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Let it never be said that Stacy was not benevolent toward her crew. Truth was, she loved them, to the point of risking her own life. And thus, she'd been busy for quite some time... silently she had worked, trying to get into her own archives and cross-checking references. She was going to help boost morale and give them a gift - show them people ( Read more... )

It has been some time since she first entered the pod caverns. She's lost track of it-- it's hard to tell time in this ship to begin with, and so without any sort of measure here it's especially hard ( Read more... )

The battle is over ( Read more... )

 After dropping off some of the crew at Balisair, it was time for the crew to set course for Lirath. The situation greeting them wasn't the most promising.

The cracked surface of the moon called Lirath was one of its most unmistakeable features. One of the three moons of the planet Kehoe, it had been terraformed and served as a settlement for a ( Read more... )

It had been a while since Hoshi first discovered the beystadium here on Stacy and she knew it had to be cleaned out of all the things strewn about inside. She did want to get it at least working the way it was supposed to be so that she could begin the beyblading lessons she continually talked about since she first woke up here ( Read more... )

Despite having been spat out of a goo-filled sac and told her world had been destroyed, Minatsuki wasn't all that upset. She had to act like she was, of course; no matter where she went, she wore a downcast, depressed look on her face and she flinched if anyone so much as looked at her. But inwardly, she really didn't care. There was no one on that ( Read more... )

Down on the city level, right by the Kohaku River and near the imposing castle, a modern-looking white building welcomed one and all to its promise of running water and warmth. Maybe even a little socializing was in order ( Read more... )

Today, she decides to spend a bit of time exploring. It's important, Homura thinks, to get her bearings straight. To familiarize herself with the passageways of this place, the ins and outs, to feel comfortable under the swell of Stacy breathing. It makes her feel small and trapped to be inside a being so huge, but it's okay. She just needs some ( Read more... )

Life aboard Stacy isn't necessarily bad, she supposes. There are less threats here-- so far-- than in her home world. She can't find witches despite searching for them. And most everyone is friendly, kind, strong; she's yet to meet anyone less than pleasant to deal with. So she feels a lot more hopeful than she might have at home. Circumstances are ( Read more... )