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[Light]

Crimmen EX-clu-SIV-ely!

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For all your efforts... You should have known--

IT WAS INEVITABLE!

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There were two worlds. One to the east, and one two the west. These two worlds hated each other, and warred constantly. They were connected by a stream of light--The Dragon Pulse--which hid them from the eyes of even the universe.

They were out of time, and out of place... And out of order.

On the west side, there were multiple culture explosions which led to developments in warfare and medicine which the other world had never before seen. They were ruled by a king, a man who had never been seen before. If an outsiders eyes were to look upon the world from afar, they would see them as a futuristic medieval gathering of people.

In the East, arts were rich, and war was a constant pleasure. They were divided, separate leaders, and hated each other with just as much malice as they did the westerners. They were beautiful though, with their buildings and machines. Everything was an art to them, even the way their women dressed and held themselves in public.

Now; a large westerner ship was on its way to the east, unknowing of what tragedies awaited them there. A tall man with rich green hair stared out the ships man window with a frown painted on his face. This was the man whom observes worlds. He was there on that ship with his pupil to search for the man who would be this galaxies--and if he proved himself more than was to be expected--possibly the universes--Savior-King.

[CrimsonMoon]

( The F€€LS 8UUUUUU *dramtic music*)

On this ship, hidden from the prying eyes of humans, a girl was hidden, tucked away with her sacred treasures in the darkest corner of the ship. She needed to find the 'Savior-King'... But for what..? That was the question..

[Light]

(IKRIIIIIIGHT? XD)

The ship begins to quiver and shake, the luminous lights and grandeur of the ship as of heaven. Slowly, the gears begin to shift, and part of the ship, the part she and the green-haired man was on, separates from the main ship. Alarms begin to go off, but the small travel carrier ship zips away from the main ship, leaving it and the pursuers in its dust as they approach the planet themselves...

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl feels the change and hugs the bundle tighter to her chest, the energy from the treasures was keeping her body warm... Her blue hair was hidden in a hood and her feet were pulled up to her chest.. Soon... Hopefully

[Light]

It gets warm for a few minutes before the ship crashes, sliding against the ground for dozens of miles before stopping. "I SAY!" a large voice booms laughingly, "I landed that one quite well, if I do say so myself!" It was quiet outside, and after the man had spoken, an eery silence had begun to settle on the ship.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl yelps but quickly quiets herself.. They had crah landed? Oh god... Where were tey?! She dares to peek from her hiding place, hugging the bundle close

[Light]

Outside was the most beautiful scenery of cherry blossoms, the only scarring thing visible from when they landed. Farther away though, stood two large, man-like mecha's that looked like what the Easterners called 'samurai'. Both had their swords drawn, and had paused in their fight when the ship fell. One was smaller than the other, and the energy that pulsed from the large red one screamed 'regalia'! The smaller mecha was in trouble by the look of its armor, the outer shell close to just falling off or exploding.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl pauses and sinks back,"..." Should she help..?

A question she had always wrestled with....

Yes.

The girl immediately popped fro her hiding place an leapt down to the ground stumbling from the constant movement of a ship being absent

[Light]

The smaller one raises its katana, charging forward despite the challenging odds, "IT WAS INEVITABLE!!!" A voice booms from it--a familiar voice, a voice from a dream.

A voice that said--without even having to look at the male inside--that he knew, but didn't accept it. He was going to change it.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl looks up, her eyes widening,"... It's him," she breathes, immediately starting to run toward the battle

[Light]

His sword clashes with the others pole-arm, flames springing forth from the enemy as their fire-regalia activates. The smaller one just laughs though--the sound intoxicating. As she got closer, more smaller mechas, about a third of the large mecha's height, we all fighting. One side was red, matching the large, and the other was blue, matching the small one.

[CrimsonMoon]

She huffs and presses a button on her choker. Immediately a mecha begins to form around her, a white and gold mecha, immediately it charges between the two and a blast of energy sends the smaller and larger enemies apart

[Light]

The blue mecha hits the ground hard, unmoving upon the ground. The red one slides back a few meters, his weapon aimed at her now. The smaller blue machines rush to their fallen comrade crying out, "---sama!" their speakers yell frantically, their words blotted out.

[CrimsonMoon]

The white mecha spins slowly, rising above the battle field and staring around at the fighter mecha,"..." She doesnt speak but the white mech stares at the small Mecha

[Light]

It's arm finally twitches, just a bit, and the warriors begin to work on getting him out of the smoking machine.

"... FALL BACK!" The large red mecha yells, "YOU WERE FORTUNATE THIS TIME--FOOL!" His gears creak and he begins to hurdle away with his army, a cloud of dust covering their wake.

[CrimsonMoon]

The white mecha raises its palm toward the retreating red one's back, a blast of white light screaming from its palm and impaling the red mech's back.

[Light]

The large machine falters, taking a few more steps only to fall forward. There was a stillness behind her, the men staring in shock.

That wasn't done. In the east, it was an act of cowardice.

The chest shell of the blue mecha flies off finally, and men climb out of their mecha, eyeing the white one with wary eyes.

It was from the west. It couldn't be trusted--but in their weak condition they couldn't fight back.

[CrimsonMoon]

The white mech turns once again, slowly growing smaller and smaller and folding into itself until at last the blue haired girl stood in it's place, hugging the bundle to her stomach and looking down, not at the blue mechas nor anything else, her weird blue and silver hair whipping quietly across her face...

[Light]

Blue mecha rush past her, seizing the large red one before the enemies men could retrieve. Loud coughing came from the small blue one, and they carefully pull the pilot out of the smoke, carrying him out of it and in the cold of blue mech, out of sight before anyone could catch a glimpse.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl takes steps after the pilot of the blue mecha, trying to get to him," Savior..." She calls weakly, hopin they could understand her tongue..