The Protectors; Book 3

Escapees

Dex's POV:

"Illoha. You are aware of the risk you're taking, right?" I ask.
She stands defiantly, "I won't marry him. No matter the cost." She frowns.
"Illoha we're talking that you will never be Governor. That's something you nearly gave Foxete up for." Keeva sighs.
"I don't have a choice. First it will be marriage... then the public will force us to have kids." She shudders, "It's just what happens in royal politics!"
"I want to stay." Icey speaks up.
We all look at her concerned.
"Why?" Keeva asks.
"I'm not of use to the crew. I feel I would be better making relations here." She sighs.
We all look at eachother.
"If that's what you want, sure." I nod.
She smiles and walks out of the room.
"So, how do we escape?" Keori asks.
"We get everyone on the ship and leave. It's not like they'll blast Illoha out of the sky." I shrug, "We have no binds here. Illoha, make an excuse to your father that we have to assist another ship. Then we leave."
Everyone nods.
"Let's get off this horrible planet. No offense guys." Foxy pipes up.
"Keori do a head count. We leave as soon as Illoha returns." I command.
Everyone files out, except Illoha.
"You alright?" I ask her.
"Just thinking." She frowns.
"About what?"
"Fox."
"What about her?"
"What she'd do to Mika." She laughs.
"She'd kill Malra first." I shake my head.
"Yeah."
We sit in silence.
"If she's alive, we'll get her." I reassure her.
Tears pool in her eyes,"That's what I'm afraid about."
"What? Coming clean that you're a shitty girlfriend? She'd forgive you."
"Exactly. I don't deserve it." She sighs.
"Problems for later." I shrug, "Problem for now is not being married off to a creep."
"Agreed." She laughs.
"So go!" I shoo her.
She chuckles and walks off.

I'm gonna appreciate the peace I have before all hell breaks loose if Foxete returns alive like Ru thinks.

Illiana's POV:

My job is simple, distract the General of transportation. Simple.
"Hey Phil!" I walk up to him. I see the Protectors ship fire up in the distance.
"How's the family?" I ask.
"Oh, not so good General." He sighs.
"What that?" I ask. The ship is preparing to take off.
"My son got that bad fever sickness. Might die."
Holy shit this got deep fast.
"Oh... I'm... so sorry. I'm so sorry Phil..." I say shocked.
"Nah, it's alright. It's only the middle child." He shakes his head.
The ship takes off.
"Really? Well, I hope he gets better." I nod. My Gods.
"Not much you can do." He shrugs and turns to the console.
"Hey wasn't there a big, ugly, grey and red ship here 5 minutes ago?" He asks.
"No clue. Bye!" I scurry off.

Why is my planet so odd?

(475 words)