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maimie new single 『supernova』10/30発売決定！

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1. supernova 作詞・作曲: maimie　編曲: 園田健太郎

2. 結び目 作詞・作曲: maimie　編曲: 園田健太郎

3. supernova -without maimie-

4. 結び目 -without maimie-

[the-journey-home]

First Contact

Jelena settled back into the starship from the cold of space that she couldn't feel. She stared blankly at her surroundings for a few moments, the knowledge in the back of her mind that if she abandoned her shadow form immediately she would shake uncontrollably. 

She realized how odd they all must look--herself especially. She reluctantly shifted back to her normal form, but left her force field and mental shielding in place. She wasn't sure with whom they'd decided to tag along.

Fugitives of some type. "Harbingers."  Whatever. They'd fought the Profound. She looked around for the turquoise humanoids--no, that wasn't right. There were surely more of...whatever they were than humans out here. She was the alien. The alien with weird abilities. I'm Stitch, she thought absently. She caught sight of the magenta haired one, took a steadying breathe, and went over to...her, she presumed. As a guest, she needed to at least introduce herself. 

"Hello," she said, keeping her arms at her sides lest a handshake be misinterpreted. "My name is Jelena Grey, from Earth. May I ask who you are?" Where the fuck did Tirta get this ship and what happened to ours? Maimie thought to herself as she was rummaging through the area that passed for a tiny kitchenette of sorts. It was a counter top with some shelves that had barely anything in it. Ah, she retrieved a cup of rehydrate noodles. Just pull the top and tah-dah, hot crappy noodles. She was always hungry after an adrenaline rush intensity that could have killed her. Well, hungry for food and sex, but sex was not on the menu. At least these crappy noodles were like the rations they had back... She pushed the memory away. 

She sipped the liquid that passed for gratlesh flavor and began to appraise the place. It was smallish, but not as small as their Deniz ship. I am going to throttle him, she thought. At least it flew, though. That was good. And it was in one piece. She debated on actually finding out how he got this ship and whether she really wanted to know the story or not. Her mind, then, moved to the two new acquaintances she had made at the noodle table. She frowned. Had they gotten out? They had very little allies in this world and she had a feeling those two would be good ones. 

She was chewing a bite of noodles when one of the blue-pink-quay colored creatures they picked up off the station came up to her. It was small. Looked squishy. But she had seen this one using some strange powers to help them escape. She wasn't sure what she had been thinking when she called for them to get on the ship if they wanted to get out, but here they were. Maimie silently appraised the creature for a moment. "I am called Maimie," she answered. "What are you?" "Maimie," she repeated. No surname--or impossible to pronounce name--or maybe that was all the alien chose to give. 

"I'm--all of us--we're humans," Jelena said, disappointed at how simple it sounded and how odd it was to have to explain. "Where are you from? What do you call yourselves?" She sounded like a child. Or worse, a tourist. Maimie lifted a brow at the creature. It even smelled different. She watched the colors of it's skin shift slightly and wondered what it meant. She had no idea what a 'human' was. The follow up question felt more difficult to answer than it should be. She was from Thanh, but Thanh was gone. "I am Qing. Tirta is Kaimana," she answered. She realized, then, that they would be sharing food with these humans and there was very little as it was. What did humans even eat? Hopefully not noodles. 

"What planet do humans populate?" she asked before slurping up another bite. Jelena glanced at the floor for a moment. "Earth. It...doesn't appear to exist anymore." There was just empty space, not even debris...which...she decided to worry about that rabbit hole later. 

"My team and I ended up in some kind of stasis after a battle on Rykros. The mining ship we came to the station on, they picked us up only...about 36 hours ago." She blinked. "Do you use that time unit?" Maimie had never heard of Earth, but it didn't apparently matter. It was gone, as was Thanh. "Seems we have that in common," she replied flatly and sipped some broth. 

Her brows narrowed a bit at the naming of Rykros. Wasn't it a forbidden planet? A battle on a forbidden planet. Just what shlek did we pick up? she wondered. Were these humans going to be more trouble than they were worth? The bizarre moment on the station where she felt the emotions and thoughts of someone else, Guinan, made her realize that he would be after all of them. Wouldn't it be better to send these humans off... somewhere... and divide his considerable forces? Ehhhh... She was undecided.

"Yes," she answered, with regarding measuring time. Thankfully, translators took care of most of the language barrier. So these humans were in a battle not too long ago either. They had more in common than she was comfortable with. And they had abilities. "Do all of your humans have extraordinary abilities?" 

Perhaps it was good to know in case they broke the ship. "No. Sloane and Mr. Stark don't. Some do naturally, but we we...came about ours in different ways." Science experiment. Imbued. Death. 

She looked around, moron how much smaller this vessel was compared to the mining freighter. "What sort of work do you do?" she asked cautiously. Maimie assumed the creature was naming two other humans, but she had no idea which ones they were. No matter. That would come about soon enough. She didn't answer immediately, but a near predatory smirk crossed her lips. It was the closest expression of something other than fierce anger she had expressed. "Whatever work comes our way." 

Given she was undecided if they wanted to ditch these humans somewhere, she figured she ought to find out if there was any use. And if they needed amenities such as food and whatnot. 

"Do humans have sexual identifiers and if so, what is yours?" She was tired of referring to the thing as an it. "Uh, yes. Typically male and female, but if people can identify how they feel. I'm female," she said. It felt odd to explain, and she also felt awkward not having a better explanation. Schuyler had teased her for being largely apolitical and, well, largely uninformed about these types of matters.Schuyler wasn't here to tease her anymore. She felt sick. 

"I worked with breaking codes and ciphers. I can also heal. Mr. Stark is an engineer. Sloane and Alex are musicians. Joshua...erm, doesn't work." "Oh, I'm sorry...how should I address you?" Maimie nodded, satisfied with that answer. "Maimie is fine," she answered, smirking a little again. "But I am female," she added. It sounded like an engineer would be useful. The healing along with coding would be useful as well. Musicians and a non-worker? Perhaps not. She was doing her best not to be irritated by it. Her adrenaline was wearing off, and leaving her thinking clearer. 

"Do you know why the Fayzhor were sent after you? Did the Consortium destroy your planet?" This human said she had been on a mining ship and had been picked up 36 hours ago. She and Tirta had been on Aydron for a few weeks, not nearly a month. Perhaps the Fayzhor had tracked these humans to the station and hadn't been aware of hers and Tirta's presence until then? She considered these things as she awaited an answer. "Are Fayzhors the more heavily armed ones? I have no idea. We've been in stasis for five years to...well, a long time. I have no idea where we are, and no one has ever heard of our species or planet or solar system. Rykros seems to be the only link." She paused. "We lost many people there. One of our team members...exploded. Have there been any reports of spikes in nuclear energy on Rykros? Maybe we could get a more accurate date that way."

"When did the Consortium form? Who runs it?" she asked, shifting gears. "Yes," she answered regarding the Fayzhor. "All I know of Rykros is it's a forbidden planet by the Consortium. They have great intergalactic influence," she shrugged and had another bite of her noddles. "The director is one called Guinan and that is the extent of my knowledge concerning intergalactic politics." She was very matter-of-fact in her reply. "All that matters is the Consortium aims to destroy you and that is a problem." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Or it seemed they do. Whatever your business was on Rykros is probably what made you targets." She was guessing. A forbidden planet. Weird aliens on said forbidden planet. A battle. Sounded like it would garner Consortium interest. 

She mentally sighed. She and Tirta knew next to nothing outside their own worlds on Thanh. Now they had a band of children-like creatures on their ship. They were going to have to keep their heads down after that exit on the station and they needed supplies. Her irritation was starting to return. She and Tirta were helpless and pathetic as it was, much less have any ability to be responsible for more. 

She then remembered the object she had touched on Aydron before someone hit her over the head. She wondered what happened to it and needed to speak to Tirta, least of all to find out what happened and how he had gotten this ship and from whom. She scratched the scar on the shaved side of her head, and then winced in annoyance when she irritated the new wound there. "It could simply be that we're an unknown." She didn't think SHIELD would assume differently, though they would be quieter about it. 

"Does your ship have a dataport?" She still suspected something about Rykros's odd or it might be responsible for their predicament. 

"Is finding work wherever you can why the Fayzhor are pursuing you?" she asked, her voice free of judgement. She shrugged when asked if there was a dataport on the ship. "Tirta somehow got this ship. I'm unfamiliar with it." "No," Maimie answered after exhaling slowly through her nose. "It's unclear to me why they are after us." Jelena decided not to press if the ship had anything to do with why the turquoise individuals were being pursued. 

"Is there...anything we should avoid doing around you? I don't want to be rude, but I don't know what is considered proper out here." It took a moment for Maimie to realize what the human female was asking her. In her days before the war, etiquette was something to master. Now, at this moment, she could barely remember any of it. However, she was not going to let this gem get by her. "My people have intricate rules of etiquette with titles that I believe the translators would butcher horribly and you humans appear to lack to the proper blush response colorings. I will be satisfied with general decorum," she replied seriously, squaring her shoulders. Then she narrowed her eyes. 

"The Kaimana, however..." She drew in a breath. "Are beasts," she said flatly with a touch of haughtiness. She was drawing on her people's own arrogance that helped spark the civil war in the first place. "The Qing are a superior evolution. The Kaimana went down a darker path, devolving to debauchery and bloodshed. Tirta is a runt of the litter, probably an unfortunate result of multiple pairings," she shook her head. "It makes Tirta dangerous. The Kaimana eat anything, sentient beings or not, and their sexual proclivities know no bounds." She frowned. "I, unfortunately, have the pleasure of keeping the creature in check, but if Tirta wishes to mate with you or your fellow humans because you are new and squishy, or to engage in the ritual ofcafuné, it would be best to not displease."

She finished up her noodles and crushed the cup in her hand. "It would be best if you inform the rest of your herd." Jelena titled her head, recalling watching Stat Trek with her father. She felt like Kirk confronted with the black and white aliens. She decided that prejudice--and stereotypes--must be a universal problem. And she couldn't quite shake the echo of Magneto and his Brotherhood's position on evolution in her words. "Well, where I come from, people get permission before--" her nose wrinkled a bit at the term "--mating with someone. Alex and Sloane are paired up. I just lost my partner..." She didn't say girlfriend. She had somehow largely insulated herself from that brand of prejudice at home, but who knew what value judgements the Qing would make. She felt sick again. "...though I would say that Mr. Stark has varied tastes." Her eyes were sharp as she met Maimie's, the tiniest hint of knowing in her smile. 

"What is cafuné?" Maimie replied without any hesitation. "Best translated as a post-coital ritual... that particularly makes me want to vomit," she replied. Maybe this one was rather smart. She set aside all the unnecessary social detail given to her, as she already was annoyed with feelings of similarity in situation with the humans. Jelena nodded. "Understood. If Tirta is disciplined enough to pilot effectively, I'm sure there won't be any problems. Besides, as you've been trusted with his supervision, then I know there won't be any lapse in your duties." 

It was a risk to muddy the compliment this way, but Jelena wanted to be clear that she should be treated as an adult, however ignorant of their new reality she and her teammates were. It would be better for both groups' survival of everyone was up to speed. Maimie smirked, "I've killed for less." If the other humans were like this one, they were going to be a shlek for laughs, weren't they? Getting by on Aydron required a level of moral compromise that Maimie had unnervingly been okay with. She chalked it up to the war and... everything else. She considered saying something more, but decided to refrain. She needed to find Tirta to discuss just what happened to the other ship. Ugh. She returned to business. "I don't think this ship is very large. I have to appraise it and discuss with Tirta. We may need to make sleeping arraignments in shifts. It will be a few days travel at least to a station, if we have shaken the Consortium. We need supplies and we have little credit. Make yourselves useful and we all will get along just fine." 

It probably meant they needed a group discussion and she mentally groaned at the aspect, but they may as well figure each other out now that they were on the same ship together for who knew how long. "As have many. Perhaps that's what makes you good at your line of work." "If the Consortium is as large and powerful as everyone keeps saying, then it's safe to assume they will continue their pursuit through official as well as less savory channels. Can this ship cloak? Alex and I can work together to, if not...though we've never tried over such a large space before." Maimie stared at her a moment. "This is not the ship we arrived on. I do not know the extent of it's capabilities." She shivered. Now that her adrenaline had subsided and she had satisfied her hunger, she realized how cold it was on the ship. She missed natural light terribly. 

"No doubt we are wanted criminals now, I'm sure the Consortium will do all it can to kill us." 

"Best to check in with Tirta, then?" Jelena asked, surprised that cloaking wouldn't be standard on ships, as even SHIELD had such technology. "Can we look for the sleeping quarters?" She held her hands up, knowing how lazy that sounded without context. "I need to meditate to see if I can get any information about how we ended up in this predicament." She hoped the Qing didn't have a magic taboo. "Yes, as I said," she replied coolly, shivering again. Tirta needed to turn up the heat. "By all means," she added with a gesture for the human to find a place to meditate. She came off more irritated than she intended. 

With a nod, she turned to go find her counterpart. "TIRTA!!" she called as she headed toward the cockpit.

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Returner of the Beginning’s Colors: Nyanyannya x Kagamine Rin and Len

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So, today in London there was the press screening :) Luca, Maimie, Alexandra and Ryan were there (and obviously Jessica too!). These are the first official tweets. Season 3 is closer and closer to been aired on BBC, be ready!