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Theft in London, Sol on her Own

The air outside was crisp and cold, but Aidan felt none of it.    Her body constantly ran at a higher temperature than the rest of humanity.  It was a slight perk in exchange for carrying around the energy of a sun with her all the time.  Giving off the extra heat also allowed her to remain invisible on all spiritual planes and to any high energy seekers.  She was sensed only when she wanted to be sensed.  Today she did.  She didn't care if she was found in London, as she never actually planned on living there – she was not a fan of England's weather patterns.  She also needed the object she was staring at to sense her presence.

The museum tour guide had described it as an ancient Egyptian sun disc.  Aidan had wanted to correct him – it was a sun disc, but it definitely was not Egyptian.  To be technical, the sun disc was thousands of years older than the Egyptian civilization.  The disc – in reality a remnant of the Solarian Empire – was hundreds of millennia old.

The disc was actually the broken off pommel of the Sword of Sol.  Aidan had been searching for the disc for a couple hundred years now.  She just had to rob the Royal Museum of London to finally attain it.  She hoped the rest of the sword wouldn't require committing a royal felony in order to obtain.   It would have been a lot easier if the curator had just accepted her generous offer to buy the disc as a private collector.

"Oh well," she sighed.  "It does belong to me."

The museum was dark when Sailor Sol returned.  It was hard to move around without setting the alarms off, but avoiding the guards was easy.  She reached the display the pommel sat in.  The case looked like regular glass.

"Flare," she murmured, pressing her hands to the glass.  The heat was more than enough to melt the glass, but the pommel also started to glow and pulsate heat.  In a matter of seconds, the glass was a melted puddle on the pedestal.  No alarms had gone off because technically the glass had not been broken.  Sol grabbed the pommel and left.

She left the museum and ran as fast as she could away from it.  She entered the upscale London hotel she prefered as Aidan Sunday, wealthy businesswoman.  She grabbed her bag from her room and checked out while the girl at the desk called her a cab.  It was a short trip to the airport, and she was on her way back to North America.

A smiling blonde Welsh stewardess escorted her to her first class window seat.  She wished she could have stayed in Europe longer, but she was loathe to leave Zephyrus and especially Mene by themselves for long.  At least her cell phone hadn't buzzed at all during her short trip – a good sign.  Aidan asked for a pillow and a blanket, and being in first class she was brought a real down pillow and a blanket that had been on a warmer, not that flat cushion and thin sheet the suckers in coach got.  With any luck, she would sleep all the way back to Canada.

When Aidan was woken up by her pretty Welsh stewardess asking if she would like breakfast, she looked out the window to see what she assumed was the Atlantic coast.  Aidan ordered some hot oatmeal, and was content to watch the landscape when the middle aged man next to her spoke.

"What's such a pretty young lady like you doing flying first class all by herself?"

That's when the whirlwind trip and the last few months of stress and frustration finally caught up to Aidan.

"Look you creepy old fucker, I am a lot older than I look.  Although it's a good thing women like me look young as shit, so we can catch you creepy bastards before you get a hold of a real minor.  As for my first class status?  Well, I worked my way here, unlike you.  You have probably been riding Daddy's coat tails since you were a fucking teenager, haven't you?  Now shut the fuck up, eat your fucking jumbo breakfast, and left me eat the fuck in peace."

The man looked shocked, but the brunette who wheeled out Aidan's order was giggling.  Aidan recognized the stewardess, who often took her breaks talking with Aidan on her flights to the U.K.

"Here is your breakfast Miss Sunday," the stewardess said cheerily.  "If this man is bothering you, we can downgrade him to a seat in coach.  This is just a company seat anyway."

Aidan looked out the window, seeing the rocky wilderness of Newfoundland and Labrador down below.

"That's alright Nicole," Aidan replied sweetly.  "I think he's learned his lesson."  A few of the other passengers glanced over in her direction, and Aidan flashed everyone a smile.  The rest of her flight went by in peace.

One transfer and a short local flight later, Aidan was home.  She had almost gotten in trouble in Toronto customs, but luckily she got away claiming the pommel was a Celtic souvenir.

When she stepped into the airport general, even her jetlagged sense picked up on the giant mass of chaotic energy.  "Ugh."

The blonde checking clerk didn't even see it coming.  Garnet moved fast, grabbing the girl around her neck and pinning her to the wall before anyone could react.  Aidan ducked behind a kiosk, dropped her bag, and pulled out her Sol broach.

"Golden Solar Power, Make-UP!"

Garnet was just about to grab the girl's starseed when the solar blast hit him in the side of the head.  He dropped the girl in surprise.

"You know, you have a lot of nerve," Sol said, strolling across the terminal, her hands glowing with solar fire.

Garnet snarled.  "How do you do that?!"

"What?" Sol asked, still advancing.

"Hide your energy."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"  Sol smiled at the villain's frusteration.

"Gah!  Well at least now I can collect a much more powerful starseed."

Sol snickered.  "I doubt it."

Garnet moved to attack, but Sol was quicker.

"SOLAR FLARE!"

Sol had to remind herself that she was indoors and there were people around.  She was careful to aim her solar arc directly at Garnet.  However, coward he was, Garnet shimmered and disappeared.

Sol sighed. "What a waste."

Description
Theft in London, Sol on her Own

The air outside was crisp and cold, but Aidan felt none of it.    Her body constantly ran at a higher temperature than the rest of humanity.  It was a slight perk in exchange for carrying around the energy of a sun with her all the time.  Giving off the extra heat also allowed her to remain invisible on all spiritual planes and to any high energy seekers.  She was sensed only when she wanted to be sensed.  Today she did.  She didn't care if she was found in London, as she never actually planned on living there – she was not a fan of England's weather patterns.  She also needed the object she was staring at to sense her presence.

The museum tour guide had described it as an ancient Egyptian sun disc.  Aidan had wanted to correct him – it was a sun disc, but it definitely was not Egyptian.  To be technical, the sun disc was thousands of years older than the Egyptian civilization.  The disc – in reality a remnant of the Solarian Empire – was hundreds of millennia old.

The disc was actually the broken off pommel of the Sword of Sol.  Aidan had been searching for the disc for a couple hundred years now.  She just had to rob the Royal Museum of London to finally attain it.  She hoped the rest of the sword wouldn't require committing a royal felony in order to obtain.   It would have been a lot easier if the curator had just accepted her generous offer to buy the disc as a private collector.

"Oh well," she sighed.  "It does belong to me."

The museum was dark when Sailor Sol returned.  It was hard to move around without setting the alarms off, but avoiding the guards was easy.  She reached the display the pommel sat in.  The case looked like regular glass.

"Flare," she murmured, pressing her hands to the glass.  The heat was more than enough to melt the glass, but the pommel also started to glow and pulsate heat.  In a matter of seconds, the glass was a melted puddle on the pedestal.  No alarms had gone off because technically the glass had not been broken.  Sol grabbed the pommel and left.

She left the museum and ran as fast as she could away from it.  She entered the upscale London hotel she prefered as Aidan Sunday, wealthy businesswoman.  She grabbed her bag from her room and checked out while the girl at the desk called her a cab.  It was a short trip to the airport, and she was on her way back to North America.

A smiling blonde Welsh stewardess escorted her to her first class window seat.  She wished she could have stayed in Europe longer, but she was loathe to leave Zephyrus and especially Mene by themselves for long.  At least her cell phone hadn't buzzed at all during her short trip – a good sign.  Aidan asked for a pillow and a blanket, and being in first class she was brought a real down pillow and a blanket that had been on a warmer, not that flat cushion and thin sheet the suckers in coach got.  With any luck, she would sleep all the way back to Canada.

When Aidan was woken up by her pretty Welsh stewardess asking if she would like breakfast, she looked out the window to see what she assumed was the Atlantic coast.  Aidan ordered some hot oatmeal, and was content to watch the landscape when the middle aged man next to her spoke.

"What's such a pretty young lady like you doing flying first class all by herself?"

That's when the whirlwind trip and the last few months of stress and frustration finally caught up to Aidan.

"Look you creepy old fucker, I am a lot older than I look.  Although it's a good thing women like me look young as shit, so we can catch you creepy bastards before you get a hold of a real minor.  As for my first class status?  Well, I worked my way here, unlike you.  You have probably been riding Daddy's coat tails since you were a fucking teenager, haven't you?  Now shut the fuck up, eat your fucking jumbo breakfast, and left me eat the fuck in peace."

The man looked shocked, but the brunette who wheeled out Aidan's order was giggling.  Aidan recognized the stewardess, who often took her breaks talking with Aidan on her flights to the U.K.

"Here is your breakfast Miss Sunday," the stewardess said cheerily.  "If this man is bothering you, we can downgrade him to a seat in coach.  This is just a company seat anyway."

Aidan looked out the window, seeing the rocky wilderness of Newfoundland and Labrador down below.

"That's alright Nicole," Aidan replied sweetly.  "I think he's learned his lesson."  A few of the other passengers glanced over in her direction, and Aidan flashed everyone a smile.  The rest of her flight went by in peace.

One transfer and a short local flight later, Aidan was home.  She had almost gotten in trouble in Toronto customs, but luckily she got away claiming the pommel was a Celtic souvenir.

When she stepped into the airport general, even her jetlagged sense picked up on the giant mass of chaotic energy.  "Ugh."

The blonde checking clerk didn't even see it coming.  Garnet moved fast, grabbing the girl around her neck and pinning her to the wall before anyone could react.  Aidan ducked behind a kiosk, dropped her bag, and pulled out her Sol broach.

"Golden Solar Power, Make-UP!"

Garnet was just about to grab the girl's starseed when the solar blast hit him in the side of the head.  He dropped the girl in surprise.

"You know, you have a lot of nerve," Sol said, strolling across the terminal, her hands glowing with solar fire.

Garnet snarled.  "How do you do that?!"

"What?" Sol asked, still advancing.

"Hide your energy."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"  Sol smiled at the villain's frusteration.

"Gah!  Well at least now I can collect a much more powerful starseed."

Sol snickered.  "I doubt it."

Garnet moved to attack, but Sol was quicker.

"SOLAR FLARE!"

Sol had to remind herself that she was indoors and there were people around.  She was careful to aim her solar arc directly at Garnet.  However, coward he was, Garnet shimmered and disappeared.

Sol sighed. "What a waste."