing was absent and replaced with a near perfect harmonious overlap of voices between Marco and the lead singer.
Marco was no longer wearing his plain white t-shirt and red jacket. He now wore a black 3 piece business suit (composed of jacket, slacks and vest) complete with perfectly matching and kept loafers. His light brown hair was no longer a wild mess but rather combed sideways neatly, some sort of gel slicked all over his hair and keeping it in place as he checked his face in the mirror, a pair black thick frame glasses making him seem like another person all together. A respectable, honest person rather than a criminal thief.
Marco caught sight of the stunned Star, light brown meeting blue pupils. Marco smugly shot a grin her way, still singing as he turned to face her.
"Oh yeah I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around"
Marco entered the common area, gesturing at himself with a motion that screamed "Impressive ain't I?". Star felt her blush worsen, opting to glare instead of answering the young man.
"I'm never in one place, I roam from town to town"
Star couldn't believe Marco began to dance right there and then as the song went on
"And when I find myself a fallin' for some girl" Star tried to will her cheeks to cool
when Marco shot her a suggestive wink "I hop right into that car of mine and drive around the world."
"What is all this?" Star shouted over the ship's speakers blaring the song throughout every room.
"It's called singing and dancing" Marco teased, shooting an almost perfectly convincing look of confusion Star's way "You have heard of such things, yes?"
Star pouted angrily "Yes I have heard of singing and dancing"
"Have you ever done them?"
Star scoffed "I don't have time for such things."
"Soooo" Marco said with a mischievous smile "What I'm hearing is you don't know how"
"I totally know how to..."
Star realized the trap too late as Marco gripped her hands tightly, using one to twirl her in a circle, the other prepped to catch her in case she fell.
Star pulled away from Marco spinning, still feeling the momentum of his actions as she broke free from his gasp, her face stuck between being appalled and joyful.
Marco shrugged, snapping his fingers. A moment later the music ceased.
"Don't ever do that again" Star threatened, imagining every sort of dagger being thrown directly into the thief's chest.
Marco shrugged nonchalantly "Suit yourself princess, don't have fun."
"Don't call me princess and I never said I don't..."
"So" Marco interrupted "Telling by your shock stare, I look pretty good huh?"
Star turned her head, trying to keep her flushing skin under control "You actually look like a pretty decent being. Too bad clothes can't change the inside of a person."
Marco shrugged "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words leave psychological wounds that never heal. Well if your opinion actually mattered, they would."
Star shook her head, trying not to eye Marco in his new outfit "So where are we hiding out? The Scum Bucket? Stabbington? The Black Pit?"
Marco shook his head "psst, those places are shit."
Star's eyebrow lifted a half inch or so "Isn't that the point of those criminal hideouts? To be so shitty no decent person comes around?"
Marco gave Star a suspicious look, his gaze searching for something in hers.
"What? stop looking at me! I know I'm pretty but..."
"How do you know about those hideouts? They're not exactly on the map for assassin's and wandering mercs or whatever you are."
Star gulped, clenching her fists tightly. How could she be so stupid? Of course he would pick up on those names. He must've hid out at each at least once in his lifetime and their secretive nature made it very strange when anyone else mentioned their existence.
"I did have a life before you, you know" Star shot back, hoping her sharp tone would cease any more inquiries in this line of questioning.
Marco didn't look convinced but he also looked like he wasn't going to be picking a fight any time soon.
His smile returned but Star noticed how fake it was, nearly genuine to the untrained and unassuming eye.
"In any case, I took us to the one place they would never find us. Eden."
Star could feel her heart slowly chugging to a stop as she tried to stop her body from shaking. She was half expecting the Nova corps and peacekeepers to be pouring out of the vents in the ship, Marco having called them to turn her in for the reward money.
"ARE YOU FRAKKING CRAZY?!" Star screamed, cursing herself for leaving her wand in the other room.
"Wow, we got cussing out of your highness." Marco muttered before finding Star holding onto his suit tightly, a blazing fury in her eyes "Hey, watch the suit!"
"Did you rat me out Marco?" Star asked, venom and killing intent dripping from each syllable.
"Umm, no" Marco said slowly, waiting for Star to release him from her death like grip.
Star did let go after a moment or too, stepping away from him but her body clearly ready to strike him down at the first sign of betrayal.
"Why..." She spoke slowly, keeping her anger in check "the hell are we on the Federation capital!?"
"Because I have business here and it is the safest place at the moment."
Star's eyes narrowed in disbelief "You have..."
"Look, it will be days before the Federation figures out what happens" Marco explained, pressing down on the newly created creases on his suit "They have to conduct an investigation, piece together what exactly went down, figure out who is missing, who was killed etc. etc."
Star relaxed visibly if not internally, Marco's logic making sense in a sort of omg he's actually put some thought into this plan kind of way.
"So there's no need to freak out" Marco told her "We will only be here for a few hours. I already refueled the ship and since you and I are going to be working together for a while..."
"A short while" Star spat.
"A short while" Marco repeated "I figured you could use this."
Star caught the object easily, not even flinching at the sight of a bag sailing through the air towards her.
She carefully opened the bag, still wondering if Marco was about to drug her or knock her out with sleeping powder or something.
Instead, she found handfuls of thin, plastic cards with varying amounts written on their surface.
Star peered dubiously towards Marco, unsure why he would give her this.
"Credits." Marco told her "Money? So you could buy clothes or swords or whatever you like"
Star said nothing, eying the currency carefully like it was some sort of trap.
"Look, I'm going to be gone for a while. You can stretch your legs and buy some clothes or something or stay here. I don't care. It's almost noon Earth time and I am running late and I really need to go" Marco told her, strolling over to the ramp and casually pressing the exit button.
Star tensed, prepared to fight off waves of Nova corp officers only to find an empty space where she expected enemies, people and beings running and bustling through the crowd spaceport, not at all paying attention to her or Marco.
"See ya Star and please, for the love of whatever you consider holy, don't get into trouble." Marco pleaded, taking his leave and disappearing into the thick crowds of people.
Star peered cautiously at the credit bag in her hands. Well she could use some fresh air...and this was free money...
"I'm only going shopping because I don't want to wear the same clothes for however long this takes" Star muttered to herself, carefully making her way into the spaceport, still weary of a trap that she was certain had been laid for her.
Star cheerfully made her way back into the ship, the ramp lowering for her and rising on its own, clothing bags in hand with a cute new outfit on her person.
She changed out of her cute blouse-like dress with the little purple octopus into a seafoam green dress with a patch of rainbow colors in the center, her devil horn headband still tucked onto of her now properly washed hair (She might've taken a spa day with Marco's money). She bought several new outfits and personal hygienic things.
Marco may have been a dirty, no good thief but he did have some serious money. Not as much as Star was used to but still enough to keep a moderating Star happy.
Star quickly placed the newly acquired things into her room, laying down comfortably on the bed before the dull, lifeless ambiance of the ship began to overtake her.
Without Marco, it was pretty quiet, the low humming of the ship's electrical wiring the only sound keeping the young girl company.
Star frowned, glancing towards the digital clock built directly into the space above the doorway, the time now reading 2 p.m. Earth time which meant it was 24 G.S time. Silly earth and their simple 24 hour clock. Such an uncivilized culture.
Star wondered for a brief moment if Marco was from Earth given his obsession with all things Earthly. Of course she dispelled such an idea at once. Travel to and from Earth was prohibited by the great Spatax Empire, the only true legal rival to the Federation and it was something the Spatax upheld with rigorous fervor.
Star sat up, her mind wandering to too many things. She needed a distraction and she needed one now.
Star rose to her feet once more, taking a quick stroll down to the cockpit to see if she could figure out the truth behind Marco's sleeping arrangements.
Star sat in the pilot seat, looking out onto the sea of countless beings moving about the spaceport, the towering multicolored buildings filling the skyline. She absentmindedly braided her hair, wondering what was Marco up to exactly and where there was a pillow and blanket on the seat next to her.
"Hello Miss Butterfly, do you require assistance?" a male robotic voice called from the dashboard, startling an unaware Star.
Star yelped loudly, climbing onto the seat as much as she could, her hand raised in defense, ready to fend off whatever decided to disturb her.
"My" The robotic voice said with a hint of amusement "You Mewnians are a jumpy lot aren't you?"
"Who said that?" Star asked, looking all around for any sign of the person "Show yourself or I will begin to strike the air! I know you're invisible!"
"Actually, I am a computer."
Star peered forward, finally noticing the fish bulb lens on the ceiling above her, a small circular camera zooming and focusing on her.
"Oh.." Star sheepishly replied, easing into her seat "I...I didn't notice."
"Most people don't. I am the Automatic User Terminal Overseer or you may call me Auto."
"Otto?"
"No, no Auto, with an A." Auto explained "It is a common mistake but one I get tired of immensely."
"So. You're like the ship's A.I?"
"No" Auto said with an exasperated sigh "I am the A.I. In charge of the A.I. I make sure the ship runs smoothly and assist my user in any way they need."
"And how do you know my name?"
"Captain Diaz put your records into my files" Auto answered
"And how did you know I am Mewnian?" Star questioned, curious how Marco could've guessed.
"I simply studied your features. Your hearts, your hair structure, eyes among other subtle features led me to conclude as such. Is this information correct?"
Star stared distrustfully towards the fish lens "And why do you need to know?"
"Medical reasons as well as food preferences, specific temperatures to make you comfortable, translations, things of the sort" Auto said "After all, given to your similarity to humans, it would be quite easy to be mistaken for one though as a Mewnian, if you required any serious medical treatment, I must have the proper antiseptic prepared."
"Then yes I am Mewnian" Star told Auto.
"Very good. Now is there anything I can help you with?"
"Wait, last night I heard Marco talk to another voice. More stiff, computery than you."
"Oh, that is Corrine. She takes over the night shift. She likes to play up the whole mindless robot bit."
Star mouthed after Auto "Night shift?"
"Now Miss Butterfly, how may I help you? You seem terribly bored."
"So...wait.." Star rose her hand to stop Auto from talking "Are you program to take orders from me?"
"Well sort of miss. There are a set of orders and files Captain Diaz has authorized for you to freely ask for and view. I'd say about 80% of my databanks are at your disposal."
Star was surprised Marco would go as far as add her as a user for computer use.
"Makes me wonder where Marco is" Star said outloud, more to herself than Auto.
"I can answer that!" Auto replied cheerfully "He is currently scheduled for a lunch date at Sapphire Rocket, a wonderful cafe not too far from here. It has 4 stars on Kelp!"
"A lunch date?!" Star shouted, rising to her feet. Marco was risking their lives and freedom for some date?!
"Yes, it is about 3 blocks to the east from here, on the left side of the street."
"A lunch date?!" Star repeated incredulously.
"Yes I believe I just said that." Auto replied, unaware what emotions were filling Star.
"With who!?"
"My records do not have a name" Auto told the increasingly angry young girl "I only have her list as Marco's girl."
"Marco's girl?!" A surge of righteous anger and slight envy filled Star, these mixture of emotions propelling the young girl towards the exit ramp in a furious hurry.
"Oh do tell Captain Diaz that I will need a tune up soon." Auto called after the departing girl.
Star found him, sitting at some table under some stupid umbrella outside of the fancy cafe, still well dressed, looking over the menu, no doubt waiting for his date to arrive.
Star stomped up to him, wand clutched tightly in her hands and unaware of the looks she was gathering. She was going to kill him, she was going to KILL HIM! She was not going back to jail because Marco wanted a booty call!
Marco could hear the quiet, hushed murmurs of the cafe patrons all around him. He chuckled to himself, his experience allowing to deduce that some two timing sleaze ball was about to be caught by their significant other and create a massive scene.
Marco jumped when Star slammed her hands onto the table, pure hatred and loathing in her eyes.
"Star?" Marco whispered uncertainly, a panic look slowly developing on his face "Star, what are you doing here? You have to go!"
"NO!" Star snarled, her grip tightening around the wand's handle "I cannot believe you are risking everything we've done for some sort of rendezvous with your girlfriend!"
"Star" Marco began "this is not what it looks like, I..."
"am sitting down, waiting for your booty call! Seriously?!"
Marco could feel his cheeks redden in embarrassment at the sounds of chuckling and barely held in laughter directed towards him.
"Star" Marco said, his voice firm but also tight "This is not the time. It is not what you think. I need you to leave right now or so help me I will.."
"Do nothing!" Star huffed, taking a seat from a nearby table and pulling it Marco's. She sat down on it, glare on her face, a frown on her lips.
"I am not leaving Marco until I give your 'girl' a piece of my mind."
Marco opened his mouth to answer when another voice called to him "What's going on?"
Star turned, prepared to chew out this girl so bad that Marco would be forced to take them off planet right away. Too bad she couldn't form words when she saw who Marco was meeting.
It was a young human girl about 15 years old with long, light brown hair with a red bow sitting on one side of her head. She stared quizzically at Star with one purple and one light blue iris. She wore a school uniform of a blue blazer with a white collared shirt, a long knee length skirt with knee high socks and loafers
Marco tried to keep his face calm, his eyes closing in annoyance "Hi honey."
Star couldn't speak, couldn't believe that Marco and this girl...were...were...she felt her stomach groan unhappily at the mere idea that...that...
"I'm sorry I'm late. Private school decided to hold me hostage for a bit longer than usual" the young girl apologized, taking a seat across from Marco "I am not interrupting anything, am I?"
"Not at all" Marco said with a false cheer "my friend here was just leaving, right Star?"
Star said nothing, still trying to stop her stomach from throwing itself out of her body.
"A friend? Would you like to join us for lunch? I would love to hear how you know my dad."
Star felt like a train hit her full force upon hearing the word "D-dad?"
It was Marco's turn to shoot daggers at Star, his face happy for appearances only "Star Butterfly, meet Melody Diaz. My daughter."