I need names for Olimar's son and daughter. I do have placeholder names for now, but I'm not too fond of them. Suggestions kplzthx?

Also, the ship in Pikmin 2 (who I called the Pod in the older version of this fic) has been dubbed the Angel in this. Thanks to Pikdude on the Pikmin Wiki for that idea XD

"Soo..." Louie looked about the interior of the ship he'd just somehow been corralled into boarding. "You're, uhh, the Angel, right...?"

"Mmhmm." came the prompt response... in a definitely male voice. "And you're Louie Pixel, local employee, am I correct or am I correct?"

"Um... yeah. Nice to meet you." The ship was a guy? Between the pink outer shell, the name, and the squees of delight when the old rustbucket had spotted the expensive thing Olimar had brought with him, he'd figured the Angel was a girl.

"Nice to meet you too."

He glanced around the cramped interior; there wasn't much in the way of anything, really. Just a small table and a pair of chairs, a sink with a mirror, a few compartments built into the walls. There was a tiny corridor behind him that led to the twin cockpits that were a necessity for both launching from and landing on planets if the pilots didn't want to get splattered all over the walls. Squashed behind one of the chairs, in the corner, was a ladder that led both down to the cargo bay and likely the bathroom, and up to the bedroom. Olimar had disappeared up there when they'd gotten out of the cockpits, undoubtedly looking for the beds in order to attempt to get some semblance of sleep. Poor guy...

Still... it was a lot more clean and up-to-date than the Angel's exterior suggested, and certainly a whole lot better than the grimy living space of the last ship he'd been on.

"Like what you see?"

The Angel's voice jolted Louie out of his reverie. "Wha...? Oh, um... yeah, your interior's not half-bad looking."

"Thanks, cutie. I don't get compliments too often, y'know." The ship's voice was far more localized now, and out of habit Louie turned to the speaker. The Angel evidently had holographic generators, because he'd formed his own Hocotatian body - his holoform - in the chair closer to the ladder.

'Wait... cutie...?'

Deciding to ignore the endearment, he looked the holoform up and down - what little he could see of it, anyways. The Angel was outfitted in a simple off-white suit similar to theirs, minus the gloves and air tank; there were plenty of little superficial details 'stitched' all over it, predominantly in pink. Like all ships, he was far, far too tall; if he stood up, Louie probably would have reached a bit more than halfway up his chest, and that was saying something since Louie himself was no shorty. The poor Captain was probably going to get a permanent crick in his neck just from having to look up all the time...

And, of course, like all ships, the Angel had hair the color of his outer shell: shocking pink.

"Well?" the Angel was grinning widely, exerting a control over his holoform that you only saw in the ships at least a decade old.

"It's, err..." Louie paused for a long moment. "...Very pink."

The ship quirked an eyebrow. "Well, I suppose you have a point there. Still, I have to at least be better looking than the other ships you've seen, right?"

The blonde wasn't entirely sure of what to say to that. "Um... I'm not exactly, you know... into guys? So..."

He waved him off with one hand. "Okay, I get it. Say no more. My last crew was like you. Doesn't matter." He was awfully hasty to drop the subject, Louie noticed. His last crew probably hadn't been too thrilled with him asking that question. "Anyways, you should probably join the Captain and take a nap. I can fly myself just fine, and you look almost as bad as the Captain... no offense, cutie."

Louie decided not to comment on that. "You got, uh, anything to eat, first?"

The hologram's eyes glazed for a moment as he thought. "A little. Not much; we're supposed to be synthesizing food from the stuff on this Pikmin Planet place in order to save energy. If you wanna try the ration biscuits or heat up something," he nodded in the direction of one of the compartments. "Food's in there. Microwave's-" he nodded again, and the compartment below the first opened up, revealing a rather old-looking black thing, "-in there."

"Okay. Thanks."

Louie peered into the food cupboard, brushing a very thin layer of dust off some of the packets. He'd be fine to eat this questionably healthy stuff - his digestive system was tougher than iron after all the bugs, after all. Olimar... maybe not. They'd probably have to cook something up from the Pikmin Planet before the Captain could eat anything without getting sick. Or, alternatively he could try to cook up something from what he was given here with nothing more than a microwave that looked at least a decade old... which actually sounded kinda fun.

"Hey, Angel?"

"Mmmhmm?" the voice was back to being decidedly disembodied; the Angel had dissolved his holo.

"You got a stove or anything like that?"

"No."

"Gonna have to build one later then I guess..." the Hocotatian muttered to himself before pulling out a couple packets. "What've ya got for containers, then? Any, uhh... frying pans or anything?"

In response, a compartment to his left opened up.

"Thanks." he looked inside and practically wilted. There was virtually nothing in there... just some plates, bowls, cups, a tray of utensils, and a pot with what looked suspiciously like coffee residue on its inside. "Well that... kinda sucks. You got a dishwasher?"

"Yes, but... it's kind of broken." the Angel replied sheepishly. "I'm not exactly top-of-the-line - but I'm certainly not a relic or anything, nope!" he added hastily.

Louie rolled his eyes before grabbing the pot and a couple of the dustier-looking bowls. "You do have dishwashing soap, right?"

"Yes. Below the sink."

"Oh, good. I was starting to believe that you had nothing but dust in your compartments." Louie teased, starting up the sink's tap. Geez, even the sink looked like an ancient thing...

"Ah, shut up. I'm not that old, cutie." he fired back, but his tone was light, friendly.

"Whatever you say, you old relic." the blonde grinned as the ship spluttered indignantly before 'harrumph'ing and falling silent. Probably checking up on Olimar, or whatever ships did when they were annoyed with their crew.

'At least I made an okay first impression for once.' Louie thought as the first bowl was dropped into the sudsy water, 'I could probably get to like this ship... and the Captain, he seemed nice enough even though he was dead tired...' Another bowl. 'Considering I'll be stuck here with them for the next month or whatever... that's a good thing.' A secret smile.

'Pikmin Planet, here I come.'