Ship
Title: Emperor Hope. (Rank series.)
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping.
Table and prompt: Table Sci-fi. #02 Ship.
Summary: Interaction can be hard.
Word count: 1.699.
Rating: G.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
The coat was still there, sitting among two more jackets and a hat that seemed pretty old, although it was well preserved.
The captain symbol on its sleeve shined when the sunlight came through the window, touching the bits made of some kind of metal.
Yuma often caught himself looking at it, musing during the days gave to him as a break about how he would return the coat to Astral.
It seemed easy enough, after all, it was just a garment and didn’t deserve too much attention, but every time Yuma looked at it he couldn’t help but remember the recent events.
Some days ago he could say with sure that he hated the alien.
The captain function should be his, he had studied and directed all his efforts to this, working hard until graduation specifically because of that job. And yet.
Astral always got better grades, better grasp of things, better rankings and connections.
He was also annoying, full of himself, commanding and egocentric.
At the same time that he fitted the captain post, he certainly lacked some qualities. That was why Yuma had had hope, waiting that he would be the chosen one, after all, his name was among the list of potential captains. And yet.
“Kotori to Yuma, are you even on Earth?” The tablet on his desk buzzed while his friend’s voice invaded the small room.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Yuma lazily spread through the sofa, touching the screen and now being able to see Kotori’s face through a 3D panel.
“Since I know you don’t use an agenda or anything of that sort, I’ll be your personal calendar now,” she pointed with an exasperated air. “Yuuma! You were supposed to go to the hangar, remember? To see the new ship!”
“EH! IT WAS TODAY?!”
“Yes, actually, it was around 1 hour ago! I saw Astral standing alone at the hall, that’s why I called you.” If Yuma weren’t desperate, jumping around the apartment, he would have seen the way Kotori sighed and placed a hand on her own forehead. “You’re really hopeless, after all…”
“Sorry, Kotori! But also, thank you!” The pink-haired screamed while he tried to brush his teeth.
“Just try to not take too long! And tell me how the new ship is!” She exclaimed before finishing the call.
“I’ll!” Yuma ran from the bathroom to his own room, quickly dressing with the Federation uniform and then going to the door, where Astral’s coat caught his attention once again.
That seemed like the perfect occasion to return it, so Yuma placed it inside his backpack.
.
The ship they had used during the first mission was merely a common ship, a replacement to the official one, that was still being tested.
Now that it was ready to be used, captain and co-captain needed to check all the systems and run a couple of tests just to be sure that the aircraft fitted their needs.
“You are late.” Astral’s quiet voice tumbled through the corridor.
Although it didn’t show any kind of irritation, Yuma could feel it, almost like the emotion gripped at his owns, a foreigner sensation, an echo that resonated into his own core.
“I’m sorry! I thought the meeting was tomorrow!” Yuma knew he was at fault there, his reaction being bow a little, trying to hide his reddening cheeks.
Astral stayed quiet, but Yuma knew he was looking at himself, the irritation once again flowing as cold waves of an ocean.
The alien closed his eyes and, uncrossing his arms, turned around.
“Let’s go.”
“Hey, I mean it… I’m really sorry I forgot the meeting was today.” Yuma said quietly, trotting behind Astral. “Promise I won’t do it again.”
Astral glanced down at the human before opening the glass door to the hangar, the cold breeze hitting them.
“What your friend said about you is rather true. You’re hopeless.”
“--Hey! Has Kotori been talking to you?!” Yuma felt his whole face redden. “Stop laughing!”
Astral only turned his face in a poor effort to hide his smile. The irritation turning into amusement.
“That’s our new ship.” The alien approached the metallic object. It had a considerable size, not too large, but not too small.
The Federation flag was painted on its sides and the technology it held seemed to be one of the best.
“It’s a war machine. It has weapons, an A.I. directly connected to the Federation database and all kind of defensive equipment.”
Astral touched a screen on the external part and opened a staircase, leading to the cockpit.
“I’ll show you all you need to know--”
“Oh, hey, I know how to use this stuff!” Yuma quickly jumped at the captain’s chair, activating the systems and throwing his backpack on the floor. “This is the radar, those are all the information about the ship; heat, energy level, speed…”
“You are correct.” Astral sounded a bit surprised. “Did you learn it at classes?”
“Nah, my father taught me!” Yuma said, proud, still checking the panels. “He is an explorer! His ship is one of the best! He usually doesn’t have a lot of time to stay at home, but when he does, he teaches me a lot of new stuff.”
“I see.”
“I decided to work at the Federation because of him!” Yuma showed a big smile to Astral, who could only blink.
“Your father is an employee here?”
“Yes! Well, he used to be, I don’t know anymore, it’s been a while since I last saw him.” Yuma carefully said, his fingers moving around the keyboard, but Astral noticed the subtle changes in his behaviors, the way his eyes lost some of its energy, how his breath caught on his throat. “But doesn’t matter! I’ll find him, anyway!”
A short period of silence proceeded before Astral moved his arm, touching an interactive panel.
“Since you seem to know the basic functions of the ship, I presume we can advance to the next important topic. As a war machine, this ship has some protocols to follow when endangered. Its main function is to protect, so the first protocols won’t be as extreme as the last one.”
Yuma turned to the alien, watching his glow get mixed among the neon lights inside the ship.
“The red protocol. It’s the last resource we should use. Once activated, it’s impossible to revert it.”
Yuma knew what Astral was talking about.
War ships usually had a special mechanism of defense that could go well or wrong depending on the situation, after all, the “red protocol” was used to explode the ship, a desperate and dangerous measurement that could cost the lives of innocents.
Astral looked at the pink-haired human.
“As second in command, you and I need to set up a password.”
“A password? But does it need to be something complicated so no one will find it out?”
“Not necessarily. We only need to be sure that no one besides us will be able to activate it.”
“Got it… Then, won’t it be better if we did it together?”
“In what sense?”
“I mean, what if I pick a word and you pick another? This way we both need to say it to access the protocol.”
Astral thought for a short moment before nodding. “It’s a good strategy. What word will you use, Tsukumo Yuma?”
“I was thinking… We should use words that make sense with each other and uh… This ship, you said its main function is to protect?”
“Correct.”
“Well, during all those years studying here, I don’t know about you, but I learned that we, the Federation, bring hope to the planets and nations…” Yuma played with his own fingers for a while. “So I thought that hope could be a good word to the password.”
“…Hope.” Astral repeated, as if analyzing the sounding of that short word.
“Yes! Like that hero that used to have a show on TV some years ago--”
“Emperor Hope?” Astral’s eyes twinkled with reorganization.
“Uhn! Number 39 were his codename!”
“And he could negate his enemies attacks to protect himself and his peers.”
“Wow, did you watch that show?” Yuma asked surprised, but Astral suddenly adopted a serious voice tone, his body posture suddenly changing to a tense one.
“Tsukumo Yuma. Let’s use this as a password.”
“--Are you serious?”
“Emperor Hope is a hero that successfully represents Federation’s and this ship main principle.”
“Pff.” Yuma couldn’t help but laugh a bit, he knew Astral wasn’t choosing those words solely because of what he was saying, but Yuma was happy enough to oblige. “Alright! Emperor Hope will be, then!”
The human jumped from the chair, standing next to the alien.
Astral typed some commands on the panel before opening his mouth, his voice sounding clear and cool.
“Emperor.”
The A.I. showed a message, saying it was saving the first part of the password.
“Hope.” Yuma pronounced, his voice also being saved by the A.I.
.
“Hah, ‘Emperor Hope’, that’s really ironic, don’t you think? Especially when it will be used to explode the ship. That’s the kind of “hope” that I would bring.” Black Mist said between small laughs, holding a glass full of a blue drink while sitting on a comfortable sofa.
“I thought it was fitting.” Astral simply said, not paying too much attention to the black-skinned alien.
“Of course you did.” Black Mist waved a clawed hand before sipping at his drink. “Just let’s see until when you’ll be able to “spread hope”.”
.
“So the ship has lasers?!” Tetsuo asked, seeming very excited.
“It does! I didn’t shoot them, though…” Yuma complained, walking next his friends, the cold wind running through his hair.
“I’m glad you didn’t, or else the entire building would be ruined right now!” Kotori half joked, going to her own apartment, where she had invited Yuma and Tetsuo to have dinner.
Yuma kept talking, explaining the functions the new ship had, its systems and how Astral, the seemingly cold captain, knew about the kids hero, Emperor Hope.
“Well, this doesn’t change the fact that you too like Emperor Hope, Yuma.”
“TETSUO!”
And the coat laid forgotten inside Yuma’s bag.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping.
Table and prompt: Table Sci-fi. #02 Ship.
Summary: Interaction can be hard.
Word count: 1.699.
Rating: G.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
The coat was still there, sitting among two more jackets and a hat that seemed pretty old, although it was well preserved.
The captain symbol on its sleeve shined when the sunlight came through the window, touching the bits made of some kind of metal.
Yuma often caught himself looking at it, musing during the days gave to him as a break about how he would return the coat to Astral.
It seemed easy enough, after all, it was just a garment and didn’t deserve too much attention, but every time Yuma looked at it he couldn’t help but remember the recent events.
Some days ago he could say with sure that he hated the alien.
The captain function should be his, he had studied and directed all his efforts to this, working hard until graduation specifically because of that job. And yet.
Astral always got better grades, better grasp of things, better rankings and connections.
He was also annoying, full of himself, commanding and egocentric.
At the same time that he fitted the captain post, he certainly lacked some qualities. That was why Yuma had had hope, waiting that he would be the chosen one, after all, his name was among the list of potential captains. And yet.
“Kotori to Yuma, are you even on Earth?” The tablet on his desk buzzed while his friend’s voice invaded the small room.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Yuma lazily spread through the sofa, touching the screen and now being able to see Kotori’s face through a 3D panel.
“Since I know you don’t use an agenda or anything of that sort, I’ll be your personal calendar now,” she pointed with an exasperated air. “Yuuma! You were supposed to go to the hangar, remember? To see the new ship!”
“EH! IT WAS TODAY?!”
“Yes, actually, it was around 1 hour ago! I saw Astral standing alone at the hall, that’s why I called you.” If Yuma weren’t desperate, jumping around the apartment, he would have seen the way Kotori sighed and placed a hand on her own forehead. “You’re really hopeless, after all…”
“Sorry, Kotori! But also, thank you!” The pink-haired screamed while he tried to brush his teeth.
“Just try to not take too long! And tell me how the new ship is!” She exclaimed before finishing the call.
“I’ll!” Yuma ran from the bathroom to his own room, quickly dressing with the Federation uniform and then going to the door, where Astral’s coat caught his attention once again.
That seemed like the perfect occasion to return it, so Yuma placed it inside his backpack.
.
The ship they had used during the first mission was merely a common ship, a replacement to the official one, that was still being tested.
Now that it was ready to be used, captain and co-captain needed to check all the systems and run a couple of tests just to be sure that the aircraft fitted their needs.
“You are late.” Astral’s quiet voice tumbled through the corridor.
Although it didn’t show any kind of irritation, Yuma could feel it, almost like the emotion gripped at his owns, a foreigner sensation, an echo that resonated into his own core.
“I’m sorry! I thought the meeting was tomorrow!” Yuma knew he was at fault there, his reaction being bow a little, trying to hide his reddening cheeks.
Astral stayed quiet, but Yuma knew he was looking at himself, the irritation once again flowing as cold waves of an ocean.
The alien closed his eyes and, uncrossing his arms, turned around.
“Let’s go.”
“Hey, I mean it… I’m really sorry I forgot the meeting was today.” Yuma said quietly, trotting behind Astral. “Promise I won’t do it again.”
Astral glanced down at the human before opening the glass door to the hangar, the cold breeze hitting them.
“What your friend said about you is rather true. You’re hopeless.”
“--Hey! Has Kotori been talking to you?!” Yuma felt his whole face redden. “Stop laughing!”
Astral only turned his face in a poor effort to hide his smile. The irritation turning into amusement.
“That’s our new ship.” The alien approached the metallic object. It had a considerable size, not too large, but not too small.
The Federation flag was painted on its sides and the technology it held seemed to be one of the best.
“It’s a war machine. It has weapons, an A.I. directly connected to the Federation database and all kind of defensive equipment.”
Astral touched a screen on the external part and opened a staircase, leading to the cockpit.
“I’ll show you all you need to know--”
“Oh, hey, I know how to use this stuff!” Yuma quickly jumped at the captain’s chair, activating the systems and throwing his backpack on the floor. “This is the radar, those are all the information about the ship; heat, energy level, speed…”
“You are correct.” Astral sounded a bit surprised. “Did you learn it at classes?”
“Nah, my father taught me!” Yuma said, proud, still checking the panels. “He is an explorer! His ship is one of the best! He usually doesn’t have a lot of time to stay at home, but when he does, he teaches me a lot of new stuff.”
“I see.”
“I decided to work at the Federation because of him!” Yuma showed a big smile to Astral, who could only blink.
“Your father is an employee here?”
“Yes! Well, he used to be, I don’t know anymore, it’s been a while since I last saw him.” Yuma carefully said, his fingers moving around the keyboard, but Astral noticed the subtle changes in his behaviors, the way his eyes lost some of its energy, how his breath caught on his throat. “But doesn’t matter! I’ll find him, anyway!”
A short period of silence proceeded before Astral moved his arm, touching an interactive panel.
“Since you seem to know the basic functions of the ship, I presume we can advance to the next important topic. As a war machine, this ship has some protocols to follow when endangered. Its main function is to protect, so the first protocols won’t be as extreme as the last one.”
Yuma turned to the alien, watching his glow get mixed among the neon lights inside the ship.
“The red protocol. It’s the last resource we should use. Once activated, it’s impossible to revert it.”
Yuma knew what Astral was talking about.
War ships usually had a special mechanism of defense that could go well or wrong depending on the situation, after all, the “red protocol” was used to explode the ship, a desperate and dangerous measurement that could cost the lives of innocents.
Astral looked at the pink-haired human.
“As second in command, you and I need to set up a password.”
“A password? But does it need to be something complicated so no one will find it out?”
“Not necessarily. We only need to be sure that no one besides us will be able to activate it.”
“Got it… Then, won’t it be better if we did it together?”
“In what sense?”
“I mean, what if I pick a word and you pick another? This way we both need to say it to access the protocol.”
Astral thought for a short moment before nodding. “It’s a good strategy. What word will you use, Tsukumo Yuma?”
“I was thinking… We should use words that make sense with each other and uh… This ship, you said its main function is to protect?”
“Correct.”
“Well, during all those years studying here, I don’t know about you, but I learned that we, the Federation, bring hope to the planets and nations…” Yuma played with his own fingers for a while. “So I thought that hope could be a good word to the password.”
“…Hope.” Astral repeated, as if analyzing the sounding of that short word.
“Yes! Like that hero that used to have a show on TV some years ago--”
“Emperor Hope?” Astral’s eyes twinkled with reorganization.
“Uhn! Number 39 were his codename!”
“And he could negate his enemies attacks to protect himself and his peers.”
“Wow, did you watch that show?” Yuma asked surprised, but Astral suddenly adopted a serious voice tone, his body posture suddenly changing to a tense one.
“Tsukumo Yuma. Let’s use this as a password.”
“--Are you serious?”
“Emperor Hope is a hero that successfully represents Federation’s and this ship main principle.”
“Pff.” Yuma couldn’t help but laugh a bit, he knew Astral wasn’t choosing those words solely because of what he was saying, but Yuma was happy enough to oblige. “Alright! Emperor Hope will be, then!”
The human jumped from the chair, standing next to the alien.
Astral typed some commands on the panel before opening his mouth, his voice sounding clear and cool.
“Emperor.”
The A.I. showed a message, saying it was saving the first part of the password.
“Hope.” Yuma pronounced, his voice also being saved by the A.I.
.
“Hah, ‘Emperor Hope’, that’s really ironic, don’t you think? Especially when it will be used to explode the ship. That’s the kind of “hope” that I would bring.” Black Mist said between small laughs, holding a glass full of a blue drink while sitting on a comfortable sofa.
“I thought it was fitting.” Astral simply said, not paying too much attention to the black-skinned alien.
“Of course you did.” Black Mist waved a clawed hand before sipping at his drink. “Just let’s see until when you’ll be able to “spread hope”.”
.
“So the ship has lasers?!” Tetsuo asked, seeming very excited.
“It does! I didn’t shoot them, though…” Yuma complained, walking next his friends, the cold wind running through his hair.
“I’m glad you didn’t, or else the entire building would be ruined right now!” Kotori half joked, going to her own apartment, where she had invited Yuma and Tetsuo to have dinner.
Yuma kept talking, explaining the functions the new ship had, its systems and how Astral, the seemingly cold captain, knew about the kids hero, Emperor Hope.
“Well, this doesn’t change the fact that you too like Emperor Hope, Yuma.”
“TETSUO!”
And the coat laid forgotten inside Yuma’s bag.