Alien A**holes (Tallest x reader)

32. Run

(Warning: brief implications of suicide/depression)

The journey through the massive was fairly smooth sailing, but only figuratively. It was also extremely bumpy and painful on my part, earning me a crick in the neck, a pain in my back and a nasty glare to send Red when I was prepared to step out.

In such a rage, I had to resist the urge to physically wrap my hands around his neck whilst he smugly smirked in my direction before turning around in arrogant fashion. I raised my hands, mimicking the action behind his back until purple physically had to push them down before Red could see.

Still, without the gesture, I growled in annoyance.

I looked along the line of escape pods we were now standing in front of, counting each one carefully and analysing their features. Each one had a dome-like shape above, which thinned into a sharp bottom section as my eyes descended down the shape. On the inside of each one, there was a large control panel filled with buttons, levers and a steering wheel. The whole ship appeared like a large cockpit, though that is supposedly all you'd need in an emergency.

Within the walls of each pod, there were also storage units. I inspected each one, taking note of each cabinets function as I looked through a variety of essentials such as snacks, drinks, weaponry and a small pack of medical supplies. Of course, the tallest made the snack cabinet highest priority among these storage units.

Whilst my focus was stuck on the interior of my escape route, Red had been working on setting a location on the ships radar. His hands expertly typed commands and impressively advanced looking codes, setting the ship on course for wherever I may be going.

I wished I was able to get to earth this way, but these ships just had no power in comparison to others within the armada. Though they did tell me they'd send a better ship my way when everything dies down and they are able to steer the control brains away from suspicion. Though I couldn't be certain if they just said it to get me out of their antennae.

"Alright. That should send you to planet Juno." Began Red, pulling away from the screen to face my direction. "They're a pretty peaceful race so I'm sure they'll welcome you fairly quickly, providing you don't offend them like you did with us."

I paused.

"YOU. FLEW. INTO. A. SPACE. ANOMALY!"

"It was one time!" Purple rebuked, throwing his arms in the air and holding up his finger in emphasis.

I didn't respond to that, giving him a half-lidded expression of disbelief before giving up with a sigh.

I still wasn't sure how the two of them could be so carefree both back then and even now, but there was something different. Our relationship wasn't the same as it used to be, but it's still not exactly friendly.

I like to think we're making progress, though there's still much to work on.

Purple, though the nicest of the two, can still be selfish and stubborn to the point of it being unbearable. He has improved though, simply by being more open and friendly towards me and has been the tallest to give me (albeit vague) warnings.

Red, on the other hand, is definetly still mean. But somehow it feels far less malicious and more playful now. He clearly still thinks little of me, but it's shifting even if only a bit.

"Alright, once you hit this button the countdown will initiate and the ship will automatically launch." Red explained, stepping farther away from the console as to give me a better view. "The autopilot should activate and take you directly to planet Juno."

I nodded, taking the information in as best I could. It was surprisingly difficult to keep track of seemingly simple information, though it was likely due to the reason for such a journey and not the journey itself.