>Thank whatever gods may be for our good fortune. Especially considering that the Marines were watching us not too long ago.
>Hey, just who are these "Marines" anyway? Are they part of a nation's military? Why do they hate Ponchos so much again? What does it mean to be a Poncho (aside from superpowers, of course)? [Basically, do a bit of expositing.]
Saint Aquos has shown you favour this day, it seems. Legend says that when it rains for a long period of time, she weeps. Not why you'd think, either. She weeps due to loneliness. Longing to be with the mortals over whom she watches, but gods can never be mortals. This part of the legend has always made you remark that being a god is a curse in itself. A bit silly to the average person, but when said differently ...
The Marines have never been a friend to the Ponchos, even though the former owes their existence to the latter. The Ponchos are the world's keepers. Their exact origins are unknown. Some say they were blessed by Saint Aquos, chosen to represent the Hydroplane as envoys of the ocean. Others say they were mortals who figured out the key to enlightenment, and upon receiving their special talents, swore an oath of eternal service and justice to all living things. They've been said to be gods, and mere chances who use their gifts to cheat and steal from others. All heresay aside, they are simply an impartial force for good.
The Marines were created to widen their reach, as the dominance of the sea brings about a need for boats and ships for fast travel. When the Marines were banded, the seeds of doubt planted within the organisation sprouted into hatred and fear. When disagreements became more than just ego manifestations, a schism was created. Soon, the Marines were operating independent of Poncho ethics, and those within snatched the rug from under the feet of the yellow-clad do-gooders. The details are hazy, but the Marines filled the gaping power vacuum when the world crumbled, establishing themselves as the one world political and military power. And who would challenge them? With hundreds of ships and twice as many men, to defy the Marines is to defy the world. No man dares to take on the world. Not even a Poncho.
When you're done reminding yourself of what you learned as a youngling, you realise a stranger has been eyeing you for the past several minutes. He doesn't seem violent, more curious. But still, you're on guard. You don't reach for your rifle, but you stance up just in case.