“Wha- huh? Star? Bunny hop?” He has many, many questions... but the main one happens to be: “Wait! Who are you, exactly? I feel as though introductions are in order after all that. I'm Galaxy Man! And, uh, I just found this thing, honest! The Hop Star, huh..?”

《NC》 “...so THAT'S why my plating was chafing...”

《NC》 “Fume? I suppose swamp gas is a plausibility. But if so, it's worse than normal swamp gas.”

《NC》 “It was muddy. And surprisingly smelly, even for a swamp.”

“...does anybody else know what this thing is? Because I sure don't.”

《NC》 “...she scares me. And her swamp is yucky.”

《NC》 “Oh. Okay! Why are you frenemies with the crazy lady, though? She threatened to scrap me...”

《NC》 “I got reprogrammed by Dr. Wily once. But I remember fighting Rock twice, I think. I'm not sure, everything is like a nebula before Dr. Light fixed me back then.”

《NC》 “No, but we still hang out afterwards.” He's rather innocent, this one.

《NC》 “Yeah, like Rock.” That doesn't explain anything, Galaxy Man-

《NC》 “Oh.” “That just sounds like me and my siblings-” There's a bit more to it than that, but he's not entirely wrong..?

《NC》 “What's a frenemy?” Oh, baby boy...

“Kirby...” The little space boy says the name with disdain, before a little beep could be heard, followed by another salute. “Thank you for the warning, new friend! I'll be sure to keep a lookout for this scoundrel of the stars...”

Galaxy Man balls his hands into fists, more ball-shaped than they already were, shaking one to the cosmos in rage. “What is his name? I have to add you AND him to my registry, so I know what's what out in the universe, not just the solar system!” Oh, no...

He had him hooked as soon as he spun the lie about the Sun and Moon. His childlike wonder clashes with logic for a moment, but then, he remembers he's talking to a clown he met in space. “That's- that IS criminal! How has nobody ever caught him if he's been such an- an intergalactic menace?!”

“Pink creature?” The naïve Robot Master listens intently, fidgeting with one of his antennae. “How, exactly? Was he also a spacefarer?” GASP- “Is he a space CRIMINAL..?”

“Universe? Golly, I wish I could do that! But I have a job to do... an important one, at that! Rockets need me to launch- and that's a fact!” “...I am a little jealous, though. You must meet a lot of interesting people...”

Cue an embarrassingly hi-pitched scream, before turning to the visitor with a few blinks and a salute. “Howdy! I'm just stargazing right now. I missed my chance to parlay with the space station, so I'm more or less marooned unless I want to burn up in the atmosphere!” “I'm Galaxy Man! What” 》

He's currently orbiting the moon. He was actually calculating some trajectories and paths up here, but he missed the space station's last cycle. So he's just stargazing now.

He's currently orbiting the moon. He was actually calculating some trajectories and paths up here, but he missed the space station's last cycle. So he's just stargazing now.

jamcat Anyway, uh, funny spaceman. Peer into the void with him.

jamcat I didn't really want to comment on it because I'm exasperated atp, but honestly I think the bulk of people shifting off back to hellsite bettered everyone's spaces, theirs included. I wish no negativity towards anyone here. I just want to write the fun/silly fictions with friends, dude. </3

“Big brother, you of all people should know the sun and the moon aren't actually all that close to each other. Ergo, why would they ever actually be a couple?” Ah, never change, space-boy. Never change.

“The cutest couple are the Earth and the Moon.”

A chrome toaster is not what the world needs. Not when that toaster could sooner be the next step in space travel. “O- okay! I will! Thank you, Rock! I- I really appreciate it!” The eyes on his screen have turned in to caret symbols, making him look like a smiling calculator. [ ^^ ]

Goodness, no! At least not that Galaxy Man would admit. “Ahah... well, yeah. You could say that. First I woke up in a junkyard, which really freaked me out, and then I flew away and crash landed in a swamp...” “I've had a long day.”

Holy, and here Galaxy Man thought HE could go on forever. He has to wonder which of them could go on longer about their respective interests after this... “Uh- sure! It sounds like you know your stuff! And, I mean, you're Mega Man! What can't you do if you put your mind to it?”

“You got it, big bro! I'll keep practicing, so that I can be like you if I need to be!” D'aw... “But, uh, I should probably see someone about maintenance first... I still feel stiff in the joints, and I'm afraid it might be rust... I'm too young to rust!”

jamcat I'm not exactly 100% right now, but I CAN provide Galaxy Man being a space goober. I imagine him acting a bit younger considering his DLN number, despite his intellect in regards to space travel.

“I think that only wounds me because- you're right! I wasn't myself, and that certainly put a damper on my calculations. I was never meant to fight, you know that! I just so happen to be made of the toughest stuff this side of the solar system- like you!”

“I prefer punctuality! Especially when it comes to data input and-or output. You wouldn't want to be late dodging one of my Black Hole Bombs, would you? Punctuality, big brother!”

“. . . Databanks updated! I've added you to my logs so I don't forget you in the far future, if it ever comes to that. It is nice to meet you, Droitclair!” The droid extends its orb-ish hand, as a gesture of goodwill.

Well, it doesn't look like there's too much wrong with him... But, there is a panel missing from his side, which may have been knocked loose by something. Maybe the young man was onto something?

“Ah. I see...” It sounds... vaguely familiar, actually. He really doesn't like the feeling it gives him, though. “Well, thank you very much for the updated information! I am Galaxy Man, creation of the wonderful Dr. Light! I plan trajectories in the blink of an eye for space travel, you see.”

“Jakob... Elevator?” Oh dear. He's feeling dated again... “Would you please provide me information on this 'Jakob Elevator', if you could? I may require this for my databanks.”

He takes a look up, and shakes his head. “Sub-optimal conditions. Even for potential space transport. It would likely require a docking at a local space-station, followed by refueling and charging, then waiting for the moon to fall into the proper position-” Oh. Oh, my, he's still going...

...he decides this isn't worth it anymore, and chucks a BLACK HOLE BOMB between him and the witch, quickly teleporting away after it activates. Not today, swamp-yard witch! NOT TODAY!

“I don't know either! Last I know, I was flying through the sky to get some weather data for the next launch, and now I'm here... well, after the scrapyard.” “The terrible, terrible scrapyard...” His hands are shaking...

“Engineer... really?” Well... it's not unheard of. Dr. Light himself started pretty young, after all. “I- I am DLN-072, Galaxy Man. My primary function is to assist with maintenance in space, and calculate trajectories for space travel...”

Oh, dear... none of that sounded pleasant. Not at all. “I, uh- apologies! Tampering with me would, uh... mess up some proprietary, super expensive parts! Uh, yeah! You wouldn't want that bill, believe me- I cost way too much to trash!” If bots could sweat-

“Rock... Mega Man... wait! You mean Rock is here, too!?” That seems to get a spark of hope out of the poor space-bot. “P- please! Take me to him! He knows Dr. Light, so he should know what to do! Hopefully...”

jamcat Okay, the night meds are kicking in. I'm gonna disappear for a bit to sleep. I'll continue writing funny spaceman tomorrow~.

“I- I'm in need of maintenance, ma'am. Apologies if this caused any inconvenience!” He hops up out of the mud, revealing a... surprisingly intact chassis, still gleaming as the mud rolled off.

“My circuits are frying just thinking back on it...” He recoils slightly at the offer... but takes the brunet's hand after a moment. “Wh- who are you?”

“!” The UFO-like robot nods excitedly. “P- please! I'm from a place called Light Labs, if that helps. I- if it's still around...” Ah. He seems aware of just how much time has passed...

“WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I-” You're in the swamp now, space-boy.

“Wh- why- who-” The poor thing doesn't even know where it is anymore... it woke up in an unfamiliar time and place, much like the Legendary Reploid before him. “Wh- what do I do now... I function. I don't belong in a scrap heap yet!”

“Woke up there, woke up in a junkyard, scrapyard- SCRAP! SCRAP EVERYWHERE- MY SCRAP, THEIR SCRAP- so much scrap...” If his eyes weren't a solid visor... he'd definitely be crying.

“Nobody- woke up there- woke up surrounded by- by DEBRIS!!! My brethren's debris!”

Well, the aircraft(?) was long gone, merely a multicolor glint in the horizon before disappearing outright. ...but a little piece of scrap metal falls nearby, surprisingly intact. DLN... that might seem familiar, to the right person.