Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Xenosaga. This story is for personal enjoyment.
Warning: This story contains spoilers for Xenosaga III. If you have not played the entire game and you don't want to know what happens, please don't read any further.
Description: This is a sequel, or maybe more like an epilogue story, and it will involve all the characters that I can work into it. The story is told from the perspectives of MOMO and Jr. in alternating chapters. Pairings will include: Shion/Allen, Jr./MOMO, Ziggy/Juli, Miyuki/Togashi, and maybe some others. Please enjoy!

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Proposal

It had been a year since that day.

You were the first friends I had ever made, and looking back on it; I have not made another friend since that time who I love nearly as much as I loved all of you. For while, I pined to be with you. I wished that I had gone with you so badly. But I have too many connections here. A family. I had to wait and trust you to handle everything without me. To keep an unspoken promise. I knew that you would, but...

But then I began to think. People get to the center of a problem faster when they work from two ends, isn't that right? I began to realize that. I began to realize that even though you were far away, I was still supporting you like always.

If I can build it, I can bring them home. That's what I thought.

That's what I understood. I began to work with Scientia on a network which would replace the UMN. I would connect the worlds, even that world you disappeared to. That's the duty that you entrusted to me.

I worked ceaselessly to help create the new network, but there were so many problems. It took me an entire year just to formulate the basic plan for development. That was just the first step, but I had it. A plan. A year after you left, I sat in front of a screen where I had written what I might say if I were to make the argument. I'm not sure if I was able to convince even myself.

The plan was to create a network that could operate the UMN. Since the UMN itself is ever-present, we simply had to build a machine that could use it for travel and the transmission of information. The main problem laid within that concept. People could simply not believe the truth. The story, it was written about in hundreds of books. The universe didn't lack writers at all. They spread false information about the incident, and rendered the facts as fiction. Eternal Recurrence, souls revived temporarily through the UMN; though these things explained so much, people were still unable to believe. I didn't want to make them.

I had proposed the development of a system that would use the Unus Mundus to jump directly to specific coordinates without gates and columns being set up. That was unheard of, but only because Vector-Wilhelm-had wanted it that way. I would have to ask them all to find the answer with themselves. If a gate must be present to jump, then how were the gates placed? Why were no records of the UMN's development kept? The truth was, the columns did not exist as the only method of using the UMN. It was a system Vector developed to control the people who used the UMN, and how they used it. It would have to be taken on faith.

I cheered myself up. I laughed and thought maybe the idea of no transfer fees might grab a few people at least. I thought of Captain Matthews.

But then, even if the plan was a success, there were so many dangers in the process of exploration and reconnecting the universe. We still know the coordinates of every planet on record. We don't know exactly which ones are still inhabited, or if they are even still there, but we know that we can jump to the coordinates. This new UMN jump drive would not ensure a safe course to anyone. Explorers would have to risk their lives for years testing, hoping not to fall into black holes or imaginary pockets left behind in the incident.

This was not just money I was asking for, but lives of people who had almost given up already. We had to earn their trust.

Doctus was the one who first showed me the importance of that. As I sat, not for the first time, in front of that completed plan, wondering how on earth we would make it work, my sensors went off inside my head. Someone stood behind me.

"Oh, Doctus!" I exclaimed, realizing with my observational capabilities who it was very quickly.

She turned off the optic camouflage she had used to sneak into the room, and gave me the same cocky smirk as always. It never bothered me honestly, but I could clearly see why people were so distrusting of her. "Hey there, realian girl," she addressed me.

I wrinkled my nose just a little at the poor joke. "I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"Ha," she laughed. "You should consider it an honor."

I was never sure if that was meant to be a reference to the last realian she'd befriended, or just a typical cocky statement; but I ignored it. Doctus was someone who cared very little about other people's sensitivities, but went right on ahead making bad jokes. This was not to say that she was heartless, but she definitely had her priorities arranged differently from mine. I could understand why.

"People aren't going to trust us if you go around doing things like that," I said, and hoped that approaching her with the problem it caused would persuade her to tone it down, since she wouldn't do it simply for my peace of mind. "...and trust is something that we can't do without, if we're going to start messing with spacial transfers."

"I suppose you are right about that," she replied, humoring me. "But that's precisely why you are going to be our spokesperson. Who wouldn't buy a jump system from an adorable realian like you?"

"Spokesperson?" I stuttered. "What are you talking about?"

"I've decided that you're going to give your proposal publicly in two months," she said, then she placed a hand dominantly on my terminal. "You're going to announce it, and explain it in nice simple words for all the folks at home."

"Me?"

She seemed to arch an eyebrow behind that goggles which covered much of her face. "Is there a problem?"

I grimaced and thought about that in my seat. My hands stopped their work. "I suppose I could, but do you think it will work that way? People don't always trust realians, and I look like a little girl, anyway..."

"What, are you afraid of an audience? Ha! Don't tell me that the savior of the universe is shy in public."

"That's not it at all," I explained. "I have the appearance of a child. Normal people can't comprehend a child designing a replacement network for the UMN. It'll be really obvious that I'm realian."

She stood up very straight and looked at me with disapproval. "So?" she objected. "People have become more relaxed about realians ever since the incident. The realians are the first to help out in a pinch. I don't see what you're so worried about."

"If it was an adult realian, maybe..." My voice drifted off too obviously. I could tell she would either ask me to elaborate or tell me I'm wrong if I didn't, so I continued. "A child who can put together something like this is so inhuman. It's going to... I think it gives people the creeps."

"I think you're just avoiding something else entirely."

"Can't you do it?" I argued. "You don't have to stay hidden, you're not a terrorist anymore!"

She just laughed at me. "You're not going to make it very far with insecurities like that." Then she sighed. "Look, I'm not into pep talks. If you don't want to do it, then it's not going to get done well enough, and the entire thing could flop."

I took a deep breath and realized that she was right. Then something occurred to me. "Miyuki could do it."

"That girl?" Doctus nearly spat. "She wouldn't make it to the podium without falling on her ass."

"That's a mean thing to say, but... it is pretty true," I said, feeling bad for poor Miyuki. "What if... we go together?"

"I guess I can take that compromise," she answered. "But you should do the talking. I bet men from all over the universe would throw themselves into black holes for you if you asked them nicely."

"What? Uh... I don't want to do that..."

Doctus laughed in a loud voice, which came suddenly to me and I backed up a bit. "You've really got a lot to learn," she snickered. "Just get on that podium, and offer to risk your own life for the good of the universe. I guarantee that thousands of volunteers will pop up. A man's honor won't let him see a young girl fight on the front lines before he goes, himself."

"That seems awfully manipulative," I said, uneasy with the entire situation. "I don't want anyone to die."

"People are going to die for this," Doctus said with a tone like ice. "Get used to that."

It was then I understood. I was going to put my life on the line for this. Not only my own life, but countless others. But I continued in faith, absolutely certain that all of us would someday be heroes to the missing worlds.