It was strange, her situation she meant. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would be in a situation like this, fighting to preserve the last star in the universe! That might be because her wildest dreams involved chocolate and trees made of rainbows and happiness, but that was beside the point. The point is: this was weird. It was a feeling Orendi could not help but get as she watched some of the other Rogues scurry to and fro, doing whatever they were doing.
She knew what most of them thought of her: that she was dangerous, unstable, violent, etc, Orendi actually held a different option. Back on her homeworld she was still weird but not to the extent she was here. Orendi had always been “out there”, for lack of a better term, but nothing that disturbed her fellow Varimophs to the extent it did her current company.
She wondered if her “comrades” realized just HOW different she as form them. She was from a race that could alter their physical forms relatively quickly to adapt; no other race she knew of could do that. It made the Varimophs different, both physically and mentally, from other races. Varimoprhs tended to view the universe and the people in it though context of change. Everything changed: from the stars themselves to plain old people, it was a fact Varimoprhs tended to accept.
It even factored into their religion. The idea of Varimorphs having any sort of religion might surprise some, but they did. You could say they were monotheistic, but that would be an oversimplification. They believed their deity changed their appearance, portfolio, and gender based on whim. This meant that each generation of Varimorph worshiped their deity differently. When Orendi was young she had been a goddess of revelry and immoderation, and when her home was darkened he had been a god of the wild. Change was the constant, that much was true.
Orendi was actually religious, believe it or not, not fervently so, but still a believer. However she had grown-up worshiping a deity of immoderation, and that is what she was: immoderate. It is who she was, who their deity had made her to be. She was immoderate when it came to food, to partying, and to violence. Violence, what a truly interesting concept, it really is, especially how most races viewed it.
Many of the “extreme” violent actions Orendi took would not have been considered as such among Varimorph, who could regrow limbs and morph bone back into shape, and it had puzzled her at first how other races could view it any other way. But Orendi has learned and, surprisingly, toned it down a bit. She did want to keep her current allies after all, even if they were afraid of her.
The very thought made her giggle, a group of handed badasses, afraid of little old Orendi! It was comical to her, a real laugh! The Rogues, hardened whatever-they-happened-to-be, afraid of her! Orendi had no illusions, she knew she was off, but it did not bother her, not really. If anything some of her comrades were more off then she was! Orendi then decided to think about her comrades individually.
First there was Reyna, fearless leader herself! She was a good leader, a respectable one, and for someone like Orendi to admit that was high praise indeed. Varimorphs, epically Orendi, tended not to get along so well with authority, at all. But Reyna was smart, and tough, and knew when to back off, all good traits in a leader. Orendi was quite sure she would be following her for a good while longer.
Second there was Pendels. The guy was a creep, no way around it. He liked to kill people, which weirded Orendi out. That might seem surprising but Orendi liked to HURT people not KILL them, difference! Well the Roa could do what he wanted; it was not Orendi’s problem. He was still creepy though.
Third there was Whiskey Foxtrot, oh Whiskey Foxtrot, she could write a book on Whiskey Foxtrot. He was a strange one, but an unashamed one and Orendi liked him for that. He had a proud “screw what the universe thinks” attitude that Orendi enjoyed. She hung around Whiskey a lot, he might not appreciate it but Orendi did not care, he was fun, and fun was good!
Fourth and a half there was Shayne and Aurox. Aurox was a jerk and she did not want to think about him. Shayne of the other was oodles of joy! She seemed less uncomfortable around Orendi then the others. She would joke and laugh, and talk casually with Orendi, and Orendi appreciated that. The girl was young, naïve, headstrong, but nice, nice is good.
Finally there was him, Toby. Orendi had felt…weird after knowing Toby a little bit, she initially did not know why. But after a bit she figured it out, and it had made her angry! How dare he, how DARE he make her feel like this! She was not, ever, supposed to feel like this! Love was not on the menu love was never, NEVER ever on the menu! She demanded her meal taken back! She wanted a refund!
But love was not like a meal at a restaurant, she could not order it taken away. She was smitten, smitten with the little Aviant. She loved his determination, his profanity, his rage, and the destruction he caused. It all made him so very dreamy, and cute! Orendi had no real experience with “love”, and it scared her. How funny, something as pedestrian as love scaring big bad crazy Orendi, but it did!
She had no real idea about how to go about “wooing” him, she really didn’t. How ironic: someone who was usually so immoderate held back from being immoderate in love by her own fear. Orendi would laugh if it weren’t so pathetic! It left Orendi feeling embarrassed and wanting to puke, but she would fix that.
She WOULD “woo” Toby, she had to! She was a Varimoprh, she was adaptable and malleable and brave! She could do this, couldn’t she? Well I guess she would just have to play it by ear, she was good at that. Maybe she would write him a note or something, this was doable; it had to be, for Orendi’s sake.
Abyss was a greedy greedy squid, she knew it, her crew knew it, heck everyone who knew her well enough knew it. She really loved the finer things in life: like jewels, gold, and just plain old cold hard cash. She loved the way it all seemed to just have this glow about them, like they shined brighter then the very sun. They were what she wanted, and she would get as much as she was able to.
It was often said that greed was a path to ruin and that it would lead to nothing good. Abyss disagreed with that; her greed had lead to a lot of good, for her. Okay maybe that was just splitting hairs but what did people expect, she was a pirate not a philosopher! Besides who could argue with her when her sword was at their throat anyway?
Abyss had learned from an early age that there were only two things in life you really needed: a lot of money and the ability to get it and keep your hold it. Her mother had taught her that the day she sold out her father for thirty gold pieces, it was how she justified herself to her crying little daughter. Abyss had been upset at the time, but now she understood, she understood very well indeed. Anyone who was foolish enough to put that degree of trust in someone else deserved his or her inevitable fate.
So Abyss always made sure not to trust, not to depend on anyone, to be self-reliant, and she likes to think she has been successful at that. Some might call her a hypocrite about that, citing her “agreement” with Doctor Eggman as evidence, but she would disagree. Her working for Eggman was a mere alliance of convenience, one she would betray if a better offer came her way, the Doctor knew and excepted that as a cost of doing business. Besides she was a pirate anyway what were people expecting from her, honor?
If pressed Abyss might say she respected Doctor Eggman, not liked, respected. He was intelligent, cunning, ruthless, and very ambitious. Abyss was ambitious herself but no one could really compare with Eggman when it came to ambition, he won in that race. But he was still her boss, and a respectable one at that, so she did not often speak ill of the man, speak ill of one of the few people whose greed could match her own.
It had come back to greed again, her greed, it always seemed to. She had heard the word “greedy” thrown at her as both an insult and a jest by multiple different people; it seemed to be a lot of people’s favorite word to use to describe her. Well, she didn’t care what they thought, what anyone thought, she was Abyss: feared pirate of the Southern Oceans, what did she care? Money was good; money would not insult you or betray you, and money was something you could always count on in the end.
People who denounced her as greedy never really got it. Greed, for lack of a better term, is good, greed is right, greed works, and everyone should understand that. So let them call her greedy, she was more feared then them and richer then them, what did she even care? Sure she stole and killed quite a bit, but no ones perfect, right? Alive or dead, rich or poor, strong or weak, powerful or powerless, these are what mattered, and they were concrete. Morality, Abyss would laugh at that, what good was morality when you had a sword running through you?
No, Abyss had no delusions about morality; it was useless in the grand scheme of things, something that weaklings used to justify why they were weak. Abyss had no use for it, no use for any of it; give her gold any day over morality. Besides morality was not shiny nor did it have a good exchange rate, so why bother with it? Money made the world go around after all, who would deny that? So give her money over morals, she was a pirate what did they expect?
Abyss took a minute to look around her personal treasure room. It was filled to the brim with gold and jewels and cold hard cash, just the way she liked it. But it was not enough, oh no not by a long shot. Abyss wanted more, she NEEDED more, and she would get more, no matter WHO stood in her way! What she could not get through bargaining or cleverness she would take by force, she was a pirate after all and that is what pirates ultimately did.
Abyss then strode into her personal treasure room and lay down on a pile of gold coins. It was not especially comfortable by the standards of personal relaxation, but Abyss enjoyed it all the same. It made her feel powerful, rich, and successful, which of course she was but reminders were nice. She lay there for a few minutes, just her, her thoughts, and her valuables. She picked-up a coin and looked at it.
It was valuable of course, everything in her personal treasure room was, but there was something special about it. The coin was not special in-and-of itself, more what it represented was what was special. It was its simplicity, the simplicity of currency, of power, and of greed. This little coin represented Abyss’s personal philosophy in a way: simple and down-to-earth. She had no need for morality, for the transcendental, or for sappy feelings, this is what she needed. What she needed was money to fuel her greed and ambition, and that is what this coin represented, to her at least.
Abyss then got up off the treasure pile, with the coin still in her hand. She should go back to work; she had spent enough time lollygagging. She took one last look at the coin before tossing it back into the pile. She then took one last look at her personal treasure room itself before leaving. “Mine” she said as she closed the door “All mine”.
Star Butterfly, Princess of Mewni, was excited. Not that being excited was a rare occurrence for her, far from it in fact, but right now she was extra super excited. That was the best type of exited you could be you know! In fact she was so excited she was basically bouncing off the walls right now!
“STAR!” a familiar voice hollered “WHY IS THEIR A TRAMPOLINE IN THE LVINGING ROOM”? It was the dulcet tones of one Marco Diaz, Star’s best Earth friend, and he did not look very happy. “Chill out Marco!” Star said as she got off the trampoline and magically got rid of it “I am just hyping myself up for my date tonight”!
After that sentience Marco deflated. “Oh right, I forgot: your girlfriend’s coming over.” “Marco.” Star chided him “You don’t have to be so upset about it. It is just Janna not a serial killer”! Yes it was true after striking up a friendship the relationship between Star and Janna had something altogether more, romantic. Marco just groaned a bit before asking, “So what will you two be getting up to tonight”? Star smiled “I am glad you asked dear Marco! Janna is bringing over a scary movie: Bloodwash Town”!
Marco paled a bit at the name. “Isn’t that an R-rated super gory serial killer movie?” he asked with trepidation. “Yup!” Star responded as if it was the most innocent thing in the world. “Whelp I hate those kinds of movie. I am going out. Enjoy your date!” Marco said quickly and nervously as he made his way to the door. “Don’t worry I will.” Star called after him as he shut the door behind him!
Well with Marco and his parents out all Star had to do was wait for Janna to show up. Thankfully for Star’s attention span she did not have to wait long. “Is this the Cute Princess residence?” the unmistakable voice of Janna called though the door. “Sure is!” Star said as she swung open the door and saw her girlfriend standing there. They gave each other a big hug and Janna was waved in by Star.
Pretty soon the two of them were sitting on the couch with a bucket of popcorn. “So he just walked out?” Janna said with a bit of a laugh. “Yeah! You would think with all the weird things he has seen since he started hanging out with me he could take a little old scary movie.” Star replied. They both laughed at that and began to watch the movie.
About halfway though the flick Star had to admit something. Despite all the crazy adventures she had been on: this movie still scared her! As things became worse and gorier in the movie Star began to flinch and squeak in fear. Finally it culminated that during one jump-scare Star out-right shirked and impulsively latched onto Janna!
Janna for her part liked this turn of events and wrapped one arm around Star in a comforting way. As the movie got even scarier Star stopped watching all together and just buried her head into Janna’s chest, to Janna’s even greater delight! However all good things must come to an end so when the movie was over, so was the semi-cuddling.
“Doing okay Princess?” Janna asked Star who nodded her head yes. “You were right Janna that was a scary movie!” Star said with fake enthusiasm. Janna picked up on it and said with genuine remorse “Look if it was too much I’m sorry”. “No no it was fine! It was just… a bit scarier then I thought it would be.” Star said with a blush.
Star was embarrassed by how she had acted during the movie; she was a butt-kicking magical princess for crying out loud! She should NOT be scared of a silly horror movie! Janna seemed to pick-up on Star’s feelings of embarrassment and held out her arms. “Want to cuddle?” Janna asked in a very simple manner. Star just nodded her head and went into the hug. Pretty soon both of them were curled up into each on the Diaz’s couch. As Janna closed her eyes to relax better she thought, as she enjoyed the feeling of Star nuzzled up against her once more, “Who says fear can’t bring people together”?