For someone who's born a hermit in outer space, Mea defined space with irony. Inside the so-called Immovable, even space hasn't moved her at all. Well, in her personal verdict, the vast existence of cosmic matter is a puff of dust in space, it's horrid. Horrid? Yes, indeed, it's just a vacuum of emptiness.
But every long-lasting boredom needs satisfaction... right? So for a rational mind like Mea, she found a way to cope with it. Therefore, she welcomed all the living with her unique taste of satisfaction, war. Such a work of marvel like The Immovable, war, her favorite tune.
"Boom... boom... boom!"
In the melody of Mea's favorite piece, she sang along the exploding barrels of laser cannons, such an ideal instrument in her orchestra. Not even flinched with tremors in her pirate spaceship, she remains steady on her feet while she conducts her orchestra of explosives. And as her right arm swung in a cycle in guiding the tempo, she queued every accent with her left arm.
On the other side of the fueled battle were the First Mate and his Captain, swaying like ragdolls in each beam that Mea's orchestra fires. And after a series of trial and error to steady their happy feet, the First Mate got to stood after his captain, and the only thing he's clutching on is the captain's stirring wheel.
Mocked from what he's witnessing in Mea's ludicrousness, the Captain moved his eyes away from his monoculars for a moment to tell his First Mate,
"The battle's still dawn, yet this Bilge-Sucking Wuss is too jolly to mock us, aye?"
"Aye!"
His First Mate yelled in response, but by what his tremblings hands can tell, the First Mate knew--
"We're doomed..."
Yet agony is too early to be dealt with, he knew somehow, in someway he PROBABLY, or POSSIBLY win this bout. Accordingly, he grabbed and leaned his mic to his mouth,
"Y'all think it's all over ya damn nimwits! If it wasn't for y'all slow wussies, then we'll be singing our chantey! Now, move! Release the Chase Guns!"
"Aye, aye!"
The ceiling shook as specks of dust showered down the rumbling ground around the control room. While the First Mate awaits for the trump weapon, the captain wheezed in glee,
"Ya sure can yell before me, kid."
The only words that the First Mate needed to pump his adrenaline through his veins.
Advancing in the speed of sound is their ship accelerating aggressively against the immovable noxious. But she won't be the so-called The Immovable if that title is lying about who she is. Because Mea... never flinches in jeopardy.
"Halt!"
The Immovable said when she raised her arm with a clenched fist, thus the cannons ceased their fire instantly in command of their concertmaster.
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Desert Hounds
Adventure"If fear doesn't move you, space also doesn't." For Mea, the so-called Immovable had defined her in two ways, it's either nothing satisfies her, or she's just basically fearless. When it comes to the two, both are prominent, but it all her differs...
