PMD: Stargazer Chronicles

Star Studded- Big Bad Wolves

Character: Marciel

Species: Butterfree

Age: 19

Year of character creation: 2016

Story: Zygarde's one true Scion. He manages the World Peace Organization, the sponsor of the Wayfarers and all Guilds. They act as a political layer of defense between countries that would otherwise wage war. They have been aware of Scions since their creation over a century ago, and have aided them across the years. He wields Sacred Treasure Gungnir from his continent of origin, Abuja. Many people guess he's actually much older than he really is.

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"Because of Uxie's passiveness, Acuity ended up with the short stick of land on the Trio Continent. For centuries, we've had to struggle and fight to survive in cold, bare wastelands. That's why we are the most powerful, technologically advanced, and chosen by the Peacekeeper. And now that your destiny has changed, or has always been different than what you thought, you, Galahad, are now the apex of Acuitan rage. Two has selected Eighty-eight to lead the charge against the Wayfarers. You are allowed to act at your own discretion."

"Got it."

"I only have one special instruction. You're not allowed to kill Chingyang, Amadeus, Marciel, Gareth, Markus Valor, Jewel Verity, or the traitor."

"Okay," he said.

"There's a variety of reasons. Some personal, some planning ahead. Some are special requests from Adrian. If you can't accomplish your mission with all of these limits, I'll understand. Whatever you do, don't kill them."

"Got it."

"Head to the surface. I sent the coordinates to your new pegasi wings."

"New?"

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The Wayfarers remained in Zulu for another day. Flareon Light had nothing to do other than eat sugar and prepare for the future. He did some exercise for a while, but his body couldn't keep up for long. He'd ended up more tired out after the jungle than he realized.

He decided to power-up another way, in a manner of speaking

He could use Candor to sort through his memories and bring out what he wanted, which would be incredible, if he had anything worth remembering. He read through e-books on battle strategies in the arena, but they didn't have anything for jetpacks. He didn't even need to actually read. He let his eyes glaze over the page and make sure he at least saw every word for later.

Once he exhausted a few of those, he moved on to miscellaneous subjects: how to bake sweets, how to use Fire Blast, and-

Holy shit a red dot.

Light shut off his phone screen and turned upright on a bed. The red dot dashed along its surface, on the edge of falling off to the rock floor. A low growl rumbled in his throat. He pounced.

The dot darted away. He pounced again. Another miss.

"Mrrrr..."

Light flicked his tail. He wiggled his hips and leapt on the floor.

He caught it. He turned his paws around.

The red dot didn't show anywhere. He saw it again on the floor, taunting him.

He extended his claws.

"Mraaaaow!"

Light slammed his paw on it; a miss. He stalked close to it to get a better chance.