Oh my, another story piece!

Malta enters Xion's room, only to find him and Tia asleep together in the chair. Malta shakes her head and looks at the floor. "Silly little sister." she says, then goes to get Xion awake. She notices the green area on the star system, but what catches her eye is the scroll with the ribbon. "Oh my. This looks...new." Malta grabs the scroll, carefully, and reads the note. "Aww. A spell from a planeswalker." She opens it, and mumbles the first few lines of text.

Xion mumbles something in his sleep. Malta doesn't see this, but Xion sees Malta. "Malta?" Malta breaks her concentration, and looks at Xion.

"Where..." Malta begins, almost studdering, "Where did you get this."

Xion shrugs. "I'm just as confused on who, why, when, and what."

"Well, I can answer 'What' for you." Malta says, with a smile, and rolling it up. She ties the ribbon around it. "Look up the ancient Vieran texts...those might help you a bit." Malta says with a smile. "Oh yes. Also, I think that with Tangent and his Magic Amplifier magic, Even the Pylon incident...I sent a message to the Principal Government-"

"Stop right there. You...what?" Xion says, snapping his head twoards Malta.

"I sent a message to the Pricipal Government about the Anarchist." she says. "And guess what. They said that since it became non-operational over the last twelve years, you can have it back."

"Well." Xion says, getting up. Tia, still asleep in Xion's chair, slips down into the chair. Xion presses a few keys on a wall, and the wall opens to display a magnificent Black and Red suit of armor. "I thought that I had retired this suit for good..." Xion says, staring at the armor. "But I may need it, now that you've mentioned the Anarchist."

Xion removes the Helm from its holder, and puts it on. "It stil fits..." Xion says, somewhat muffled through the helmet. "Let's see if the power still works." He then clips on the body armor, and the eyes begin to glow white. "Targeting systems are ok, life support good, Gravity systems are still operational, Visuals are still good..."

"This doesn't look like the Xion I know..." Malta says, somewhat disturbed.

"Audio sensors still work..." Xion says, then removes the armor. "I know it's not who you know...but that's how I was able to get this place. I cleaned it up, and made it my home. Principal Government didn't want me...Too much of a rebel with my 'Fancy-Pants magick' and ideas. So they waited for a reason to get me...and they did. I was caught selling illegal replicated items on the market, so they removed my licence." Xion points to a black circle on the left side of the body armor. "Used to proudly wear my licence there, untill they removed it."

"Well, I guess that's what happens when you do something illegal." Malta says, apatetically.

"That's what happens when the government doesn't like you." Xion states. "Anyways, I'll just shift up there so I can get to the ship...right?" Malta shakes her head. "Right??"

"No...Diesel went up there and passed himself off as you. They knew who you were under your armor, and couldn't tell the difference between you and him. Diesel's up there now fixing it up." Malta says, then digs in her pocket. "By the way..." She pulls out a chip, about an inch in diameter, and purple on one side.

"Is that..." Malta nods. "I've missed it...did it keep my items?" Malta shrugs.

"I had no way to see..." Malta says, handing it to Xion. Xion carefully implants it into the black circle, making a perfect fit. Xion puts on two gloves from the armor, and the body armor.

"Let's see..." Xion mumbles. Xion produces a multitude of things...A yellow blade on a long stick, a two-sided tan-colored blade, a large rifle with a blue jewel in the top, a red Scythe, then finally a pair of Blue-Green guns. "They didn't remove a thing..." Xion says, smiling. Xion notices Tia starting to move, and Xion puts the armor away.

Tia gets up, and looks at Xion just as the door shut. "Well, somebody's up." Tia says. "What were you and Malta doing?"

"Talking..." Xion says, with a smile. "She was able to get the Anarchist out of lockdown...now we can go to Peep Territory. Diesel's up there working on it now to get it functioning."

"Wonderful...what time is it?" Tia says with a yawn.

"It's almost noon..." Xion says, looking at the computer's clock. Tia looks at him with a smile. "Time for lunch..." Xion helps Tia up out of the chair, and the three walk to the lounge for lunch.