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 E3029
Ocea
Stopper sat on the ground with his legs on the seat before him, while Wyatt slouched and pushed his legs off. He flipped through the tablet in his lap with his brows scrunched. His hand brushed in the stubbles on the top of his head, slowly growing back the dark brown strands.
I ripped the tablet from him, crawling away. "Not like that," I said, exiting all the tabs he opened. "The lost prince said we had a mole in the Saviors, and looking at all the accounts would only flag your logs."
Thomas sat up from his lying position, looking green in the face. He snapped his fingers, pointing at the ceiling before falling back onto the metal floor with the helmet bouncing. The pod rocked to the side, causing Wyatt to fall slightly forward and Stopper to hold on to my leg.
"Dylan!" Stopper yelled. "Control the horse."
Becca gripped her chair before looking at us from around her seat with a shocked expression. The lights in the spaceship blinked off and on quickly, and Wyatt's tablet glitched, shocking me.
"Ouch," I said, tossing it.
Wyatt tried to grab it, but it electrocuted him while he jumped back. "Fuck." He glanced at Dylan. "Anything to get us on Nus? I don't think Thomas can take this much longer."
Thomas moaned on the ground with his hands over the front shield of his helmet. The lights flickered again while it rocked us to one side of the ship.
"I'm trying," Dylan said. "When I get too close to the Nus, the power glitches on the pod."
I tipped sideways, leaning against Stopper, gripping his shoulder to stand. Stumbling to the front of the spaceship, I fell into the back of the seats, bumping helmets with Beccas. My breathing echoed in the glass casing while my reflection shined with the light back at me. The blue in one eye reminded me of my father, while the purple in the other sparked darker than my mother's. I glanced past my face at the lights from the Nus while it shadowed over us, showing its size.
"Wow," I said with my jaw open and inhaled deeply into my soul while my exhale released the inner relief.
The illumination from the lights danced with the clouds, blinking in areas. Smog floated out of pipes, a black smoke painting the blue sky. Humming vibrated from the Nus. Loud beeps with flashes of orange radiance.
"This is dope," Stopper said beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, ruining my moment with my father's first home.
Wyatt knocked on Stop's helmet and pushed him to the side. "Over there," he said, pointing at a darker area under the Nus. "Have you checked that?"
Dylan leaned forward, moving the ship in the direction. "How did I not see that?"
"He wants to kill me," Thomas mumbled from the ground, rolling over into a ball. "If we don't land soon, I will upchuck in this helmet."
