Heroes of Dreamland Rewritten, Book 1: Stars Amidst Lightning

Chapter 31

Magolor|マホロア

Do you ever get this really strong sense of déjà vu, like everything you're experiencing right now is something you've already been through sometime before? 'Cause, like, I dunno why, but that is exactly what I'm feeling right now, even though I know that's impossible, since as far as I know I've never had to stop my ship right in the middle of space just 'cause there's an unbelievably huge ball of electricity right in front of it.

Groaning as I wait and hope for it to move, I hit my head repeatedly against the control panel of my be-yoo-tee-full ship, the Lor Starcutter. Normally she's a nice, friendly ship— at least to me— but ever since I made some... highly-unfortunate choices awhile back, she's been a bit... fussy at me. Fussy to the extent of not letting me use her inter-dimensional portal drive to travel places quicker. Fussy to the extent of refusing to let me leave this quadrant of the Galaxy until I've satisfied her that I've patched things up with Kirby and his... ally-friend-people. I mean, come on. I built the hero-kid an amusement park. An actual, honest-to-Nova amusement park. What more does she want from me? I mean, sure, the Citrus Constellation quadrant is a lovely place, but seeing as how I'm not exactly welcome on the main star-planet and the other smaller planets all seem to be full of nothing but dopey, wandering hordes of monsters, I'd really like to be able to vamoose elsewhere.

Oh, I guess I should probably introduce myself. The name's Magolor, Captain Magolor if you wanna be formal, just Magolor if you'd rather not. I'm a member of a species known as Halcandrans, which are essentially the same thing as SWs— Star Warriors, if you'd rather— just even more... uh, limbless. Basically, we're puffballs without feet, and with gloves that aren't attached to our bodies. We emit electromagnetic pulses that allow us to use the gloves like hands, and to float above the ground a small ways so we can get around simply by willing ourselves in any given direction.

Myself, I'm of the the race of Halcandrans known as the 'Usagi Tribe' or 'Rabbit Tribe,' which basically translates to my having two large, somewhat pointed, rather long ears sticking out of the top of my head. They're really my most notable feature, given that Halcandrans all wear hoods that cover most of our bodies, leaving nothing but my yellow eyes (turned glowing golden by the hood, which is equipped with a caped scarf that can be used as an air filter— if you saw my home world, you'd understand) and some dark brown around them visible. Since I'm of the clan of Lor, my cloak and cape are patterned with blue, white, and bright yellow, with a splash of purple in the middle for individuality, and since I was born in the town of Clockcogs, the hood also features yellow gear-like designs. The caped scarf that covers my mouth is white with a blue stripe and a silver-colored metal buckle to keep it fastened to my hood securely, and my mitten-like gloves are a buttery yellowish-whitish color (they used to be more off-white, but they've faded some with age).

As for my ship, like I said, it's absitively be-yoo-tee-full. It's a light-blue ship with an almost-circuitry-like pattern that covers practically the entire hull, with three light-blue oars sticking out of the bow-ward port and starboard sides. The bow of the ship is a blue crest, with lighter blue stars decorating it all over, and a large glowing star in the center. There's a large and powerful engine on either side of the back, more of a gray color, with a pure-white wing on either side just above it, each emblazoned with a golden star in its center. On top of the ship towards the stern sits the inter-dimensional core, the only functioning one in the Galaxy, which looks like a room on top of the ship, but is filled with what looks through the portholes like a swirling galaxy. On top of the core is the mast, featuring the ship's emblem, which is instantly recognized all around the Galaxy: an orange cross with a blue galaxy printed on it, with a bright almost-silvery-blue star in the very center. The band that stretches across the hull from the stern to the bow is colored with a couple of different shades of blue, and ends in a small, tight curlicue on either end. All-in-all, the Lor's the most beautiful ship in the Galaxy, and also the most valuable, given her possession of the only functioning inter-dimensional core known to the Galaxy.