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Spectrobes: Origins - Menahat's off-screen scenes and other things #1

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NOTES: Here's the first entry of this fanfic, looking at the point of views from every main character that appears on Menahat, except from Rallen & Jeena. I thought this would be interesting. A lot of the ideas I had are written in script-form, so I've tried to convert it into third-person (probably my most challenging writing style). To be honest, I'm not sure if this should all be in third-person, or if I should change between different writing styles to fit certain parts of the narrative better (i.e. third-person, first-person diary/journal entries, script form, etc.). Guess I'll think about it.

Chapter 1

PTCHOOO…

        CRAAAASH!!!

                        Cough..! Cough!

                                        “Ow…”

Neal laid strapped to a broken chair. Everywhere he could feel, there pulsed aches and stings, and for minutes he refused to move in fear that the pain would get worse. The impact must’ve been so strong that he swore he was seeing stars. For a moment, he was even afraid he’d lost his legs since he could hardly feel them. Thankfully, they were both still attached to his body, and thankfully the pain didn’t hurt any more than it did in checking so.

Power down, windshield shattered, cold coffee over the cockpit floor… The whole thing was a mess – maybe even a disaster (which it was, but Neal would argue otherwise). A moment ago, he was just another human being who decided to take a visit to planet Menahat. Then, he was plummeting down from the sky. To most life forms nearby, he was never noticed, but to the very few that did, he was a peculiar shooting star. For Neal, however, it was another day. And so, he decided it was time to get up.

Anyone who saw Neal for the first time wouldn’t think he’d be very strong, and they’d be right. But here, after only a few hard kicks, he managed to push away the heavy pieces of what was once his little spaceship. He stumbled on his way out, and then with him, he dragged along his giant backpack tumbling down. 

                        THUD!

                    Compared to the crash, this was nothing.                Neal just stood up and dusted himself off.

Wiping his goggles, he observed the wreckage. There were obviously the large heaps of metal that was Neal’s ship, but aside from that, an assortment of smaller scraps scattered nearby across the rocky floor. He then saw, from where the ship’s engine should be, fogs of white smoke floating to the sky. Having stared at the broken vehicle for long enough, he also caught sight of, even if only for a second, some bolts of energy dancing on its surface. Neal winced. How in the world was he going to make up for all that damage? But there was nothing he could afford to do at the moment, so he shook his head and shrugged the whole accident off. Later then, he thought.

Now that he had landed on Menahat, Neal’s next move was for the Great Desert. An empty, barren wasteland which, in his research, he learnt held a magnificent secret… At least, that was according to the legends he read and what he alone was able to decipher from ancient texts. It was a quest based on a hunch and a quest set in an enormous, merciless desert, but this being the nature of his many, many self-assigned missions, none of that scared him. Instead, there was another kind of danger – the gluttonous kind that lurked at any time, any place. Neal didn’t keep up with the news often, but he knew about the resurgence of frequent Krawl swarms appearing across the Kaio system. If he encountered even one Krawl alone, the chances of him seeing the next day would reduce to near zero. Neal was unfortunately never a good fighter, often surrendering easily to anyone or anything that was looking for trouble, so it was important that he made an effort to pay attention and tread on carefully (as much as he struggled to). He supposed the best he could rely on was his luck. Luck was all he could afford.

Looking at Neal’s paper maps, surely the Great Desert was somewhere not too far away. Good news was that it wasn’t — at least region-wise — because if Neal had a motor, the drive there would be roughly ten to fifteen minutes. On foot, however, the journey would take him at least an hour-thirty. He huffed out a disappointed sigh. How else was he supposed to get there?  Oh well, he thought. If the Great Desert was only possible to reach by walking alone, then he would have to do so with vigour. 

NOTES: How does Neal even travel from planet to planet, anyway? I know this doesn't really fit the aesthetics of the game, but I can't help but imagine something like the Sky Runner from EarthBound.

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MENAHAT 🎀🎩💖💖

Hermoso arte de mí y mi marido Black hat hecho por //gabuh_(Instagram)

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Yo y mi amado viendo la noche estrellada

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Yo y mi esposo~ 🎀🎩

Lo amo, lo adoro, no dejo de pensar en él a cada segundo, él es mi vida entera y es todo mío 🥰❤️

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After a day's work

Summary: Beht actually kind of likes Menahat

If all day you spend your time hunting for treasure, baking in the heat, the first thing you'll want once it's all over is something cool and relaxing. Second's definitely a, say, "paycheck" worth the week's torment. I won't mind if it's shot down with multiple deductions; anything will do, at this point. I swear, before all these darn exhibitions you could say I was pretty thin. Now that we've been working under Dyrus for some time, I feel as if I've been exercising constantly and I seem to have gained some muscle. Heh heh, wish I could just gaze at myself in the mirror the whole day -- it makes all the trouble seem worth it! Unfortunately our boss is a tough geezer to impress, so even with all that hard work, it'll take us at least a week to earn enough money to treat ourselves. Perhaps when that time comes, we could hit the big city. Eat out for some real meals -- things like steak, pizza, or ramen... Right now, all we can afford are some bland boil-in-bags and a single giant bottle of booze. However, I'll say that -- while it sounds a little pathetic compared to my hopes -- I find the simpler foods and drinks to be enough for a treat. Really! In fact, that's what's going to accompany my brothers and I this very evening.

Since our work for the day is finally over, Zig, Gorrik and I have been given the freedom to spend the evening however we please. Today we've actually managed to look past the pain of our day's labour, so I’m driving us over to the Great Desert once again. You see, that place -- or anywhere on Menahat to say the least -- is difficult for anyone to like. This doesn't come as a surprise to anybody. The days here are tedious and scorching hot. The skies are so clear it basically never rains, and when (or if) it does, it'll never be enough. Either that, or raging sandstorms that'll suffocate you in seconds. Hilariously, the nights freeze you half to death, and you'd be lucky to get even a decent amount of sleep. But despite all that, I think Menahat's vast landscapes are nothing but awe-inspiring! And when are they most marvelous? That time is only a few minutes from now, during its dusk hours, and it hits even better since the weather’s just right. 

Those landscapes... Are they full of life? Diverse? Colourful? Not at all. Suppose you could say nearly every other planet’s landscapes are better to look at, but there's just something that draws me to the ones on Menahat... something about the beauty found in a barren cosmic wasteland. Sure, it was once more than that. Sure, all it is now are dirt, dunes and mesas. But if you come to the cliff and look out across, you'll find yourself entranced by an ocean of desert stretching to the horizon. Floating islands laze about, holding so much sand that it spills off the edges. See all those cliffs, peaks, and boulders -- with the right equipment you can make out their details, enough to sketch them right. And if you're really lucky, you might even find giant ruins peeking out from the ground -- now, THAT would sure please Dyrus. But, it'd be a shame if money was the first thing that came to mind if we saw that. I suppose we should let that idea slide and just enjoy the view. We're on our off hours, after all... just sitting down with our boil-in-bags and our cheap drinks to flush it all down. 

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Ramblings in a desert planet

Summary: Zig's least favourite colour is yellow

It's all yellow, dust and death, I'll tell you. Yellow, dust and death as far as the eye can see. You don’t even got to be smart to tell - one brother of mine even said it first himself. “This could be the first time I ever thought to associate any shade of yellow with something so grim... bleak... What was the word again?” he asked. And that word was death. Every day since then, that quote of his would replay in my head at least once. Every day it annoyed me, but at least that gave me something to complain about other than the sand. Stuck with our jobs, the only way the boys and I could escape from this hellish landscape is back at base camp. It was also the only place that contained any sort of life that wasn't the occasional cactus. We believe that camp is, by far, the only place with recorded life on the entire planet, and its population doesn't go any further than the Boss and his men. As refreshing as it may sound, especially when you think about the absence of everything that we'd taken for granted in Doldogo and Wyterra, even the camp doesn't hide from this curse of the colour yellow, too. And for what? Camouflage? Ain't nothing lives on this Godforsaken planet - at least, nothing that can kill us. 

It’s only been  half a year since landing here on Menahat and I’m surprised I hadn’t gotten sick of this place sooner. Maybe it was Beht’s strange fascination with the place, as lacking as it is. Maybe it was Gorrik’s almost manic levels of optimism that kept me going. Or, could it possibly be our special treatment from the Boss? But, even so, I know that one of these days, this planet will drive me right out of my skull to the point of no return. Imagine you’re in my shoes. Imagine everything around you is yellow. You see yellow. You touch yellow. You hear yellow, smell yellow, taste yellow… all that is yellow is happening to you constantly. Eventually, you'll get so sick of seeing any shade of the goddamn colour that, even at the glimpse of sweet, sweet gold, you'll want a pistol right in your mouth! And if the pistol so happens to be of the colour golden yellow, fitted nicely inside of a golden yellow box, and placed real low and easy-to-reach on a golden yellow shelf -- what the hell?! - you may as well just keep going. At least, by living on there’s a chance that the last thing you see won’t be any kind of yellow at all!