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Why hadn't they done this before?

Last poddrop would have been much more tolerable parading around pretending to be pirates than just waiting for people to appear and guide them around the ship. Besides, there was a pretty good crew now, of course they wouldn't need a Wunderkind or and Overlord's help to do that all the time! They could introduce themselves in the coms later if they felt like it and leave all this free time that barely anyone used for the sensoriums. It wasn't like anyone they knew would wake up anyway...

As they had planned, they had spent the last hour with Pram outside to keep guard, not knowing what she'd been doing, engaged in a pirate battle. There was a huge ocean spanning as far as the eye could see, with two large pirate boats stuck in the middle, swaying around with each large wave. Both ships had taken damage, and Lash's deck had a few holes on it, but were still standing. Each one had sails with the colors of their occupant's; Lash's was a dark purple, her flag sporting Black Hole's symbol, with a metal figurehead of Flak as her bow. Zetta's sails were in dark red and black, a live buzzsaw as his figurehead, his pirate symbol (pirate and crossbones with flaming hair on top) flew as the highest flag on the ship . Rows of cannons waited below for her word as the Netherworld's hell-penguins struggled to keep up with her crazy demands of firing every few minutes. Sometimes she would violently take a Prinny and shove it into a new cannonball hole that had appeared to stop the water.

Dressed in what could never pass for proper pirate attire, Lash raised her cutlass, as she held on to the nearby rope, pointing her sword at the other ship before lowering it.

"Fire!"

Another row of cannonballs flew into the sky, accompanied with a prinny or two into the water to attack the ship below. Most of it was falling short of her target's ship, but causing large splashes of water to get sent to the other side. Lash was taunting him, really. The Wunderkind had never done a traditional ship battle, but her crew of Prinnies we getting ordered around like no one's business as she probably abused fake pirate words that would make Drake get angry with her.

"Arrr! Don't want t' give up yet? Next time I won't miss and you're ship will sinking into t' ocean! I'll be releasing my secret weapon!"

Terrible abuse.

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They had long since forgo their respective ships and were fighting on a floating log in what appeared to be a game of chicken where the one who slipped would fall into the water. Each had managed to slice off some of the other's clothing with the fast swipes (some of Zetta's looked a lot more deliberate than Lash's). She had been using all of her footwork learned thought the training on the ship, experience and her Ranger training to keep up with Zetta's own as she used her sword with surprising dexterity.

"Yarrr! You'll never take me alive!" She taunted, jumping up from a swipe and back onto the platform trying to make Zetta fall overboard. This was so much fun! It was then that she turned left and...

"HOLD IT!"

The entire scene stopped. Literally. The waves didn't move, the two waring ships in the back had cannonballs and Prinnies still in the air, the fires froze mid-burning and as she dodged the last attack from the Overlord, Lash pointed with an angry finger at her Commanding Officer.

"The hell? Zetta! Are you trying to distract me with having an image of Hawke standing by the seashore?" She looked none pleased about it either. "Good try, but he's at least an inch taller!"

Technically, she was half- right. Lash hadn't calculated that right now, her commander wasn't wearing any boots. They were rather rare on the ship.

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Zetta had conspired to make his cuts as fanservicey as possible, both given and taken, so right now the Overlord had a remarkably bare chest and forearms.

Almost at the same time as Lash pointed at Hawke, Zetta pointed his sword at her, not listening to her as he began his own complaint. "Hey! No summoning your allies, damn it! That's not part of this game!"

It was quiet for a few seconds before Lash realized what Zetta had said.

"Wait what." She looked over at Hawke again her finger still pointed. "But I didn't summon him..."

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Yes, that was Lash up there. Dressed in some kind of ridiculous pirate outfit, but that was definitely Lash. And some other guy. And apparently Lash thought he was part of the simulation?

He continued to stand in the doorway, arms folded and looking more than a little cross.

"Is this how you greet your commander?"

And then Pram came floating in as she finished typing a reply.

"Lash, by the way, your Commanding Officer woke up from the pods." Pram gave the late notice to the girl. She casually looked over at Hawke before looking back at Lash. "And I guess he came looking for you."

Pram, the most useful watch guard.

While part of her really wanted to strangle Pram right now, she was just too dumbstruck at the revelation of her words. Of all the times this had to happen. Fate had to be laughing at her, she was sure of it.

"..."

She stepped off the log and walked over the water towards him, the pirate outfit shifting back into the coat and outfit she wore during her days in Black Hole. Only now with her time on the ship, she was a year older. Would he even notice?

Lash had hoped that her short walk would have given her an idea of what to do or say. In fact it just made it worse, as she bit her lip from busting out calling him names for being so late. Gone from playful fun into something this serious made her more nervous than she had any right to be. She'd never been this frightened before. Hell, facing the Ohm looked downright inviting right now.

So close now, just two more steps and she'd slam right in him.

"Ha-aw..." wow, she couldn't even say his name properly. But then again, this could just be Pram pulling a trick on her.

There was only one way to see if he was Hawke or not. Taking off the comm ring, she indicated for him to do the same, before speaking again. No magical translator to do the job for them.

"Fear no challenge, fear no pain..." The Black Hole motto. She waited for him to finish it, in the language of their homeland, something even Pram or Zetta couldn't copy.

Hawke stayed near the doorway, preferring to have her come to him and waiting patiently as she did so. He still wasn't sure if he was dead or not, if this was all some kind of elaborate trick his mind was playing, if any of this was even real at all. It did not, of course, show on his face, but then again, little ever did.

In any case, she looked different. Older. He wasn't sure what to think.

But Hawke would never show any uncertainty and continued standing tall at the door, looking Lash up and down, taking stock of the situation.

He didn't know what the rings had to do with anything, but he removed his, and finished the motto without hesitation.

"Fear no death."

His voice. He knew the creed and she could understand him, even without her ring. There was no way either Overlord could have known that and tricked her that way.

"I-I thought...," she stammered, unsure how to begin. "There was this...visitation day when they released a lot of people...no one showed up for me...I just thought...it's been so long since I woke up...I was...alone from our world..."

Not my world. Their world. It felt so strange to say that.

"I decided...not to show up for the first time since my own poddrop. How...ironic." she just kept talking, words coming out of her mouth. "I uh..." So many complications that were to come. "...it's nice to see you again...Hawke." She had trouble looking at him, still biting her tongue and she looked at the sand instead, clenching her fists, fumbling with the ring and putting it back on.

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And then she turned to the youngest Overlord. Somehow having her here wasn't quite right.

"Pram. Get out. Now."

Mmm the sense of being a step higher than the opponent. Now she didn't have to keep watch. Much.

"What, not letting me stay to watch your tear-filled, joyful reunion?" Pram gave a scoff before waving it off. "Whatever. I'll be outside if you need me."

Not that the girl would, probably. She stuck her tongue out and left.

The Overlord crossed his arms, still standing (with perfect balance) on that log. He was trying to look badass, and mostly he did, but there was just a hint of pouting at the corner of his blank eyes and the slightly slouch to his posture.

"We were in the middle of something, damn it," he grumbled to himself. A Prinny floated by; he kicked it off into the stratosphere. Still, some part of him kept the Overlord from stomping on over and interfering.

Even if, from his perspective, he'd last seen his inferior officer mere hours ago, it seemed like an eternity. Somehow none of it seemed real.

The pirate costumes weren't really helping.

They'd told him this "Stacy" had released certain crew members--but only for a day--and that Lash had all but given up on ever seeing anyone from their world again. And now he was here but he wasn't even sure if he was supposed to be.

"I should be dead." He didn't quite know what the rings had to do with anything, but he mirrored Lash's movements and slipped it back on anyway. "Am I?"

Hey at least Lash had changed out of hers for now, okay.

"You're not dead," she affirmed, still unsure how to react, although for a minute she did poke at his arm to make sure he was real, despite the fact they were in the sensoriums. "In fact, the reason why you're here is that Stacy saved you. Well...saved all of us. You can ask to see the last minutes before your death if you want. I saw mine a while ago. The idea is that we're supposed to save the multiverse from the Ohm. I'm sure she told you all of that when you woke up. But you're not dead. Trust me. I've seen people die in my time here. Not long ago Superman died saving all of us actually."

She coughed again, scratching the back of her neck.

"I-it is nice to see you tho, Hawke." She looked down. "Oh right. No shoes. No wonder you looked shorter. Not that you aren't tall but..."

Awkward.

"A-anyway...I bet the last hour has been really confusing." Lash looked about as confused as him right now. "I should introduce you to Overlord Zetta." She looked over to were Zetta was standing. "We were, uh, distracting ourselves with pirates...not the fat, stupid kind like Drake, this was much more fun and--" slipping off tangent again. "He's really powerful! Like the type that could squash Sturm and Von Bolt together flat like pancakes if he snapped his fingers! He comes from a Netherworld where he rules everything and it's a pretty cool place, I saw it in the sensoriums, and...that's another long story. I've got a lot of stories to tell you don't I."

Lash began to scratching her neck again, never really having introduced people before. It's not like Black Hole did the whole handshaking thing either. So instead she just stood there wondering what to do next for a few more seconds before speaking.

"Uhhh...I guess Badass Overlord Zetta, Commanding Officer Hawke, Commanding Officer Hawke, Badass Overlord Zetta?"

That's how it went, right?

Zetta, well aware of his cue, stalked over to the two (across the water, which he normally couldn't do, but hey, sensorium). He drew himself up to his full height, hair streaming fire behind him, mana power swirling around his ankles.

"I've heard a lot," he said, with a wide and smug sneer. Look out, Lash, Zetta's bein' a jerk!

~~Pram rolled her eyes from where she stood outside and said, "Show off."~~

"Confusing is an understatement," He replied cooly, tugging absently on his plantsuit. The pulsing clothes were something he was definitely going to have to get used to. Still, it was nice to know he wasn't dead, though Hawke wasn't entirely sure if he could believe it yet. Perhaps, in time. There was a lot he needed to see, and hear about, and ask her, but it could wait a moment.

When Zetta stepped forward, Hawke regarded the man with no small amount of suspicion.

"You must be the Overbook."

He didn't look like a book.

"...You've been listening to Pram, haven't you," Zetta said with just a hint of exasperation. "Yeah, I'm a book at the moment, and I'm still the strongest being in the cosmos, so who gives a crap?"

"She was...gracious enough to give me the information I sought."

'Gracious' was probably putting it a little nicely.

"I assume in the Sensoriums you can take on whatever form you'd like."

It would explain the whole not-a-book-but-actually-a-book thing, anyway.

Yeaaah, Pram didn't do anything 'graciously'. Not that her motivation wasn't perfectly clear here.

"Exactly," Zetta said.

"And how long have you..."

He trailed off, waving a hand between Zetta and Lash, somehow unable to ask how long they'd known each other.

"Who knows around here? Time doesn't make any damn sense," he grumbled. "I mean, it might have been months or a year... probably not that long though. You'll totally lose track after a week or so!"

"Yeah..." Lash parroted in. "Did you get you watch back in your locker? If you did, you might notice it just keeps spinning around and not being useful at all. The bleed messes up all concepts of time."

"Yes." And he was very glad to have his watch, but not very happy to find that it was nonfunctional. "Look."

His watch, man. That was so unfair.

"Anyway. Long enough," Zetta said, cheerfully reaching out to sling an arm around Lash. Maybe just a little possessive there.

Lash's reaction was to casually ~~kick Zetta again~~ give him a confused look as to what he was doing right now that she was reuniting with Hawke. She looked back at her Commander again and gave a tiny shrug as a sort of 'I don't know' or more like 'I'm pretending I don't know.'

"I could show you around the entire ship, if you like."

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