Post by Articho Reville on May 6, 2016 22:08:57 GMT
Articho wore a scowl on his face as he tossed a duffle bag through the open door of his ship. He jumped up the steps two at a time and ducked in after the bag. Of course, Arias had to run. Of course, Walker of all people had to hate her and want her dead. Of course, it had to be on Vegeta. It was like getting lemon juice in his eyes three times over. The hybrid growled under his breath as he punched in the coordinates for Vegeta into his ship's nav computer. He heard the engine kick to life with a low rumble and leaned back in the cockpit's chair as the Knutt Cracker began to take off.
Articho sighed. He couldn't help, but feel obligated to go get her. He didn't know who else Walker told, but they might not be as lenient towards her as he would be. The hybrid couldn't just sit by as someone killed her when all it took was just keeping her on Earth.
The ship eased itself into the air, the sun glinting off the red and silver paint job. Knutt Cracker was emblazoned on the side with a fireball next to it. Underneath it, in small letters, read the names of Ab, Kadab, and Alaka, a final testament to the three men who were key to his escape. Slowly, the bright sun eased away into the inky blackness of space. Articho kicked his feet up on to the console and leaned farther back in his chair. Might as well get some shut eye. He was in for a long trip.
[Departing Earth for Vegeta]
Articho sighed. He couldn't help, but feel obligated to go get her. He didn't know who else Walker told, but they might not be as lenient towards her as he would be. The hybrid couldn't just sit by as someone killed her when all it took was just keeping her on Earth.
The ship eased itself into the air, the sun glinting off the red and silver paint job. Knutt Cracker was emblazoned on the side with a fireball next to it. Underneath it, in small letters, read the names of Ab, Kadab, and Alaka, a final testament to the three men who were key to his escape. Slowly, the bright sun eased away into the inky blackness of space. Articho kicked his feet up on to the console and leaned farther back in his chair. Might as well get some shut eye. He was in for a long trip.
[Departing Earth for Vegeta]
