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Polariis
Legacy Name: Polariis

The

Galactic Lasirus
Owner:

Fender_137

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 15th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: December 15th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

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She sighed. Lowering her clipboard she peered over the top of it at her assistant, Siriuus. He was anything but aptly named.

It was nearly eleven twenty six, Eastern Europe Time, with only a couple seconds left to spare. He should have already been on his way to his established coordinates and here he was sitting around "playing" his air guitar. Polariis checked each of the multiple pocket watches (all set to different time zones) and compasses that hung from her waist. If he didn't get hurrying he would be late attending to a star that was supposed to be burning out in exactly three minutes. She cleared her throat and tapped her toes on the floor of the lighthouse Lantern Room they had made their temporary office in.

"Alright, alright! I'm going. Don't get in a huff." Siriuus spread his wings and hovered a few feet above the tower, checking his own compasses and watches, before heading south.

The tiny bat with the clipboard watched the larger male go off on his duties and rewarded herself with an indulgent smile. He should know after years working with her that hers was a tightly run ship. She took her job seriously. Her job being to organize and look after the stars. Her clipboard that she carried at nearly all times was overflowing with times, latitudes and longitudes and ID numbers of stars set to fall, burn out or be born. It was up to her and Siriuus to oversee the construction of new stars and welcome them. It was up to Siriuus to make sure stars burned out on time, and to envelope them in his wings so they burned out safely. Polariis's main duty, however, was to track falling stars. Whenever one fell on schedule she had to watch it all the way down, to make sure it landed in its predetermined location. If not, she had to redirect its course, which, she liked to boast, was not exactly an easy task. It was also her job to catch stars that fell prematurely. Her wings had a number of small tatters and burns from the more difficult ones.

"Not another one for a week," she murmured to herself. Siriuus had a burning at eleven twenty nine, and they had a new star replacing that one the next night, but the next falling star was still seven days away. Polariis grimaced slightly. It was almost as if the heavens were trying to force her to take some time off. She hadn't had a day off work in. . .well, years! She had never wanted one. Still, if she was supposed to be taking a hint, it was probably for a good reason. At least the upside was they wouldn't have to pack up their office for their next temporary settlement for a while. With the stars that needed attention constantly being in different places their workspace needed to be too.

Fidgeting with the trinkets on her desk Polariis waited for Siriuus to return already. She shivered slightly, and started to miss the pleasantly balmy beach they were on before the lighthouse, or even the cliff cave they were in before that. Normally she would be reading during any downtime, but it had been weeks since she had gotten a new book. All the ones on her shelf were frayed to the point of falling apart due to multiple readings. Even her favorite, The Midnight Watch, had not been enough to keep her going past a few pages. She tried to straighten her face out when she heard wing flaps. She'd never admit to being bored or missing him. He was constantly bothering her with his talk of his favorite rock bands, concerts he'd been to, coffee, playing air guitar and occasionally real guitar, reasons why Brewski brand was the best and, oddly enough, his repeated views on the finer points of cloud watching. Instead she pretended to organize her various star and moon shaped objects. He wouldn't question it. She was notoriously tidy.

"Well?" she snapped, reaching for her clipboard.

"On time. Safe. Barely even had to cover it with my wings."

"You're late," she stated, tossing him a sideways glance, "What was the holdup?"

Siriuus stared at her curiously. She couldn't tell if he was insulted or merely bemused. He shrugged.

"I stopped off at this store on my way back. I thought I might find something interesting, and I did," he said simply. It was then that Polariis noticed the sack tied at his waist, lost among the glittering gold and silver instruments. He removed a package from it and laid in on her desk.

"What? What's this?"

"Come on, Boss. Don't think I'd forget your birthday!"

Polariis gave him a confused look before letting her forehead hit her desk. A low groan escaped her.

". . . You forgot your birthday, didn't you?" Siriuus accused, "I guess I worked too hard to convince the higher ups that you needed a break then. They would've given you one the second they heard about this!"

"Yes, my stupidity knows no bounds. Laugh to your heart's content at the irony that among my massive amounts of notes and schedules there wasn't one clue that it was my own birthday. Hardy har har."

"To my heart's content, eh? I suppose I'll be over there in that corner, thoroughly enjoying myself for oh, say, three to four hours?" Siriuus ducked the (thankfully) plush moon that went whizzing by his head and hurried over to his own desk, cackling.

Polariis stuck her tongue out at his retreating form before huffily returning her attention to the plain brown package in front of her. Not bothering to hesitate she ripped the paper away and turned the item over. Edgar Allan Poe's name graced the cover in fine gold writing. The book was heavy, and bigger than most of her others by far. She delicately opened the cover to the table of contents.

'This must be his entire collection of works. The contents go on for several pages by themselves!'

She tried to hold back the smile forming on her face but failed quickly. While it was part of their relationship to be constantly annoyed by each other, there was no denying that the gift was sweet, and one of her favorites she had ever received.

He may be a pain in the ass, but she couldn't help but appreciate the lazy jerk.

***

Polariis is a tiny black bat with golden eyes and peculiar, star-like white markings covering her. If stared at long enough, the stars on her body appear to shift and move. Hardly a foot long, and only 2 to 3 pounds at the most, she's a formidable force for being so small. A hardened business woman, she takes her job seriously and regards it above all else. She carries multiple compasses and watches around her waist, and has several more around her desk.

For how busy she always seems she's read quite the number of books. Almost all of them were read more than once, too. No one knows when she ever had the time to finish any of them as she is nearly always seen working. When she is not working, she's seen reprimanding her assistant Siriuus for sitting around on his butt. Despite what some may think they have a rather healthy co-worker/co-worker relationship, and are actually close friends. Polariis has never displayed any romantic feelings towards him, or anyone else (she would admit to).

She collects star shaped objects and the occasional moon. Every time her office must be relocated she grumbles about having to move all of her decorations and collections, but refuses to leave any at home or behind and so must deal with the work. Siriuus has noted that every office she has had, despite having the same star and moon trinkets everywhere, has been decorated differently. She has a permanent home in Melbourne, Australia but hardly uses it. Even during her downtime she'd rather be out doing something than sitting at home. She still keeps it meticulously clean.

Her favorite color is gold. Her favorite book is anything by James Patterson, followed by "The Midnight Watch". She doesn't listen to much music aside from what Siriuus plays, but she secretly thinks he's really good. She likes most music that's likely to be played in clubs, and will occasionally go out drinking with Siriuus. She has a weakness for pudding and will hide a few cups in her desk drawers.

Her no-nonsense, hard working, tough personality at work gives way to a fidgety, almost shy one when she's out in public. She finds it hard to sit still for too long, and prefers others to start conversation.