According to their DA page, today is  CecaeliaFanatic’s birthday! I thought I’d make a little story set before Trinity Soul and show how you don’t really want to mess with their well-known character, Cylla Azallan, Sea Warlock of the mobile dimension, Pàgni. Happy Birthday,  CecaeliaFanatic! I hope I captured the spirit of Cylla well!


As he stormed down the corridors of his ship, the Dominus, Adachi Hiro grumbled to himself. The recent recruiting drive didn’t turn up as many new applicants for Shocker Rift. With a Convergence on the way, he couldn’t afford to have so few numbers. At this rate, he might as well look for potential recruits in Universe L-0-0-N-3-Y-T-U-N-3-5! He passed by Igura and one of the Shocker Rift Drone Daleks. “Hello Hiro!” called Igura. “How did it go?”
“Splendid,” grunted Hiro.
“…That bad, huh?” winced Igura.
“Walk with me, you two,” he ordered. Igura and the Dalek followed him to a room…at least, they expected a room. What their surroundings were, however, consisted of oceans surrounding an iceberg. Behind them looked like a castle. “…Okay, who made the rift?!” demanded Hiro.
“Don’t look at me!” yelped Igura.
“I am also innocent!” replied the Dalek.
“Well it wasn’t me, so-!”
“Oh, that was me!” a new voice interrupted Hiro. They all looked at the iceberg’s edge to see a person lounging in a sexy manner. It was a Cecaelia, a creature that had a humanoid upper torso and the legs of an octopus. Even if once could see the person clearly, it was impossible to guess the gender alone. Besides, this Cecaelia changed their pronouns on a whim. Their legs were dark blue green with a lighter shade on their suckers and numbered six, like Ursula’s. Their torso’s skin was a very light lavender, their eyes were big black ones with long lashes, their ears were webbed, and they had long white hair. A slightly flirty smirk adorned their lips as Hiro snarled in recognition of the Cecaelia. “Hiro-san, it’s wonderful to see you again! And this must be your lovely wife, Igura! Oh, and is that a new model of Dalek? I am so delighted to see more of Shocker Rift!” Hiro said nothing.
“…You…know this person?” asked Igura.
“Cylla Azallan,” replied Hiro. “Sea mage.”
“Sea WARLOCK,” corrected the Cecaelia, Cylla, as they drew themselves up to a reasonable height for conversation. They practically sauntered up to them. “My dear, it’s so good to see you again. How about a big hug?” They opened their human arms up as if expecting a hug. Hiro didn’t move, he just glared. “…Oh, don’t be so rude!” chided Cylla. “Say something!”
“Put us back on our ship, Cylla!” barked Hiro. Cylla looked disappointed.
“And I was hoping for something along the lines of ‘A pleasure to see you again, Cylla, old friend’.”
“We’re not friends, you were just a business partner from long ago!”
“Wait, is this the same Cylla who directed you and Vortech to Foundation Prime all those years ago?” asked Igura.
“The same.”
“Oh, how clinical!” gasped Cylla as they placed their hand over their heart in mock horror. “You wound me!” They then snapped their fingers and the scene changed to Hiro’s Ready Room on the Dominus. “There. Perhaps now you can be a little more tactful,” chuckled Cylla.
“What brings Pàgni around these parts?” asked Hiro as he sat down in his chair. “Has multiversal law enforcement gotten ahold of how it moves?”
“Oh, hardly!” cackled Cylla. “They’re still trying to find out where my home went and they’re ten universes behind.”
“Then what made you want to come here?”
“Do I always have to have a reason? Pàgni was just drifting and…” Cylla then smirked. “Oh, you force a confession from me. The truth is, Hiro, I have a debt to repay.”
“A debt?”
“To you. And it gnaws at me and interferes with each of my days.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“If you and Vortech hadn’t come, the authorities would certainly have found me by now. And more of your Combatmen keep making deals with me and failed their end of the bargain. My garden’s in danger of being overcrowded, they’ve provided such good business opportunities.”
“We all make mistakes.”
“Your quest made my life better and I resent owing anyone anything. I’m supposed to be the debt collector, not one with a debt. So, I’m here to pay up! Tell me what it is you wish, and I’ll be gone.”
“Just be gone. That will do nicely.” Hiro then picked up a tablet.
“No, no, no! It must be something more…more…” they snapped their fingers as they searched for the word, “…constructive! That’s my new word for today, constructive!”
“You heard my husband, some other time!” snapped Igura. “If Combatmen made a deal with you and are no longer in an active state, we need to fill the ranks! Now leave, we need to prepare another recruiting drive.” Cylla took another tablet in one of their legs and tapped it to find Hiro’s drive plans.
“So that’s your advertisement?” Cylla shook their head. “Dull, plodding, pedantic, you’ll never get anyone with that. …Perhaps I could help you with it?”
“No,” answered Hiro.
“…You don’t really care much for mere faces in the crowd, do you?”
“…No, only Igura matters. And soon, we’re gonna have a daughter to care about.” The Dalek, long forgotten, twitched, its mind blazing at the thought of another human coming into the world.
“Well, that explains it,” continued Cylla. “How can you appeal to their sense of justice if you don’t actually care for them? …I know! Why don’t I take over your little group for a bit?”
“Hard pass!” snarled Hiro, appalled at the suggestion. “I won’t allow it!”
“Must you be so possessive? Just a week? I’d teach you how to organize Shocker Rift.”
“My answer is no, Tako! Shocker Rift doesn’t need an insecure idiot like you! Now get off my ship or I allow the Dalek to shoot you!” Cylla’s smile dropped.
“I would advise you to retract that threat and apologize for your rudeness!” they warned.
“Dalek! Kill that pathetic excuse for a mage!”
“EXTERMIN-!” The Dalek didn’t get very far as Cylla pointed their finger behind them and shot the Dalek with a spell. It was enveloped in light and the light moved to Hiro’s desk before shrinking and dissipating to reveal a goldfish swimming in its bowl.
“I’ll leave,” hissed Cylla, “but you’ve made a very dangerous enemy today!” They then smiled and waved. “Toodle-oo!” They opened a white portal and they jumped into it. The portal closed behind them as Hiro fired one of his guns. All the shot hit was the wall. Hiro glared angrily, then looked at the fish. He then called the bridge.
“Helm, set course for Universe L-0-0-N-3-Y-T-U-N-3-5,” he ordered the Dalek at the helm.
“I obey!” replied the Helms-Dalek.


Cylla was back in their lair and swam up to their cohorts. “No deal?” asked Liz, a starfish with a scar on her left eye.
“Not a one,” replied Cylla. “Probably for the best, the man was rude!”
“Well, can’t win them all. Although, that DOES beg the question of what he would have paid with. I mean, that part of the multiverse only deals in studs of Nonexistium and-”
“Hold on, Nonexistium?! Okay, REALLY dodged a spell that time! I can’t believe I was considering someone with that kind of funny money!” Cylla then noticed an absence of two people. “Where are Elfa and Leon?” they asked.
“Elfa’s gone for groceries and Leon’s scouting out potential customers.”
“Ah, splendid! Things are running smoothly and-” Cylla opened up a cabinet and twitched.
“…Boss?”
“BLOODY AGAIN! MY CHOCOLATE’S GONE!”
“Yeah, that’s on the list. That cyborg-fox boy swiped it.” Cylla swam to their polyp garden of customers that didn’t uphold their end of the bargain and singled out a male polyp with a purple eye. They picked him up in one of their legs and brought him to their face.
“Really?! You STILL haven’t figured it out yet?!” they snarled. “You do NOT touch my stash!” The polyp shrugged as best he could without arms. Cylla then placed the polyp elsewhere, making sure they faced the cave wall. “Enjoy your timeout!”