Edited by Ryn
Phil pinched the bridge of his nose as the call symbol came up in the ship's small, holographic screen. He knew the ship's ID. He didn't care for the owners. The Dream Team, the most infamous human poachers. The eldest would pretend to be some online celebrity; he called himself 'GeorgeNotFound.' He forced some poor human to make videos of him and just used his own human disguise as that person's 'face reveal.' He'll walk in public, waiting for the paparazzi or crazed fans to follow him, then his 'body guard,' Sapnap, would drag them off. Then, finally, the ringleader, Dream, would take them on board.
He glanced to the quarters, wondering if he needed to wake up the other two. He shrugged it off, and clicked the 'accept' button. Needless to say, he didn't expect what he saw.
It was the leader, a prominent criminal known for his ties on the government, tied up, mask discarded. His face seemed to be injured. He spoke up, in a quiet but terrified voice: "Phil! My friend! Hey buddy, we need your help," Phil cocked an eyebrow at the statement. "My— our— the ship was overtaken by savages. Please, just one last thing. You owe us anyways! Do you remember what happened in—"
Phil sharply inhaled. "No need to remind me, Dream. I'll hack into your mainframe and see the level of threat. I'll get back to you in a moment, alright? Alright." He watched as the other's eyes widened, but before he could object, Phil hung up.
It took him a moment, but soon enough he was in the camera system. He flicked through the cameras before he got to the main control panel. For the second time that night, Phil was surprised.
He watched as two human fledgelings danced around the wheel as some sort of half human tried to work it. They seemed to have dug around and found their way into human radio stations and caught stray waves from Earth. Somehow, they were listening to Earth music. The shorter shouting something about, 'Jessie and Ari.' Perhaps those were their names. 'Jessie' and 'Ari' would be strange names for two human, male fledglings, from what he had heard.
One thing is for sure; everything about this situation seemed strange.
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Oneshots from Stories that Where Never Meant To Be
RandomI send way too many story prompts/exerts of stories to my friend Ryn. What's the problem ? I'll probably never write the full story. So I've decided to put them here. Cover Credit : Head (that's their signature)
