" War... war is hell. Love is also hell but not as bad."-Hate Immamura

713 A.S.E ( After Sol Explosion )

The desert planet K-71E was going to explode, and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. The planet wasn't able to pay its taxes, so the space pirate gang "Windy Trousers" got permission from the captain to blow it up. At this time period, little ol you were signing seemingly endless piles of paperwork, (Even though technology had Advanced enough that paper was unnecessary, but the feds are idiots.) to get aboard the majestic Cruiser, Galactic Rose.

You quickly skim through lines of text, your long black hair getting in the way every once in awhile. You skip through the pages telling you some of the gruesome ways you could die including, traditional Faglan dismemberment and disembowelment, getting a mushroom attached to your skull turning you into a zombie, and death by a stray laser beam. Honestly the laser beam sounds much more appealing than getting zombified. But still, anything to get off this dustball.

"Okay, today is the day." You say, attempting to reassure yourself. You get up from your little office desk, stretch, and start packing your bags for the long trip ahead. You put in some spare pairs of clothes, a stick of deodorant, a few books on alien life-forms, and a hologram of your parents before the war. Your eyes dim at the sight of the picture, no longer being the shiny hazel orbs they once were. Damn those Tar-rigna! When you get your hands on one of them, you're going to show you no mercy to the hell spawn that killed your parents.

"Don't worry about anything. I'll avenge you both."

You put the Holo in your bag, being careful as to not distort it. A flurry of footsteps and Loud banging on your door alerts you to the presence of your younger brother, Alder.

"Aster! Grandma wants to see you before you leave!"

You weren't that close to your grandmother, but she was the only one that would take you and your brother in. Your aunt was simply " too busy with work" to care for two misbehaving children. You immediately knew that was a lie, she was living off your grandfather's Fortune. You never knew why it wasn't shared, probably with her being the oldest and all...

You open the door and head downstairs, the aroma of freshly grilled desert boar bacon wafting through the air. Your brother is setting the table, or what remains of it anyway. Cactus tables look nice, but never last long. Your grandmother sets up the food and motions for you to sit, somehow knowing you were there without looking. You swore up and down that she was a psychic when you were little. You still do, but now you're trying to prove it. 

Your brother had ruffed black hair and silver eyes that could tell how you felt at a glance. Your grandmother was blind, but was more than capable to run a house on her own. You sat down at the table with your family, saying a short prayer of protection for your brother and ate like it was your last day on that world. But it was, so yeah.

Your grandmother broke the silence that filled the multi purpose first floor, "So your leaving today?" you nod, stuffing your face with more bacon. She grunts and continues eating her meal. Breakfast is quiet for the remainder of the time, you clean up the dishes with your brother and talk with him a while, before saying your goodbyes to the little family you had.

You left the sandstone house you lived in most of your life, taking in the beauty of your binary star system. The yellow star was called "Rigil Kentaurus" and the orange red one was "Toliman". Fitting names for the stars closest to the human birth system. Sol... You wonder what that place looked like. Was it bathed in blue light? Was the star green or purple? These thoughts fill your head as you walk to the landing bay a mile west.

It almost seems like no time at all before you hit your head on a Corvette class Human spaceship. You figure you made it, and look for the Galactic Rose. It's not hard to find it, cruisers are basically small capital ships, plus this ship was painted a freakishly hot shade of neon pink it hurt to look at. Your eyes burned... A short lady popped out of the side of the ship, covered in oil and soot.

"OH HEY, NEWBIE! MIND GIVEN ME A HAND HERE?!"

The person shouting loud enough to wake the dead was definitely not human. She looked half Faglan, having the horns, small wings, and whip-like tail of one, but not the dark red skin. You decide to help her with- whatever she's doing in the hull of the ship. on closer inspection you notice she's tiny, her short hair is a fiery orange, and her eyes are a deep purple color.

"I'M THE MECHANIC IN THIS INSANE SHIP SO CONSIDER ME YOUR BEST FRIEND IN THIS HELLHOLE!"

You nod, covering your ears. This chick is loud.

"THIS SHIPS LASERS DON'T WORK RIGHT HALF THE TIME, THE PAINT KILLS YOUR EYES, AND THE SHIELDS NEVER FIRE UP WHEN YOU NEED THEM TO!"

You're seriously considering making yourself deaf at this point. After the paint makes you blind.

"So what did you want me for?"

"THE SAND HERE IS NOTORIOUS, GETS IN THE LANDING GEAR AND ALL OVER THE AIRLOCK FLOOR. I NEED YA TO SWEEP THE AIRLOCK FOR ME!"

She hands you a broom and you run out of there faster than a pirate in confederate territory. Okay... how do you get to the airlock? You have absolutely no idea. After a few moments of fruitless searching you find a huge entrance with the words "AiR LOOK" painted on in red. Your freaking blind man. You climb up the ship and attempt to open the hatch, you would have if a high annoying voice hadn't come from 15 EAR PIERCING speakers INSIDE of the airlock.

"I AM COSMIC, CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP! WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER!?!

An annoyed voice comes farther away from "Cosmic".

"Shut up Cos, Luna's our captain. You were just the one who painted the ship."

Anger builds up from inside you, the person your speaking to PAINTED THE SHIP?! THIS DUDE IS CRAZY! WHO WOULD PAINT A SHIP THAT HORRENDOUS SHADE OF PINK?!?!? PINKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!

Turns out you said all of that out loud. Fun. There's silence on the other side, before a wave of laughter erupts.

"S-shut up! It's war paint!"

"Pink war paint? Get real." You say annoyed. "That stuff can probably melt your eyes off, and i'm not joking."

"Hurry up and tell me your business before I fire the lazers."

"I'm just the new guy here."

"wot?"