He sneered. Fred sounded like a simple man's name. Not that he ever bothered to get a proper education... He shrugged it off. "Get below deck, child! Yer makin' me nervous. Besides," he sniffed, "I suppose you should fed."
(Yeah! Great idea! Can we have them go ahead and crash? Because then just keep falling over!
)
(Yeah, I was waiting for someone to reach the panel, but this is better.)(Yeah! Great idea! Can we have them go ahead and crash? Because then just keep falling over!
(Hehe cool!You want to Start?)
Steam emanated from the ship. All was silenced but Erin's occasional sob as she lay over her fallen Bond. The humans all slowly rose, shuffling to the nearest window. The impossible had happened. "We're home" someone whispered. The boy who had first fired the ray gun stood with a grin on his face. He turned away from the group, picked up a few of the gadgets from the broken glass.
Atalanta just laid on the floor, tears glimmering in her eyes. She saw no point to it anymore. Why should she keep trying to survive, especially now in this alien hellhole. And her beauty would be used against her. She was almost certain, and from what she had been told, that being a slave would be her destiny. She looked at the other humans, scanning them for hope.
"You can go." Erin said, looking up from the lifeless Huronian. "It doesn't m-matter anymore." She swallowed hard, motioning out the window where a group of people had already gathered. "They know. They'll find out everything. They'll kill-" She shoved her face into Patches' body as her voice broke. "T-they'll kill them all."
"Fine." Aster grumbled under her breath, wanting to sound more difficult than she was. Quietly she slipped off below deck, anxious to eat.
