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The Havok Festival YE 40

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Chlorate (Kaiyo II)
Chlorate kept her grip on Hoshi's pink hand, and pointed outside at Mark with her other robo-hand. "Wait! Chusa Hoshi, do not forget about father!" she said, worried.

Chlorate (S6)
"Father, you are here!" Chlorate said, pulling Mark into a very metallic and cold hug.
 
Shuttle

"Damn the Heavens!" Hoshi cursed loudly, shaking her head, once she was with a portion of her crew and Chlorate had spoken. Her little hand had squeezed Chlorate's gently and she asked, "Grav, Fall back and extract the Mark that is enlisted with the Star Army of Yamatai. Nobody gets left behind!" Her eyes stayed on the cockpit, but asked. "Is everyone unharmed and alright?"
 
Racing shuttle

Sacre nodded, tucking her knives back away as the racing shuttle hurtled back into the sky. She pulled up Mark's location on her datapad. "We got his signal. He's down there in the challenge area, just finished fighting a giant mecha. Figures he's the mentally deficient testosterone poisoned type to do that. Got his ass kicked too." Sacre pointed towards the arena where they had just finished fighting.

The Challenge Area

Ven Voltany had many pleasures in life. One of them was watching violence. Giant Mecha violence was all the better. So when she happened to be passing the challenge area when one started, she watched. She watched the match cheering with everyone else as Mark's and Alex's mechs fight. It really didn't matter who the two pilots were. When Alex punched the cockpit of the other mecha, she expected to see blood. She was disappointed there hadn't been any. She heard the sound of a shuttle and looked up, catching a glimpse of a shuttle with a Neko and a familiar face in it, her face. She grinned and started moving towards it.
 
Shuttle

As the shuttle landed to the side of the crowd, Hoshi said, "Wait here, Chloey," she quickly gave her robot girl a kiss on her synthetic cheek and ran into the crowd, towards the very-apparent Mark.

To his GEIST, she spoke out, "You are ordered to this shuttle," as she pin-pointed Gravity's modded shuttle. "Are you injured, Mark?!"
 
Shuttle

To say Mochi felt awful was an understatement, he felt like scum. All his life he'd been dealing with this pursuit, he should have known better than to risk it for the sake of visiting an old friend, even if she was part of his old special forces team. He didn't even get to have a proper conversation with her for Empress' sakes.

A rainy aura exuded from the Elysian, his normally perky sunrise wings drooping at a depressing angle. He should have just gone with them and took whatever came, rather than reacting too slowly and causing a standoff.

Now they were forced to move location, for his sake. The last thing he'd wanted and hoped to avoid was exactly this, though he understood and appreciated Hoshi's concern for his safety - he liked to think he'd do the same for her.

The scientist grumbled under his breath to himself, his saddened gaze shifting over to Arbles beside him, her heavily pregnant figure reminding him once again how he'd failed to keep her from a potentially dangerous situation.

"I'm sorry everyone, I truly am. I should have predicted this.." Mochi shook his head in dismay, then proceeded to slip from his seat and kneel on the hard metal walkway. Bowing so his forehead nearly touched the dirty floor, the Juni expressed utter apology. "I will make it up to you, I promise."
 
Mark pulled an extra eyepatch from his back pocket before putting it on. He brushed glass and metal fragments off of himself as her message came through. His S6 t-shirt and black jeans had become slightly tattered and dusted with dirt. He hopped off the wreck with a slight unsteadyness to his landing, a pain in his leg. It wasn't broken, but it did hurt, "I'm fine Shosa. Minor injuries, but why are we leaving he said?" He asked as she approached. He walked toward the shuttle with a feint gait.
 
Shuttle

Once Mark was inside and, Hoshi said, "Gravity, hit it!" Then to Mark she said, "There is a need to return to safe harbor. This planet will not be seeing the last of us, but for today, we must bid it adieu! Buckle up, Mark!" She made sure he was able to find a seat to avoid further injury.

"Iemochi, do you trust your family in the MP?" Hoshi asked discreetly and telepathically.
 
Shuttle

Wyatt was about to turn away from the door when he felt an odd sensation in his upper abdomen, the minkan looked down and huffed - what did he expect exactly from smashing through a reinforced window, he was actually surprised that only one of the many glass shards managed to get stuck in his flesh. Wyatt let out a low grunt as he pulled the sharp bit of glass out and zipped up his jacket, the bit of glass was stowed away in one of the chest pocket and zipped it up - no need to have a bit of sharp glass floating around the interior of the shuttle where it could hurt someone else.

"Just don't make a habit of it yeah?" Wyatt piped up as he turned around, his amber eyes gazing upon Mochi before drifting to Arbles then back to Mochi. "We're all family here but I have to say it, there are only so many times things can go so smoothly" he added with almost a hint of concern at the end of his words, although his body language remained as neutral as ever.
 
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The Challenge Area

It took Ven a moment to realize that Mark was paralleling her course, but far ahead of her. He was going to get to the shuttle and Sacre would leave. She swore to herself and started to push people out of her way forcefully, making a commotion. The tall Separa'Shan glared at Sacre, sitting beside some blue Neko. From this range and with so many people in the way, there was nothing she could do. She glared at them with a murderous hate for the person she had been forked from. She could see Sacre looking back at her.

The Shuttle

Sacre sat in the front of the shuttle. She spotted Mark and swung the door open for him. Then behind him she saw a familiar face. Her own face, but not marred by scars. Ven. The hate of her fork was visible from this far distance. "No, I thought..." Sacre trailed off, shaken by the appearance of her clone. She had been assured that Ven had been killed, permanently. She slid the door shut, "Go. Go. Go." She called to Gravity, still slightly stunned by Ven's mysterious appearance.
 
Mark sat down with a slight grunt, and fumbled with the buckle a bit. The claw making fine motor control hard, but eventually it clicked. "I still don't understand the sudden need to depart, other than something happened in the VIP area."

He looked the man before him kneeling on the deck, "Stand, You have nothing to apologize for, Wyatt is right. We have each other." He said lightly putting a hand on mochi's shoulder, which he would offer if the angel needed help getting up.
 
Shuttle

In the cockpit, Gravity snarled and did as she was told. The shuttle roared into the sky and through the last barriers to space.

Damn it! She wanted to beat someone with a staff! They hadn't even been here one day! The only good thing about this festival was that she'd gotten to spend the day with Sacre.

And she'd made a new, super-rich friend who was a total blast to hang out with.

And that friend had a mutual love of dragons and had said something about making artificial pet dragons.

Okay, there were actually several good things about the festival. But she didn't want to leave! That had been the most fun thing in her short life!

Glaring daggers at the stars, she activated the hyperdrive.

"Hey, sorry things didn't work out," Jax sighed somberly over the shuttle's comms. "I'm going to have a very civil and calm conversation with Mr. Pine about this. I hope you guys come back some time soon- if not, maybe next year? Oh, and don't worry about returning the shuttle. I'll send someone to pick it up."

Gravity sighed and said her goodbyes, then looked over at Sacre.

"Hey, funny thing, but I thought I saw someone in the crowd that looked exactly like you. Like, exactly like you."
 
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Shuttle

Mochi raised his head, messy blonde locks trailing across his face as he sat back onto his feet, satisfied his point had been made after several seconds of traditional Yamataian apology. With a sad yet appreciative smile, he accepted Mark's helping hand up, "Thanks, Mark."

His ravenlike wings jostled with the movement as he sidled back over to his awaiting wife, likely shook up from the whole ordeal in her state. A quizzical look flushed Sein's face for a moment, recieving Hoshi's query.

"What family in the MP?" The Neo-Caelisolian responded with a puzzled feeling, "If I had any relatives somewhere like that, I'd have been strung up the second that bounty was placed." Whatever the case, he knew Hoshi was hardly a fool and likely knew better than he did, emotions tend to impare judgement after all.
 
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Shuttle


"Unidentified shuttle, this is FDS Skydog squadron Lead, call me Bulldog," called the pilot of a YV-1 Wahoo fighter as five formed up around the shuttle, "Mr. Donovan hasassigned us to escort you. We have jurisdiction of the airspace."
 
Shuttle

Arbles leaned against Seinosuke again after he had sat down; her little head supported itself sadly, fatiguely against his shoulder, her slowly lengthening locks dribbled onto his lap. He felt her feelings again, being broadcasted out softly: a sense of calmness, thinly hiding her worries beneath it.

She just wanted to relax for a while now...
 
Shuttle

Hoshi nodded and telepathed to Iemochi, "Of course, I must have misspoken."

To everyone, she said, "I am contacting Star Army now to escort us back to Yamatai. We will all have some questions to answer from command before a bit of time to relax in our own ship on Yamatai before more orders come. Please know, I am grateful for everything all of you have done today. You risked it all for your fellow crew members and, some of you," looking at Wyatt, "need to check in with a medic because of it." Her gaze shifted to Sacre, nudging her blue-topped head towards the wounded Minkan.
 
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Shuttle


"Unidentified shuttle, this is FDS Skydog squadron Lead, call me Bulldog," called the pilot of a YV-1 Wahoo fighter as five formed up around the shuttle, "Mr. Donovan hasassigned us to escort you. We have jurisdiction of the airspace."
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"Roger that, Bulldog, this is Gravity." replied Gravity, who felt her blinding rage irritation subdued from the familiar voice of another pilot. "Turning to vector alpha-golf-zero-five-nine-five. Yamatai bound."

She aimed the shuttle towards a patch of blinking stars, one of which was her crew's homeworld, and punched the throttle. She passed Howard station, a massive hulk obscured by the darkness of the void, and kept moving until she cleared the traffic zone of the planet's orbit.

"Thanks for the escort, Bulldog. Gravity, bugging out." she announced and blasted away into the cosmos.
 
Uso would send a quick text message to S6

'Don't bother the nekos, we want our Yam friends to have a good time'

The Challenge Area

"OOOH looks like the fight is over. Hope everyone enjoyed it! Feel free to go check out Akemis for some burgers!" Uso shouted
 
Osman City

Jax roared through the streets of Osman City in his Maverick, a pack of other hovercars following him, all trying to take the lead.

He was pissed. But right now wasn't the time to go discuss his issues with Pine. Needed to calm himself first.

While in the middle of a race, he called up Uso.

"Uso, what's good?! Got a big party on the station coming up! Aethersperm and the other bands are gonna come. Probably some racers too. Lots of celebrities and booze. You down?" he asked, letting his left arm hang out the window.
 
Betty arturius sat in by herself in a side booth, a pair of headphones carrying music at high volume to her ears. The oddly dark grey skinned iroma woman, with black horns sat there in her black dress with its split sides at the hips. The fabric and design that shouted gothic in an elegant manner, even mirrored by the heels on her feet. One leg crossed over the other with a foot moving in the air to the beat.

She idly brushed a hand through her long black hair as she sat in her own world waiting, purple eyes behind closed eyelids leaving her in the dark.
 
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