'Verse: Resistance
Story: Chewtoy AU, co-author @whump-sprite
Timeline: Connor has unscooped Ari
Doubt
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Thursday's raid goes as smoothly as anyone could ask for, but Connor's heart isn't in it.
The market is deep in the lawless heart of the warlock ghetto. Connor's team ride in the most beat-up of the unmarked vans, and it passes for a local vehicle until the doors open and warlocks start to scatter.
There's no real resistance – which means no real Resistance – but that doesn't mean no danger. Warlocks throw fire and lightning when cornered. Connor calls his people back as soon as they’ve rounded up a handful.
He doesn't feel like taking unnecessary risks just so Maclauren can have more victims to torment.
Searching the market takes most of the afternoon. The agents pick over ramshackle stalls and turn out crates, cut locks off boxes and bags, and crack open the vehicles left behind.
There's plenty of contraband hidden amongst the second hand clothes and outdated electronics. Stashes of drugs and crystals. Illegal news rags full of slander and propaganda. A bookseller stocking nearly as many banned authors as banal trashy romances.
Nothing that the police couldn't have dealt with.
They were hoping for the kind of stockpiles that suggest a Resistance distribution point. The terrorists stock pharmaceuticals and foodstuffs and other basic supplies in bulk, and hand them out as bribes to keep the locals quiet and compliant.
But there's no evidence they were ever here.
Maybe the tip that brought Connor and his team here was a false lead. Maybe they just got unlucky, and the Resistance aren’t here this week. Either way the wasted afternoon does nothing to improve Connor's mood.
He doesn't feel great about dragging his struggling, protesting prisoners through to Interrogations either. Is this really gonna save the country? Does Maclauren even interrogate them, or is it only about his sadistic gratification?
Still, it gets Connor through the security doors.
Maclauren whistles his subordinates to heel to come process the new arrivals. Unfriendly interrogators emerge from cells and side rooms to take charge of the prisoners.
Ariadne is among them. She moves stiffly, head down. Following orders, not looking at anyone.
“Milonas,” Connor calls.
Her step falters, so he knows she’s heard him. She pretends she hasn’t.
“Milonas, get over here.” He knows why she won’t help him help her, but it’s still frustrating.
At the other end of the hall, Maclauren’s head snaps up at the sound of her name. He starts moving in Connor’s direction. Ariadne is still ignoring him.
After last time Connor is reluctant to grab her arm again, but she doesn’t leave him much choice. He quickens his steps to avoid Hall’s clumsy attempt at interception, and catches Ari by the elbow.
She drops the prisoner she was dragging. The warlock falls against her partner’s leg.
“Excuse you,” the other interrogator protests – and abruptly has her hands full as the prisoner –
sensing a chance that doesn’t really exist – digs his heels in in a futile bid to avoid going into the open cell ahead of him.
“Ariadne, come with me.”
She lets Connor pull her a step closer to him, but she doesn’t acknowledge him. Her face is a neutral mask. Her gaze rests somewhere around his navel. Maclauren is bearing down on them.
“I’m taking you to Medical, right now. No more missed appointments.” He pitches his voice low, but Maclauren is still close enough to hear.
“You’re not going anywhere, Milonas,” he growls.
She stiffens, pulling against Connor’s hold on her. Conscious of the wounds under her clothes, Connor lets her go. But he steps between her and Maclauren.
“You don’t give her orders,” says Maclauren, “not in my department.”
“Neither do you,” Connor snaps back. “She’s on leave. She shouldn’t even be down here.”
A humorless smile twists Maclauren’s face. “She isn’t going anywhere.”
Connor answers with a cold smile of his own, and taps the body cam on the front of his vest.
Maclauren’s eyes narrow.
“She’s coming with me. You have no grounds to stop her.”
For a second, the mask of civility slips, and ugly rage shows through the cracks. Then the snarl turns back into a measured, condescending sneer.
“She’ll finish the work she started,” Riven offers with wholly phony congeniality, “then I’ll send her up to you.”
Unamused, Connor shakes his head. “She shouldn’t be working at all. She’s coming with me.”
“I don’t want to,” Ariadne interjects. Her voice is tight with stress. They’re attracting an audience. “I’m not going to Medical, I-I’m staying here. I want to work.”
“I’m not asking you, Milonas,” Connor snaps. “This is not your choice to make.”
She steps back as Connor turns to her, but he follows her and grabs her wrist before she can pull away.
“Go ahead and try to stop me,” he dares Riven.
But Ariadne digs her heels in, just like the warlock a minute before. Frustrated, Connor tightens his grip and tugs her firmly after him. Her breath catches and she stumbles forwards. He doesn’t give her time to plant her feet again, but hauls her away from Maclauren, through the guard room and out through the security doors without releasing her wrist.
Maclauren glares daggers at them until they’re fully out of sight.
“I told you I didn’t want this,” Ariadne hisses. But she stops pulling against his hand. “Are you trying to get me hurt?”
“Nothing is going to change,” Connor tells her, “if you don’t let anyone help you.”
“Fuck you, Connor.”
He takes her all the way to Medical. He talks for her, installs her on a plastic chair, and waits with her until he has confirmation that the doctor will see her – despite his phone buzzing in his pocket, no doubt urging him to get to debriefing already.
Ariadne sits still as a statue, eyes down, and only speaks to answer Connor when he talks to her. It makes him sick, seeing her like this.
He has to leave her to go get debriefed. The reprimand for arriving late seems like the cherry on top of an extremely aggravating day – until he finally gets back to Medical to check on Ariadne, and finds her gone.
She left, the secretary tells him, not five minutes after Connor did.
He can’t believe her.
There’s no helping some people.
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The Storm
The Red Mafia is on their way to a foreign planet when they're intercepted by a giant storm. With one of their members out of order and their destination no where in sight, their mission chances are looking worse and worse by the second. Will they be able to pull through, or will this mission end in another failure?
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Author's Note: We will be uploading another story next Wednesday (6/1/2022) to get back on our upload schedule after missing a week.
Next Update: [Updated]
Word Count: 4176
2 Weeks after “The Failure”
“Looks like there’s a storm ahead of us,” Mad said to the cockpit full of the Red Mafia members, “Might get a little bumpy, you guys should strap in.” The group nodded and began buckling into their seats.
“What’s our ETA, Mad?” Velvet asked, the click of her seatbelt echoing around the room.
“About half an hour,” the robot responded, pulling up the GPS on their control panel.
“Great,” Velvet responded, grabbing their book from the seat next to them, “Let me know when we’re there.”
“What are you reading, Velvet?” Maroon asked, leaning over from their seat next to them.
“None of your business,” The assassin said coldly, “Plus it’s in Latin so it wouldn’t matter.”
Maroon let out a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing.” The cabin was silent for a while. Eventually, the Red Mafia could feel small turbulence on the Umbrella. Solana gazed out of the window at the front of the cockpit at the bright colours of the storm they were travelling through. It looked almost like a kaleidoscope a small child would own, with the colours of the rainbow strewn around like fingerpaint. As time passed, the turbulence got worse and worse. Maroon looked like they were going to be sick, and Solana felt similarly. The bounces of the spacecraft seemed to have little effect on Velvet, surprisingly.
What kind of storm is this? Solana thought, taking a deep breath, I haven’t felt anything this bad since the war.
“Uh..” Maroon began weakly, “Are we almost out of the storm?” Mad shook their T.V. head.
“There’s no end in sight, we might be in this storm for the rest of the journey.”
“Did you get lost?” Velvet asked nonchalantly, turning a page in her book.
“Highly unlikely, I’ve been following the GPS. There’s no way I could’ve taken a wrong turn,” The android replied, “Iska will probably just be on the other side of the storm.”
“Is there a possibility the storm’s messing with your GPS?” Solana asked, “I know that used to be a problem on older spacecraft models.”
“Are you calling my ship old?”
“Yes.”
Mad placed a glaring face on its T.V. screen.
“I mean, compared to modern ships Mad, the Umbrella is ancient,” Velvet stated.
“It’s still not old,” Mad responded.
“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Solana said. Velvet set her book down once more. Solana caught a glimpse of the title but it just looked like gibberish. Velvet locked eyes with Maroon and frowned.
“Maroon, are you ok?” they asked, Maroon shook their head.
Mad turned to look at them. “What’s wrong Maroon, feeling spacesick?”
Maroon nodded. Velvet turned to the cabinet next to her and pulled out a bottle of pills.
“Here, take this,” Velvet said, tossing it to Maroon, “Calculate your dosage on the back.”
“What is this?” Maroon asked, turning the bottle over.
“It’s a pill that helps reduce the sickness people get from the apparent weightlessness in space as well as the high speeds. It’s one of the only products my parents make that I still use.”
Maroon looked up at Velvet. “Wait, I thought your parents owned an ammunition distribution company?”
“That’s only their main company,” Solana stated, “They own hundreds of smaller companies, including a pharmaceutical company.”
“Bingo,” Velvet said.
“How did you know that?” Mad asked, turning to look at Solana.
“Unlike you two time-hoppers, I was actually born in this era,” The elf responded, shrugging, “Mind if I have some of the Spacen’t pills, Velvet?”
“Sure, knock yourself out,” Velvet said, “Well, not actually.”
“Wait,” Mad said, puzzled, “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“About?” Solana asked.
“The name of the pills. What is it?”
“Spacen’t?”
Mad broke out laughing.
“That is the stupidest name I’ve ever heard,” the robot said. Maroon looked down at the bottle and then at Solana.
“Uh- I can’t read this.”
Isn’t it in English? he thought, frowning, “Here, hand it to me.” Maroon obliged. Solana popped the cap and poured their dose, three pills, into their hand. She glanced up at Maroon.
Yeah, one pill will probably be enough.
He grabbed another from the bottle and tossed it to them. They attempted to catch the small circle but it slipped through their fingers. Velvet caught it and handed it to them.
“You do know what a pill is, right?” they joked. Maroon’s face turned a shade of pink.
“O-of course I do.” They raised the pill and stared at it. Velvet raised an eyebrow.
“You put it in your mouth, Maroon,” Mad clarified, “Don’t chew it.”
“Oh.”
Solana laughed and popped all three of hers into her mouth. It took a few seconds but their stomach began to settle. Maroon followed suit and seemed to instantly relax.
“It’s already helping,” Maroon said.
“Yeah, this shit’s magical. Should’ve assumed Velvet Bolton would have some,” Solana said with a chuckle. Velvet rolled their eyes.
“That brings up a question of mine,” Mad began, “Why don’t your parents come looking for you?” Velvet tensed up. Solana’s eyes widened and they turned to the droid.
Mad, don’t.
“What?” Velvet asked, staring at the robot.
“Well I mean,” Mad continued, “We all know you hate your parents but you’d think people with that much power and influence would want to find their missing kid. Unless they hate you just as much as you hate them, which would explain a lot.”
“It’s not fucking important,” Velvet said coldly, “And more importantly, it’s none of your fucking business.”
“Sorry Velvet, you’re right. That’s not my place,” it apologised. Solana let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Velvet stared silently out the front window until a siren began echoing around the cabin. All of the members of the Red Mafia jumped in response.
“What’s that?” Solana asked. Her hand quickly fell on her spear, which was propped up against the wall next to her.
“Some kind of warning. I don’t know what it is, give me a sec,” Mad said, their robotic fingers quickly clicking on the control panel’s keyboard. Velvet unbuckled the straps keeping them in their seat.
“Is that a good idea Velvet-” Solana started, staring at them.
“If it’s an attack at least one of us should be ready to fight to buy the others time to get prepared,” she stated nonchalantly, “Might as well be me.”
“Something’s wrong with the power,” Mad stated, “It looks almost damaged, although nothing’s happened!”
“Sabotage?” Solana asked. Mad shook their head.
“The security alarms would’ve gone off,” Mad said. The automated voice almost seemed to shake. Solana frowned.
“Are you ok, Mad?” Maroon asked the bot.
“I-I don’t know. Something feels off but I can’t locate the problem,” they replied, their voice even shakier now.
“With yourself or the Umbrella?” Velvet asked. They never got a response though, as Mad seemingly lost consciousness and began falling towards the floor of the cabin. Luckily, Velvet managed to catch it before their T.V. screen could shatter.
“Mad!” the two other members of the Red Mafia shouted in unison. Velvet slowly set Mad down on the floor with some very colourful Latin language.
“What’s wrong with them?” Maroon asked.
“Well if I knew that I would’ve already told you, wouldn’t I?” Velvet replied sarcastically. Maroon quickly unbuckled themself and ran over to kneel next to the robot.
“M-maybe they just lost power? Yeah, that’s got to be it!” Maroon tried. Velvet looked at the kid, frowning. Before she could comment on it, however, Solana had unbuckled and joined the two of them next to the unconscious robotic body of their teammate.
“Yeah,” Solana mumbled, “Maybe they forgot to charge last night. Why wouldn’t they tell us that though…”
“Maybe not to worry us! Mad’s thoughtful like that.”
“Whatever the case,” Velvet interjected, standing up, “We need to focus on landing this ship. None of us are qualified pilots.” She moved in front of the control panel. Letters from an alien language and numbers far too big for them to process in the moment whizzed around the screen.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Solana asked.
“I literally just said that none of us are qualified pilots,” Velvet said sarcastically, “Of course I don’t. But there’s only one way to find out.” The assassin slammed their hand on a blue button near the edge of the touchscreen part of the keyboard. The three slowly lifted off the ground, remaining in the air like ghosts. Maroon gripped Mad’s robotic arm to keep it from floating around the cabin.
“Oops,” Velvet said, “That might’ve been the artificial gravity.”
“Oh no fucking shit,” Solana said sarcastically, “Turn it back on.”
Velvet turned back to the control panel. “It’s gone.”
“What’s gone?”
“The button I pressed.”
Solana facepalmed.
“You fucking dumbass,” The elf said, propelling themself towards the control panel by using swimming strokes, “Out of the way, let me see.” After a few minutes of examination, Solana threw their hands up in the air in frustration.
“This ship is so old I don’t know what any of these buttons do!” they yelled.
“Whatever, we don’t need gravity,” Velvet mumbled, “Can you try to set the autopilot to land us on the nearest planet?”
“Two problems with that: 1. I still don’t know what the buttons do and 2. There aren’t any planets in sight.”
“Could you two stop fighting?” Maroon asked, “It’s not helping with anything!”
“Shut the fuck up, Maroon!” Velvet shouted, “We don’t need your peacemaker bullshit right now.” Solana stared at Velvet. Maroon’s eyes widened before they shut them tight. Velvet quickly noticed tears forming in the younger teen’s eyes.
“Ugh, I’m sorry Maroon,” Velvet mumbled, “Whatever, I’m going to try to turn on manual steering.”
Solana looked at the assassin in shock. “Are you crazy? You can’t pilot a spacecraft!”
“Maybe not, but who knows where the autopilot is taking us,” Velvet stated, clicking some buttons on the keyboard, “We need to get out of this storm so that we can locate a planet to land on.” Velvet’s rapid clicking on the keyboard echoed around the cabin as the teen attempted to turn off the autopilot.
“At least let me drive-”
The Umbrella lurched forward before coming to a stop abruptly.
“Got it!” Velvet shouted victoriously, “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.” She grabbed the piloting controls and began to drift the spacecraft to the left.
“Hey, this isn’t too hard,” they said as they turned the ship, “I don’t know what you were talking about, Sola-” Suddenly, the ship began spinning out of control in the opposite direction. Screams echoed around the cabin as Velvet attempted to regain control over the ship. Solana bounced into one of the windows, wincing in pain. Maroon, with Mad in tow, ran into the door that led to the rest of the ship. Velvet gripped the controls, pushing them in the other way than the ship was spinning. It slowed to a stop.
“You were saying?” Solana shouted, hand on their head.
“I think I’m gonna be sick again-” Maroon said, covering their mouth with one of their hands.
“Please don’t puke, that’ll only make this worse,” Solana told the young teen, “Puking in zero gravity, not fun.”
“This is why I hate space travel,” Velvet groaned.
“You gotta be more careful with it, Velvet,” Solana said, “You were jerking it around which is why it started to spin.”
“I thought you said it was too old for you to fly,” Velvet mumbled.
“The features are outdated but flying mechanics have remained the same for hundreds of years,” Solana replied, smirking, “Have you never taken a flying class, Velvet?”
“I only went to school through middle school, and even that education is iffy. So no, I didn't,” Velvet responded with a glare.
Solana let out a chuckle. “That explains a lot.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Velvet demanded. Solana laughed.
“There….there are flying classes?” Maroon questioned.
“We should be out of this storm any second now,” the elf said, looking back at the rest of the group.
“Why are we going so slow?” Velvet demanded.
“Because unlike you I’d rather go slow and not crash than jump to Mach 3 and crash us into the nearest planet,” Solana responded. Velvet rolled her eyes. The Umbrella was silent for the next few minutes until it broke through the black and rainbow-coloured clumps of the storm. The clear black sky dotted with white stars surrounded the ship as Velvet began to scan the area for a planet they could land on.
“Over there,” She said, pointing out a small blue dot in the distance, “That’s a planet. Not sure which one though.”
“Ok, headed over there.”
The landing gear softly collided with the dirt of the planet as Solana guided the ship to the ground. The Red Mafia took in the scenery of the terrain, observing clear blue water features and blue plants surrounding it. The dirt was blue as well, blending in with the sky.
“That’s a lot of blue,” Velvet commented, crossing her arms.
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, Velvet,” Solana scoffed. Velvet rolled their eyes. After some trial and error, Solana found the button to open the doors to the spacecraft and the team tumbled to the ground. Maroon attempted to break Mad’s fall by placing them above a beanbag and allowing them to fall down onto it.
Almost as soon as she had fallen, Velvet was up on her feet with her dagger unsheathed, looking out the door. The assassin scanned the cyan landscape as the other members of the Red Mafia regained their balance. Velvet’s eyes locked on a deep royal blue castle in the distance. Towers winded around the main building of the palace and the teen could make out the figures of guards patrolling around the perimeter.
“There’s a castle about 35 kilometres east,” Velvet commented, “I’m going to hike over there, the brush doesn’t look too deep.”
“I’m going with you,” Solana responded, “Maroon, can you keep the Umbrella safe while we’re gone?”
“Um-”
“Good luck Maroon! See you soon!”
Before Maroon could react their teammates were already out of earshot, running towards the far-off building. Maroon let out a sigh and looked over at Mad. The assistance droid was still off. Maroon took a seat next to the bean bag and faced the door.
“Well, Mad,” Maroon mumbled, “Now we wait.”
Solana and Velvet huddled behind a large cyan bush outside the guarded perimeter of the palace grounds. Velvet mumbled under her breath, barely audible to Solana’s trained ears.
“What was that?” Solana whispered.
“I’m counting the guards, shut the fuck up,” Velvet hissed.
“Why? Let’s just go in there and ask if we can borrow some tools to fix up our ship and then we’ll be on our way.”
Velvet glared at the elf. “Are you fucking insane?”
“I like to think I’m not.”
“Let’s think about this from their perspective for a second. Two random humanoids suddenly show up in front of your home, completely unprompted. They come in with some sob story about their ship crashing and their pilot being unconscious. At first, you feel inclined to help them. After all, one looks barely in high school and the other seems to only be 20 or so. However, upon closer inspection, the younger one shares an unsettling similarity to the missing child of a wealthy company that may or may not have hurt your family and people in the past. These people could hurt you again, their ruse is probably just a trap! So logically you send your army to effectively dispose of the intruders. Then boom, we’re dead.”
Solana blinked a few times. “That was…surprisingly in-depth.”
“Foresight is one of my many talents,” Velvet said with a smile.
“Let me finish,” Solana interrupted, “I think you’re over-exaggerating this. Not everyone in the universe has crippling trust issues like you, Velvet.”
“Hey!”
“Let’s just walk up and say hello. We’ll explain our situation and if it goes south, I’m good at fighting.”
“But-”
“Come on Velvet, what’s the worst that can happen?”
“I literally just-”
Solana covered Velvet’s mouth with their hand.
“Hush, you’re gonna scare them and then we’ll never get anywhere.” Solana smiled and stood up from behind the bush.
“Hello!” They began, drawing the attention of all 32 guards near them, “My name is-”
The guards aimed their weapons straight at Solana.
This is so boring, Maroon thought as they gazed upon the cyan landscape of the planet. Only 10 minutes had passed since Solana and Velvet headed off to the castle in the distance and so far there had been no attacks on the Umbrella. Maroon shook their head.
I should be grateful, they thought to themself, If I’m bored, I’m not fighting for my life. In the tranquil silence, Maroon heard footsteps outside of the ship. Their heart skipped a beat.
Spoke too soon, they mentally scolded themself. They carefully stood grabbing a metal pole that was stored behind the seats in the cockpit. The teen held the pole up defensively as they exited the Umbrella. The sound of their heart beating filled their ears. Maroon did their best to silence their footsteps as they walked around the outside of the ship by growing moss in their path before their feet could collide with the baby blue soil.
They slowly rounded the edge of the spaceship when an object collided with their stomach. Maroon tumbled to the ground, the wind having been knocked out of them. They desperately gasped for air, attempting to refill their lungs. Before they could make decent progress something gripped their red and black hair and lifted them off the ground. Some of their hair ripped out of their scalp and fell to the ground. Maroon’s eyes locked with the face of…what?
“Well well well,” the human said, a menacing smirk on their face, “Margaret Pembrooke, daughter of Maximillian Buysse. It is a surprise to see you here on my home planet, Pu Llannette.”
“Y-you!-” Maroon gasped out.
“Yes, it is I! L’Arj Mahnnnh!” he called out triumphantly.
“But..but..-” Maroon struggled to create words with the little air they had.
“But you killed me? Yes, I thought that too! But modern technology and medicine saved me from your poisonous prison of fungi and here I stand today!” Maroon took a deep breath, the air finally remaining in their lungs, before looking at L'arj Mahnnnh. He had once looked like a stereotypical-looking mafia leader but now had become a cybernetically enhanced bounty hunter. L’Arj Mahnnnh had a prosthetic robot arm and a welder’s mask with a red visor, contrasting the chartreuse highlights on his dark armour.
“There’s no way-” Maroon called out, having finally regained their breath, “I watched you die.”
L’Arj Mahnnnh scoffed. “Of course you would believe that when you lost consciousness. Your friend, Velvet Bolton, daughter of Unor Bolton, should’ve known I lived!”
“W-what?” Maroon mumbled. Velvet’s words echoed in their mind: Let’s just say I don’t think we’ll be hearing from L’arj Mahnnnh anytime soon. Their eyes widened.
Did she know? Why wouldn’t they tell me-
“Of course she didn’t tell you! Criminals are very untrustworthy, you know. It would be in your best interest to separate yourself from that girl, Margaret Pembrooke. Boltons only bring trouble.”
Before Maroon could respond, alarms blared from all over the forest. L’Arj Mahnnnh dropped Maroon in surprise, frantically looking around to find the source of the noise. The teen seized their chance, quickly standing up after they hit the ground. Maroon grabbed the metal pole and whacked L’Arj Mahnnnh in the chest. He grunted in surprise, bending over in pain. Maroon shoved him to the ground with a loud thump.
Maroon looked at the man on the ground. An empty scabbard sat on his hip, decorated with golden swirls and gemstones forming several shapes.
Where’s his weapon?
In one swift motion, L’Arj Mahnnnh threw Maroon over his shoulder and the teen collided hard with the blue soil. Maroon’s vision began to go dark as they desperately tried to fill their lungs once again. L’Arj Mahnnnh loomed over them. He held out his hand, as if to grab something. Maroon gasped for air.
“Uh…w-what are you doing?” they breathed.
“You will see.” The pair heard a quick whooshing noise as a great double-edged blade flew through the air and into L’Arj Mahnnnh’s hand.
“Oh what the-” Maroon breathed. L’Arj Mahnnnh raised the blade but a blast of light collided with his back, knocking him to the ground about 6 metres behind where Maroon was on the ground. Maroon struggled to remain conscious and their vision began to widen. They looked up and saw Mad standing at the entrance to the Umbrella holding some kind of machine.
“Mad!” Maroon called out, “You’re ok!” Mad displayed a smiley emoticon on their screen as they ran over to them.
“Of course I am, you didn’t think a little storm could take me out, did you?” The droid responded.
“Well I mean-”
“Don’t answer that.” Mad held out a hand to help Maroon up. Once Maroon was steadily on their feet, the pair turned their attention to the now-unconscious L’Arj Mahnnnh.
“Who even is that?” Mad asked, gesturing to the unconscious human.
“L’Arj Mahnnnh.”
“Wait, isn’t that the dude you and Velvet fought on that mission to get the Custodio power gem?”
“That’s the one.”
Mad sighed and powered off the laser gun. “Well, what are we going to do with him?”
“Just leave him here, I guess. What is that thing?” Maroon gestured at the gun.
“Laser gun. Elanor built it for me to help with repairs. It’s not really lethal per se, but it’s sure to be quite the shock to whoever gets hit by it.” Maroon walked over to L’Arj Mahnnnh’s unconscious body and kneeled down. They took the sword out of L’arj Mahnnnh’s hand. It was shaped like a hexagon, with six sides coming together to form a sharp point. Words lined the edges of the blade but Maroon couldn’t make them out.
A magical sword, Maroon thought, This is the first magical item I’ve seen here. They must be rarer here than in Gaelicia. Maybe they are made differently?
“So uh, a few questions. One, where are we? Two, where are Solana and Velvet? And three, what happened to the Umbrella?” Mad asked.
“We’re on- well, L’arj Mahnnnh called it Pu Llannette. Solana and Velvet went to a castle they spotted a little bit away, I assume they’re the reason for the alarms going off right now. And about the Umbrella, after you went unconscious Solana and Velvet tried to land it and uh, didn’t go too well,” Maroon replied, turning around, “Take a look at this sword.”
“Those little-” Mad mumbled, “Sure, let me see it.” Maroon held the sword up to Mad to look at.
“Oh cool, it's an ancestral sword. Didn’t know they still had those.”
Maroon frowned. “Ancestral sword?”
“Yeah, centuries ago it was common for families to have a sword that got passed down from generation to generation. Every new wielder of the sword engraves their name into the blade, you can see all the names on the sword.” Mad pointed at the words.
It’s like a magical heirloom. I want to study it but…there’s a whole family’s history here. Can I just take it like that?
“He did this thing where he held his hand out and the blade came to him,” Maroon lowered the sword so the point was touching the ground.
A question mark appeared on Mad’s screen. “So it’s magic? There were always rumours that ancestral metal had magical properties but everyone just dismissed it. Is that the only thing it could do?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t do anything else with it.”
It could be dangerous if in the wrong hands. Velvet would…she’d want me to take it. Keep magic in our hands, right?
“Huh. Velvet would probably know more about it than I would.”
Maroon glanced at the blue castle, now lit up with red lights.
Maybe it’ll get Velvet to trust me more.
“I’m taking it,” Maroon stated.
“Wait what?-” Mad exclaimed, “You’re stealing it?”
Maroon took a deep breath and turned back to Mad. Its screen was pitch-black now.
“Everyone has their own weapon. This’ll be mine.”
“You have your powers, Maroon. Is there any way I can talk you out of this?”
Maroon shook their head, earning a sigh from Mad. The droid turned around and started walking towards the Umbrella.
“Fine, okay. Hurry up, though. I’m sure Solana and Velvet will be back soon with a lovely army they’re running from, so I want to be ready to take off as soon as they get back.” Maroon nodded, grabbing the sword’s scabbard and attempting to attach it to their waist. It was too loose so they opted to wear it cross-body instead. Mad was checking the ship’s diagnostics when Maroon finally returned to the cockpit.
“How the heck did they manage to not only turn off the artificial gravity but completely throw off the ship's equilibrium?” Mad mumbled angrily. It paused when Maroon joined them at the console and sighed.
“Luckily,” it began, “The ship doesn’t seem to have any damage beyond that and I’ve already recalibrated both of those. We’re good to go as soon as they get back.” A loud thump echoed around the cabin. Mad and Maroon spun around to see Solana lying on the ground, their legs pushed up against the wall.
“Hi guys,” Solana said, “How’s it hanging?”
Mad sighed and crossed its arms. “Where’s Velvet?”
“Right here!” Velvet called out as they jumped on the ship, “Mad get us out of here.”
“Wow, not even a hello. How rude,” Mad said sarcastically, closing the door. Velvet rolled her eyes.
“You can get a hello when we’re not in danger of getting ambushed by an entire army of soldiers,” she shot back. Mad chuckled and powered up the engines. The team strapped in as the Umbrella lifted into the air and zoomed out of the atmosphere of the planet. Velvet wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead while Solana looked at Maroon.
“What’s that?” Solana asked, gesturing to the sheath attached to them.
“A sword I found,” Maroon replied, unsheathing the blade, “I got it from an old uh…acquaintance.”
Velvet’s eyes narrowed as they looked at the blade.
“An acquaintance? I find that hard to believe considering you’re from the 1800s.”
Maroon laughed.
“I have a story for you. Remember L’arj Mahnnnh?”
Velvet’s groan was so loud that Maroon was sure the guards on Pu Llannette could hear it.
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