Wings Of Icarus

“Listen, if you want to put a bounty on someone you HAVE to fill out the required forms.” The mare at the counter said calmly.

“I don’t HAVE that kind of time.” I grumbled. “This is too important to be wasting time filling out forms on!”

“Listen ma’am, you came to us. The bounty hunting business might be slow, but it’s effective. If you don’t have the time then go catch whoever you’re putting a bounty on yourself.” She said dismissively.

I stared silently at the mare for a few moments, “I will then. It’d be a lot faster then you lot are.” I stated as I turned around and walked away from the counter, my anger at their stupidity almost boiling. How the hell could they not see this was important!?! There are a lot of lives at risk if he’s not caught right away!

“Hey.” A rather masculine voice said. I blinked a few times and turned to the source, seeing a large stallion, muscles practically bursting from his chest and abdomen, complimenting his white skin and blonde mohawk. The thing I also noticed were the piercings he had on his ear, nose, lip… Oh god. “I heard you’re lookin for someone.”

“Yeah… I am.” I nodded slowly.

“Call me Bulk. Nice to meet you marshmallow.” Bulk chuckled, holding his hand out.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” I said a little hesitantly as I reluctantly grabbed his hand. “My name is Sweetie Belle.”

“So you’re going to look for this guy all by yourself? It’s a dangerous galaxy. Do you know how to shoot a gun? Or even use that thing?” Bulk questioned, flicking my horn.

Oh boy this guy’s going to be a real treat. “I can handle myself better then you think.” I stated as I slapped his hand away.

“Oh really? Tell me, do you have a ship?” He inquired, crossing his arms.

“No.” I said.

“Then you don’t have a choice do you? Unless you have the money to get one.” He said, grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face the window. He pointed to a moderately decent sized ship, more of a cargo ship than anything.

I grumbled quietly, “And that thing can survive out in the ‘dangerous galaxy’?” I questioned.

“Don’t judge a book by its’ cover. Now c’mon, your chariot awaits!” He laughed, patting me on the back and chugging a drink I previously hadn’t noticed before heading out the door. My lip curled up slightly as I followed him out. I saw him hauling two heavy looking boxes onto the ship, giving me a wink as he disappeared up the ramp. My eye twitched slightly before I followed him up. Dear god why do I have to be stuck with this guy? “Don’t worry about the boxes, they’re not that heavy. Make yourself at home.” He called back to me as the ramp slowly closed and sealed. The aroma of sweat immediately hit me along with whatever was in the boxes (which wasn’t much better).

I barely managed to stop myself from gagging as I covered my nose. The rumbling of the engines rattled through the ship and I could see the ground outside the windows move away slowly. The ship was simple, large room for storing cargo, followed by a bathroom and bedroom. The cockpit was in front, where Bulk was sitting, busy at work getting us further into the air. “So who’s this guy you’re after?” He called back to me.

“It’s two guys. They stole a lot of money from me and there’s no telling what they plan to do with it all.” I said.

“So… why are you after them?” Bulk questioned.

“They stole from me. Isn’t that enough of a reason to go after them?” I snapped.

“Yeah no, I get that. But if they were some thieves you would have just put a bounty on them and went on with your life. So tell me… What are YOU after?” He repeated.

“I don’t know.” I said.

“It sounds like revenge to me.” He said.

I grumbled quietly, “Fine. I’ve gotten sick of everything they’ve constantly done to me and I want to make sure they NEVER do it again.” I stated.

“So you’re going to kill them?” Bulk asked, pressing a few buttons and making the engine start to hum louder.

“If it comes to that, then yes.” I said.

“And I’m sure you’ll be the one to pull the trigger.” Bulk sighed. I glanced out the windows and saw the blackness of space slowly turning a bright white.

“Maybe… Maybe they won’t have to die and I can get them to just stop.” I said quietly. Bulk stood up and looked at me.

“Well so long as I’m here, I’ll make sure you stay safe.” He said, changing the subject with a smile.

“Thanks.” I said with a small smile.

“So where are we going?” He asked.

I paused for a few moments as I contemplated the question. “I don’t know.” I said calmly. Bulk raised and eyebrow and stared almost questioningly at me.

“So let me get this straight. You went with some stranger on a ship with no weapons, or even a battleplan, to find TWO people that could be anywhere in the galaxy with MONEY they stole from you, and a bad mutual history between you and them.” Bulk finished.

“Yes.” I nodded. There was a long pause between the two before Bulk spoke up.

“Great!” He laughed, playfully slugging me in the shoulder. “Can’t wait to get started.”

I rubbed my shoulder a little bit, “Yeah. Neither can I.” I mumbled.

“So any ideas or are we just going to aimlessly wander.” Bulk asked as he stared out at the whitespace they were traveling through.

“I don’t have very many clues as to where they’d be going. So I guess we’re wandering.” I shrugged.

“Well congratulations kid, you’re a bounty hunter now. And I guess this isn’t a cargo ship anymore.” Bulk chuckled, taking a seat on one of the crates behind him.

“I guess now is as good a time as any. What sort of defences does this thing have?” I asked.

“Well, the metal is special. Protects against certain spells, makes it more likely to survive an attack from a unicorn.” He started.

“And against weapons?” I pressed.

“Well that’s why I have engines silly.” Bulk laughed.

“All ships have engines.” I said.

“But a lot of ships don’t use them properly.” Bulk said. “If you know how to use them, they’re the best defenses you could ever have.”

“Okay. What weapons do WE have?” I asked.

“Don’t you worry about weapons.” He reassured, standing up and heading to his room.

“I have full right to worry about weapons!” I shouted.

“You have full right to sit down and relax.” He shouted back as he closed the door and left me alone in the cargo area.

I sat down against a wall with a huff. “Fine. Be that way.” I grumbled. My stomach groaned as the realization that I hadn’t eaten anything today hit me. “Hey! You got any food?” I called.

“Check the crates, there should be some dried stuff in one of them.” He replied from his room. I stood up and approached one of the crates, grabbing the top and heaving it off with a groan. What was inside certainly caught me off guard. It was entirely full of stuffed animals. I started to giggle a little.

“That’s so cute.” I said a little louder then I intended too. I glanced back at the door to make sure he hadn’t come out.

“What’s cute?” He called.

“Nothing!” I called back. I giggled quietly again and put the lid back on the crate so I could go check another one. I walked over to a second and found a mix of dried fruits, canned food, and something metal sticking out in the center. I reached down and grabbed it, pulling it out to see it was a gun, looking like some sort of pistol. And it was loaded with a full clip… I dropped the gun back in. “What the hell?” I questioned.

“Say again?” Bulk called.

“N… Nothing!” I managed to stammer out.

“Oh yeah I think the food is in the crate with the red paint on it.” He shouted. I glanced down slowly at the crate I had just opened and saw a streak of red along a part of it. It certainly didn’t look like paint…

“Yeah… I f… found it.” I squeaked out.

“What’s wrong? You sound like an autotuner went haywire.” He asked.

“Um… Nothing’s wrong!” I said back quickly as I managed to sound calm again. I picked the gun up out of the crate and made sure I wouldn’t shoot myself with it as I hid it in my pants. There was a long moment of silence.

“So.” Bulk said, coming out of his room in a new outfit to match his white skin, wearing a clean T-shirt and jeans. I saw his eyes look at the red stain on the crate before turning back to me. “You find anything good in it? I hadn’t checked.”

“Just food.” I said quickly.

“You don’t say?” He said, slowly approaching the crate. He glanced inside and smiled, pulling out a box of chocolates in a heart shape. “Better see if these are poisoned.” He chuckled.

“You go do that.” I nodded. Bulk turned and walked back to his room, stopping in the doorway and doing an immediate 180. “What’s wrong?” I asked quickly.

“I’m going to take a nap, tell me when we get out of whitespace.” Bulk said before closing the door.

“Will do.” I nodded as I took in a few quick deep breaths. I quickly walked into the cockpit. Who the hell is this guy? Just what the hell is he planning and why is there blood on a crate in a cargo ship? Nothing’s make sense about him! Though… I’m armed now… Even though I don’t… No I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Until then I’m just going to bide my time and try to get more answers. I don’t have much else choice. A few minutes later the engines started to slow, the blackness of space starting to return, and with it a new sound. There was the small crackle of static coming from the cockpit. I walked into the room and sat down in the pilot’s seat. I looked down at the source of the static and realized it was coming from the radio. A surge of hope filled me as I discovered that I could possibly call for help with it. I reached down and was about to grab it when a voice rang from it.

“Bulk, you there?” The voice said. It was a lot more soothing that Bulk’s, a lackluster tone that was more bored than anything.

I hesitated for a moment and thought about going to get Bulk. I shook that thought from my head and decided to just listen. “Are you asleep again? For a bodybuilder you spend a lot of time in dreamland. You really need to teach me your secrets.” The voice joked.

I chuckled quietly. “Anyway… I can see you got the ship. Don’t open the crates, and for god sakes leave the food alone this time.” The voice said in a slightly annoyed tone. “Who am I kidding, it’s probably all gone by now. That food is money ya know.”

I blinked slowly. This isn’t his ship, and he’s not a freight hauler. What the fuck did I get myself into? I heard footsteps behind me, slowly approaching the cockpit. I turned around to face the door. My heart skipped a beat as I hid myself inside a large pile of… clothes. They certainly didn’t smell clean. I held my breath as best I could so I wouldn’t get found. The door slid open and Bulk walked in, plopping down in the seat and grabbing the radio. “Spike you there?” Bulk said into it.

“Oh you’re awake. I was starting to think you suffocated in your own neck muscles.” Spike joked.

“Funny. I got the ship and the stolen cargo. I also got a hitchhiker too.” Bulk said, leaning back into the crappy leather seat.

“Did you bang her yet?” Spike asked.

“Also funny.” Bulk rolled his eyes.

“But not entirely out of the question with you.” Spike said.

“Just pick me up already, the guy who took this cargo is an absolute slob. Who even leaves pizza out like that? It’s got flies.” Bulk sighed.

“Yeah… Just let me clean my room.” Spike teased.

“I swear if you touch my stuff I’m going to get a lock.” Bulk groaned.

“And clean for fingerprints.” Spike continued.

“Just hurry the hell up!” Bulk shouted, clicking the radio off. “You know if you want to hide you really shouldn’t choose to be the best smelling thing in a pile of week old underwear.”

“Oh god!” I nearly shouted as I threw myself from the pile of clothing. Bulk just started to laugh, and turned to face me. I backed away from him.

“Were you planning on stealing my ship?” Bulk raised an eyebrow.

“It isn’t YOUR ship.” I stated.

“Finders keepers?” Bulk suggested. My eyes narrowed as I stared at Bulk. “It was already stolen, I’m repossessing it.” He said in a more serious tone.

“Sure you are.” I said slowly.

“You wanted a ride, you got one. There’s plenty of room in the airlock if you don’t like it.” Bulk said sternly.

I scowled slightly but didn’t move. “Or maybe I shoulda left you back at registration for you to get kidnapped.” He said.

“What… huh?” I mumbled, a sudden dread filling my stomach.

“I saw some stallions eyeing you. And take it from a pony who knows people, they didn’t look friendly.” He said. I could tell there was sincerity in his voice and he meant what he said. Either that, or he was a great liar.

I was silent for a few seconds, “Thank you then.” I said.

“Now I assume you heard everything we just said, so Spike should be on his way to pick us up.” Bulk said, patting the co-pilot’s chair next to him.

I continued to watch him as I sat down in the co-pilot’s chair. “So anything interesting in the crates?” Bulk asked.

“Stuffed animals.” I said.

“That’s it?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. An entire crate of them.” I nodded.

“That is strange.” A familiar voice said, my heart practically stopping as I snapped around. There was a decently tall purple dragon in front of me, his hands in his black slacks pocket and a trough of green hair down the center of his head. I saw the green spikes down his back and around his waist.

“Hey Spike.” Bulk chuckled, shaking his head.

“Yeah… Hi.” I said uncertainly.

“So who’s the cream puff?” Spike asked, glancing to Bulk.

“The mare I was talking about.” Bulk said.

“I’m not a cream puff.” I stated as I glared at Spike.

“So we bringing her along?” Spike asked.

“Up to her.” Bulk shrugged, the two turning and staring at me.

“I’m not going back if I’m just going to get kidnapped.” I stated.

“Then it’s settled.” Bulk said, taking a deep breath in and walking to the door but immediately being stopped by Spike.

“For how long?” Spike questioned.

“Until we get the two she’s after.” Bulk said.

“You… what did you do?” Spike said, the disdainful tone really expressing the annoyance in his voice.

“The right thing. Try it sometime.” Bulk laughed, shoving Spike before heading out. Spike just watched him walk away for a moment before sighing. He turned to me and stared at me.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, just sit down and don’t touch anything when you get on board.” Spike said, walking out of the cockpit and onto the airlock (which was now acting as a bridge between ships.) I sighed and followed him onto his ship.

I glanced around at the ship, “Mm.” I mumbled quietly. This one was a bit tidier and didn’t reek of trash. It was almost three times the size of the cargo vessel, and this one looked a little more armored, but still no visible weapons. “Still no weapons how do you survive out here?” I questioned.

“Just because it doesn’t look intimidating doesn’t mean it doesn’t have bite.” Bulk stated.

“We’ll see.” I said.

“Welcome to Icarus.” Spike said. He couldn’t have less enthusiasm in his voice.

“Nice name.” I said with equal enthusiasm.

“Just don’t get too comfortable kid.” Spike said, disappearing down one of the halls.

“Don’t worry about him, he just doesn’t like passengers.” Bulk reassured, patting me on my back and climbing the ladder to an upper portion of the ship.

“I’m sure that’s it.” I sighed. My ear twitched as the sound of something grinding against metal echoed lightly down the hall to my right. I followed the noise to a medium sized room full of mechanical things. It looked like an engine room if I had to guess. I glanced to where the noise was and saw a pair of brown feathered legs sticking out from under a big… engine machine… thingy. Yeah, that’s it. The sound of a wrench turning something became more obvious as I stared down at him. “Hello?” I asked. The sound stopped immediately. “Ookay.” The legs moved closer to me as the person scooted out, lying on a small wheeled thing to help him with it. I saw he was an owl? And he was quite bewildered by my presence. ‘I’m new here.” I stated. He blinked a few times and continued to stare at me. “I’m Sweetie Belle it’s nice to meet you…”

The owl stared at me for a moment before rolling back under the engine.

“Why are you ignoring me?” I questioned, a slight anger entering my voice. The sound of the wrench started again, causing my eye to twitch. My magic gripped his legs and started to pull him out. He stopped suddenly as something held him still. I yanked him harder and he slid out, the wheeled cart he was on rolled him across the room until his feet hit the wall, kicking off it and sliding him right back under. I groaned loudly and grabbed his legs, pulling as much as I can. I saw he was slowly losing his grip and being slightly dislodged from his position. With one last tug he was pulled out from under it, but a loud snapping along with it. The two of us froze, staring silently at each other. He had something in his hand that wasn’t there before. Moments later the engine started to make a groaning sound. The owl stood up and stared wide eyed at it, his hands clamping onto his head in panic. “Oh shit…” I mumbled quietly.

The ship made a low groan before all noise in the engine room stopped. The owl turned to me and held his hands out as if he was about to strangle me before letting his arms go limp.

“Umm… Sorry.” I said. “I um…” There were loud footsteps as Spike appeared in the doorway.

“Why did the ship stop?” Spike asked quickly. The owl pointed directly to me. “What did you do?”

“I just pulled him out! He was ignoring me!” I said defensively.

“He doesn’t talk!” Spike stated.

“I didn’t know that!” I retorted.

“So you break the engines?” Spike stared wide eyed at me.

“It was an accident!” I said.

“You think you can fix it?” Spike asked, turning to the owl. He stared back at Spike before looking at the pipe like object in his hand and nodded. “Get to it. You, come with me.” Spike growled, grabbing my arm and practically dragging me out of the room.

I pulled my arm out of his grip and followed him, “I wasn’t aiming to break your ship.” I said in a more apologetic tone. Spike stopped and spun around to face me.

“You don’t seem to understand. Breaking the engine wouldn’t have been a problem any other time, but we just ‘repossessed’ a ship and large amount of stolen cargo. How do you think the person who took it is going to react?” Spike started, giving me a more serious look.

I looked away, “We’re going to be killed.” I said.

“Probably. But I’m going to do the best I can to make sure that doesn’t happen.” Spike said reassuringly, turning and heading down the hall to the bridge.

I followed behind him for a few moments. As I was walking the ship shook violently, knocking me to the ground. “Great… Thought we had more time.” Spike sighed, rushing to the bridge. I shakily pushed myself up and ran after him. Spike sat down in the pilot’s seat and pressed one of the many buttons. Immediately, one of the screens clicked on and… Snips and Snails appeared on it, smirking at the screen.

“You got somethin of ours.” Snips said.

“No idea what you’re talking about. I’m just returning stolen cargo… Are you admitting to theft?” Spike chuckled, leaning back in his seat.

“Just release the ship and we’ll let you go.” Snails said loudly.

“Promise?” Spike asked in a more curious tone.

“Promise.” Snips an snails said after a short pause, their smug grins returning in full.

“Well alright.” Spike smiled, clicking the screen off.

“Those smug… shit eating… cock goblin sons of bitches!” I nearly shouted as my anger boiled over. Spike turned to me, the shock obvious on his face from my language.

“You… know them?” Spike asked.

“Yes I know those two lying sacks of dog shit.” I growled.

“Annnd… how do you know them?” Spike asked, still slightly wary by the sudden change of tone.

“They stole a LOT of money from me.” I stated. “And now I plan on getting every single cent back.”

“Small galaxy.” Spike chuckled.

“We’re going to die if you let go of that ship.” I stated.

“Well since someone broke the engines, probably.” Spike nodded, seeming extremely calm for what is happening.

“Why are you so calm about this?” I questioned. Spike stared out the at the moderately sized ship that Snips and Snails were in, their guns primed and ready. Spike reached down and clicked on the radio.

“Bulk, you done yet?” Spike said.

“Yep, we a go?” Bulk called through the radio.

“What are you planning?” I asked a little warily.

“Giving the ship back.” Spike smiled. “Brace yourselves.” He grabbed the flight stick and pulled back, the sudden shifting nearly made me fall to the floor. Icarus started spinning in circles faster and faster.

“Oh god I’m going to get sick…” I muttered. Spike just stared out the window in front, watching as Snip’s ship came into view, then off, then on, then off. “You’d better no-” I stopped as I started to gag. Spike’s smile grew as he flipped a switch. The cargo ship immediately detached and was flung towards Snip’s ship. Spike grabbed the controls again and brought the spinning to an immediate stop. Snip’s ship immediately started to turn to avoid it when I noticed something different about the cargo ship, something was attached to it. I glanced back to Spike and saw a button in his hand. He teased his thumb over the button slowly. Before I could say anything, he pressed it. The cargo ship immediately was engulfed in flames, bits and pieces flying in each direction as it exploded. Snip’s ship was violently thrown in the other direction, sparks and flames leaving their ship as it powered down. “YOU COULD HAVE KILLED THEM!” I nearly shouted as I climbed back to my feet.

“Relax, they’ll be fine. Probably.” Spike said, relaxing more into his seat.

“I want my fucking money back before they die!” I stated.

“You are very impatient.” Spike said, shoving me into the co-pilot’s seat. “Sit. And don’t touch anything.”

“Fine.” I huffed. Spike stared at their ship for a moment before the power flickered back on. Spike pressed a button and Snips and Snails came back onto the screen.

“So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to eject all the money and valuables from your cargo, and you’re going to fly away. Are we understood?” Spike said factually. There was a long pause before the screen clicked off. I saw several crates released from Snip’s airlock moments later. “Happy?” Spike asked, turning to me as Snip’s ship started to fly away.

“Maybe.” I said. A smaller ship came into view and started to bring the cargo into Icarus. “I’d question that if I had the ability to care right now.” I said.

“So you got your money, anywhere in specific you want us to drop you off?” Spike asked, eyeing me quietly.

“Actually…” I said quickly. Spike just groaned and let his head fall back. “What? I don’t want to get kidnapped!” He just looked at me for a moment before leaning in, staring silently. “What?”

“Why you?” Spike pondered, looking me up and down with genuine interest.

“I’m a mare and I’m alone.” I said quickly.

“No…” Spike said seriously, staring almost coldly at me. “It’s more than that. There’s a reason you’re here, on this ship. THIS ship. The people we were after just happened to be the ones you are after. Who are you?” He asked.

“I already told you who I am.” I stated.

“I know your name, that’s not what I’m asking.” Spike said, standing up and approaching me slowly.

“Why does it matter?” I questioned as I stood up and backed away from him.

“If you’re not behind this, then someone else is. Someone wanted us to be together because they know me.” Spike said, still walking towards me.

“What the hell are you talking about? I wanted to pull a bounty on those two idiots and Bulk offered to help!” I said defensively.

“Why were they on your planet? Of all places it was you. They happened to have the stolen cargo there, the stolen ship there. Someone wanted me to run into you, and they knew Bulk wouldn’t let you get hurt.” Spike said.

“You’re crazy.” I said.

“Crazy from experience.” Spike joked. He stared at me for a few more moments. “Maybe I am overreacting, but maybe I’m not. Either way…”

There was a knocking on the door. Spike turned and saw the owl peek in and nod. “Well the engines are fixed. You know what else?” Spike asked.

“What?” I asked.

“I think you might be trying to kill me.” Spike said calmly.

“Why would I be trying to kill you?” I asked.

“Simple… You infiltrate my ship and break my engines just in time for Snips and Snails to catch up. Do you see where I’m going with this?” Spike said, eyeing me suspiciously.

“One. I’m not going to kill you. Two. You’re fucking crazy. And three. I’M NOT GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” I shouted.

“I’m sure.” Spike smiled, turning and taking a seat again in the pilot’s seat. A few buttons later the blackness of space began twisting into a sea of white again. “Even if you are, the people who sent you know me well enough to know that I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“What are you going on about now?” I questioned as my curiosity peaked.

“Because if something happened to you then I don’t get paid.” Spike said after a short pause. “Casualties n’ all…”

“You haven’t answered my question. What the hell are you talking about?” I stated.

“I just told you… No civilian casualties. If you got hurt then I wouldn’t get my money for the cargo.” Spike repeated.

“Why would that... “ I started.

“Unless you’re not a civilian.” Spike suggested, turning to me.

“I didn’t say that!” I said quickly.

“If you’re unarmed, you’re a civilian. So why don’t you give me the gun?” Spike asked calmly, holding his hand out.

I stared blankly at him for a few moments, “How…” I started to mumble.

“If someone is playing me, you’re definitely not part of it. You don’t even know how to use one of those do you?” Spike asked.

“I do!” I said quickly.

“Oh really? So you’re not a civilian then?” Spike raised an eyebrow. “So not only did you get onto my ship, you broke my engine and almost got us killed, and now you’re alone with the captain in the cockpit with a gun that you ‘know how to use’.” Spike questioned. “That sounds like an assassin to me.”

“If I’m an assassin then why didn’t I kill you earlier when everyone was distracted?” I questioned.

“That’s a great question. You might want to check the gun.” Spike said.

I pulled the gun out of my pants and noticed that it felt a little lighter than before. I saw the clip had been taken out. I stared wide eyed at the empty gun. My mind reeled, how could anyone have gotten it out without me noticing? “You know it’s easy to make mistakes when the ship is rattling and shaking about.” Spike said. “You had the gun in the back of your pants, handle out. The clip goes into the bottom of the handle, into the chamber. You didn’t see me come in when you were in the cargo ship with Bulk, and I can tell when there’s an outline of a gun in someone’s pants.” He smiled. “So if you tried to kill me, I would have heard a click. And guess what? I didn’t.”

“So why exactly were you questioning if I was an assassin? That seems like a complete waste of time.” I stated.

“Because I wanted to see what you’d do.” Spike said. “If you WERE an assassin, the time to kill me would have been when I was questioning your identity, and I’m sure you’d try it.”

“I have one question now.” I said.

“What would that be?” He asked.

“Why the hell would you stare at a mare’s ass perv?” I questioned.

“Well you could have had an extra clip…” Spike started, scratching his neck.

“Mmhm. Nice excuse.” I said with a sly grin.

“And you know, people can hide those things anywhere. Hell you might have a grenade in there!” Spike said, pointing to my crotch.

My grin grew even wider. “I’m sure you’d just love to check wouldn’t you?” I asked coyly.

“I like having my genitals not exploded.” Spike chuckled.

“I’m sure that’s it.” I nodded. The whiteness outside the ship slowly faded to black, and I saw the surroundings had changed. There was a large green planet in front of us that we were heading towards.

“Well it looks like we’re here.” Spike said, staring at the many stations and ships in orbit above the bustling planet.

“I noticed.” I said. Spike glanced back at me and started laughing. “What?” I questioned stepping up to him.

“Nothing.” Spike shook his head, turning back to the planet. “Welcome to the crew kid.”