Avalon

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Worthy

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He was still capable of many things. One of those happened to be flying a ship. He's been a pilot of Enterprise series cruiser for several years while parallel taking missions of the smaller crafters and some Raptors.

The job has been easy enough and with that intensive training Noel once received there was no place for wonder. A guy could keep himself in sky so he did.

Noel had a friend. More like a brother. They'd once been inseparable. To this day the man had no direct answer to the ancient question if what exactly had happened that brought them apart.

Besides that'd been long ago.

Noel "Narcho" Alisson had been Lieutenant Commander for a while now. Not that he lacked anything to back up his title. Contrary, he had loads of base.

But there was one tiny mystery he avoided ever talk about unless it was Nate. Because only he deserved to know at least the fact itself.

They'd originated from planet Earth. They both happened to meet while some kind of weird camp relieved an orphan center from two worthy of nightmares. They ended up sharing roughly a decade until all the secrets and monsters one day took a hefty spill, and what at first seemed to look like a military training facility, slash campus for tough orphans, literally came apart at the seams, and what supposedly were just a bunch of kids ended up being a very different kind of facility hiding the kids.

It had been a freaking disaster for all sides involved and nothing good could ever came out unless the barely teens sneaked someplace far away and few accidentally woke up elsewhere.

It just meant to happen that the disaster duo just went to a ride further away than they could ever expect in their lives. And they were barely twelve and fourteen. Or at least what they were told to believe.

All Noel cared about was that Nate was a bit younger and that they were brothers in his book. Family. That was it. For both of them. So following several years they spent to become bestest thieving company ever and at least at that point no regrets followed.

Well, being honest, Noel still believed it was why he was so good at what he did and not thanks to his military training. And not because of pity because he had injury that changed things.

He preferred earning his medals in fair game not due to somebody being soft.

And so after magical space travel, as it seemed to be after they landed some time later and went out to inspect, they simply made themselves a new life. Crafted out some skills out of what they honed before and just adjusted to the new situation. Simple as that.

However they didn't obviously need any extra knowledge, it seemed, nor did they felt less snarky.

Noel had this knowledge of things without even trying and after couple awkward scribbles on paper he automatically knew how to write. Also reading just happened seamlessly.

For some strange reason they both had about millennia of guesses they knew how to do everything and it kept happening automatically without thinking. Like robots.

It felt creepy for about round five seconds before turning just that. None had ever dared to ask anyone why they were this way and quite frankly Noel still couldn't care less. After all the needed paperwork followed and eventually they even ended up into proper database without trying too hard.

What he did try to never think about ever again was .. Samara.

Who she was they never debated if they ever had this discussion. She was absolute magic and half their age above. She was very fair and loyal. She knew all and could do skill. None their group mates were like that. Only the older ones.