Petit Mama Armand (Chapter 3)

[Mr.Fabulous]

Petit Mama Armand
a tale of Jaden's family history





Chapter 1

... 12 December, 819 A.S.

"Thanks for delivering us safely to Planet Marseille, Ms. Armand," a tourist shakes the hand of the Corsair-exile pilot, Jaden Armand, when he exited his passenger-pod which was off-loaded from the Garanchou freighter, Principe.de.Jade, "We'll be able to handle ourselves from here on. We've got contacts here that have already taken care of all the necessary bookings for our stay."

Jaden sports a crooked smile, "No problema, Señor Pollum. I hope you and the other tourists' stay here will be well-worth the... hassle." The Corsair shivers a bit from completing that statement:



The way to the Gallic systems was, to put it lightly, tough at best: not only did Jaden have to contend with a few Outcast raider-wings during the Tau-borderworlds as a lone freighter (which was already a monumental task in itself), but the moment she stepped into Languedoc she was intercepted by a whole Gallic Navy armada of a couple of battleships, several cruisers and dozens of fighter wings, and was made to explain why a lone "GMG-make" craft had the gall to stare at an invasion-force of prepped-up Gallics straight in the face.

Fortunately for her, one of the tourists was awake alongside her, and he was able to verify that the passengers Jaden was bringing were expected by the local tourism bureau. Long story short, the Principe.de.Jade, and thus Jaden, was allowed access to Gallia.

Then another problem came up: she didn't have any star-charts on the Gallic systems! Conveniently, the tourist who was alongside her also knew the directions to Planet Marseille, so it was a matter of just following orders and enjoying the sights.

Jaden couldn't help but be amazed by how different everything here looked: one fact that kept knawing on her mind was that THE TRADE LANES WERE HORIZONTALLY-ALIGNED, whereis back in Sirius they were vertical! And how massive and intricately-decorative the stations looked! Compared to the utilitarian-emphasis of Sirian orbitals, with their blocky docking bay-designs and drab silos, it's as if the Corsair had stepped into an entirely-different heavenly-paradise of exquisite, masterful artisan beauty. Jaden made a heavy mental note to come back here as a tourist herself.

Even landing on Planet Marseille was unparalleled. The rich, oceanic horizons, peaceful settlements and crisp, Gallic air was unlike any tourist destination she could ever think of! It's no wonder why the tourists she was ferrying were willing to pay a hefty fee to get here! If she ever had the chance to come back, she could picture herself lying down on one of the wonderful resorts in her skimpy, red bikini, just soaking up the smooth sunlight and clean sea breeze while sipping chilled Gallic wine on a tall wine-glass on one hand...

... And David would be there, standing on the shore in front of her with a wine glass of his own, his rippled abs and toned chest covering the bright sunset, creating a psuedo-aura backdrop of heavenly-awesomeness all around that man's entire body like some sort of angel-from-eternity's-heaven.

Then he would slowly approach her, moving with the grace of the ocean breeze, until he would tower above her like a malevolent spirit of might and security, and then he'd reach his gracious hand towards the side of her face, his eyes staring straight into her own soul, with a look that heavily implied, '... I want you, Jaden. I want you, and your scrumptious, succulent body to feed my own dirty, kinky pleasure.' Then he would slowly descend upon her, like a vulture that caught wind of a delicious meal, and then he'd... he'd... uh...

Oh dear! Jaden noticed she was starting to drool from the erotic vision she had accidentally formed in the dark recesses of her mind, and quickly tries to snap herself back to the task at hand. Still, it was a most-unlikely scenario, since David was an ex-LSF who'd probably start questioning Jaden's loyalties to him should he ever find out she went to Gallia by her own free will, let alone come along with her. Oh well, a woman could always dream, right?



"Well, the grand total of 9M credits ought to be worth the hassle you speak of, Ms. Armand.

"Once again, thank you for the trip. Safe travels to you," and with that, the tourist shakes Jaden's hand one last time, then walks off to join his fellow tourists.

Now left alone, Jaden thumbs her chin for a bit, thinking whether or not she should stay here herself for a bit, or head on out immediately and explore the rest of Gallia's amazing sites and wonders. Eventually, she decides to stay. Armed with Credit-chit in hand and giddy demeanor in the other, the Corsair-exile heads for the nearest gift shop for take-home souvenirs...

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"PHEW! I should really come back here sooner!" Jaden was now carrying a tall stack of multicolored boxes on both her arms while walking down the large hallways of one of Marseille's many megamalls, a large, satisfied grin on her face, "Good thing most of the people here also speak a bit Libertonian, else it'd be like interacting to a bunch of unintelligible aliens, hahaha---

"... Huh?" All of a sudden, a certain sound in the far-off distance catches Jaden's attention. Still carrying the boxes, she makes her way towards the sound, trying to see what's up.

As she went further on, she could make out that the sound was coming from this certain electronics-shop that was advertising on its front-window some speaker-models, and as she came closer she could further make out that the sound the speakers were playing was this very strange song number. To any other person, this wouldn't seem so strange, were it not that Jaden was somehow very familiar with it.

"No... imposible." She lowers the boxes on her arms down to the floor as she walks towards the window, listening in a sort of a dazed trance, "I... I know this... this song."

It was a very surreal feeling. She remembered it very well: it was a strange, mysterious lullaby her papito softly sung to her whenever she couldn't sleep from the hunger-pangs she experienced whenever the food shipment on her home settlement back in Planet Crete hadn't arrived as scheduled. She kept asking her papito where he got that song, but he didn't really know himself: all he was told by abuela, who also sung it to him when he was an hijo, was that it was a lullaby passed down the Armand-familia through the centuries. No one really knew what the lyrics meant, but they still kept singing it, thinking it might lead to some old family-secret or something.

... And then from out-of-the-blue, the last line of the Armand-lineage, a Corsair of all people, hears the song from another source... in another Colony entirely-different from Sirius... and it was Gallia, of ALL places!

What did this all mean??? What WERE the origins of the Armand-familia??? The song itself was a deep mystery, but hearing the same song an entire galactic-sector away only further deepened the mystery...

"... Mademoiselle?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" Jaden almost jumped a meter high when a Gallic male suddenly greeted her, "AH?! Ah..."

"Oh... Sirian." He frowns a bit, but quickly smiles again, "Hello Miss, I'm the owner of this fine establishment. Forgive me, but you were looking at my wares as if you saw a ghost! Find anything you dislike about my goods?"

Jaden looks at the man with a blank stare for a few seconds, before she changes to a worried look, "Lo siento, señor, but that song you're playing---"

"Ah? This lovely song? It's titled Petit Papa Noël, a true Gallic-classic. Why do you ask? It's usually played during this time of year. A nice song, don't you think?"

"Ehr..." It's a Gallic-song?! What the hell?! "You mean to say this song is... Gallic?!"

The man raises an eyebrow from her frantic reply, "Uh... yes? Why does this surprise you?"

Jaden's eye twitches. She was about to say something else, but all that came out of her mouth was, "... Nothing." She politely bows before the owner, picks up her boxes, and hurriedly heads back to her ship, tears quickly flowing down the sides of her face.










... The owner just stares on with a bewildered look, wondering if it was something he said to make a potential customer go away.

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