Disclaimer: I don't feel I have to write a disclaimer for every part.

Author's Note: Well, it would not be an Earthbound sequel without Pokey. I included him in this 
chapter's activites. Also I forgot one thing last time. Text in these {} are notes from me.


				The Forgotten Past Part 2: Descendants
	
	Pokey was flying through space in an updated version of his Spider Mech. It had taken him
this long to make his armor space worthy and now it was time to put it to the test. One day, he
would come back for his revenge on Ness, but now was not the time. 
	Between the orbits of Neptune and Pluto, Pokey spotted a gigantic spaceship. "Aliens 
exist! What a discovery!"
	One of the aliens appeared on the comm screen. It looked female and had a human face, 
except for the fact that its skin was teal. Its hair was a muted purple, pulled back and so un-
kept that it looked like something out of an anime.
	"I am Ganiana, second in command of this vessel. Who are you and what are you doing 
here?" The voice sounded female as well and her mouth didn't move right for what she was saying.
Pokey was glad he'd installed a translator.
	"I am Pokey of planet Earth..."
	"Earth!" she interrupted, her voice dripping with discust. "How dare you show your face
to the Giygans after what you've done!" A large weapon ten times the size of the Spider Mech 
materialized on the front of the ship.
	"Giygans? Like Giygas? Wait a minute! What's going on here? What have I done to you?"
	"You know of Giygas?"
	"Yeah. I was his right-hand man."
	"Pawn, you mean. Giygas is our oldest and best warrior. He would never stoop to allying
himself with someone of a lower race such as humans."
	Naturally, Pokey was angered by the remark. "Was, you mean! He was defeated by four 
children."
	"The children, they used Psi?" There was no change in her expression or tone.
	"Most of them."
	"Then they used our own weapon against us. Psi was stolen from us by a human."
	"Hmm," thought Pokey. "Who would have ever suspected? All of Ness's power came from his 
enemy." Out loud, he replied, "Well, I don't use Psi. Not all of us humans are the enemy, you 
know." 
	"I don't know about you quite yet. You helped someone who wanted to control your planet 
and destroy its inhabitants and the reason you don't use Psi is because it requires, among other 
things, a strong mind to control it."
	The remark stung, but she was pointing the giant gun at him. "Why don't you just
destroy the humans who use Psi?"
	"When it was taken, the person who took it, didn't have a strong enough mind to control
it all and some escaped. Psi will always be in the planet's atmosphere, so its sentient inhabit-
ants need to be destroyed."
	"That's taking it a bit far, don't you think? Why don't you just destroy the human that 
stole it?"
	"He's already dead."
	"Okay, well, what about his descendants?" Her stern visage changed slightly and Pokey 
his breath as he waited for her reply.
					***
	Ness stood on the doorstep of his grandparents' home. The ride had been almost unbearable.
Tracy wouldn't stop bugging him about Paula and his mom wouldn't raise a finger to make her stop.
	"Hello, Julia. It's been ages!" his grandmother exclaimed. She turned to Ness and Tracy
and gasped. "Both of you have gotten so tall! Ness, I want to hear all about your adventures! You
are so much like your father. He had a lot of adventures when he was younger. And what's this I
hear about a girlfriend?"
	"It's nothing," Ness replied at the same time that Tracy said, "Her name is Paula."
	Ten minutes later, the main topic of conversation was still Ness and his adventures, but 
his imput was no longer necessary. He snuck away from the three of them and walked up the stairs
to his dad's old bedroom. 
	The single bed, desk and dresser were all in the same place they'd been since the day 
they had first been placed in the room. All of the rest of his father's things were in boxes in 
the closet or in the attic in Onett. The floor was hardwood with a single rug in the center.
	Since there was nothing else to do, Ness decided to look through some of his dad's old
stuff. Maybe he'd learn something about those adventures his grandma had mentioned. As he crossed
the room, he stepped on a loose floorboard underneath the rug and tripped. The next thing he
knew, his body was in an L shape, with his feet in the air. He'd taken the rug with him and most
of it was under the bed. Ness rolled onto his stomach and brought his feet to the floor. Not far
away was a hole in the floor, around the center of where the rug was supposed to be. 
	"Some secret hiding place," Ness muttered, then got up and went over to check it out. 
Inside were a photo album, something that resembled a bat and a diary that looked older
than anything else. Ness flipped through the photo album first. The places that some of the 
photos were taken were so unusual, Ness knew they could have only been taken by one person. 
"How old is Mr. Fuzzy Pickles, anyway?" The next thing that he looked through was the journal.
It was written by a guy named George took hours to read through the whole thing. They told of how
he and his wife, Maria were abducted by aliens called Giygans. ("Giygas," Ness muttered.) It told
the same abduction story as Paula's dream, except from George's point of view. There was no 
mention of the song incident and he gave no reason for stealing Psi. After the two of them came 
back to Earth, George moved he and his son to Podunk and he started what would later become a 
multi million dollar corporation, which Ness's grandpa had unwittingly sold for a small price. 
It was where Ness's dad worked today. He was always convinced that the Giygans were after him,
wanting to pay him back for stealing Psi.
	"I've gotta tell the others about this," Ness muttered and put the diary in his backpack.
					***
	Loid Andonuts and his son Jeff were hard at work on the Sky Runner upgrade. This one, 
Dr. Andonuts promised, would not crash every time it was used. It also meant that Jeff would not
have to bum a ride from Poo every Sunday. 
	Jeff's mind was on other things. He envied Ness big time. No matter what he and Paula
said, Jeff would bet every electronic appliance he owned that those two would get married some
day, or at least go out for a really long time. It wasn't that he liked Paula as anything more
than a friend, it was just that, well, he wanted to have a girlfriend, too.
	His father recognized the look on Jeff's face because he had wore it several times. "You
know, Jeff, when I was your age, I went on an adventure as well." Jeff looked up, a little 
shocked,but said nothing. "At the end, I was so jealous of our leader because he and the girl in 
our group were really close and I was certain they would get married."
	"Did they?"
	"No. They went out for five years and then parted ways on good terms, but I still 
thought that he was the luckiest man in the world. Then, I met your mother." Dr. Andonuts rarely
spoke of his wife. All Jeff knew about his mother was that she was dead. 
	"Did you still think he was lucky?"
	"Yes, but the difference was that I was lucky too." After that, they continued to work
in silence.
					***
	"Paula! Paula wake up!" Her mother whispered as she nudged her several times. 
	"Huh? What?"
	"They said your name."
	"Now that you are with us, Ms. Polestar," The lawyer muttered in a flat tone. "Your aunt 
left you the following items:..."
	The lawyer listed off a couple of things as Paula tried to get the sleep out of her eyes 
and stay focused, but his voice was like a very strong sedative. She wasn't the only one in the 
room struggling to stay awake. Only her mother seemed fully alert. 
	"That should perk you up!" her mother said cheerfully after the guy was done talking.
	"What did he say?"
	"You didn't hear him?" her mother practically shouted. Everyone in the room looked at her.
Ana smiled and patted Paula on the head. "I'll tell you when we get home, darling." The rest of
the reading dragged by, but Paula was half asleep and couldn't tell what anyone said. The lawyer
was either as unprofessional as he was boring or it was customary to pick up a cardboard box with
your inherited things inside on the way out of a will reading. 
	On the way home, she had finally begun to wake up. There wasn't very much inside her 
cardboard box. Just a note, a couple of pieces of old jewelry and a strange-looking frying pan.
	"Hmm, I wonder why she left me this?" Paula muttered and was about to read the note when
her dad began singing along with the radio, which was playing the Runaway Five's trademark song.
	"Dad, leave the singing up to the Runaway Five." 
	"Darling, I'm inclined to agree," Paula's mother concured. She turned off the radio. 
"This is how it's done." She began to sing a slow love song that sounded strangely familiar to
Paula.
	Since she couldn't put a finger on why, she said, "I've never heard you sing that one
before." 
	"It's been years since I've had anything to do with that song, but I always thought it 
was a beautiful tune."
	  Paula hadn't had any dreams that week, but that night definately made up for it. She 
had a strange dream that a bunch of multicolored fobies were trying to steal her ability to 
concentrate so they could use Psi. She kept protesting that the ability to concentrate was part
of her brain and they couldn't steal it, but they persisted. The next thing she knew, she and her
friends were battling a great enemy. The enemy had fired a Psi blast that would certainly kill
them all. Paula instantly tried to summon a psychic shield that would absorb the blast, but it 
didn't work. She tried again and again, but her Psi refused to work. When the blast was just 
about to hit, she woke up screaming. The first thing she did was summon a psychic shield. It 
worked instantly, as always.
						*** 
	Poo's weekend was no less eventful than anyone else's. The ambassador had seven daughters.
It was hoped that Poo would marry one of these daughters to strenghthen the ties between the 
countries. Of course, it was Poo's descision. No pressure.  
	He had met all seven daughters. One of them was a stuck up brat. Three of them were 
airheads. Five of them were nice, but three of the nice ones were the airheads. The fourth nice
one had no firm grasp of reality and her favorite topics of conversation were her dress and the  
world's doom. The other nice one had an obsession with the fruit punch served as part of the 
welcoming feast and, needless to say, did not talk much. The final daughter and also the youngest 
was the quietest one of all and Poo got the impression she would rather be inside a pit of 
ravenous lions than here in Dalaam. Their names, in order from oldest to youngest were Naloni
(punch girl), Kela, Zela, Rela (the airheads), Onema (millenist), Anelia (the brat) and Shalo.
	Naturally, he was as pleasant as possible, and naturally, except for Shalo, they were
all enraptured by the end of the night. The next few days were spent running bach and forth 
between them. He could tell his father got some pleausure out of the whole thing and so did the 
ambassador. The only time he had any time to himself was when they were sleeping and, of
course all of them were asleep at the same time for about two hours. 
	On Saturday night, Jeff called to say that he didn't need a ride because Sky Runner 2.0
was complete and worked far better than its pretecesor. They talked for a little while and Jeff 
was sympathetic, but he could only stay on the line for fifteen minutes because of the long 
distance bill.
	At two A.M., when he assumed that all of the princesses were asleep, Poo decided to sneak
up to the Mu place to meditate. Since this technique had always helped solve problems before, it
seemed safe to assume that it would work now. On his way there, he bumped into someone. It was 
dark, so he couldn't tell who it was. 
	"What are you doing out so late at night?" the stranger asked, irritated. The voice was
decidedly female. 
	"I could ask you the same question," Poo replied. The stranger gasped, recognizing his
voice. The next thing he knew, the girl had blasted Psi Ice Gamma at him and took off. He blocked
it with one of his own, but by the time the blast cleared, she was gone. 
					***
	Jeff hung up the phone after talking with Poo and decided to work on his analyzer some 
more. He looked behind him and saw just how long the phone line was. After walking back to the 
end, he realized that it crossed the school horazontally and trailed out the window of a dorm room.
People were using bedsheets as rope. 
	"This place needs more than one phone," Jeff muttered and went back to his room.