Spectres

Tadashi

"Anyone seen Rosalyn?" I asked, stuffing my head out of my section of the lab. Honey and Gogo shook their heads.
"Maybe she took leave for personal reasons?"
"Honey, Rosalyn stays at Tadashi's like ninety percent of the time." Gogo blew a gum bubble, and broke it just as quickly.
I felt my face redden. That sounded wrong in multiple ways. Rosalyn was a great girl, and I liked her-not in that way. She didn't have a dorm room, so I managed to convince Aunt Cass to let her stay sometimes, much to Hiro's protest. The two of them were like fire and water-literally sometimes, if you counted breaking sewage pipes as water and a lighter as fire. It wasn't like she came to SFIT often, just enough to finish all our projects. Thank goodness for Hiro to bail us out.
"Okay. It's just not like her to go missing for...what is it...the third week?" I was slowly losing track of how long it'd been since Rosalyn's last visit, when it had once been weekly. I knew about her ambassador trouble, but honestly. I'd never heard her bring up a mission that took three weeks to complete. "I'm heading home early. Promised to help Hiro with something."
"Kay." Gogo ripped one of her motorcycle wheels off the contraption, sending a disk of black-rimmed yellow soaring across the lab.
I charged to my motorcycle and sped home, absolutely ignoring every speed limit I exceeded. Maybe Rosalyn had stopped by. Hiro might have been at school or something, but one could always hope.
Ten minutes later, I was ripping my helmet off my head, making for the upper level of the Lucky Cat café. Our rooms. Rosalyn has to be here, I thought. Opening the door, to see my brother in his blue-hooded glory, sitting on his bed and fiddling with a bot, I knew to doubt my desperate hope.
"No Rosalyn?" I asked, even though I was sure there wasn't.
Hiro literally leaped into the air. "Tadashi!" Scrambling to his feet, he tried to stand up, even dropping his bot in the process. "No! Gah! There's this note. Latin and a bunch of symbols." He handed me a navy blue sheet of paper. Printed in white was this:

"Aurebesh?" Hiro stared at me.
"What the heck is that?"
"Rosalyn's homeworld's language! Oh yeah, you don't know. 'Cause she didn't tell you."
"She's a stuck-up Ms. Perfect." Hiro retorted. "Why would I wanna befriend someone like that?"
"And yet you still help us finish projects."
"And why would I let you fail a subject because of her?"
"We should work on this." Hiro picked up his bot and stormed out of our room. I could only pray that Hiro was ranting to Aunt Cass and not going to a bot fight. I guess I was alone.

A final ambassador faces
the dawn of Jedi night,
The seven world's foes unite and strike.
Find Rosalyn Kenobi, daughter of Neptune.
Rosalyn had taught me a little Aurebesh before, and while my Latin was basically trash, I could grasp the gist of the lines. A warning. Cleverly disguised in two languages and the style of a prophecy. Decrypt both, and you found a message, clear as day. Rosalyn's enemies were coming for her. I had to find her now. Don't get me wrong, she was a friend and nothing else (Hiro wasn't the greatest fan of her after all), but she'd trusted me with a story-her story. I just couldn't force myself to be cold hearted enough to read a message specifically telling the reader to find her, before walking away.
Especially when the message was in Aurebesh and Latin. Whoever wrote this clearly knew I was one of the only people who could read both. Well, not fluently, but that was beside the point.
Maybe Ashla. Maybe one of Rosalyn's friends from other dimensions?
Or maybe...just maybe...it was from Rosalyn herself. I heard a guttural roar from a nearby room, followed by the cracking of a plate. "Why can't anything be fine in my life?" My eyes forced themselves to peel away from the paper and look at the door. Through that door was Hiro, insecure and afraid, worried that his only remaining family would be taken away by some girl. My head made my eyes return to the paper. In it, perhaps clues, a crystal-clear message that my best friend was in danger. I could only save one.
Family would have to come first.
I crumpled the paper into a ball, tossing it into a trash can on the way out of my room.
"Hiro?"
"Tadashi?" My brother was a total wreck, and I surveyed the landscape of porcelain shards in the corridor. Grabbing him by the shoulders, I wrapped him in a light hug, my way of telling him I was there, but he could still choose his own path.
"Don't worry, little bro. I'm here."
God, I'd screwed up big time. I'd been trying to protect Rosalyn and look after Hiro at the same time, at the same time losing my priorities. Hiro was my only living family. Rosalyn was just a friend.
She was a friend.
He was a brother.
She could wait.

A/N: This was so short! But I couldn't come up with much to write about for Tadashi, even though his POV was the one I needed to use for the plot. I'm already getting tired of saying this, but please vote, comment and follow for a follow back!
P.S. The prologue is basically the POVs of a few characters from four fandoms of "Spectres." It's almost done. Remember to be patient, and I'll try to post something soon.