[imgleft]https://i.imgur.com/ebzBZlC.jpg[/imgleft][img]https://i.imgur.com/hZpvxuJ.jpg[/img][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [color=black][size=10.5]Once their commander returned, he had with him team [i]Aurora[/i], who he formally informed them that he would be removing. It seemed he had a change of mind. The two shorties took a seat among their squadron and turned their attention onto the Cyborg. The briefing started with what sounded like a practiced introductory statement, followed by a lengthy explanation of life on Tasnaytis, followed by all its inhabitants; none of which, looked friendly at all. Bet none of them were vegetarians, either. They might have had an inside man who was going to help them out with the initial landing. But from there, they would no doubt be on their own. The more Vedaric went on, the more hopeless Nova was beginning to feel. This planet was designed to kill him, he was convinced. What was the point of inhabiting this planet? [i]Who[/i], in their right mind, would decide “let’s live here!” ******** insane people!! The stressed out Navigator lowered his hands from the back of his head. Taking his feet off the table as well. He held his breath, keeping at bay the terrified thoughts that circulated through his mind. This wasn’t why he joined Penumbra. He came for the flying aspect, not this s**t. The meeting seemed to fly right by, despite the lengthy explanations they were given. When Vedaric asked for any questions, no one spoke up. They were dismissed shortly thereafter. Nova shuffled out of the room, without any comment. He didn’t bother to check if his Fighter was following. Though, it was safe to assume he was. Their missions began tomorrow, and they all needed their rest. Might be their last chance to get any. It felt like he was losing his sense of control. All the decisions he made up until this point, no longer felt like his own. His life, as he saw it, was no longer in his clever hands. He hacked his way into the system, but he couldn’t as easily hack his way out. And, he didn’t want to. Death mission or not, there was no point in living if he couldn’t fly freely. And Penumbra, offered that much to him. Even if they did demote him. Or maybe, he just simply had nothing else. Nowhere else to run. Nowhere else to go to. All of the galaxies in the universe, and he was stuck as a dog of the Core; convincing himself it was his best option. When really, the simple truth was, he was no one, with nothing. Clinging to a desperate childish dream to be the best pilot in the goddam Cosmos. But what good would a dead pilot be? As soon as he reached his personal bunk, Nova ripped off his boots, one by one, then slammed them with all his might into the wall. But he said nothing. He didn’t bother picking them up, either. He unzipped the top half of his uniform, revealing a red t shirt underneath that had a simple black star plastered in the middle. [color=#aa3344]”I’m ganna die. I’m ganna [********] die.”[/color] The stressed out Navigator announced to himself, throwing his hands up in the air, as if there was nothing he could do but accept his fate. He approached his bed, then picking up his iPod, frantically shuffling through the thing; as if, he could find a song to listen to that would calm his nerves. But it was useless. [color=#aa3344]”Giant, man eating worms. Are you [********] KIDDING ME!?”[/color] The short blonde exploded, turning to face Juno, as if he had all the answers. iPod in one hand, other hand held outstretched to the side; exasperated. He turned around, grabbing at his blonde hair; pulling at the roots. He took in a deep breath through his nose, then just held it there. Eyes gazed at his messy bed sheets; those of which, he never bothered to make. He never really did. He suddenly turned around to let himself fall onto his bed; sitting down. Hands returned to his propped up knees. Frantically flipping through his iPod again. Attempting to find [i]something[/i] to distract himself with. His thumb vigorously slid across the touchscreen. His hands were practically shaking. But, once again, he found nothing. Not that, his eyes were really seeing anything. He sat there, in silence; head slightly tilted down as he stared at the song titles on the glowing screen. 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