Galaxy (GIVEN UP)

Chapter 20

Virgil nudged Roman with his foot again. "Please, for the love of anythin', wake up!" He snapped. "Ya're too heavy to drag along and I need some help here!"

Virgil jumped back and swiped at the vine curling around his ankle. The dead thing slithered away into the trees. This whole planet was alive. This whole planet was a death trap.

"Roman, for the love of Genar, please?!" Virgil pleaded sharply. "I need ya to wake up or we're both dead."

With a cough, Roman sat up. He put a hand to his throat, trying to wheeze out a breath. Virgil sighed in relief.

"Thank the world ya're alive." He said. "Now, get up! We need to run."

"I've just woken up from being, what, dead?" Roman asked. "And you're asking me to run?!"

"I know it's not ideal but ya know what's also not ideal?!" Virgil swung wildly at the vines reaching down above him. They fell to the floor with a whine. "Gettin' eaten by fucking killer plants!" Virgil rolled his eyes and reached his hand down to Roman. "Just get up and run."

Roman grabbed his hand and pulled himself up. "Wow, so thoughtful." He said sarcastically.

"I think not leavin' ya here to die is pretty thoughtful." Virgil snarled. "Now, come on!"

He ran, pulling the stumbling Roman along behind him.

"Hey, Virge, your droid-" Roman started as they reached the edge of the forest.

"Oh, forget the fuckin' droid!" Virgil snapped. "We can get vitias on a planet that doesn't want to fry our skin in blood!"

"That was strangely specific and terrifying." Roman said. Virgil pulled him sharply and he nearly fell on his face. "Maybe don't do that!" But Virgil was running again. Roman leaned his head back and tried to take a breath.

"Months of Resistance training and yet I never learnt how to run after nearly being killed." He thought as he set off after Virgil again. "Odd, that."

Virgil punched a button on the bottom of the Kaboom Raa 16 and practically flew up the landing ramp. "Princey, hurry up!" He snapped.

"Easy for you to say, you haven't been-" Roman felt something wrap around his chest and screamed. The grass was trying to wrap around him and knock him over. Roman slapped at it, breaking it's hold.

"Okay, yep, running, hurrying up." He said quickly, putting on a spurt of speed from apparently nowhere. Virgil threw the hook over his head and started pulling the landing ramp up as soon as he'd flopped onto the floor of the ship.

"Oh, Jesus Christ." Roman's words were accompanied by the crunch of the landing ramp. "Oh, sweet Jesus flipping Christ."

"I don't know what ya're sayin', Princey." Virgil said, flipping a couple switches on the the wall. "But ya'd better be prayin' for this hunk'a'junk to work right now cause no way we can stand up to a livin' planet."

When Roman didn't reply, Virgil glanced round at him. "Ya are alright, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Roman replied sarcastically. "Just got strangled by killer vines who wanted to make a meal of me and then had to run a good couple miles back to the ship. Feels like everything inside me is burning but apart from that I'm fine."

"I'll check that out for ya once we're off this planet." Virgil said. Roman sat up, catching his breath, and stood up shakily.

"Nah, I got it." He said. "One thing the Resistance teaches you is to look after yourself."

"Does it also teach ya how to waste time?" Virgil asked through gritted teeth. "Cause'that's what ya're doin' right now, Princey. Get us off this damn planet!"

"Okay, okay, Jesus." Roman said. "But it can't get at us in here, can it?"

Virgil shrugged. "I'd rather not find out."

Sorry this is so bad, I'm tired. And it's not like anyone's reading this (and actucally enjoying it) anyway.
Bye,
Blaize