This is a teaser of my SO3 fanfic. Enjoy... I hope.
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(A/N: Hello again. This is my third fanfiction, although the first one (Second Chances) has bee put on hold and the second (Twisted Fates) is still going. First, I'd like to make one thing clear: this Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time fanfiction is NOT my main project... the 'Twisted Fates' fic will take precedence over it, so expect updates to be erratic.
Now, youre probably wondering: "If this madman updates so sporadically, then why did he start ANOTHER fic?!". Well... blame the plot demons that tormented me with this for a long while now.
This fic is an alternate plot of sort, which revolves around the presence of an OC with a peculiar point of view ever since Hyda IV's events. It is NOT a SI (the OC is a girl, I'm a guy!), nor is it a Mary Sue (the OC has her fair share of problems, and can be rather... unpleasant, as you'll see), and right now there's no pairings at all, though I can tell you right now that I won't bother with canon pairings, so forget any Fate/Sophia, Fate/Nel or Nel/Albel. Instead, expect odd pairings... I'm currently considering stuff like Fate/Tynave or Farleen (!), but I'll be more than happy to hear your input through your reviews. Just keep in mind that canon pairings are NOT my thing.
Oh, and as you may have noticed, I decided to keep Fate's original name instead of using 'Fayt'. I just... like 'Fate' better. It allows for some nice foreshadowing, you know?
Aaanyway... I'll do my best to entertain you. Don't be surprised if I don't follow the game's dialogue - that's why it is an 'alternate' plot, huh? That said, enjoy! At Chapter's end, you'll find a small bio on the OC and her race and homeworld.
Now, on with the story!)
DISCLAIMER:
Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time, its characters and its likenesses are property of Square-Enix and tri-Ace. I claim no ownership of them and an not making any profit from this story. However, the character of Zillian O'll Roi'yaru, the planets Endar and Danaag and the Endarian/Danaagi race are all my creation. There ya go...
(Italics indicate thought. Bolded text is mechanical voices/dragons/etc. speaking.)
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Prologue: Hyda IV
++Grantier Resort Hotel, Battle Simulator++
Fate Leingod lunged at the last enemy and struck it down with a swift blow. The six-legged insectlike creature screeched and then vanished. As Fate nodded in satisfaction, the ruined city around him faded, and he found himself inside the Battle Simulator room again.
Whew, that was pretty tough, the blue-haired boy thought. Then agan, I gained a lot of levels this time, so it was worth it... I'll take a break now.
"Computer," Fate spoke to the air, "Save player data and terminate this session."
"Acknowledged," a metallic voice came from the walls. "Saving data... saved. Unlocking Battle Simulator room door... please come again."
With a nod, Fate started towards the room's door. He had a feeling today would be a very good day indeed.
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As Fate left the room, a pair of eyes, one humanlike and reddish, the other glasslike and dark-red, followed him. Said eyes belonged to an incredibly tall young woman, standing at almost seven feet of height and with long green hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. The woman was an impressive sight to behold: not only was she very tall, but her body was well-toned, neither too thin nor too fat. She looked like she was in her early twentieth, and wore long blue jeans, a no-sleeve shirt with a generous decolletÞ that slightly showed off her breasts and a silver chain with a moon-shaped pendant hanging from her neck.
The things that attracted the most attention, however, were the artificial implants on her body: her otherwise perfect visage was marred by the presence of a long, thin scar that ran from the left side of her forehead to near the cener of her left cheek, passing over the obviously artificial red orb that was in place of her left eye. Her left arm was even more obviously artificial: black metal replaced flesh from slightly under the armpit onward, giving this lovely woman a peculiar, almost menacing air.
The woman kept staring at Fate with a pensive look, as if sizing up a possible opponent. Then she grinned.
That boy, he's pretty good at the Battle Simulator, she thought, having observed him fight earlier. I was just getting bored with playing alone... maybe I'll invite him next time I play to have some fun.
As the woman began to approach Fate, she noticed a young girl walk up to and sit next to him and frowned in disappointment. Tch, he has a girlfriend?, she thought. Hopefully she's not the jealous type...
Mentally shrugging, the woman kept approaching. Might as well try...
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"Phew! I'm beat," Fate sighed, letting his sore body slide on a bench. He had really worked up a sweat today, but he felt great nonetheless. Battle Simulators were so much fun, and as an additional bonus they provided a good workout, keeping him in shape.
"There you are," a girl's voice suddenly addressed him. Fate looked up, and met the eyes of Sophia Esteed, his childhood friend. He noticed she was glaring at him. Oh shit, he thought. He'd been so concentrated on fighting that he'd completely forgotten he was supposed to meet her... he checked the clock and winced... well over half an hour ago. He glanced at her, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh, uh... Hi, Sophia," he greeted her nervously. "I thought you were going to take a swim?"
"I was going to take a swim, but I waited forever on the beach for a certain someone..." Sophia replied with a scowl, glaring at him hard enough to burn a hole through him. Fate wilted under her accusing stare. "Uh, err... I'm sorry?" he croaked, immediately giving himself a swift mental kick in the shins. Yeah, real smooth here, Fate, he thought, realizing how lame his apology must've sounded.
"Hmph!" Sophia huffed, clearly displeased by his pitiful attempt at apologizing. She glared at him again and continued: "You said you'd come over in a few minutes, but it's been hours!"
"Sorry, Sophia!" Fate grinned, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "I kinda lost track of time... but hey, today I gained a lot of levels!"
"Good for you," the girl replied in a peeved tone. Fate could've sworn that, had she glared any harder, she could have reignited a dead star. He realized that if he didn't pacify her quickly, he was going to be in trouble. Big trouble. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'-type trouble.
"Um... are you mad?" he asked her, then smacked himself again. Of course she was mad. He all but dumped her for a videogame! I seem to have an uncanny ability to put my foot in my mouth today, he thought dryly as Sophia huffed again.
"I'm not mad!" she said, turning away. Yeah, anybody could tell she was not mad. Nuh-uh, not at all. Fate couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"...Excuse me?"
Fate and Sophia both looked up and instinctivel shrank back. Before them stood a tall woman with green hair. Fate recognized her after a moment: she was the young woman who lived next door to him, in Room 106, along with an even taller green-haired man. He also remembered seeing her play in the Battle Simulator and being impressed by her skill.
"Huh? You're... the woman from Room 106..." Sophia hesitantly addressed the woman. She nodded, smiling.
"Yes. Sorry to startle you... I keep forgetting that smaller people are intimidated by my size," she apologized. Her eyes then rested on Fate, and for the first time the boy truly noticed the woman's artificial implants. He found himself staring at her artificial arm in morbid fascination, wondering just what happened in order for her to need such extensive prosthetic aids. Totay's technology could fix most wounds, even serious ones, in a short time. In order for her to need artificial limbs at all, she must have been wounded very badly. I wonder what kind of metal that is, he thought. He had never seen anything quite like it before.
The green-haired woman noticed his stare and frowned. "Do my... handicaps... make you uneasy? If that's the case, I'll just leave," she inquired, her voice veined with slight disappointment. At those words, Fate snapped out of his trance and realized he'd been staring in a very rude way. He blushed violently and bowed in apology.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to be rude," he explained quickly. "It's just... I've never seen anything quite like it. Most people nowadays prefer flesh-like prosthetic parts... I suppose you have your reasons for choosing otherwise, though."
"Hmm... apology accepted," the woman nodded. "I should be used to it by now... but sometimes I find the stares unnerving. Yet... I keep these as a reminder."
"I see..." Fate murmured. Even he wasn't stupid enough to ask questions. He could tell it was not a topic to be discussed. He then regarded the woman curiously, idly noticing she was pretty even with her... unusual... traits. "But... did you want to talk to us?" he asked. "How can we help?"
"Well... I observed you fight in the simulator, and was wondering if you'd care for some tag-team action," she explained, then glanced at Sophia and chuckled. "But I see your girlfriend's quite mad at you, so I'll wait until later. For now, you should devote your time to her..."
"W-wait a minute...!" Sophia protested with a blush, frantically waving her arms. "Fate and I aren't together!"
"Hmm... well, you do act like you're sweethearts," the woman explained with another chuckle. She then sobered up. "Either way, boy, you'll want to make it up for her. I overheard you... making girls wait is not very nice."
"U-um, right," Fate said with a slight blush. "I was thinking of taking a walk through the hotel with her..."
"That sounds like a nice plan..." the woman mused. "Would you mind if I came along? I got here just two days ago, and haven't really explored the hotel either. Or am I a bother...?"
"No, not at all!" Sophia reassured her. For some reason, she liked this strange green-haired woman, and the idea of chatting with her made her interested.
"By all means, come along," Fate confirmed. Much like Sophia, he had taken an immediate liking to the woman, in no small part due to her being a Battle Simulator enthusiast as well, and was curious about her, though courtesy kept him from asking.
"Well then, I'll invite myself along," the woman smiled, then arched an eyebrow. "Oh, yes... we haven't introduced each other, have we?"
"I'm Fate Leingod, an Earthling," Fate said, extending his hand. Zillian took it and Fate yelped as it was nearly crushed in the tall girl's grip. She smirked. "Wimp," she whispered. Fate shot her a dirty glare as he cradled his sore appendage, while Sophia giggled.
"And I'm Sophia Esteed, also from Earth," she added with a nod, making sure not to offer her hand. Fate's experience was telltale enough, and she had no wish to nurse her hand back to health. The woman nodded back.
"I'm Zillian O'll Roi'yaru, an Endarian," she introduced herself. Fate and Sophia blinked. "Endarian? I don't think I ever heard of such a race before..." Fate inquired, curious. Sophia shook her head in agreement.
"Not too surprising... I believe you Earthlings know us as Danaagi. Our homeworld, Endar VI, was destroyed when its star went supernova 300 years ago," Zillian explained with a shrug. "We Endarians are mostly a 'stay put'-type race... we were given a new home on Danaag III, a previously uninhabited planet with atmospheric conditions similar to our own, but we very rarely leave it."
"Oh! Now I remember," Fate nodded as the memort of his history lessons dawned on him. "You were one of the first races to join the Pangalactic Federation... you asked for help to evacuate the Endar star system prior to its star going supernova, right?"
"Yes. Nowadays, all that's left of our ancestral home is a black hole," Zillian confirmed, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I was told our planet was beautiful back then... but no more."
"I'm sorry to hear that..." Sophia murmured. Zillian shook her head and smiled. "Ah, don't worry. It is in the past. I wasn't even alive back then," she reassured the girl. "No point in dwelling on what once was, especially when one doesn't even have any memory of it. I'm sorry if I depressed you... Shall we go?"
"Ah... I need to get changed. Do you mind?" Sophia asked. Zillian shook her head again.
"Go right ahead."
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OK, that's it for now. Thoughts? Constructive criticism? Flames? ...on second thought, scratch the latter. <_<
Please keep in mind this is just a rough draft, as I've all but rewritten the entire dialogue to make it less dry, so to speak. Please do tell me what you think.
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(A/N: Hello again. This is my third fanfiction, although the first one (Second Chances) has bee put on hold and the second (Twisted Fates) is still going. First, I'd like to make one thing clear: this Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time fanfiction is NOT my main project... the 'Twisted Fates' fic will take precedence over it, so expect updates to be erratic.
Now, youre probably wondering: "If this madman updates so sporadically, then why did he start ANOTHER fic?!". Well... blame the plot demons that tormented me with this for a long while now.
This fic is an alternate plot of sort, which revolves around the presence of an OC with a peculiar point of view ever since Hyda IV's events. It is NOT a SI (the OC is a girl, I'm a guy!), nor is it a Mary Sue (the OC has her fair share of problems, and can be rather... unpleasant, as you'll see), and right now there's no pairings at all, though I can tell you right now that I won't bother with canon pairings, so forget any Fate/Sophia, Fate/Nel or Nel/Albel. Instead, expect odd pairings... I'm currently considering stuff like Fate/Tynave or Farleen (!), but I'll be more than happy to hear your input through your reviews. Just keep in mind that canon pairings are NOT my thing.
Oh, and as you may have noticed, I decided to keep Fate's original name instead of using 'Fayt'. I just... like 'Fate' better. It allows for some nice foreshadowing, you know?
Aaanyway... I'll do my best to entertain you. Don't be surprised if I don't follow the game's dialogue - that's why it is an 'alternate' plot, huh? That said, enjoy! At Chapter's end, you'll find a small bio on the OC and her race and homeworld.
Now, on with the story!)
DISCLAIMER:
Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time, its characters and its likenesses are property of Square-Enix and tri-Ace. I claim no ownership of them and an not making any profit from this story. However, the character of Zillian O'll Roi'yaru, the planets Endar and Danaag and the Endarian/Danaagi race are all my creation. There ya go...
(Italics indicate thought. Bolded text is mechanical voices/dragons/etc. speaking.)
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Prologue: Hyda IV
++Grantier Resort Hotel, Battle Simulator++
Fate Leingod lunged at the last enemy and struck it down with a swift blow. The six-legged insectlike creature screeched and then vanished. As Fate nodded in satisfaction, the ruined city around him faded, and he found himself inside the Battle Simulator room again.
Whew, that was pretty tough, the blue-haired boy thought. Then agan, I gained a lot of levels this time, so it was worth it... I'll take a break now.
"Computer," Fate spoke to the air, "Save player data and terminate this session."
"Acknowledged," a metallic voice came from the walls. "Saving data... saved. Unlocking Battle Simulator room door... please come again."
With a nod, Fate started towards the room's door. He had a feeling today would be a very good day indeed.
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As Fate left the room, a pair of eyes, one humanlike and reddish, the other glasslike and dark-red, followed him. Said eyes belonged to an incredibly tall young woman, standing at almost seven feet of height and with long green hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back. The woman was an impressive sight to behold: not only was she very tall, but her body was well-toned, neither too thin nor too fat. She looked like she was in her early twentieth, and wore long blue jeans, a no-sleeve shirt with a generous decolletÞ that slightly showed off her breasts and a silver chain with a moon-shaped pendant hanging from her neck.
The things that attracted the most attention, however, were the artificial implants on her body: her otherwise perfect visage was marred by the presence of a long, thin scar that ran from the left side of her forehead to near the cener of her left cheek, passing over the obviously artificial red orb that was in place of her left eye. Her left arm was even more obviously artificial: black metal replaced flesh from slightly under the armpit onward, giving this lovely woman a peculiar, almost menacing air.
The woman kept staring at Fate with a pensive look, as if sizing up a possible opponent. Then she grinned.
That boy, he's pretty good at the Battle Simulator, she thought, having observed him fight earlier. I was just getting bored with playing alone... maybe I'll invite him next time I play to have some fun.
As the woman began to approach Fate, she noticed a young girl walk up to and sit next to him and frowned in disappointment. Tch, he has a girlfriend?, she thought. Hopefully she's not the jealous type...
Mentally shrugging, the woman kept approaching. Might as well try...
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"Phew! I'm beat," Fate sighed, letting his sore body slide on a bench. He had really worked up a sweat today, but he felt great nonetheless. Battle Simulators were so much fun, and as an additional bonus they provided a good workout, keeping him in shape.
"There you are," a girl's voice suddenly addressed him. Fate looked up, and met the eyes of Sophia Esteed, his childhood friend. He noticed she was glaring at him. Oh shit, he thought. He'd been so concentrated on fighting that he'd completely forgotten he was supposed to meet her... he checked the clock and winced... well over half an hour ago. He glanced at her, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh, uh... Hi, Sophia," he greeted her nervously. "I thought you were going to take a swim?"
"I was going to take a swim, but I waited forever on the beach for a certain someone..." Sophia replied with a scowl, glaring at him hard enough to burn a hole through him. Fate wilted under her accusing stare. "Uh, err... I'm sorry?" he croaked, immediately giving himself a swift mental kick in the shins. Yeah, real smooth here, Fate, he thought, realizing how lame his apology must've sounded.
"Hmph!" Sophia huffed, clearly displeased by his pitiful attempt at apologizing. She glared at him again and continued: "You said you'd come over in a few minutes, but it's been hours!"
"Sorry, Sophia!" Fate grinned, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "I kinda lost track of time... but hey, today I gained a lot of levels!"
"Good for you," the girl replied in a peeved tone. Fate could've sworn that, had she glared any harder, she could have reignited a dead star. He realized that if he didn't pacify her quickly, he was going to be in trouble. Big trouble. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'-type trouble.
"Um... are you mad?" he asked her, then smacked himself again. Of course she was mad. He all but dumped her for a videogame! I seem to have an uncanny ability to put my foot in my mouth today, he thought dryly as Sophia huffed again.
"I'm not mad!" she said, turning away. Yeah, anybody could tell she was not mad. Nuh-uh, not at all. Fate couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"...Excuse me?"
Fate and Sophia both looked up and instinctivel shrank back. Before them stood a tall woman with green hair. Fate recognized her after a moment: she was the young woman who lived next door to him, in Room 106, along with an even taller green-haired man. He also remembered seeing her play in the Battle Simulator and being impressed by her skill.
"Huh? You're... the woman from Room 106..." Sophia hesitantly addressed the woman. She nodded, smiling.
"Yes. Sorry to startle you... I keep forgetting that smaller people are intimidated by my size," she apologized. Her eyes then rested on Fate, and for the first time the boy truly noticed the woman's artificial implants. He found himself staring at her artificial arm in morbid fascination, wondering just what happened in order for her to need such extensive prosthetic aids. Totay's technology could fix most wounds, even serious ones, in a short time. In order for her to need artificial limbs at all, she must have been wounded very badly. I wonder what kind of metal that is, he thought. He had never seen anything quite like it before.
The green-haired woman noticed his stare and frowned. "Do my... handicaps... make you uneasy? If that's the case, I'll just leave," she inquired, her voice veined with slight disappointment. At those words, Fate snapped out of his trance and realized he'd been staring in a very rude way. He blushed violently and bowed in apology.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to be rude," he explained quickly. "It's just... I've never seen anything quite like it. Most people nowadays prefer flesh-like prosthetic parts... I suppose you have your reasons for choosing otherwise, though."
"Hmm... apology accepted," the woman nodded. "I should be used to it by now... but sometimes I find the stares unnerving. Yet... I keep these as a reminder."
"I see..." Fate murmured. Even he wasn't stupid enough to ask questions. He could tell it was not a topic to be discussed. He then regarded the woman curiously, idly noticing she was pretty even with her... unusual... traits. "But... did you want to talk to us?" he asked. "How can we help?"
"Well... I observed you fight in the simulator, and was wondering if you'd care for some tag-team action," she explained, then glanced at Sophia and chuckled. "But I see your girlfriend's quite mad at you, so I'll wait until later. For now, you should devote your time to her..."
"W-wait a minute...!" Sophia protested with a blush, frantically waving her arms. "Fate and I aren't together!"
"Hmm... well, you do act like you're sweethearts," the woman explained with another chuckle. She then sobered up. "Either way, boy, you'll want to make it up for her. I overheard you... making girls wait is not very nice."
"U-um, right," Fate said with a slight blush. "I was thinking of taking a walk through the hotel with her..."
"That sounds like a nice plan..." the woman mused. "Would you mind if I came along? I got here just two days ago, and haven't really explored the hotel either. Or am I a bother...?"
"No, not at all!" Sophia reassured her. For some reason, she liked this strange green-haired woman, and the idea of chatting with her made her interested.
"By all means, come along," Fate confirmed. Much like Sophia, he had taken an immediate liking to the woman, in no small part due to her being a Battle Simulator enthusiast as well, and was curious about her, though courtesy kept him from asking.
"Well then, I'll invite myself along," the woman smiled, then arched an eyebrow. "Oh, yes... we haven't introduced each other, have we?"
"I'm Fate Leingod, an Earthling," Fate said, extending his hand. Zillian took it and Fate yelped as it was nearly crushed in the tall girl's grip. She smirked. "Wimp," she whispered. Fate shot her a dirty glare as he cradled his sore appendage, while Sophia giggled.
"And I'm Sophia Esteed, also from Earth," she added with a nod, making sure not to offer her hand. Fate's experience was telltale enough, and she had no wish to nurse her hand back to health. The woman nodded back.
"I'm Zillian O'll Roi'yaru, an Endarian," she introduced herself. Fate and Sophia blinked. "Endarian? I don't think I ever heard of such a race before..." Fate inquired, curious. Sophia shook her head in agreement.
"Not too surprising... I believe you Earthlings know us as Danaagi. Our homeworld, Endar VI, was destroyed when its star went supernova 300 years ago," Zillian explained with a shrug. "We Endarians are mostly a 'stay put'-type race... we were given a new home on Danaag III, a previously uninhabited planet with atmospheric conditions similar to our own, but we very rarely leave it."
"Oh! Now I remember," Fate nodded as the memort of his history lessons dawned on him. "You were one of the first races to join the Pangalactic Federation... you asked for help to evacuate the Endar star system prior to its star going supernova, right?"
"Yes. Nowadays, all that's left of our ancestral home is a black hole," Zillian confirmed, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I was told our planet was beautiful back then... but no more."
"I'm sorry to hear that..." Sophia murmured. Zillian shook her head and smiled. "Ah, don't worry. It is in the past. I wasn't even alive back then," she reassured the girl. "No point in dwelling on what once was, especially when one doesn't even have any memory of it. I'm sorry if I depressed you... Shall we go?"
"Ah... I need to get changed. Do you mind?" Sophia asked. Zillian shook her head again.
"Go right ahead."
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OK, that's it for now. Thoughts? Constructive criticism? Flames? ...on second thought, scratch the latter. <_<
Please keep in mind this is just a rough draft, as I've all but rewritten the entire dialogue to make it less dry, so to speak. Please do tell me what you think.