After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E2996
Beck
A fog floated in with the morning smells and whispered with the wind blowing in the forest. The fire in the tent sparked a violet shade from Kat's abilities while skulls from the colossus males hung in areas around our sleeping space. Noises from the fire party lasted until the sun calmed the arid tribe into sleep.
Kat sat on the grass bed, picking at her fingers while we waited for Jag to bring a map. Her purple eyes glanced at me before whistling and glaring at Rob. I paced in the beams of light in the tent as the morning bugs sang with a low buzz.
"Ready," Ray said and tugged her backpack on tighter. "Beck, please stay here while Rob and I do what we do best."
"And what is that?" I asked sarcastically, raising one brow.
Ray glared at me before grabbing Rob's arm and yanking him out of the tent. Jag staggered back, not expecting them to exit simultaneously with him entering. He smiled at my sister and Rob as they rushed by him and held the map up for me. Kat jumped from the bed, snagging the bug skin from him before I could.
"So why do you need the map?" Jag asked, fixing the bullring on his nose.
Kat glanced at me before opening the map on the ground and crisscrossing her legs. "This guy thinks he's smart and figured out our mission."
"Kitty!" I yelled before looking at Jag. "Let's talk about this when someone leaves." I sat across from Kat. "Listening ears."
"Yeah, still here and invested now," Jag said, plopping next to Kat.
"Okay," Kat replied, pointing at the river on the map flowing by the city. "We are looking for the first human ship that landed on Safforia." Her purple eyes met mine. "There is something on it we need."
"Why the first ship?" Jag asked, flipping the insect map and pointing to a unique area. "This was the last area I saw it." He smiled at me. "Ship three zero five had been on my tribe watch list since it landed. It hadn't moved from that spot in a very long time, but recently, the humans used it and brought it back within the night."
"You know the number to it?" I asked, tilting my head.
"Yeah, you simple species always number your shit, so we used it for our tracking." Jag shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable with the awkward insect skin around his torso.
I pointed at the spot my ship had been since I landed and dragged my finger across to our location before shifting to the current location of the MOS ship. Kat drew a terrible bunny, a skull, and a rocket ship that looked like a banana in the areas I pointed.
"Three zero five," I said. "Also, if the numbers slightly alter correctly, M-O-S," I explained for the hundredth time to Kat, who deadpanned me.
