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Chapter 82 Confrontation 3/14/5791 E.S.D. Later on in the day, after their clothes were washed and returned, Polosa and Sokuro went to the other orphans to bring them to Polosa's shack so that they can finally put this "they don't believe me, woe is me" saga to bed. On top of Sokuro finally getting to see where Polosa lived, she felt vindicated in that they finally believe her... all it took was seeing all the strange items from that world. "See. I told you so." Sokuro said as her fellow orphans looked through the menagerie of items from the Naya world: 3 knapsacks and 5 trunks full of Quio's belongings. Some looked and felt familiar, but everything was just... unknown. Taled reached into a knapsack and pulled out a carving of a tower of some sorts. It had a base that said a language he did not recognize. "Ok. I believe you now." Her arms crossed in front of her, Sokuro strode on over with a light kick in her step and a smug grin on her face. "You should've believed

Chapter 81 Borderline Fantastical 3/14/5791 E.S.D. 3 hours was all it took for the others to explain their adventure to the heads of Novalle, something they found hard to believe, but the pictures provided by Ven helped solidify that, despite the belief that time travel is impossible, it clearly happened and the six of them were forced on a life-or-death journey that nearly ended in death for all. It took Sokuro less time to tell the story to Taled, but she had one drawback: she didn't have the photos to back up her claim, so most of that time was her trying to convince him that it was real and that it did happen, but her damage at the end of it all was the skirt of her dress and her hood being torn, something that can easily happen by scrapping yourself against rocks, which he knows happened since she left to go deal with something with Bran. "That's um.... that's quite a tale sis, but un... there's no way it happened." "But I'm telling

Prologue Frontier Captains Log, Stardate 87107.8. Long ago, for my mission, I read up on the birthplace of the Federation, Earth. What I read was fairly fascinating; in just 12000 years, they had gone from barbaric tribes that fought over trivial things to becoming one of the most powerful and influential species and governments in the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, and all that accomplished in just 300 years after First Contact with the Vulcans. I'll give this to the humans, they're nothing if not tenacious. In the entirety of what I read about Earth, none fascinated me more, or has been more relevant, then the tales of North America's Wild West: a lawless time when the Sheriff was the king, bandits were everywhere, and folks such as Billy the Kid, Doc Holliday, and Jesse James became household names. How appropriate, then, that my assignment would take me to such a frontier, where lawlessness ran wild and rampant... Nimbus III, the

Chapter 80 Home 3/14/5791 E.S.D. Down within the dark and foreboding catacombs of the Ty Sokuro Basen, the whims of time and fate played a fickle trick, one that enraged a certain god of the land. "ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!" Velx slammed down in the town, making the ground shake and scaring everyone in the process. The shaking made Fayin slide off and roll to the group, much to her chagrin. She got no say in being dragged along so quickly. It also made Ventus bounce, smashing his back into the keyboard, turning the green light red. "L-Lord Velx!!" Polosa and Eia exclaimed in shock. Sokuro stepped forward and spoke, "I'm sorry for disobeying the rules, Lord Velx, but i just needed to-- "Step away from that right now!!!" He proclaimed loudly. They were all taken aback by his sudden anger. They have never seen him this furious before. Even when he fought the Phagos, he kept a calm head. This... this is scary. Ventus rubbed his back and felt

Chapter 1 Prisoner of War For what should be an time of celebration was instead an time of anticipation, anxiety, and potential dread. The tension in the air at Yavin Base was palpable; it was so thick, you could cut it with a lightsaber and still find resistance, for coming down from space was a U-Wing carrying the most dangerous prisoner the Rebels had ever captured. Virtually everyone on site was armed, ready to blast the prisoner the millisecond he did something wrong. As the U-Wing landed at the far end of the pad, every guard, pilot, and even those in the technical and leadership positions, aimed every blaster rifle, cannon, grenade, and turbolaser at the ship. The crew onboard the ship knew that if the prisoner stepped out of line, they would die with him just from being close to all the explosions and were prepared for such an event. With a hiss the door opened, and in the center stood Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, now a prisoner of war. Due to