War In the Blue Sun (RP 5 of 5)

Author's Note: Yeah, I know it doesn't count. Doesn't matter, there's no shoot anyway. But I wasn't working this hard on something to not post it, so whatever.


~Inside one of several strange, techno-organic chambers within the living starship known as Grimmauld, the two female Guardians, Bonnie Blue and Nightmare, stood on opposite sides of the room in a tense silence. Like most of Grimmauld's interior chambers the walls were metallic in nature, but pulsed and contracted ever so gently, like the beating of a heart. Unlike most of Grimmauld's chambers, this one had several table-like protrusions rising up from the floor, and an array of what seemed to be surgical supplies and medical equipment, though for what manner of being, neither Bonnie nor Crystal could begin to guess. Regardless, there had been enough clues to indicate that the chamber was what passed for a medical bay. The silence had been deafening while Bonnie did what little was necessary to patch Crystal up; the wounds were mostly superficial - a few minor scrapes and scratches - but the bruising and swelling around the right knee would make walking difficult.

  The tension between the two women only grew as Bonnie silently packed away the unused gauzy material, and what had smelled enough like hydrogen peroxide to make her hope she wouldn't regret cleaning Nightmare's wounds with it. Blue could feel Crystal staring daggers at her from across the room - confirmed it even, with a surreptitious glance from the corner of her eye - but Nightmare pointedly looked away when Bonnie turned in her direction. Mildly exasperated, Blue let out a sigh and shook her head. "I hope the guys are doin' all right." Bonnie said quietly. "I'm sure you do." Nightmare replied, with more than a bit of cattiness to her voice. Blue frowned at the tone, her eyebrows drawing together in affront. "And what's that s'posed to mean?" Bonnie asked, making an effort to keep the edginess she felt out of her voice, and Crystal gave her an all too innocent look.

  "Oh nothing at all," Nightmare responded in a syrupy sweet voice, "I'm sure you're very worried about all the boys, aren't you, little miss Southern Comfort? Hmm? Such a good, responsible Team Mommy." Blue's fingers subconsciously balled into a white-knuckled fist so tight that the knuckles cracked with an audible pop, causing her to look down in mild surprise and visibly force herself to unclench her hand. "I think you're bein' a little rude," Bonnie tried to say, but Crystal cut right back in, "I don't really care what you think of me; it couldn't be half as bad as what I think of you." Blue took a step toward Nightmare, then stopped herself short, and turned away. "That's right, bitch, back off; you don't want none of this." Crystal said, the sudden flare in her voice pulling Bonnie back to face her again. "What the fuck is your problem with me, lady?" She demanded of the other woman.

  Nightmare stared at Blue silently through slitted eyes. "You're trying to steal my husband." She finally spat, with all the venom of a cobra. Bonnie's face screwed up in both anger and offense at the accusation. Several responses flashed through her mind, and when she opened her mouth, the Daughter of Time said the only thing that made sense. "BAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Tha--Tha--That's what..? HAAAHAHAHA!!!" As Blue bent over to slap her knee, holding her ribs with the other hand, Crystal's face turned a bright pink; first in anger, then in embarrassment when she realized what a petty fool she had been. A chuckle escaped Nightmare's lips, then another, and a moment later she was laughing along with Bonnie, though perhaps not quite as heartily. When the two women had composed themselves, having finally cleared some of the long-standing tension between them, Blue shook her head in wonder, and gave Crystal an inquisitive look.

  "Y'all have to know Cam's crazy 'bout you; how'd you even get the thought he might be cheatin' on you? Especially with me?" Nightmare shifted uncomfortably, and looked away for a moment. "I don't know," Crystal said, shrugging helplessly as she met Bonnie's gaze, "I mean, you're not a hyper-aggressive berserker woman like I am; I don't exactly make it easy on Cameron. Besides, he always had such a strong bond with Johnny Reb, that it's kind of hard to convince myself that he would have stuck around if Johnny had been a hot blonde with a nice rack." Blue raised an eyebrow at the comment, but shrugged it off. "I might have his Dee En Ay, but I ain't Johnny Reb. And besides," Bonnie replied, giving Nightmare a frankly appraising look, "If'n I were gonna try to steal anyone, darlin', it wouldn't be Cam. Don't get me wrong; he's easy on the eyes. But he ain't as pretty as he thinks."

  Crystal smiled in spite of herself, then put on a serious face. "Look, I owe you an--" She began, but Bonnie cut her off, "No you don't. If anything, you might want to apologize to Cam, for thinkin' he might have eyes fer anyone else." She said with a smile, when Grimmauld interrupted with a chorus of his cosmic dragon speech. The grin faded from Blue's face, replaced with a touch of worry. "What is it?" Nightmare asked, meeting Bonnie's eye once she re-focused. "Company." Came the simple reply. Outside the living starship, and still some miles distant - but approaching fast - a dark cloud on the horizon drew inexorably closer. And as it did so, it became apparent that the cloud was a dust trail being raised by a raiding party of epic proportions. It also became apparent that the raiding party's course and speed, whether intended or otherwise, would have them knocking on Grimmauld's door, so to speak, far too quickly for Bonnie's liking.


~The Polar Phantasm and Alex Richards found themselves on a high point in the sandy wastes, parked at the peak of a dune and sitting atop the Strange Rover. Alex was having a look around with some binoculars, while Polar carefully surveyed the surrounding area with nothing more than his eyes, trying to map it somehow in his head. "Hmm... Is it a helicopter?" Alex guessed, prompting Polar to turn and stare at him blankly for a moment. "What part of that clue made you think 'helicopter'?" Cam asked wonderingly. Richards lowered the binoculars and turned to look at him in surprise. "Oh, that was supposed to be a clue?" He asked genuinely, "My bad. Repeat that for me, let me try again." Polar barked a laugh and shook his head at Alex. "If I drink, I die. If I eat, I'm fine. What am I?" Richards considered this for a moment. "Not someone I want to hang out with." Alex said, with a nod of satisfaction.

  "Okay, my turn. What has four eyes, but can't see?" Cam snorted in response. "Easy; Mississippi." Richards shook his head emphatically. "Nope. The answer is play by play commentator Michael Stelzner, after I poked him in the eyes last Sunday. Would you believe he had the nerve to try telling me Pabst Blue Ribbon is better than Zima?" Alex picked up his counting stick, and reached down to scratch another line into the tally etched in the sand, then went back to scanning the horizon. "Man, I had no idea I was so good at riddle games." He said, and Polar just shook his head with another laugh. "My turn again? All right..." Cam stroked his chin while he tried to think of an appropriate riddle. So far the Archduke of Mass Confusion had managed to provide a logical, if strange, answer to every brain teaser Polar had been able to think up, though never the "correct" one. The man certainly lived up to his title.

  Perhaps a more simple riddle would throw the man off his game. "What has hands, but can't clap?" Cam asked, sweeping his gaze across the dunes, searching for any sign of movement. "Stephen Hawking. And that's a little insensitive, dude." The off-kilter Richards answered without missing a beat. A shimmer in the distance caught his attention, but when he focused in that direction, there was nothing to be seen. "Hmm... Oh, I know! Where is the ocean deepest?" Polar smiled, certain he'd get this one. "On the bottom." This time it was Alex who looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. "The Mariana Trench, man. Are you letting me win? Nobody can be this bad at riddles." Cameron took his eyes off the horizon long enough to give Alex a shrug. "I don't know what to tell you, homie; I didn't think I was this bad either." Polar turned back, and a sudden flurry motion had him springing to his feet.

  "Shit!" Cam exclaimed, mentally kicking himself for not being more careful as he tried to count the number of weapons suddenly being pointed at him. "Don't be so hard on yourself," Said Richards, obliviously still scanning the horizon with his binoculars, unaware of the situation developing behind him. "I'm sure with practice, you might even be as good as me some day." Alex turned to give Polar a wide grin, which froze on his face when he saw what was up. "Oh. Shit indeed." Richards began to inch away from the many pointy, glowing weapons, and tugged at Cameron's arm. "Maybe if we're careful, we can sneak..." Alex trailed off as he threw a glance behind him, and almost wished he hadn't. It seemed that the Strange Rover was completely surrounded. "Or not." He finished lamely. "Yeah, I don't think I need to tell you how fucked we are. On a scale of one to ten, this is easily a forty-two." Cam stated matter-of-factly, and turned to Richards.

  "It's been an honor working with you, brief though it may have been." Alex put on a pouty face as the two of them turned to face their captors. "It's just not fair," Alex said wistfully, "I just found out I'm a Guardian, like, three hours ago. Sure, I knew a gruesome death was probably in the cards, I just didn't think it would be so soon, you know?" A commotion in the crowd of violet-hued warriors drew Richards and Polar's attention, and the sea of bristling weaponry split apart to allow a pair of figures to stride out from the alien ranks. One of the figures was an armor-clad, yet still stunningly beautiful statuesque woman - her dark purple skin a slightly lighter shade than that of the menfolk around her, and her aquamarine hair wound up in a tight bun - while the other figure was far more familiar to Cam and Alex; it seemed that Jay Omega had found them. "Well, fancy meeting you in a purple stew," Said Jay with a grin, "Did you miss me?"

  "Nah, we were actually out here looking to recruit a replacement," Cam said casually, buffing his fingernails on his shirt. Playing along, Alex peered at Omega as if trying to recall where he'd seen him before. "Who are you again? You look kind of familiar." Jay clapped both hands over his heart and sank to his knees, crying out in mock agony. "Oh! You wound me! Such uncouth beasts!" With another smile, Omega stood up and brushed the sand from his knees. "You really know how to make a guy feel loved, jerkwads. Now get your asses down here, and come meet a real life rebel space princess." Neither man needed to be told twice, and both immediately hopped down to make the acquaintance of interstellar royalty. Princess Tasha of the Darrikaan Empire was polite enough in the process, though clearly unsure how to take the interaction between the Guardians; so unlike the decorum she expected of warriors.


~The war party, originally intended to be a raid on Tasha's rebel forces, had redirected to an irresistible target of opportunity; an alien vessel, seemingly unattended. At the first pained shudder from Grimmauld as an energy lance struck his flank, it became clear to the Darrikaan soldiers they were in for a battle. Within Grimmauld's armored hide, a sudden shift in light tone invoked the sense of going to red alert, and the two female Guardians shared a worried glance. With a burst of adrenaline, Crystal tried to jump into action but wound up hitting the floor with a pained thud. As she helped the other woman to her feet, Bonnie silently resolved to win this battle herself, whatever the odds. Settling Nightmare back onto the examination table, Blue dug through several of the pockets on her flight suit, then finally produced a worn, printed photograph of two young people.

  "We have a lot more in common than you know," Bonnie said quietly, then hesitantly handed the photo to Crystal, and headed off to 'work'. Nightmare examined the picture and immediately recognized Bonnie, though she seemed a a few years younger in the picture. Perhaps it was the flattering prom dress the young woman wore in the photo. Crystal then intuited who the young man in the photo was by the sparkle in his eye, the cut of his chin and the crooked smile on his face. What?" Turning the photo over, Nightmare answered one question but raised another; written on the back of the photo were the words "Jeffrey's Senior Prom 2032"... in her own handwriting. Absolutely befuddled, Crystal looked up with a bushel of questions to ask, and found herself alone in the room. "Bonnie?" She called, but received no response. Nightmare pushed herself to her feet and began hobbling across the room, when the floor lurched beneath her.

  Already having difficulty remaining upright, Crystal sighed heavily when she realized that Bonnie must have taken them up into the air. Which meant that it was going to be that much harder for Nightmare to somehow find a way to get into the fight, if there was going to be stunt flying involved. Almost on cue, Grimmauld made a sudden but short dip in elevation; Nightmare swayed wildly one way than the other before catching herself on the frame of the medbay's hatch. She groaned weakly as a sharp pain ran up her injured leg, but gritted her teeth, and swallowed the pain before beginning the long hop toward the bridge. "If we live through this, I just might kill her," Crystal grumbled to herself as she hobbled along, though by this point, she no longer meant the sentiment literally. Well, probably not. Let's say 60/40; Nightmare may have started warming up to Bonnie, but they weren't friends just yet.


~En route to conflict with Sasha's forces, the Darrikaan Rebel Front was moving at a swift pace. Amidst their massive numbers, the Strange Rover trundled along; acting as both tow truck - hauling Omega's crashed podcycle - and lead chariot, with Tasha and Omega riding atop the vehicle as Polar and Alex ride inside. "So... what do you do when you're not fighting a rebellion?" Not exactly sure how to answer the question, and not being used to Earth humor or flirtatious charm, Tasha stuttered momentarily. Polar picked that moment to climb out of the 'Rover and onto the roof, which was as good a time as any, unless your name was Jay Omega, who essentially got cockblocked. Settling in on a lawn chair built into the camping cap, Polar began grilling the princess, asking all the important questions. "Just to be one hundred percent certain, is this Aja Darrik, fifth planet in the Daran system?"

  Tasha drew herself up regally, looking every inch the princess. "This is indeed Aja Darrik; Glorious Jewel of the Darrikaan Stellar Empire." Cameron nodded in affirmation; he had already known, but he had to be sure. "Speaking of which, next question. Was it the Empire or the Rebellion that sent a scout to Earth?" Tasha shook her head bitterly in response. "My sister controls the starports. If we could gain access to even one ship worthy of battle; a cruiser, or a dreadnought..." She let the implication hang in the air as Polar considered his next question. "What pushed you to lead a rebellion against your own sister?" Cam asked, and a forlorn expression crossed the princess' face. "Sasha and I were born together, and share the same features, but there our similarities end. Even as a child, her cruelty was unmatched. In addition to the usual worry of would-be assassins, I also had to contend with Sasha's malicious appetites." Tasha shook her head as her reminiscing brought her to more recent events.

  "Once she ascended to the throne, she feared that I would rise to challenge her." The princess continued, and tossed her head at the foolish notion. "I tried to explain that I didn't want the responsibility of rule, but she refused to be convinced; calling it a ruse to undermine her security. For the 'safety' of Her Imperial Majesty, I was sent into exile." Pain crossed Tasha's beautiful features then. Not at being exiled, but at what had befallen her people once Tasha's tempering influence had been removed from the imperial court. "With each passing solar cycle, Sasha became more warlike and oppressive. A rebellion was inevitable; I merely hoped that I could perhaps guide it to be as bloodless as possible. Whatever horrors the Empress has caused our people, she is still my sister, and I would rather not see her dead if it can be avoided." Cam nodded in understanding, unsure of whether he could pull the trigger on someone that close to him.

  Polar threw a look at Jay, who had gone to stand at the front of the vehicle, and was now trying to keep his balance atop the swaying Strange Rover, his arms spread wide. "So what do you think of Jay?" He asked, slyly keeping his voice casual. Still mostly lost in thought, Tasha laid appraising eyes on Omega, and answered perhaps more truthfully than she intended. "I can already tell he is a mighty warrior," Tasha replied, with a smoky heat to her voice. Cam raised an eyebrow and cracked a grin. "Shit, Jay; we've been in this solar system less than a day, and you're already starting a fan club!" Omega glanced over his shoulder with a lopsided grin. "What can I say? I'm a popular guy." A jolt in the Rover's journey nearly dumped Jay into the sand, and only Tasha pulling him back by the collar of his vest kept him aboard the vehicle. While Jay quietly thanked the Princess for saving him, Polar chuckled, and leaned over the side.

  Hanging inverted, Cam's head dropped down to the driver's window, where he found Alex deep in conversation with himself. Or rather, in conversation with his passengers, merely speaking for all of them. "...at's great to hear, Jay. But just once, maybe I'd like to hook up with a hot space princess. Are you open to sharing? Does she have a sister at least? Inquiring minds want to know." Polar put on his best Jay Omega voice, and answered before Richards could. "We can share when you grow hair, Uncle Fester," Startled, Alex swerved to the right, bringing a yelp from Omega and a thump above. In his own voice, Cam continued unfazed. "And she does have a sister. A twin, even." The Archduke's face lit up as he heard the news, but it fell again soon after. "But you know how it goes with twins; there's always an evil one. Well, guess which one's riding with us, and which one sent that scout ship that tried to kill us?"

  Richards considered this for a moment, then threw Polar a sidelong glance. "How evil are we talking? Because if she looks like that, I could consider committing a few atrocities." Cam chuckled, but stopped when he realized Alex wasn't laughing along. "No, like, seriously evil. Interstellar empire that conquers and enslaves entire planets, when they don't just wipe out the survivors kind of evil." Richards nodded in understanding. "You had me at 'enslavement', man; you can't own people. I don't even have any pets, although there are a few strays that come and go as they please." A broad grin broke out on Alex's face as a fond memory came to him, "One time I found a raccoon that had gotten into a keg of Zim-Quila; he was pretty fucked up. Little bastard tried to climb out the window and onto the roof while we were going down the highway, but the wind caught him. Man, he had to have flown at least two hundred feet." Polar looked slightly horrified.

  "There's not way he could have survived that." Cam said, his tone slightly questioning. Alex's somber face was all the answer he needed, though Alex answered anyway. "Oh fuck no; poor guy went splat all over some trucker's windshield. Caused a massive pile-up just outside of Plentywood, Montana. He looked so happy while he was going up, though." Richards put on a beatific smile as he raised one splayed hand, mimicking a drunken raccoon rising into the air. Alex then glanced at Polar again, slightly uncomfortable this time. "So about the whole talking to myself thing--" Cam cut Richards off before he could get started. "No making fun of each other for monologuing. Guardians team policy. That one could go either way, but... I'm calling it monologuing if it's a one on one dialogue with yourself." Alex breathed a little easier hearing that. "Good to know. So, we still going the right way?" Polar gave the best shrug he could, considering he was hanging upside down. "No idea. But Omega's old lady doesn't seem to be complaining, so I guess second sand dune to the left, and straight on 'til morning."


~Grimmauld, from the air, was easily holding his own against a large number of ground forces; with one devastating whip of his mighty tail, he tossed an entire battalion of troops clear across the sands; some poor unfortunate souls flying for nearly a mile before landing in carcass-shattering heaps. Inside the living starship Bonnie tried very hard to restrain herself from getting too excited, though one could tell she was enjoying the strange mental melding sensation that allowed her to coordinate with Grimmauld, and help him direct his attacks during his rampage through the Darrikaan forces. Several heavy units began to coordinate their own fire, though, and an internal cry of pain and alarm rang throughout the starship's interior, along with an involuntary shudder that nearly threw Nightmare to the floor as she limped along the hall.

  Clutching a handrail almost for dear life, Crystal's frustration welled higher and higher, only stoked by her inability to keep her balance in this wildly tumbling son of a bitch. Nightmare felt herself slowly slipping away, falling into the pit of her own emotions; unable to cope with all of the sudden changes in her life. She needed some form of release, or she felt as though she might spontaneously combust. Outside Grimmauld; a dozen Imperial fleetships drop into the atmosphere, and immediately angle toward the battle, each about four times the size of the lone scout the Guardians had encountered in orbit around Earth. As far as space dragons go, Grimmauld does a decent job staving off the assault, scrapping a few ships with his claws in mid-air and whapping one ship with his tail so hard it flies off at a 90 degree angle while spinning like a shuriken.

  As the starship laid down some plasma flames as cover, a few ships crash into his 'hull' specifically, his space dragon hindquarters. Both Nightmare in the hallway and Bonnie on the bridge reacted with alarm at the loud crash and boom. Bonnie asked Grimmauld what the cause of the explosion was, and he informed her that they're receiving guests despite his best attempts to halt them. Bonnie drew her stun-gun, heading off toward Grim's lower bits, and wondering just where the hell the other Guardians were. Meanwhile in the hallway Nightmare thrashed about in impotent rage; a lapse in judgement saw her kick at Grimmauld's wall with her injured leg, then in pain and rage, she pounded a fist against the metallic surface lining the starship's corridor. During all of this, she failed to notice two important things; first, that she has begun levitating a foot from the ground. And second, that she is suddenly wearing a nimbus of fire.

  A few halls away and closing fast, Bonnie charged around a corner - Infrasonic Incapacitator held at the ready - but found no targets. She heard blaster fire a few more corridors distant, and dashed toward the sound. Suddenly her gait was interrupted by the unmistakable roar of a great and mighty engine, a roar loud enough on this flat arid world to echo through Grimmauld's corpus like a hum rattles the inside of one's skull; either Optimus Prime just pulled up to join the fray, or the Strange Rover had come back to save her bacon. The lack of giant transforming robots in the Guardians' experiences spoke to the latter. Outside, said Guardians made a grand return; Princess Tasha charged from atop the Rover into battle, diving off the hood of the massive truck and onto an imperial soldier, with Jay quickly following. Alex looked over to see Polar headed toward Grimmauld, then shrugged and waded into the shit after his old friend Omega.

  Jay, meanwhile, was a whirling dervish amidst the imperial soldiers; the Tesla Caster spewing .45 APC rounds at a rapid rate of fire, the Virfneb Caster discharging neutrino rounds in a blue streak. Admittedly he was fighting through Tasha's wake, but let it be known that he blasted many a fool as he followed the lady so. Tasha herself was a sight to behold; absolutely shredding through lightly armored desert troops, shrugging off heavy weapon swings like nothing, Matrix style bullet-dodging, and running people through with a teal-glowing scimitar. Alex, bringing up the rear, had grabbed two of the Darrikaan longspears and was sort of spearfishing the fracas for bad guys. Seeing an ambush in the making, Richards pulled in a catch of two imperial troopers; Tasha and Jay turning to see just in time to see him reel in the stabbed soldiers. Tasha favored him with a regal and respectful nod, while Omega just gave him a thumbs up, albeit an enthusiastic one.

  Seeing something coming toward him, Jay took two steps back to barely avoid a flying imperial moving at some serious speed. Meanwhile, a few hundred feet away, the Phantasm was trying - with no small amount of difficulty - to signal Grimmauld... in the air... in mid-combat... to come pick him up. A spear sailed past, dangerously close to his head... at that, Polar shouted in frustration and drew his cryopistols, firing shots wildly into the purple-skinned masses before him. Back on Grimmauld, Bonnie ducked inside a cargo bay-looking area and sees two purple-skinned gentlemen on the ground, their robes singed - alright, to be fair, they're fucking toasted - she followed the trail of carnage, wondering if something horrible had gotten aboard her friend the space dragon. At the end of the next hallway, though, she laid eyes on an amazing sight. Nightmare, flying unassisted, with one banged up leg even, and she appeared to be consumed in flames without any ill effects.

  She also appeared to be clearing the last of the Darrikaan incursion from the ship with ease... and quite a bit of joy, it should be noted. She removed the final Darrikaan from what passed for Grimmauld's buttocks with a flying tackle, charring the alien's body before dropping him to the sands far below. As Bonnie looked on from inside Grimmauld, an equally amazed and confused Cameron Bankston watched from the ground... as amazing and unlikely a sight as this was, Cam already knew what had happened. Somehow, something had changed he and his wife... he looked on as she sent the imperial remainder scattering with tremendous spurts of orange-red flame, thanking the fates that for the moment at least, he could be glad about these changes. About seven hundred feet away, Tasha and her troops cheered in celebration at the rout of the Empress' forces; Omega and Alex joined in happily, though both took pause shortly thereafter... for they quickly noticed their teammate burning like an everlasting magnesium strip and floating twenty feet above them.


~The Guardians said their goodbyes to Princess Tasha, gave her thanks for her hospitality, and wished her luck in her rebellion. Soon enough, they all drifted away, leaving the princess and Omega to have a moment together. There were no words at first - as neither were truly sure of what to say in such a situation - so Jay and Tasha had a silent moment of longingly staring into each others eyes; his an electric blue, hers a pale gold, like warm honey. Feeling a fool for just standing around staring, Omega took the princess' hand in both of his, and bent to kiss the back of it. As he straightened, he saw a mildly confused expression on her face, and he realized that must be just an Earth royalty thing. Tasha withdrew her hand slowly, forgetting herself just enough to grace Jay with a genuine, heartfelt smile; an expression beautiful enough to fair take a man's breath away.

  "Will you ever return to our world?" The princess asked, the barest hint of yearning creeping into her voice. Omega cast a look back at his friends, currently boarding an intergalactic space dragon in order to get home in time to wrestle in a warehouse. "Stranger things have happened," He replied honestly, then returned Tasha's smile, "And hey, if you ever miss me that bad, you can always come find me in the Milky Way Galaxy; third planet from a star called Sol. It's the only one in the system with any life on it, you can't miss it." The princess carefully committed these details to memory, then spotted a logistical flaw. "And how am I to find you on this planet, on Earth?" Jay laughed the question off with a wave of his hand as he turned toward the living starship. "Just ask for me by name, doesn't matter who. Chances are good they'll know who I am; I'm kind of a big deal." With a wink and a grin, Omega turned, and jogged up the boarding ramp.

  A few moments later, amid a swirl of sand raised by the beating of powerful wings, the bruised but undaunted Grimmauld leapt into the sky, and made haste toward the stars with powerful strokes of his wings. The Guardians made their way deeper into the rear loading bay they found themselves in, heading toward the bridge of the starship, and Bonnie cast a hopeful glance at her teammates. "So... did we get anything done here that we wanted to?" Alex scrathed at his bald head, then shrugged broad shoulders. "Survived an alien planet, met a rebel space princess, saw Polar's wife flying around on fire... I'm not sure that was where I intended the day to go, but it was still pretty fuckin' cool anyway." Jay nodded in agreement at the assertion. "Yeah, where's Crystal at? That was ballin'! I gotta give her a high-five, if she's not still on fire, eh Cam? Cam?" Bonnie Alex and Jay all cast about, looking for where Polar had gotten off to.

  In a storage area a little ways away from the others the Phantasm was following the sound of faint crying to its source; his wife. His scared, confused, nude wife. "Either you're doing some sort of sex-slave torture victim meditation thing, or..." Cameron tried to dry her tears with his smile; as it often does, it softened the situation significantly. "...or we need to talk to Mr. Tesla about making someone some fireproof clothes." As he cradled his poor super-powered wife, Polar looked around him cursively. "You wanna hear something fuckin' crazy, baby? ...This? This is our life now." He nuzzled his nose into the nape of her neck, forcing a smile to cross her face. "Flyin' around the cosmos, naked in a space dragon... ain't that some shit?" Nightmare finally caved in, giggling at her husband's obvious ploy to cheer her up. Safe in his arms, she stretched out and tucked her head deeply into his chest.

  "Oh, hey," Crystal said sleepily, as she put an arm around Cam's neck, "Turns out Bonnie's actually pretty cool." The ensuing silence caused Nightmare to open her eyes, and she found Polar staring at her in real surprise. "...ok, now I'm shocked. The rest of this was meh, but... yeah, no. No fuckin' way did you just say that." Rather than reply, his wife gave him a small smile, and closed her eyes once more.~

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RISING DARAN
Episode Five: War In the Blue Sun
Series conceived by the Polar Phantasm
Series directed by Jay Omega
Episode written by Jay Omega


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