Trapped!?!

Denim placed her face in her hands as she stooped above the back end of her ship wondering, "How am I going to get home to my parents now?" Luckily for her she had food supplies, but had no way to repair or build her ship.

She sighed and started walking through the wasteland looking up at an eerie green, blue sky. The air was almost not breathable due to the fact there appeared to be relatively few trees and those that existed were dying. She took to conserving her breathes finding it suddenly hard now to keep walking as she thought, "Maybe I should return to the ship?"

Something though made her stop as she heard a loud, "Squish!" underneath her tennis shoes. She lifted up her foot to find the planet's only living inhabitants. Strange worms that looked like they were burrowing through the dirt. She jumped back forty feet, landing on her feet,, and as she did they climbed onto the top of her shoes and clung to them. She reached her delicate hands down to rip them off and as she did felt them gnaw on the edges of her skin. They though went flying thanks to the hand strength of her fingers and were not seen again.

Bleeding though Denim gripped her hand and began to cry. "I-I want to go home now. I don't know what this place is but it seems so... awful."

A chill ran down her spine as she heard someone say behind her, "You want to go home... Me too!"

Denim's face paled feeling a hand touch her shoulder. She turned slowly to find herself at gun point before a blond haired man with space ray and a broad-rimmed cowboy hat.

"Howdy!" he cried sneering at her, "Fine figure you got here. I've been trapped on this planet since yesterday and have no way of getting out of here."

"Oh boy," Denim thought, "he's one of those men." She pulled back from him hoping to get into a defensive stance and protect herself, however, this man was much faster and slammed his knee into her stomach.

"Ah-ah don't leave." He stated catching her with his free arm and letting her dangle. Denim lay in his forearm feeling like she was going to puke from the hard blow she suddenly received. Her eyes narrowed with contempt as she looked up at the man. He ignored her and continued to say, "I'm a supply runner for the Arcosian Empire. I got stuck on this planet though due to fuel loss. Got any fuel for my ship?"

Denim shook her head no. She should have never come out into space. This man was clearly a space pirate.

The space cowboy did not give out his name, but slowly the two worked together to pull out panels from her ship and transfer them to his ship, which was at a spot one hundred feet behind her own. She wondered why she had not seen it there before, however, she slowly realized that was because she had been focused on a threat, him to be exact. Anyway, the two decided to make the ship an oblong shape with just enough room to sit two people. So they used his various tools on his belt in order to do so. It did not have to be fancy, in her opinion, but she figured he did not really care at all, unlike her about the ship for he didn't seem to ask her about how she wanted it to look. They just built it together without second thoughts on the matter. The process was an arduous one and only got more so with the advance of the black, poisonous cloud headed their way. Yet after two hours of hard work they managed to get the oblong shaped ship together, coat it with silver plating and prep it for space travel.

"Wow," she thought to herself while looking at it, "I must have gotten stronger recently if I can build this kind of thing quickly."

Denim then stepped inside the ship they created, opening the hatch, and turned a set of keys now located inside the main engine. The ship was a like a flying space car more then anything else, but fortunately this car whirred to life and and gave off a soft humming noise. This indicated it worked. Denim smiled and the space cowboy with her shouted, "It works!" as he raised both his fists into the air from outside the ship.

"This is so great..." Denim stated as tears rolled from within t he cockpit. "Now we don't have to die on this empty vessel."

The man then followed her inside the ship, opening the hatch for himself just as storm passed over head and spread a dark, thick mist around them. Luckily, the ship had working life support systems so as the door closed behind him the gas was kept away from the two of the and completely filtered out of the ship for the moment.

He voiced as he sat in a big, cushion seat behind her, "I hope now that we've done this together I can get my reward."

Denim blushed, "That's right..." she thought to herself, "I did promise him some cuddling after we got this thing to work, but we don't even know if it flies yet, which is the important part."

She focused on him though and said, "All right, I can participate in this. Yet are you sure about doing this now? Our ship's a little cramped. And besides, I don't even know your name." She pointed an accusing finger at him wanting to give him the bird now but didn't. She normally tried not to do this kind of thing but she had said what she said before because she wanted to survive. Now she thought she might need to reward, otherwise, they might not leave the wretched place or he might leave it and really decide to leave her behind like suggested early.

"Come see me in the back seat and we'll get started there's plenty of space back here." He cackled patting the arm rest of his seat. Denim climbed back there and plopped herself right on his knees. He was not overly large like some men she had in her lifetime and stood at a full five feet, nine inches when standing tall. He had a cool, tan skin color that glistened from a bit of sweat from the hard work he had put in for this ship. Yet the odd thing was now that she got a close look at him Plaid was not the usual looking ruffian, no scars, nothing to indicate battle wounds of the sort that were typical of this job. Something felt wrong.

"Um..." she stated putting her head next to his beating heart, "I know we haven't know each other long but are you really the kind of person you say you are. You've been sort of rough but not all that much."

"Nope, I'm not a space cowboy delivering weapons anywhere. Have you seen any weapons besides the gun on me? Have I actually used it on you at all after pointing it at you?" Plaid laughed now suddenly dropping the drawling accent he had been using before then. He took his hat off to reveal a very handsome face "I only used it because this planet and others near it are wild lands, and um, very dangerous. So I took the guise for myself in order to survive."

She noticed his gun was not at his hip anymore as he took off the holster belt it was in and tossed that aside too with his hat. "I'm not sure what to say Plaid other then that I'm glad I guess. I suppose it is dangerous out here but there's safe planets too like planet Konats nearby."

"Really?" Plaid responded as he gripped the buttons of his shirt he was wearing and undid them. "If you want you can take me there.

"I can't... I have to go home to my planet Earth."

"Then take me there."

Denim blushed some more squeezing him tightly. She felt she needed to appease this man because although he had not been too rough with her he could still be dangerous with his power level. That said, she now noticed as she sensed for it that it was dropping dramatically down to at least 100 PL. Something she had not expected him to do. "I-I can take you there si-sir, er, Plaid. Yet let's get this over with."

Denim then proceeded to slip off her jacket, she raised her arms over her head next too and began pulling off her shirt. She gave him a light kiss on the lips while doing this yet after that was truly unsure what happened next for a loud, banging object hit the ship and tipped it to one side. The systems still worked but it knocked out the power for the rest of the night on this desolate rock.