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Mun's been randomly perusing her Tumblr tag... and actually found a few things that weren't porn.

Why is it you only think of me when you're doing something stupid? I've yet to be remembered when I wasn't rather annoyed with you. Just... close the window, and go to sleep or something. You kind of caught me in the middle of a good book. You mind?

[But...]

Of course you do. What, you want me to sing you a lullaby or something, 'cause that is most certainly not happening. Just leave me alone or bother someone else.

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[Grinnin' a bit, 'cause she looks kinda hot.]

I'm sure what you're reading is tons better than your Mun pestering you.

[Uh, Dean? This meeting may not work out in your favor...]

[Just have an arched eyebrow. She slowly puts down her book of Chozo poetry.]

Yes, it is. Doesn't seem to stop him. [Or you for that matter, apparently.]

[Whoa. Okay. He assumed her Mun was a chick...

However, naughty thoughts and images don't fully materialize in his mind as he notices the cover has some chicken-scratch looking markings on the cover. A quick glance is all he gives. Nope. He has no idea what she's reading. The only other written language he's really looked into is Latin. Not only did he take a self interest in it. Learning it was a part of his life-long, military training Dad drilled into him.]

What is that? Japanese? [He won't be very surprised if he finds out that he's way off. ~~Any of his assumptions would be way off, but his Mun will not say anything. She'll just sit here, amused.~~]

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[She's just going to sigh and give the book an affectionate pat.]

Chozo, actually. One of the few surviving copies of Chozo literature in the known galaxy.

[Meaning, no flash photography, and do not touch. She's kinda protective of it.]

[He catches that tone, right one mark. It's fine. He won't touch it, but he's still a bit curious. What, is she a professor, or a collector of this lore unknown to him? Not that he's looking for anythin' to hunt.

Sam and him, their relatives, and their comrades have been quite busy fighting something else, and a maniac of a guy who's mentally linked to them.]

Can't say I ever heard of Chozo. I've read into a lot of urban legends, but that's new.

While Chozo have kind of faded into legend... they're far from urban legends just yet. Alien race that transcended mortality or... something. Not entirely clear on what happened. They raised me after I lost my parents to a Space Pirate attack on our colony, and just... one day they were all gone.

[Okay, then. Aliens. Dean's not so skeptical about them. (Or at least not this one. He knows someone who's fought some really nasty ones...)

Raised by aliens, on another planet. That's a bit eye widening, yet he can empathize. Somewhat. But he's sort of a loss for words here. Saying he's sorry just wouldn't do much of anything, for either of them.]

Damn, that's... Yeah.

I know it ain't great losing parents. It's just me and my brother. [It would take a bit of effort to say what killed his parents.]

What happened to them? Another Space Pirate attack?

I doubt the Pirates could've taken them out. I honestly have no idea what happened. One minute, they were one of the most expansive civilizations in the galaxy, spanning hundreds of solar systems, and the next... they just vanished. The Pirates don't have the man power to accomplish something on that scale yet.

The prevailing theory is that they somehow transcended mortal forms. They were a very spiritual people, and attaining enlightenment was a big drive for them.

So, uh, the Chozo were like space monks?

More like space shamen. [Have another small shrug. Though, talking about Chozo always puts her in a good mood.]

Interesting. [No, he's not just saying that. In a way, to him, that sort of is. He can tell that she and these space shamen were close. Quite the childhood she must've had with them. Just who is this anyway?]

Did you ever meet other aliens?

[Dean pauses a bit.] My brother and I encountered quite a few. Mostly the really ugly, attacking kind. These space pirate sons of bitches. Are they anything like that?

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Oh yeah. They're like giant space-faring cockroach-mantises.

[She taps something on the wrist of the Zero Suit, causing a hologram to pop up displaying the pirate footman.]

Nasty little jackasses. But they're not the ones you have to worry about.

[She taps again, calling up a hologram of Kraid.]

This lovely fellow is one of their higher ranking guys. Kraid is one of the biggest - around two stories tall - and meanest aliens you'll ever meet. But he's nothing compared to Ridley.

[She taps again, the image shifting to the space-dragon.]

Ridley is every bit as brutal and savage as Kraid, but five times as cunning. He acts as a commander to the lower ranks. He and I have some... extensive history. He led the attack that killed my parents. I'm only alive because a little human girl surrounded by the mutilated corpses of her family amused him.

[She looks sort of familiar to Jake, but he can't quite place how, or why.]

Does your Mun stay up insanely late? I know mine does, sometimes.

[Dean can’t help but grin to himself as he noticed that she had some really fancy, high tech suit. With actual holograms. Too cool.

Then he blinks, his eyes wide as he looks at the image of Ridley. During her explanation about him, he scowled.] Honestly, he’d better pray to stay the hell away from me. I’d end him before he sics any of those things at us.

Yeah, they’re ugly all right, but I’ve seen uglier... I’d like my Mun’s help here. She’s got the pics of Xel’lotath, Pious, and all those creatures she can make. All of them defy reason. Half of them don’t have heads, but they can still make noise...

[No need to say more, Dean. On a table is a stack of papers. On the top is one that shows two images of Xel’lotath.]

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I'll let you handle, whatever... That is...

[She tilts her head a bit at the picture of Xel'lotath. Never seen anything quite like it, but considering some of the stuff she's seen, she's not all that surprised.]

But leave Ridley to me. He's not some mindless beast, he's cunning, intelligent, but most of all...

[She leans forward a bit, expression darkening.]

He's mine. I've kicked his ass every time we've crossed paths since our first encounter, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. I will be the one to finally kill that bastard.

[Well, she isn't quite human, if that helps?]

That doesn't really bother me all that much. When you make a living going from planet to planet, you kind of lose any bearing on day-night cycles.

Oh we're trying... [He spreads the rest of the blown up images around, of Xelly's creations. Some of them don't have any heads, yet they're still standing. The Bonethief for instance has glowing lights where an actual head would be. Hardly any meat on it at all...]

Ain't easy having one too many threats, a lunatic cyborg guy being top priority.

[When she leans forward, he doesn't even blink.] Never said your Ridley was mindless. Those who can sneak around unseen all have at least some intelligence.

Xel'lotath's one of insanity dieties around the Nexus. [There's a bit of a scowl as he thinks about the other one.] Vertigo's a sorceress lizard bitch. She messed with my head and beat the shit out of me once a year ago. [His own expression darkens.] After Xargin's a pile of scrap metal, she's next.

[Just wait until the third insanity god shows himself, Dean. So far, you've only met one of his clown servants...]

Yeah. Okay. I get it. I don't wanna get in your way. In case Mun decides to enable any more sick, cunning bastards... If I see this Ridley I know where to find you. Can't garauntee that it would be right away. I'd have to get my family away from him first. [And maybe try to give that nasty dragon some new holes, or...] Maybe Angelus will distract him for me. She's another dragon, but nothing like him.

[He's no ordinary human either. But that's not what she reminding him of.]

You're a space traveler? [One brow is raised slightly than the other.] I can't imagine getting bored, if I could do that.

[Jake may feel a bit envious. He nor his friends never made a living off of fighting mind robbing parasitic slugs in their helpless hosts. Most of every human being back at his world didn't even know there's an invasion going on.

Now he's been separated from his friends, but he's certain they're all still in the fight. As their former leader, he knows which two would be the best to take over the leadership. Whether it's six years or down to their last breaths, the Animorphs are all his Earth has as its only defense.]

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