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| - Grammaton's androgynous Aquos Brawler from Neathia namely Jules Liger, was trailing a certain pink-haired man in a ninja outfit. He was close to catching his target when their Mothership Winchester had beamed the ninja into its chambers. Seeing that the ninja may had been beamed into the Winchester by mistake; Jules had himself beamed into the Mothership before it left the Vestal skies. As soon as Jules got in the Winchester, he went into a frantic search for the ninja. He searched for each and every room he knew that a spy would possibly infiltrate until he caught a sight of their Gundalian Pyrus Brawler and Navigator, Chryslar Zeit, talking to the ninja. The two men are in the Meeting Room which is situated at the Southernmost area of the ship. Jules: You! Ninja: Huh? Jules: You're that weasel that I caught sneaking into the Vespalace! Ninja: I supposed you are way too overconfident, Sir. Jules: Grrr... Ninja: Ahahaha, you're actually a guy huh? Jules: Don't change the subject! Ninja: Okay then, what right does a Nethian have to reprimand a Vestal from entering the Chocobo's Den? Jules: I'm just concerned with you. Ninja: Concerned? Haha, you're getting funnier! Jules: I'm serious. If you are caught by the Vespalace knights led by that Percival guy, you're good as toast. Ninja: Percival guy? Jules: He's so arrogant just because he's the brother-in-law of the Vestal Prime Minister. Ninja: Vestal's got a new leader?! Jules: The heck with you, weasel! You don't listen to the news? Chryslar: Jules, let me explain. Jules: Back off! Chryslar: Then I'd be off. Ninja: Oh..I really have much to catch up on the happenings of my Home Planet. Ninja: But more importantly, the epic drama of the universe! Jules: First of all, who are you? Jules: If you are a member of the Grammaton, then why don't I see you here often? Ninja: The name is Rengoku Houran. Jules: Rengoku...Houran? Ran: You can call me Ran for short. Ran: The epic name means Spawn of Purgatory. Jules: A Grammaton member are you? Jules: So why aren't you around here often? Ran: It's because I am a spy and messenger for the Grammaton. Ran: I'm not a slacker like any of you. Jules: I am not slacking! Ran: Anyway, since you claimed that you aren't slacking, do you mind telling me what are you in the Vespalace for? Jules: Ah...!! Ran: You've got some nerve accusing me that I infiltrated the palace when you also barged into it! Ran: You effete alien. Ran: Get offa my home turf! Jules: Drop it, Hellspawn. Jules: I'm going back into the Vespalace to save our friend. Ran: Friend? Which one are you talking about? Ran: It must be the long silver-haired guy that I saw being taken into Chocobo's room. Jules: WHAT?! Ran: I bet they're having lots of unmentionable fun right now! Jules: You weasel, why didn't you told me earlier?! Ran: Because you're too concerned with knowing why the heck am I here! Jules: Enough with you, I'm getting back in there! Ran: Okay, good luck. Ran: Make sure you're resistant to anything that lacks Climax, Plot or Meaning. Jules: What the...?! Ran: Just warning you as a friend! Jules: We're not friends! (Jules speedily leaves the meeting room and beams himself out of the Winchester.) // Setting: Vita Chamber; Grammaton Mothership Winchester // A tall brown-haired human clothed in purple and white is hovering around a cluster of floating bookshelves. He hovered and hovered, humming the song "Inner Universe" until he stopped by a bookshelf which represents the letter "M." There, he took a strange book whose title reads "Protheus Michaels." Human: Looks like Protheus is in trouble. Human: Squicky kind of trouble. Human: I wonder what happened... As the man reviews the book of Protheus Michaels, the book's pages flutter by and revealed what happened earlier that day. // Setting: Epsilon Ward; Planet Vestal // A place filled with rubble and dilapidated structures that are embraced by the sands of neglect had greeted the long silver-haired man that came for a visit. He is Grammaton's Subterra Brawler, Protheus Michaels. Protheus: Home sweet home. He sat down by the rubble of where his house once stood. He was in deep thought. Thoughts so deep that he didn't took heed of the fierce wind that kicks the sands of the place; Nor did he complained about the pain of the wind brushing his long silver locks into his face like a whip. He began whispering to himself about a certain man from his past. Protheus: Volt... Protheus: What did...they do to you? His quiet moment was interrupted by footsteps from another man that approached the area. Protheus: You... The man looked at Protheus with a menacing grin. Protheus got irritated and stood up to exchange remarks with the man. Protheus: Well, if it wasn't the god of destruction himself. Protheus: Spectra Phantom. Spectra: To see you alive and well. Spectra: The fates must be on my side. Protheus: You aren't allowed here in my Sanctuary of Memories. Spectra: Is that so? Protheus: Leave. Spectra: I wish to remain. Spectra: What are you going to do about that? Protheus: Since you're here, I'd get this straight. Protheus: What did you and the Vexos do to Volt? Spectra: Volt Luster? Protheus: Yes, who else would it be? Spectra: Well, to be honest with you. Spectra: I left the Vexos sooner than you would think. Spectra: Therefore, I have no idea what happened to Volt. Protheus: Liars go to hell! Protheus: You messengers of Judecca had caused pain to the Vestal race! Protheus: You kidnapped my friend and forced him into your worthless goals! Spectra: Would I lie to a denizen of my beloved Planet Vestal. Spectra: Your fiery anger certainly amuses me. Spectra: It's magnificent! Protheus: If you don't admit what you did to Volt, I'll have to do things the hard way! Spectra: Fine with me then. Protheus: Brontes! Spectra: Brontes? Brontes: Heeeellooo~ Protheus: Let's show this Baroque freak what it means to tread on the dreams of poor men! Spectra: My apologies for your sad fate. Spectra: I would like to ask though. Spectra: Do you see things as if they are through a glass of wine through those blood-red eyes? Protheus: Lech Strife. Protheus: Don't change the subject! Protheus: SUBTERRA MAGNA BRONTES, STAND! Spectra: I will show you fear. Spectra: GO, DARKUS TENEBRAE HELIOS! The two men Brawled fiercely; reducing to dust what was left of the poorest corner of Planet Vestal. Adding salt into the open wounds of the poor man who could only gaze as the rubble disolves before his eyes, the force of Earth was subdued by Darkness. He fell into the ground with his long silver hair fluttering like a gentle blanket. Protheus: Bron...tes... Protheus: Why can you not...win this one...for Volt? Protheus: It can't be over yet. The poor man tried to stand back up for another round of Brawl but that is next to impossible. His body, mind and heart is way too injured to even command Magna Brontes to launch an ability. As his consciousness fades, he sees the predator approaching him with meaner gazes and more menacing smiles. Spectra: Would you like to be part of my utopia? Spectra: You'd make a fine soldier amongst our ranks. Spectra takes the unconscious Protheus upon his arms. He was about to leave when his attention was caught by an androgynous Aquos Brawler. Spectra: A Neathian. Spectra: Well then, what can I do for you? The Aquos Brawler said nothing. Instead, it's his Guardian Bakugan who does the bickering. Milos: You put him down right now! Milos: I mean the white-haired pretty boy, mister! Spectra: Why should I? Spectra: He's my spoil of the war. Milos: Jules, let's give this guy a good beating! Jules, the Aquos Brawler, clenches his teeth and kicks sand into the man that holds his friend hostage. Milos: This is the last warning, mister! Milos: Unhand him or...! Spectra: Or else what? Spectra: You're all bark and no bite. Spectra's insults on Aphrodite Milos made Jules snap. With a powerful lunge and his fists tightly closed; Jules tried to attack his target. However, his target was fast on his feet and had quickly retreated before he had the chance to even connect his fist into the target's face. To his frustration, Jules kicked and punched around the fallen debris. Milos: They...got away... Milos: Not good. Jules: That Monster! Milos: Jules, calm down! Jules: Bad does it. Calming down, Jules became more approachable to the frightened Brontes. Milos: Brontes! Brontes: Milos~~Juleees~~ Milos: I thought you're with Protheus... Brontes: Noooo~ Pro was takeeen! Brontes: What should I doo~? Milos: Let's go save him! Jules: Right. Jules: I can still pick up Protheus' signals with my BakuSynchro. Milos: They're heading to the New Vespalace! Jules: Once I get there, someone's going to be beaten to a pulp. Jules: I swear that! Milos: Sometimes I wonder if you have Gundalian blood in you. Milos: You're way too violent for someone to have come from Neathia. Jules: Where I came from is not important now! Jules: Retrieval of Grammaton's Subterra Brawler is more urgent! Milos: Aye! Jules and Milos ran fast into the direction of Protheus' signal. Magna Brontes trails behind, looking all worried like a father who lost his son. Brontes: Don't leave meee~! // Setting: East Wing Hallways of the New Vespalace; Planet Vestal // An aqua-haired man with gray eyes, dressed in purple and black Baroque-style wardrobe knocks into the huge black-colored door that stands before him. A few knocks later, it opened before him and greeted him with a menacing grin. Spectra: Ace. Ace: What the?! Ace: You have taken a hostage?! Spectra: Which one, dear brother-in-law? Ace: I'm referring to the silver-haired man over there. Spectra: He is Grammaton's Subterra Brawler. Spectra: Protheus Michaels. Ace: Grammaton? Ace: Hey, that's way too below the belt already. Ace: Are you going to torture him or what? Spectra: I am just interrogating him about the Grammaton. Spectra: Worry not as I will not do him any harm. Ace: I'm keeping a close watch to make sure that you won't. Spectra: Very well then. Spectra: But keep your distance because you are ruining the interrogation. Ace: Fine then. Ace takes his seat and watches as Protheus is interrogated by Spectra. Ace: Mira had told me to watch over you and your antics while she's on her mission to Earth. Spectra: ...and Gus? Ace: Her bodyguard. Just in case she might get attacked by the Grammaton along the way. Spectra: I see. She is always one step ahead. Ace: Grammaton's declaration of war had alarmed her more than anyone in Vestal. Ace: Which is why she has to regroup the Battle Brawlers for yet another fight for the Universe. Ace: Anyhow, she won't be there for long so you better clean up your mess quick. Spectra: Fine with me. Ace: After all this, you must send the poor guy back to his allies. Spectra: Don't worry, I will. Spectra: But not before I know who the leader of the Grammaton is. Spectra: Now then. Spectra: Will those lips do the talking or will you be a meal for my dear Helios? Ace: SPECTRA! Spectra: I'm serious. Protheus: I am not...telling you anything... Ace: Geez. Just tell him already. Ace: Save yourself from being eaten by a smelly dragon! Protheus: Fine...then... Protheus was forced to admit...though he would not admit entirely. After all, it is the sacred oath of the Grammaton to keep the identity of their leader as a secret. Protheus decided to pinpoint another person within the Grammaton in order to save his skin and the eyes of the man who urged him to answer just for the heck of it. Protheus: The brown-haired man in white...with a visor... Protheus: He is Grammaton's leader... Spectra: Is that it? Spectra: Well, then, thank you for the vital information. Ace: ...and now? Spectra: Take this man back to the Epsilon Ward. Ace: Alright then. // Setting: Epsilon Ward; Planet Vestal // Ace orders his men to take the disillusioned Protheus back to the Epsilon Ward. One of the men who took the poor man back to his sanctuary of memories was a distinguished soldier of Vestal who fought to end the tyranny of the previous monarch. Protheus: Thank you... Protheus: Young...man... Baron: The name is Baron Leltoy. Baron: Captain of Vestal's Lumina Knights. Protheus: Please...leave me...alone... Baron: Sure but... will you be fine here? Protheus: Leave...I said. Baron: Okay. Don't force yourself too much. Protheus: Good...bye... Baron takes his leave with his men. As the shadows of the Vestal Knights vanish into the horizon, Protheus claws at the ground and waters the dry soil with his tears. Protheus: The things...I must do...to avenge you... "Volt."
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