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Everything was in chaos. That's all that the young 6 year old silver haired human understood. He was running around the hallway in a panic as people rushed towards the escape pods, crying out for his mother through his many emphatic sobs. He saw her lying on the floor and ran towards her, shaking her trying to get her up. She looked up at him with eyes full of sorrow picking up her staff; it had a white handle, and a golden tip. She didn't say a word; she just shook her head and nodded her head towards the escape pods, where the soldiers were calling for everyone to board. The boy shook his head stubbornly, but a soldier ran up, grabbing the boy by the shoulders, gently leading him away.

"Don't worry sweetie, it'll be ok! You'll see! You've gotta get away now though!" the woman said, brushing off her white robes as another explosion rocked the ship. "After all, I'm the Flying Ace, right?"

The boy struggled against the soldier's secure gentle grip, trying to get back the maternal figure that he'd lived with for as long as he can remember, to no avail. "MAAAMAAA!!" he finally cried out, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. However, she just smiled sadly and shook her head shouting over her shoulder as she ran for the bridge.

"Live strong, Trace! Survive!"

That was the last image Trace saw as the door closed, and the soldier ushered him into the last escape pod, allowing the young boy to escape, just moments before the ship exploded in a dazzling flash of light and color.

--

Years later, Trace's grown up, and was napping in his room in the resort planet of Heldian II. Despite the fact that his guardian was absent, which wasn't that uncommon, seeing as how she was a worker in a public security sector on a planet some hundred light years away, he wasn't the least bit depressed or lonely. One thing he was though was bored out of his mind. Eventually, he stood up and wandered around the hotel, taking in the sights and whatnot. If he wanted to, he could've gone and played some games, but he wasn't really in the mood to play anything, opting instead to just wander around, thinking. Before he could really get into the rhythm though, he heard the telltale sounds of someone teleporting and reflexively reached to the wand that he was carrying on his back, turning around to face the newcomer. He stopped, his hands dropping back down to the pockets of his black pants, facing a blue haired girl wearing what looked like chest armor and bracers, as well as a long white half skirt and a black mini skirt over tights, standing imperiously, as though she thought that she was somehow better then him.

"Trace Kudou Takamichi, I presume?" she stated more then asked, her gaze traveling up and down his body as she examined him in great detail.

His silver hair was shoulder length, his eyes, one gold, the other silver, had a way of always looking like he was daydreaming, even when he was focused on something, and his forest green shirt was loose and somewhat flowing, the long sleeves stopping just short of his knuckles. His 'wand' as he called it, even though it was more like a staff, had a black grip that extended from his right shoulder to the bottom of his left knee, and the tip changed into a long silver half-moon shape.

"Yes that's me..." Trace answered cautiously, not too sure what she wanted from him, although he DID notice that she carried a gun on her back hip.

"Good, i need to talk to you." she dictated courtly, her tone implying that she wouldn't take no for an answer.

Description
Everything was in chaos. That's all that the young 6 year old silver haired human understood. He was running around the hallway in a panic as people rushed towards the escape pods, crying out for his mother through his many emphatic sobs. He saw her lying on the floor and ran towards her, shaking her trying to get her up. She looked up at him with eyes full of sorrow picking up her staff; it had a white handle, and a golden tip. She didn't say a word; she just shook her head and nodded her head towards the escape pods, where the soldiers were calling for everyone to board. The boy shook his head stubbornly, but a soldier ran up, grabbing the boy by the shoulders, gently leading him away.

"Don't worry sweetie, it'll be ok! You'll see! You've gotta get away now though!" the woman said, brushing off her white robes as another explosion rocked the ship. "After all, I'm the Flying Ace, right?"

The boy struggled against the soldier's secure gentle grip, trying to get back the maternal figure that he'd lived with for as long as he can remember, to no avail. "MAAAMAAA!!" he finally cried out, tears flowing freely down his cheeks. However, she just smiled sadly and shook her head shouting over her shoulder as she ran for the bridge.

"Live strong, Trace! Survive!"

That was the last image Trace saw as the door closed, and the soldier ushered him into the last escape pod, allowing the young boy to escape, just moments before the ship exploded in a dazzling flash of light and color.

--

Years later, Trace's grown up, and was napping in his room in the resort planet of Heldian II. Despite the fact that his guardian was absent, which wasn't that uncommon, seeing as how she was a worker in a public security sector on a planet some hundred light years away, he wasn't the least bit depressed or lonely. One thing he was though was bored out of his mind. Eventually, he stood up and wandered around the hotel, taking in the sights and whatnot. If he wanted to, he could've gone and played some games, but he wasn't really in the mood to play anything, opting instead to just wander around, thinking. Before he could really get into the rhythm though, he heard the telltale sounds of someone teleporting and reflexively reached to the wand that he was carrying on his back, turning around to face the newcomer. He stopped, his hands dropping back down to the pockets of his black pants, facing a blue haired girl wearing what looked like chest armor and bracers, as well as a long white half skirt and a black mini skirt over tights, standing imperiously, as though she thought that she was somehow better then him.

"Trace Kudou Takamichi, I presume?" she stated more then asked, her gaze traveling up and down his body as she examined him in great detail.

His silver hair was shoulder length, his eyes, one gold, the other silver, had a way of always looking like he was daydreaming, even when he was focused on something, and his forest green shirt was loose and somewhat flowing, the long sleeves stopping just short of his knuckles. His 'wand' as he called it, even though it was more like a staff, had a black grip that extended from his right shoulder to the bottom of his left knee, and the tip changed into a long silver half-moon shape.

"Yes that's me..." Trace answered cautiously, not too sure what she wanted from him, although he DID notice that she carried a gun on her back hip.

"Good, i need to talk to you." she dictated courtly, her tone implying that she wouldn't take no for an answer.