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Chase Brody <[email protected]> Sun, Dec 8, 2019, 6:52 AM (0 minutes ago) to Cerceruska Private Investigators
Thank you very much! I’m a bit uncertain about some of your promises, but I appreciate all of this nonetheless.
I will send all the necessary information in a separate email ASAP.
Thanks again, Chase Brody
PS: Stacy doesn’t go by “Ms. Brody.” She uses her maiden name, but you can just call us both by our first names.
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Otherside Picnic - Volume 1, File 3
Otherside Picnic - Volume 1, File 3
I now present, "Fae texts her partner angrily about a video game"- A poem by me
CW: small fae creature using too many expletives and not even in an eloquent way.
Ahem.
Dumb ass mother fucking puzzle.
Hit three god damn spikey balls to move a mother fucking platform.
You must hit them at the same time.
I have been.
For the last 30 minutes.
Over and over again.
But it only picks up two.
I'm going to bed pissed off.
Goodnight.
File 3
Patient: None
To: Doctor [REDACTED]
Date: June 30, 2019
On the twenty eighth of June, two thousand nineteen, I woke up at three o'clock in the morning. I could not shake the feeling that someone was watching me, when I opened my eyes that is exactly what I saw. In the middle of my bedroom doorway, a person was sitting in a squat-like position. They had fluffy hair, and was wearing a white mask with large black eyes, a dark hoodie, and a camera around their neck.
This was the person that prevented me from attending work. This person has been stalking and photographing me for the past days. I screamed, then the person, who I call “The Photographer”, quickly took a picture, then ran away. I heard my front door open then slam shut. I’m so scared. I do not feel safe in my own home. Please let me call the police.
I know I signed the agreement forms, but I need to do something about this. I am currently staying at [REDACTED]. I know you do not approve of me staying at a public place, but I feel safer here. There are other people here and the staff are nice. I do not understand why a place like this would be dangerous.
Does it have something to do with [REDACTED], my [REDACTED], or something else? Please help me, I’m in need of guidance. I will be staying here for a couple days.
Sincerely,
Nurse [REDACTED]
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As the Tape Player plays you hear the following audio:
File 3
ALICE (Carly): File 3, Date: [Fuzzy] Alice Evergreen of Future Foundation. This is the second recording of Rex we found which leads us to believe how the second despair game was hacked. Playing the recording now:
REX (Sean): Alright [Fuzzy] Remember to put this flash drive in the system so I can wake up later and have fun again~! I have a feeling they’ll try to save the remaining Despair members seeing as my Queen has returned to hope. Such a waste… Welp, I’ll see you in the future~!
???? (Kat): *distorted* Of course I will~ Your plans are in good hands… I will see you soon, Dear Mentor and Great King of Despair.
ALICE (Carly): None of us remember who the second voice is… Only Aiko remembers feelings of dislike towards them.*giggle* Love rival? That would be hopeful thinking... Either way… We’re searching for this mystery extra member.
Starless Horizon RP File #3
(Vela’s part in italics.)
“What do you mean, you don’t have any Mayflux combustion chambers?” Dritz whined, slumping over the workshop desk. “They’re all over the station! You can’t move for them.”
“I dunno what to tell you, feelers,” the bestial mechanic grunted, wiping her grubby claws. “Most of our stock was bought by folk off-station, apparently there’s some sort of race going on in the Morroh System, so we have no chambers for you.”
The Chrysalan groaned loudly, resting his head against the desk before looking up pleadingly, with a sweet little smile, “You see, I have a client who I have already quoted a week for the work to her ship.”
“‘Her’, huh? Maybe you should have thought with your brain. I’m sure even you bugs have them,” the beast woman smirked.
“Alright, so how long until you get more?” Dritz sighed, looking quite desperate, his cheeks flushing lightly purple.
“At least a couple weeks,” she shrugged. “You could go elsewhere though, if your ship is space faring.”
Dritz thanked her before whimpering in frustration as he made his way over to Vela.
“Um… Are you up for a little trip to the next station?” The decidedly sheepish Chrysalan asked, smiling awkwardly.
Vela had heard little of the exchange between Dritz and the mechanic, but from what she could tell, it had not gone as well as it might.
[Why?] she signed, a gesture which he had been pretty quick to pick up on, given how frequently she had to use it. [Is something wrong? I thought everything was easy to find.] Already she tended to continue to “speak” even if he didn’t know all the signs, in the hope he might start picking up on some of it faster.
“Well… Um, that is what I thought, but apparently there’s some race or another and their stock was bought out, so there’s no combination chambers. I can get everything else, but the Nova won’t run at optimal efficiency without a new one,” Dritz explained, rocking lightly on his heels. “So I could get some transport to the next station and pick one up, or we could take the Nova there?”
Contemplating, Vela frowned. More travel was unexpected, to say the least. The Nova would make it, but the trip would not be as smooth as if they took a transport. Yet a transport would likely take more time in the long run, since they would have to keep to its schedule.
At last she pointed in the direction of the Nova and nodded. [We can take it.] Another thought occurred to her, and she turned back to Dritz to point at him, then make the sign for “ship” in a questioning way. She had yet to ask if he had a ship of his own yet, simply imagining he did.
Dritz repeated the gesture to her, growing confident with the signage for 'ship’.
“Oh? I did actually have a small ship, but I sold him. The Papilio,” he said, puffing his chest proudly. “It was a great little ship. Thing is, I didn’t have a lot of UCs for staying here, so it was better to just sell the ship in case I couldn’t find work. But… did you say it was okay to travel in the Nova? Is there enough fuel and previsions for further travel? Are you recovered enough for that?” He regarded her curiously, trying to determine if she looked well rested enough to travel.
Vela made a sign indicating a sadness for the loss of something, not being able to imagine owning such a precious commodity as a good working ship and then needing to sell it. This further meant that the Nova was their only option if they wanted to travel faster than waiting for a transport.
She made the gesture for “datapad” and waited until Dritz handed it to her again. Carefully she tapped in the words, “Yes, we can use it. I am fine. But we will need some fuel, and food and drink probably. I don’t know how long it takes to get there.” She pointed out some of the words and made the gestures for him before handing the pad back.
Signing “fuel” again, she pointed to herself to indicate she would be able to handle that part, if he wanted to look for what else they might need.
Dritz couldn’t help but smile, touched that Vela might be sad for the Papilio (it was the first sign he had understood immediately). He shrugged, “Pap was a good little ship, but now he’s someone else’s good little ship.”
Once again he copied the few signs she offered him and, with his antennae sticking almost straight up, he pointed to himself and slowly signed [food, drink], before grinning from ear to ear.
“We will need enough fuel for a three day journey either way,” he said, doing some rough calculations in his head. “It’ll take us three to get there, but only maybe a day and a half to get back if I install the combustion chamber as soon as we have it.”
Vela made a mental note of this, nodding at Dritz as he headed off to get them some supplies after promising to meet her back at the Nova later.
She wound her way slowly through the crowds around the docks, working toward the main fuel tanks which supplied the station. The first attendant she saw was a short individual who looked human, but had distinctly reptilian skin. “I can help you?” he asked in Basic, clearly not quite as used to the language as others.
Vela nodded and pointed at the fuel tanks, then back in the direction of her ship. “Can’t talk? Okay, easy. All anyone wants is fuel here. I get a machine for you.” He walked off with a strange, lumbering gait and eventually returned riding a small machine bearing a tank of fuel and attachments for transferring it into ships.
Vela led the way back to the Nova and the reptilian man seemed both impressed and confused by it. “Old ship. Strange but good. Fuel goes where?” She showed him how the fuel compartment opened near the back of the ship and he began to siphon it in for her while idly chatting in his broken Basic. After this she offered him a gesture of thanks and counted out the credits she owed him along with some extra for his service, watching him drive the machine away as she settled down outside the Nova to wait for Dritz.
Dritz wasted little time, going straight to his favourite stores to get enough dried food to last the two of them at least a week; packets of noodles and some loose powders that would rehydrate to become vegetables, along with a large collapsible tank for them to store some water.
Upon returning to the Nova, he spotted Vela sitting by the ship and grinned, hefting the bag and the container triumphantly, “I’m ready! Are we sorted with fuel?”
Taking a moment to look over Dritz’s purchases, Vela nodded. [We have enough fuel for a long distance], she signed before attempting to give him half the credits back from his purchases.
She indicated next they would need to collect anything necessary for a trip from their rooms, again promising to return to the Nova after they had done this, and once they had put the food supplies and water onboard.
Vela had been organised in a way that made Dritz feel as though they were part of a crew together already, with her knowing what they’d need to collect almost right away, and with her completing each stage far quicker than he.
It took him a while longer to collect his huge toolkit (the multitool just would not do on its own), some clean clothes, and a few choice personal items from his room, but he was still bounding back towards the Nova within the hour, his tool bag and a knapsack slung over his shoulder.
Somehow, Vela was waiting again, calmly and quietly, as though she hadn’t even moved.
“You’re the fastest person I’ve ever met, I swear,” Dritz chortled as he approached.
Some of the items Vela would need had been kept on her ship, such as more of her clothing, and she was used to owning little. The few more personal items she might require were easily bought at the nearby shops with a little browsing, and she was back and waiting for Dritz with plenty of time to spare.
She smiled faintly again, offering no comment but leading him to the bunk area and showing him where he could put his things. As they did this, she continued to sign key words and watched him attempt to follow along and learn them, something which felt touching to her without really knowing why.
All that was left was to depart. Vela made further checks to all the ship systems while Dritz went to clear them for undocking. Based on all she had studied, everything seemed in order for what it was. She found herself looking forward to learning about the newer tech, however.
As Dritz returned, she pointed at the navigation console and then at the engines, wondering which he would prefer to operate. It seemed he would choose engines, but she had to be sure.
The Chrysalan had been as thankful as if Vela had offered him a place in her home, neatly tidying his things away in one of the fixed footlockers in the bunk room before managing to recall enough signage to say “thanks”, and dashing out to the docking bay to signal for takeoff and acquire the clearance they would need.
With everything secure, and the bay reserved for their return, he rejoined Vela on the flight deck.
“Engines are my specialty,” he assured her with another wink. “But you need me elsewhere, and you gimme a call. In fact…” he unclipped his datapad from his belt and offered it out, “I want you to have this; I can set it up to ease communication if we need it. Rather than you shouting me, I can rig an alarm when you want me.”
Vela took the datapad with a nod and gesture of thanks, listening to the explanation of how to use it. This would be much more convenient than trying to use her voice to reach Dritz if needed, especially as the noise from the engine was still too loud until the parts were replaced.
They separated for the time being, though the space between the engine area and navigation panel was not too distant and remained within sight. Vela sat at the console, waiting for Dritz to power the engines on before she began punching in the complicated series of buttons she had memorized to program the flight system for takeoff.
The tech may have been old and unusual to him, but it operated as smoothly as any brand new engine, and he was able to throw the correct switches, starting the power almost seamlessly (aside from a hiccup with the heat syncs that was, as he admitted loudly, his bad), allowing Vela to initiate the take off.
The engines running now, Vela was able to finish inputting the sequence and engaged the manual controls. She had practiced this many times on Aurctas, so many that she felt she could practically do it in her sleep.
Carefully she manipulated the multiple levers and sticks and brought up the landing gear, focusing hard, even if her mind could not help but wonder if it would be a simpler process with newer equipment. The Nova lurched upward, and once they had cleared the dock’s overhead doors and were hanging in space above the station, Vela looked over at Dritz to see what he thought, and if they were ready to proceed.
“Perfect take off, cap'n,” Dritz beamed. The Chrysalan smiled an awful lot, but there was something especially bright and happy in this one. He rifled in his pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper, “If you can navigate toooo… 15'397ly, 163° from here, I’ll get us on our way.”
Dritz loved space travel, but he had always loved the dynamic of being part of a small crew, and being with Vela was bringing a great deal more to the experience of embarking on a new journey.
Vela’s only response to this was to nod. She was not particularly proud or given to being so in general, though the same held true for all Aurian.
She punched in the coordinates with care, feeling the ship begin to rotate about until it was pointed in the proper direction. Then she waited until Dritz had engaged the engines and set them moving through space, at last feeling a rush of satisfaction. It turned out she loved space travel, too.
MMX: The Lost Archives - File 3 - His Name Is Zero
Written & Compiled by Metal Man X
The following is kind of like a Companion piece to MMX: 0rigins #3. It consists of all the deleted material that did not make it into the original OVA. And in this case... you may be able to see why. However, there are certain ideas about the Discovery and Initial training of Zero, that I find to be fun about this one. I like the extra character development for the 4th Unit, as well as some extra moments with Marth’s new team the 13th Unit...
Most of all, the ending is a nice allusion to what we already know from the end of OVA 3.
So, BEHOLD! These are the Lost Archives, of everything you didn’t get to see!
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INT. MOTHER COMPUTER - The Lost Archives - FILE 3
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A computer screen displays the following message, which is read aloud by the voice of Dr. Cain.
DR. CAIN:
(narrating, announcing)
Warning: If you a reading this message, then it means that we have already failed. The following are the Lost Archives of the Maverick Hunters' recent history banks. What was formerly deleted, has now been restored in this Secret Compartment, just in case... I hope you will find the following information helpful, and that it may assist you on your mission; whatever that may be.
Display Title Card: LOST ARCHIVES: File 3 - His Name is Zero
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