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_{[Well, she's not a girl of fourteen anymore. She's a young woman of twenty-four and she's still just as good of a pilot as she ever was. Probably better. She still learns fast. She still can pull of maneuvers - in her X-Wing or in her Eva - that'll make your head spin.

But she's aged. She's changed. She's mellowed, if that's possible. She's not as loudly arrogant or condescending. She still has her moments, of course, but she isn't the insufferable brat she used to be either; no, her arrogance is quieter now. She still thinks she's the best (and she might actually deserve the title by now), but it's the playful swagger of a crack pilot, at ease with herself and her position. It's not the insecurities of a teenager anymore.

She still has issues, of course. She doesn't let many people get close to her, if at all. She still hates dolls. She still has problems talking to people about what bothers her or what her problems are. She still harbors insecurities.

But she's better. She's definitely better.

Asuka's grown into a tall young woman, willow, slender and in the best shape of her life, probably. She still runs and exercises as regularly as she can and her continued study of hand-to-hand combat means she's no slouch in a brawl. Her hair she keeps long, like she always does.

She's made lieutenant, finally. On the track to become captain, if she keeps it up.

Time rolls by.]}

Edited 2011-05-13 18:11 (UTC)

Ten years. Ten years in the godforsaken silence. None of his species. None of his daughters. None of his friends. Nothing of the society, the cause he's supposed to be fighting for.
Dozens of ways and plans for contacting or waking them have come and gone.

He still tends his flocks; they're larger now, and he's got a lot of people working with him.

He makes the young ladies more ice cream and tries not to go mad.

[Feldt has grown up even more, she's still got pink hair, but she's cut it short. She's gone from knowing how to just work on the Celestial Being Gundams to several different types of fighters. She still lets no one near the CB Gundams and somehow she's taken over another small ship for them to use.

They've become an even more secretive group. They hardly ever interact with any of the other groups on the ship and only if they have to. They plan on doing what they can to keep up the goals of Celestial Being, even though the world that they know is long gone.

She's also spending more and more time with one Setsuna F. Seiei. Three guesses as to why and the first two don't count.]

[Its because she's helping him design and build a new Gundam! Duh!

Also, they're dating.]

[She loves you, Setsuna.]

[At 26 years old, the younger Peter was, when compared to his older counterpart, still the skinnier of the two. The fact that he still relied on his agility in battle over his considerable strength had likely attributed to that. He still worked in Science and for the Daily Planet.

And, while not content with the crew's lot, Peter was still relatively happy. The ring on his finger attested to that, as did his daughter, brown haired with alien green eyes, who was running somewhere around the ship.]

[Not all of Kang's family had woken up, but he wasn't alone anymore. One of his daughters, Kali, had woken up around ten years ago; it had been a bit of a shock, since she'd been nabbed from ten years after him, but they'd adjusted to it. And, two years later, Fonrar had woken up. He still missed his other children, including the second clutch that he hadn't even gotten to meet back on Krynn, but having two members of his family around gave him more hope that they were all alive in the pods somewhere.

And, his mate was gravid again. Stacy had okayed children a few years back.

He still had a seat on the Council, and took care of the tavern, and he didn't look any different beyond a few new scars. And, that was where he was that night, relaxing in a chair with some ale.]

"Hiya Mr. Kangaroo" Yes, it was May Parker, using that infernal nickname her father, the younger of the two Peter's, had given him along the way.

Kang quirked an eyebrow ridge, though he was amused. He wasn't fond of nicknames, but he tended to let them slide a bit when children used them on him. "What have I told you about calling me that, May?"

Hey, Kangy.

_{[Karis was still a zombie. Still.

But she's not bitter, oh no.

Not at all.

Fuck this, there's a reason she avoided breathers at home.]}

_{[Karis is, of course, still a zombie. She hasn't aged all that much, just by looking at her. A few bits here and there are gone, but she's still Karis. Still kicking, still lurking around the ship, occasionally badmouthing people and still being an unholy terror when she gets the chance.

She trusts the crew more. Thinks of them as allies, a few of them even as friends.

But she's bitter. Very bitter. She gets to watch them all age and moveo n with their lives and from her point of view, she's stuck in the same damn place. Not that she ever really lets on to that, of course.

She still hates it.]}

She had been practicing. A few arrows would need repair after the abuse they had taken. Though there might be more high tech weapons and she had learned to use them, there was something simple and soothing about the weight of the bow in her hand and the pull of the string as she adjusted her entire body to make certian the arrow flew true. After all, once they returned home, it was unlikely that they would be able to bring any of Stacy's toys home with them. It was better to stay in touch with her training.

"Papa? Mama?" Ah, Mama must still be out. Papa looked relaxed for once. She hung her bow, letting it settle on the hooks made for that purpose and unfastened her quiver to join it. "How was your day, Papa?"

"That I can do it whenever I want?" Sorry Kang, Mayday was DEFINITELY her father's daughter.

"Karis!" Kang smiled. Luckily for both of them, Fonrar hadn't gotten upset about the fake marriage thing, and would sometimes mess with them about it. "Haven't seen you around the past few days."

[He loves her too, even though he doesn't often say so. He does show it in a lot of little ways. Right now, though, he's here to meet her for their date.]

Feldt Grace.

[Old habits die hard. But he is happy to see her.]

"Oh, you know how it is. PLanting bombs all over the city. Kicking the crap out of some poddies. You know, the usual stuff," Karis shrugged.

She was probably joking. Probably.

"A bit boring, actually. What about you, Kali?" Kang patted the seat next to him. It still surprised him sometimes to see her all grown up, and he could easily see bits of himself and Fonrar in her. Bits of her aunts, too, if he looked really closely.

"I think your father said that, not me," Kang shook his head and leaned down to pick her up, setting her on his leg. "He's teaching you bad things."

Kang had gotten used to Karis's humor, and just shook his head, "Terrorizing people with Ter'lethas, basically?"

"Practice. The last fight left me feeling unfocused." She settled next to him, wings arranging themselves in a way that would likely leave the wingless stunned, but was second nature to her. "But it was relaxing. I broke three arrows, I will need to fix them soon. Where is Mama? Out looking through supplies again?"

"How is it bad? Daddy says that he gives the funny names to people he likes."

[By this time, Setsuna and the rest Celestial Being existed more as outlaws, then as crew members. They did what they felt was right, even if that meant they had to opposed and fight the crew, even to the death. Eradicating war, and ensuring that one side of a war emerged victorious, weren't the same thing. So while he did have some friends (well, associates and allies), he also made his fair share of enemies on the ship over the years.]

"Unfocused? If you're not the best archer on this ship, you're damn close. I haven't seen you miss your mark in at least a year," Kang laughed. "I think so. She said she might be late showing up tonight."

"Sometimes they don't like it, though," Kang pointed out.

"Pikaaa" Pikachu poked at the Chancellor's leg, asking if he was okay. The electric lagomorph hadn't really changed much in ten years, and was still as perceptive as ever.