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ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss

🚀—“Jｏｉｎ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｅｓｔｅｒｄａｙ'ｓ ｆｏｅ ｔｏ ｓｍａｓｈ ｆａｔｅ,

                                                    💫 — ａｎｄ ｇｒａｂ ｔｏｍｏｒｒｏｗ'ｓ ｐａｔｈ

                                                                             ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｈａｎｄｓ!”  

  Time had made the Earth beautiful; more beautiful than he had ever known it to be. Perhaps closer to its older beauty - in times before the Spiral Wars, the Beastman regime. Centuries before, when the nurturing soil had more than death planted beneath, strewn across its regions - before; closer to now. Now, it was that peace reigned across the world; flowers cradled its continents in a softer, fragrant embrace. Time, the gentle hand of an enigmatic man who watched over it, and also, by a dream held long ago by a most precious, compassionate individual. Viral indulged in the soothing sensation of a warm breeze against his skin; a feeling so absent in the perpetual stillness of space-travel. 

   He had returned to Earth, only briefly, like always. The Galactic Spiral Peace Summit had carried forth, met success, and was well into a restful phase of maintenance. Better minds than his were more adept at processing the subtleties of negotiation and regulation. But he loved his mission as a goodwill ambassador; and he loved his station as captain of the Chouginga Daigurren.  

  That vessel was a bridge for him, as much as it was a bridge to the races and worlds who would find refuge in all that it represented. Once, his creator and king had possessed it. And later, his first human comrade commanded its helm, as well. Now, he did. The weight of its venerated flag was constant upon his back, and within his heart. ‘Simon the Digger’ was not the only one serving an eternal promise.  

   Viral had come back to Earth for two reasons: the first, he had reports to issue directly to the President. And, it was the anniversary of a fated union, long since passed, and ever mourned. Ensconced within the Beastman’s heavy forearm was a small bouquet of wildflowers encircling an arrangement of blush-pink blooms, not unlike camellias. And not unlike camellias, they harbored a simple sentiment, “I miss you.”  

  Time had passed. And immortal, he was prepared for that. ...wasn’t he?

   After all, this was not a reality so far from that of a thousand realities he would likely face. He would have to get used to it, he mused... standing before lovingly adorned memorials, dreamlike in their serenity - representing a place once occupied by some irreplaceable, unforgettable existence.

  The Beastman nestled the arrangement among so many others, their subtle affinity nearly lost among the sea of blossoms and subtle illumination.   

   ❝Nia.❞

   He said her name from time to time, speaking to her idly, to note the little things she might have liked.... and to keep the sound familiar on his tongue. At just the surface of his immortal life, there were already names that drifted strangely in the air when spoken, as if by syllable, the sound understood that there would be no one to answer.

  ❝This year, as well, we will be watching over the peace that your hands built.

                   This year as well...❞

                        "We will miss your smile.”

   His first memory of her - two or three lifetimes ago, for them. She was just a child then, a diminutive human, unlike any he had seen. Hair spilling in every direction, it moved with her down a hallway; weightless, dreamlike. He had been a youngling, then, himself - but, created for war, he was growing much faster than she. Scarcely even a cadet, he’d caught a glimpse of Nia by accident, by chance. Feline eyes caught by mistake, on the soft, flower-like gaze of Lordgenome’s youngest. At the time, Viral did not have a comprehension of the concept of “kindness.”   It was only later,  he realized that was the warmth that overtook him in those silent seconds. He simply knew that he had been transfixed, easily stilled, by the reflective colors that stained her eyes.

                                                  “This is the daughter of my King.”

                                               “This is the Princess of we Beastmen.”

    And so their destinies remained seemingly bound by that fleeting moment. Even now, Viral wouldn’t concede the time or the distance between them, now. He smiled in recollection, in front of her memorial, and spoke nothing of endings nor partings.

   ❝Don’t you think it’s beginning to resemble you? 

                                               This world that you loved.❞

  Wildflowers sprawled from one end of his vision, to the other. Vibrant shades, muted shades, tall blossoms and lush carpets of velvet hues - the previously barren Earth drank in each memory of her that passed Simon’s rough hand, and offered captivating blooms in return. Viral had watched the quiet conversation between the two, over the elapsing years, and through them, he continued to learn some of the deepest, softest lessons a Human could teach another.

  Suddenly, a low sound pulsed in his ear, and the Beastman touched the communication device that hooked around the taper of his ear to initiate the transmission between himself and those aboard the Chouginga, distantly orbiting the Earth from above, 

  ❝Secure. Go ahead, Bridge.❞

『"ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ. 

  ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪsᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʙᴜ-”』

   ❝It’s fine. We just finished our talk.❞

    He bowed his head towards Nia’s stone grave. It was an unyielding claim that one called “Nia Teppelin” had existed, had lived on that world, and had graced it with gentle strength, and compassion. It was just one testament to the woman who had instilled a unity between the Beastman remnants and the Human victors; one gesture to the woman who fought an impossible battle to overturn the forces opposed to love and life, It represented the peace that reigned in place of tyranny, of grief. The memorial was one testament of endless reverence for Earth’s last little Princess. 

      He was another. 

   ❝I’m about to re-launch back to you.❞

『"ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, sɪʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏғғ ᴏɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴇᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴏᴍᴀʟᴏᴜs ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ. ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʀᴜɴ ᴀ ᴅɪᴀɢɴᴏsᴛɪᴄ sᴡᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴏss-ᴀɴᴀʟʏᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ... ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ғᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ᴀɴᴛɪ-sᴘɪʀᴀʟ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ.

 ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴇ."』

    The Beastman’s sharpened gaze trained to the side, towards the shocking report at his ear. A pale brow arched in alarm. ‘Anti-Spiral’?’ He wanted to doubt at the possibility, but his data analysis officers were unmatched in the field; they wouldn’t have contacted him if they had harbored even the slightest suspicion that their findings were in error.   

 ❝Understood. Transmit coordinates of the anomaly to my Ganmen and forward ‘investigative response’ to the President. Push through my request that he delay further Earthbound reentries until I either signal for reinforcements, or clear the alert.❞

『”ᴄᴏᴘʏ. ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ. ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ.”』

  Trepidation faded from his mind, as a ferocity to protect that which they had all so painstakingly, ardently, created rose to the potential challenge. His Ganmen, the Enkidurga, was a reconstructed, resized version of the colossal “Tengen Toppa Enki Durga,” the massive Ganmen that he had piloted alongside the other Dai-Gurren Dan members, against the Anti-Spiral, years ago. From within its cockpit, he logged the coordinates of the alarming signal. Within moments, he was on the move.

       It wouldn’t take long for the state-of-the-art Ganmen to reach the site indicated, and Viral would descent to the ground with caution in mind, and fire in his blood.  

   Words, archaic in his memory, but very near his thoughts, “Spiral Nemesis...”

            Could something so utterly ruinous truly come to pass?

                    He scoffed between sharp, unforgiving teeth,

                     "Tch, just who the hell do you think I am?”

 ��                        🐾—ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ,                                     ‘ǝɹǝɥ ǝɹ'noʎ ǝsnɐɔǝb ǝɹǝɥ ɯ'I

                                                   ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɴᴏᴡ!”                                                             “!ʍon ɯǝןboɹd ɐ ʇoƃ ǝʌ'noʎ