And here's Chapter 2!
I also learnt a lesson... I shall never trust myself with writing notes again now that I know that I won't follow them...
Chapter 2: First Contact
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White armors with yellow and light green markings had become tarnished and dirty under the elements and the dirt.
The once rhythmic and confident steps had become heavy, and the dirty boots dragged on the ground.
The shoulders were as if crushed, like the fatigue had a physical weight.
The helmets pointed downward, visors looking at the ground
The breaths were heavy. The small cries of pain from the wounded added to the heavy and silent atmosphere of the column.
It was the fourth day of a long journey of the sixty-three survivors of the Horn Company. A torment for their thirteen years old teenagers bodies that didn't seemed to end.
A trooper suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, dropping his weapon which clattered on the ground.
His backpack opened and some of its contents scattered on the ground. Lock turned his head, raising a fist with his hand not used to lean on Virr, halting the column.
"Warden, help him..." the captain ordered with a weak voice.
CT-2441 'Warden' approached and knelt beside his brother on the ground, beginning to gather the scattered equipment, putting it back in the pack and closing it properly, ensuring it wouldn't open at the slightest shock before retrieving the trooper's weapon and handing it to his brother. The trooper grabbed it before attempting to get up.
He used his weapon as a cane, leaning on it, but his arms trembled, and he let go, Warden reached out his hand, pulling the trooper as soon as he grabbed it. Once on his feet, however, the trooper fell back on his rear with a grunt of pain.
"I... I can't feel my legs anymore..." Lock sighed, looking around. They were in the middle of a vast plain, without any cover... They had to keep moving, if they were caught in the middle of this space by the locals or hostile life forms of this planet, they wouldn't be able to hide...
And if the natives had weapons and turned out to be hostile... It would all turn into a massacre...
"Very well then... Two hours of rest... Then we continue... I need sentinels..."
But the men were already paying no attention as they finally allowed themselves one of the few breaks in this long march, dropping their weapons and removing their backpacks to massage their sore shoulders or legs...
Many fell asleep immediately after... Using their backpacks as improvised pillows. The clone medics returned to their activities to treat the wounded or ease cramps and tend to blisters of others, taking advantage of the break to continue their work with an iron will despite the fatigue in their limbs...
Lock asked Virr to put him down on the ground so he could sit and rest his injured leg, which had a cramp.
Once Lock was seated, Virr went off to get some well-deserved rest. Lock removed his helmet, the cool night air brushing against his face...
There was a rustle of armor beside him.
"You're pushing our men to their limits, they're pushing themselves because they know they have to... But have you thought about how bad the pace you're imposing on us is?" Torda said as he sat down beside him.
"Slunt and Fix dropped Ion from his stretcher today... A broken rib in addition to the blaster wounds... Not to mention the blisters, cramps, and pains we all have..."
Lock sighed... "I'm aware of that, my brother... And I'm the first one not to appreciate the journey with the state of my leg... However, we must find the civilization of this planet as soon as possible..."
"Captain... You said it yourself... And what if they're hostile? We won't be able to face them in this condition!"
It was a valid point... Lock remained silent... They were tired... A vast majority still confused and shocked to learn that they were only thirteen-year-old kids and that they might not be in their universe... dimension... Or whatever... And some still hadn't digested the information... In short... The company's morale was almost nonexistent.
The only thing keeping the men going was the thought of their fallen brothers, or playing sabacc which cards had been brought by some, or even discussions or small songs thanks to Brexx and his hallikset, which temporarily allowed them to forget their problems...
"Anyway, we won't be leaving for at least five hours the way things are going."
Lock suddenly said after a glance at the tarnished white silhouettes lying on the ground. Without the night vision filter of his helmet, they looked like a group of specter-like figures...
"Even five hours won't be enough to make up for the fatigue accumulated over the past four days..." The lieutenant stated, Lock put on his helmet and looked around...
"I know that won't be enough-" He suddenly interrupted himself.
"Torda, your macrobinoculars, quick!" Lock said, suddenly tense. Torda didn't react immediately, surprised by the sudden change in Lock's tone. But after a moment, he took off his backpack, opened it, and handed his binoculars to his captain. Lock snatched them from his hands and placed them in front of his visor, adjusting the image he saw.
"What is it?" Torda asked. Lock handed him back the binoculars.
"Bearing 156°, a building, about 5 klicks from our position." The lieutenant pointed the binoculars in the given direction, and behind his helmet, his eyes widened.
"Kriff, you're right. Looks like a farm." Lock opened the company's radio line before speaking.
"Get up, structure at 5 klicks, 156° Northeast. We're moving."
Grumbling signaled to him that those who were sleeping were waking up, and soon everyone was scrambling around searching for their weapons or backpacks, still for some only half awake. After about ten minutes, however, they were all ready to march again. Virr approached his captain to help him up, and the column set off again, this time towards the structure Lock had seen. Pushing their teenage bodies to their limits one last time, they arrived five hundred meters from the building nearly an hour and a half later in complete silence, the wounded having been silenced by the medics… At least temporarily. The farm consisted of two large hangars with closed doors, and three large houses separated by a dirt path. One of the houses had lights on inside.
Lock had everyone stop behind a hill overlooking the buildings before asking in a murmur.
"Who can still hold on a bit longer?"
Complete silence ensued...
Until three troopers stepped forward. Sergeant Hyro, and troopers Fog and Smoke, the three survivors of Squad Iota.
"We can, sir." Lock nodded in thanks before pointing to the house with lights.
"Go ahead, avoid showing hostility, and try to communicate as best as you can, if you're fired upon, retreat to cover." The three troopers nodded before Hyro made a small hand sign, indicating to his two men to stay behind him, and to be very cautious.
"I'll go as well...," Xyomm suddenly exclaimed, making his way through his brothers. Despite his injury that he refused to treat, the lieutenant seemed determined to accompany the men... Lock couldn't refuse that to him...
"Go ahead, lieutenant, but be cautious. Maybe even more than Hyro and his men, you're injured after all." Xyomm waved it off.
"A scratch like this won't bother me. Don't worry, Captain."
/
"Really, sergeant, why did you suggest us to go?" Fog asked, grumbling, dragging his feet, exhausted and covered in blisters in his boots, on the dusty and dry ground of the dirt path. Hyro shrugged.
"We might have been the only ones still able to move our legs, so stop whining..."
"Silence," ordered Xyomm, giving a stern look to the other three. Fog rolled his eyes behind his helmet but stayed quiet nonetheless.
The four clones continued to advance toward the house, and as they approached, the audio system in the lieutenant's helmet began to pick up the sound of utensils. "Who's eating at this hour...," the lieutenant murmured to himself. Night had fallen at least five hours ago...
The lieutenant holstered his DC-17s before approaching the front door. He raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, before bringing it closer to the door to knock... However... He hesitated. And his fist remained suspended... Xyomm turned his head... And looked at Hyro, Fog, and Smoke... The other three seemed slightly tense, and they returned his gaze. After all… It would be the first contact with the natives of the planet…
-Knock Knock-
He knocked hard enough, but not too much, the clattering of utensils ceased, and he heard a young voice asking a question, to which a female voice replied, then there was a tense and wary male voice on the other side of the door.
Then, there was silence.
And the door opened to reveal a tall man, with a physique typical of bureaucrats or high society on some planets Xyomm had been to, although he seemed to be dressed casually, he had short, neat black hair, and dark eyes that widened when they landed on the Lieutenant, scanning him up and down, however, after the initial surprise, the man regained his composure and began to ask a question in a language the clone didn't understand in a stern voice, before it suddenly turned into a panicked and frightened sound of surprise when he saw Hyro, Fog, and Smoke, and the weapons they held.
He stepped back, and another step as the earlier female voice asked something panickedly after hearing the man's cry of surprise.
Xyomm turned abruptly realizing suddenly and ordered.
"Drop your weapons to the ground, then slowly get up while showing your hands to show that we're not hostile."
His three brothers obeyed, and Xyomm took his pistols out of his holster and laid them on the ground while crouching, grunting as he pressed on his wound, before standing up and raising his hands in the air.
"We mean no harm," the lieutenant said calmly and slowly.
The man seemed to slightly calm down, his eyes narrowing as he looked at them again.
Then.
"You speak English?"
Xyomm's eyes widened, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his heart, before he asked, without answering the man's question.
"You speak Basic?"
The man seemed perplexed.
"Uh... No? This language is called English... The one you're speaking right now."
"Lieutenant. We're not home anymore, may I remind you," Smoke said, with a hint of disappointment in his voice... And Xyomm indeed remembered that they were no longer in their universe... Or galaxy... Anyway, home.
"We... Do indeed... Speak En-Eng-English?"
The clone struggled to pronounce the name of the language... The man looked at them as if they were crazy.
"Who are you, where do you come from, and what are you doing here on this property?"
The lieutenant searched for his words for a couple of seconds.
"I'll be straightforward. We're not from here. We don't know how we ended up on this planet, we come from the planet Kamino. I'm Lieutenant Xyomm of the Horn Company of the Grand Army of the Republic, and these are troopers Fog," the trooper in question remained silent, staring at the man, "Smoke," his brother saluted, "And Sergeant Hyro," the sergeant nodded. "We come here seeking assistance and a roof under which we can shelter."
The man in front looked skeptical before letting out a bored sigh.
"Listen, kids, I'm not joking, who are you, and where are your parents. You got me good with your plastic guns and cosplays."
Xyomm felt a slight surge of anger, he didn't trust them, but on some level, he understood the man.
"Sir. This is not a joke. In fact, I'm far from joking." He saw the man raise his arms to the starry sky and turn around with an exasperated expression.
"Why can't we have normal vacations..."
Despite it being muttered, his helmet's audio system caught it.
But he caught something else.
The female voice suddenly exclaimed, there was a sound of a chair and footsteps on the wooden floor of the house...
And a girl of his age appeared. She was tall and dressed in ordinary burgundy clothes, her black hair gathered into a ponytail, except for a strand on the left side of her face. Her dark eyes, like those of her father, fixated on the four clones with interest.
Her father turned around and began to speak in the unknown language. The girl responded to her father, and despite obvious protests from her father, turned to Xyomm, bowing.
The lieutenant took a step back, surprised, as the girl spoke in ba- no… English.
"My name is Yaoyorozu Momo, pleased to meet you."
Xyomm stumbled for a moment, surprised by such an attitude...
"I... Uh... Lieutenant Xyomm, of the Horn Company, pleased to meet you, Miss Momo."
The tall teen suddenly blushed. He didn't understand the reason and turned to look at his brothers who also shrugged.
The father stepped forward aggressively towards them. Looking angry.
"No! You little rascals! Not only do we not know who you are, now you're trying to court my daughter!"
Xyomm had a defensive reflex and reached for his waist... Where the handle of his blaster should have been... Before he remembered that the weapon was on the ground. However, his movement was abrupt... a little too abrupt...
And the clone clutched his side, opening his mouth to produce a silent scream before falling to his knees...
He had categorically refused to be treated by the clone medics, prioritizing his brothers... And four days of walking had not helped his wound in any way... It had probably even become infected. And severely at that.
Immediately, Hyro rushed to his superior's side.
"Lieutenant!"
Xyomm couldn't respond; his mouth was wide open from the pain, his brain overloaded with pain signals.
"What's happening?" the girl asked, her voice betraying concern. It was Smoke who spared the effort of speaking to the lieutenant.
"He took a blaster shot from a B2 Battle Droid in the abdomen."
"A blaster shot? You mean a pistol?"
Smoke shook his head negatively.
"A blaster is a weapon that fires a concentrated beam of energy, a laser; projectile weapons have become obsolete. Some still work with deadly efficiency, but the kind of weapon capable of penetrating armor has become rare."
The man was about to reply something, but his daughter interrupted him.
"Your lieutenant needs medical attention."
The father erupted for good.
"MOMO! WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THIS ISN'T A JOKE!"
The girl turned sharply.
"And what if it's not a joke? I don't think the world would appreciate it if the Yaoyorozu family let someone in need die."
Valid point... The father fell silent, and the raven-haired girl called out.
"MOM! CAN YOU COME HELP ME? WE HAVE SOMEONE INJURED!"
"No, not... necessary... Need... shelter... Medics... will treat... the... others."
The tall teen turned his head and looked at the lieutenant, who was getting up despite the pain.
"The others?"
Xyomm forced himself to avoid speaking like a robot.
"Fifty-nine other brothers. Nine injured and... about twenty wounded. We've... been walking for four days with little rest -Argh-, we're all tired, and our medics can't treat the wounded."
"I still don't believe you, where are your other 59 'brothers' then."
Xyomm found himself unable to answer due to a new surge of pain, and it was Fog who answered, pointing to the hill behind them.
"There... Waiting."
The man remained skeptical...
Then his daughter spoke up.
"I'll follow you."
There was a collective gasp from the three clones.
"Momo! No! These rascals are probably playing a tasteless prank on us! They don't have any 'brothers', and aliens don't exist! And the one pretending to be a Lieutenant must be faking his-"
"Take off your helmets," Xyomm suddenly ordered, much to the surprise of his three brothers. With some reluctance, all four removed their helmets...
There was a gasp of surprise.
"You... You... All look alike?" the raven-haired girl asked. To which Smoke replied, "That's the principle of clones, isn't it?"
However, the man was far from impressed.
"Nonsense! Who's to say it's not a child with a cloning quirk?"
The four clones looked at each other, perplexed.
"What's a... quirk?", asked Fog.
The man raised an eyebrow.
"Don't play dumb," the man said.
"No, dad... I don't think they're pretending..." the girl said.
The man chuckled.
"Oh, yes, they are. Look." He pointed to one of the weapons on the ground. "Are these your blasters? Since they apparently shoot lasers and can render a pistol obsolete, see that trash can over there? I bet your little plastic toys can't even damage it, let alone fire. And the distance will show us if, and also if your weapon can fire a projectile, you really know how to shoot like the soldiers you claim to be."
The smile that appeared on Smoke's face made the man uneasy. The trooper didn't even wait for Hyro's permission, who himself said nothing, to put on his helmet and grab his DC-15S.
The trooper aimed at the designated trash can; the man had pointed to one near one of the hangar, slightly illuminated by a lamp from the hangar. He took a breath before pressing the trigger.
-PEW!-
The energy beam shot towards the target, piercing the trash can through and through, before a metallic sound from inside resounded.
Silence fell, and the cunning smile on the man's face faded. He began to pale.
"You... You... You... Are indeed aliens?"
Xyomm nodded.
"What we've been trying to tell you all along."
The man had to sit down as his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. He pointed to one of the other two houses with a hand.
"You... You... Can take... That one... That… House"
Xyomm smiled relievedly.
"Thank you..."
The four clones put their helmets back on and picked up their weapons, with Hyro handing them back to Xyomm to save him the trouble of bending down. The lieutenant thanked him. The pain had subsided and become more or less bearable, and the five of them went to fetch the rest of the company waiting for them.
Wait...
How come five people?
The four clones turned around, staring incredulously at the young girl following them.
"What?" the girl asked.
Xyomm exchanged a glance with Hyro before asking.
"You're not... Afraid of us? We just proved that we're aliens after all."
The raven-haired girl shook her head.
"No, I'm not afraid... You seem to be my age, and you don't seem hostile, so why should I be? Plus… You are humans after all… Just like me or my parents…"
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Fifty-nine pairs of eyes fixed with surprise on the raven-haired girl.
"Who's this?" a trooper asked.
Lock wanted to know too. Xyomm, Hyro, Fog, and Smoke had managed to secure temporary shelter for them and had returned to report... However, the girl who had accompanied them... No one expected that.
Especially since Lock found the girl slightly resembled them.
Xyomm made the introductions.
"This is Miss Momo Yaoyorozu, the daughter of the people who provided us temporary shelter."
The girl blushed, remaining silent for a moment.
"Uh... Hello... To all of you..."
Lock stepped forward, Virr still supporting him.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Momo. I'm Captain Lock of the Horn Company."
The girl bowed again, blushing even more.
"Pleased to meet you... However..."
Lock expected a condition for their presence or something like that. But...
"I suppose you'll be staying here for a while then..." she chuckled nervously... "Here, in this country called Japan, as a courtesy... We use first names to signify our affection..."
He thought he heard Xyomm emit a choked scream.
"I... See... In that case... Pleased to meet you... Miss Yaoyorozu..."
"Yaoyorozu-san will be sufficient."
Lock remained puzzled...
"But... We don't have that in Basic..."
It was the girl's turn to look puzzled, and Xyomm spoke up.
"Here, Basic is called 'English'."
Lock registered the information...
"In that case... We don't have that in... Eng- English?"
The raven-haired girl seemed to understand better...
"That's normal. Here, we don't speak English... Or Basic as you call it... But a language called Japanese. Each country has its own language here."
"So your planet doesn't have a single government?" Lock asked, to which the tall teen shook her head.
"No. Each country has its own government."
Lock was about to ask another question, but a cry of pain reminded him that they should probably head to their shelter. The girl seemed to reach the same conclusion.
"Follow me," the girl ordered with a sudden firmness that surprised Lock. Normally, such firmness was only found in Jedi Knights when commanding their troops. He couldn't help but feel a hint of respect for that. Already at this age, this girl possessed such authority...
The girl turned and walked away, the group of sixty-three survivors bustling behind her to follow.
Lock asked Virr to speed up slightly, thus finding himself behind the girl. The large group marched silently except for the sound of Phase I armor boots hitting the ground. Then...
"I can't help but wonder... Why do they send children to the battlefields?"
Lock remained silent for a moment...
"We... We don't really look like this... The Kaminoans... The species that produced us from a bounty hunter's genes... Altered the DNA to make us grow faster... To provide more troops on the battlefields, if this physical alteration hadn't occurred... We wouldn't have the same appearance, we'd look more like twenty-five-year-old adults, rather than cadets..."
The girl remained silent before asking.
"Your war... How do you feel about it? Do you believe it's right?"
"We... We've lost a lot. All of us..." Lock looked at his brothers before continuing, "I... I feel a tremendous weight on my shoulders when I look at this war that divides and tears our world apart. It's... an endless tragedy, a spiral of destruction and suffering that seems to never find respite.
Every day, I see lives shattered under bombardments, families obliterated by laser barrages, dreams crushed by the destruction. Pain and sadness permeate every inch of this conflict, the justifications put forward seem so fragile in the face of the brutal reality of what is happening. I find that this war... Is waged solely due to political needs...
I can't help but feel deep despair seeing how violence and destruction seem to be the only response some seem to know. We are, civilians, clones, the galaxy... We are all victims of this madness, trapped in this... Infernal whirlwind of disproportionate violence..."
Lock struck his chest with a fist, his voice becoming emotional.
"We clones are seen as cannon fodder, meat for slaughter, however, many forget that we are living beings, not brainless droids! We have feelings! We have lost brothers, friends! For some, we are just numbers, serial numbers, a identical face among many others... We were created to fight... And for nothing else..."
The ravenette lowered her head and stopped. Lock noticed how she began to clench her fists... When she spoke, it was with a voice filled with compassion, but also with deep anger...
"No human being deserves to be treated like that," she turned her head to look Lock straight in the visor, "I dislike politics because of that... They see people only as numbers... As economic statistics, the higher the death toll climbs, the better it suits them, the fewer people to support... Here... We have a profession... Heroes... Some only do this job for glory and money... Others for noble causes... In the future... I want to become a hero, a hero who doesn't see people as profit, as glory and wealth, but a hero who sees people for their true worth, as living beings, as individuals who have emotions, a life. I want to prevent them from suffering, from losing loved ones, because no one deserves to lose anything."
Lock remained silent... Her cause resembled theirs a lot... Sure, they fought for their fallen brothers... But... They also fought for the populations; they sacrificed themselves to save people, innocents who never asked for this war...
The ravenette resumed her walk towards one of the houses, and Lock wondered about something... He had mentioned it...
'We were created to fight... And for nothing else...'
...
That was true... But... Now that they might be trapped here... Maybe forever... What would they do now? They knew nothing but holding a weapon and dying on the battlefield...
"You said you knew nothing but war... But we'll find something for you... Who knows... Maybe... You'll find something to do in this world? It's not too late to learn, you know..."
The ravenette said, like she rode into his thoughts, as they arrived in front of one of the imposing buildings.
Taking out a key, the girl inserted it into the lock and opened the door.
"Come in, and make yourselves at home. You might be a bit cramped, but otherwise I think everything will be fine."
Lock stepped aside, letting his brothers enter... Before turning to the girl...
"Thank you for welcoming us to your farm..."
The girl smiled...
"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing... And besides... It's not a farm, but a vacation house."
Lock nodded. And went in with Virr's help...
/
Momo stood for a long time in front of the door that the captain closed as soon as he entered... Silent...
A life of battles...
Momo wondered what these men had seen... Men, yes. Not clones. Not aliens.
In essence, a clone was born, grew up, evolved, learned. They certainly weren't ordinary clones that a quirk or science could create. Her conversation with that clone... Lock... and the first contact with them via the four who had introduced themselves... They could feel emotions... Laugh, cry, smile, feel pain...
And even if they came from another universe... They... Seemed human like her... Not like aliens
Another universe...
The ravenette wondered what it was like...
Apparently, other species existed and had been discovered...
How was Earth over there? Was it beautiful or devastated like some movies, were there quirks there? So many questions... What would the world say when they learned about this... Should they even tell the world that other dimensions existed?
She shuddered, remembering the files the United States had unveiled about Area 51 when she wasn't even born... When suspicions of experiments had been launched against America...
How the FBI had incarcerated people, among the first to possess quirks, and had committed horrible experiments on them... The United States government had publicly apologized, admitting these mistakes, and finding the excuse of 'the phenomenon was new, we had to know what was happening'...
She didn't even dare to imagine what would happen to the sixty-three... Technologies, biology... What would be inflicted upon them.
And she turned on her heels, trotting back to their house... Her father apparently had returned to properly recover from his psychological shock at the discovery that other worlds existed...
She passed through the door, closing it softly behind her...
"... realize?! What they could teach us and bring to the world?"
As soon as Momo heard that... Her muscles tensed suddenly...
"Their weapons can shoot lasers, they can teach us cloning technology, and much more! I'm sure their equipment is equipped with things so advanced that they would bring us trillions of trillions!"
The tall teen crept quietly into the corner despite her modest 170 kilograms. Her quirk required her body to have a higher density than normal, you wouldn't have guessed it with her physique, but she weighed very, very heavy. And she was only 13 years old.
She glanced into the dining room... Her mother looked wide-eyed at her father, who continued to verbally spill everything about the newcomers, unable to get a word in.
"The government could pay very well to obtain these clo-"
And it was at that moment that Momo stepped into the room.
"Not clones, humans. And no, it's better that the government doesn't learn of their existence."
A deafening silence filled the room...
"Dad... You were born when the United States revealed their mistakes at Area 51... Do you want that to happen to them?"
"But... They're just... Simple clones! It doesn't matter! Anyway, a clone is meant to be sacrificed, users of this kind of quirks use them as shields and current experiments show that they have little brain or cognitive activity. They can't even speak!"
"But these ones talk and move without any problem. You saw it yourself." noted Momo, crossing her arms and leaning in the doorway.
Her father opened his mouth...
"I talked to them. They have emotions, they are humans, they have lost more than we will lose in a lifetime, apparently in their universe they don't look the same, but still, they're only thirteen years old here. They are still children, maybe created for war, I grant you that, but still children Dad."
Her father stood there, slightly frustrated to see that potential wads of cash that could be obtained for a little work could fly away because his daughter opposed him. He clenched his teeth slightly before saying.
"Young lady. I don't believe you are old enough to meddle in these kinds of adult matters concerning the finances of the Yaoyorozu company."
"Kanai Yaoyorozu. Your argument is solely based on a parent's authority and is not based on any solid evidence given that you yourself sometimes let our daughter participate in important meetings."
Momo glanced appreciatively at her mother who rested her elbows on the table, the woman strongly resembled her, except that her hair was cut short and not long like Momo preferred. Her mother returned her gaze, subtly nodding her head. Her father looked at her, taking on a scandalized expression.
"Mio! You're not going to join in too!"
The woman nodded.
"Yes, I am going to join in. I agree with Momo, a clone is seen by our society as a tool to be used, whether of scientific origin or created by a quirk."
Mrs. Yaoyorozu looked at Momo before asking.
"Are our guests comfortably settled in?"
Momo shrugged.
"They must be a little cramped. It may be a big guesthouse, but I don't think it's suitable for sixty-three people..."
Mio Yaoyorozu slowly nodded, a small smile playing on her lips...
"Perfect... We wouldn't want our future adopted children to be uncomfortable in their new family... I plan to visit them tomorrow..."
Momo nodded...
Wait a second...
"What do you mean by that!?" exclaimed Momo and her father at the same time with a cry.
Her mother's smile widened.
"They are children, they come from a different universe so no family or adults to look after them... And... Orphanages aren't the best for children... And besides... It's that or a government lab like you suggested dear.", her mother said with a small look to her father
Momo exchanged a stunned look with her father...
"Don't you think it's a bit… of a hasty decision Mom?"
"No it isn't, I had wondered about that question since your father started to speak about them."
"… That… Was what… Like ten minutes ago Mom…"
"But... But... We don't even know what their quirk is! Or even if they have one!" exclaimed Mr. Yaoyorozu, interrupting Mio who was about that respond.
"In that case, we'll make one up! Same for a cover story and all the paperwork and birth certificates!"
"Mom... You're playing a dangerous game...," the ravenette warned, but her mother waved off the remark with a hand gesture.
"I know, but it's nothing."
"No, it's not nothing!" exclaimed her father.
And the two began to debate... Momo sighed... And went to look out the window... She had a strange feeling...
She had always wanted a brother or sister, that there was no doubt. All her friends had one... They were never alone... Momo had always felt a need to have someone other than her parents to talk to about her troubles, her dreams, her desires... For example, her parents wanted to steer her towards business once she got to high school... She had never told them that she wanted to go into heroism to help people... Rather than counting money and having so much of it she wouldn't know what to do with it...
She always wondered what having a sibling was like... Hence her desire for a brother or sister...
But still...
Sixty-three siblings...
That would still be a lot...
And that's the end!
Now I must go finish the chapter for another story before starting Chapter 3...
Hope you enjoyed!