Fire Sky

Chapter 3 - A Direction to Head in

Chapter 3 - A Direction to Head in

Atlas let go of all the emotion and shock in his body before turning so that it didn't look like she had completely scared the crud out of him.

She was lounging on the pilot's seat with her back to the console and her legs dangling over the armrest. The boy sat in the seat next to hers and tried mimicking her movements.

Her blue brow arched over her eerie white eyes. "Is there a problem?"

Lorik elbowed Atlas in the stomach, bringing him out quickly out of his shocked silence, "Ah, no problem at all. We were just waiting on...how did you get in?"

She gave him a wicked smirk, "I have mad skills."

"Judging by what I expect you did in the park, I do not doubt it," he rubbed the back of his neck. "What exactly happened out there?" he asked as he stepped back into the plane.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I did what I had to to give you time to get him to safety," she looked to the boy, who was now asleep in the seat. She smiled at his dozing form.

Looking back to Atlas she asked again, "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah, you're in my seat," Lorik told her bluntly as he crossed his arms over his chest, discreetly bringing his hand to rest on the gun at his side.

She instantly got up from her seat and walked over to stand beside the boy, watching over him.

Lorik took his seat but kept his right arm, the one hidden from her view by his body, on the butt of his gun.

Atlas locked the door and and Lorik set the ship off. Quickly, Atlas went into the back room and found the Gren still unconscious. He looked to the other two crewmen who were sitting at the table, "Is he going to be okay?"

One of the men looked up, "Yeah, he'll be fine. He just needs to stay still and we'll keep waking him up every while or so till he's recovered."

Atlas nodded and went back to the main cabin, "Gren's apparently got a concussion."

Lorik didn't look back at him, "Well what did you expect? You fell on him."

Atlas just leaned back against the console and braced himself for the plane's ascent from the parking hanger.

Once the plane was midair and on its way back to their ship, Lorik put it on autopilot and spun in his chair to look at the girl, just as Atlas was doing.

"What was your name again?"

The girl smirked as she leaned against the chair where the little boy slept through it all, "I didn't."

"And what exactly are we supposed to call you, if you're travelling with us?"

She scrunched her eyes in thought, both of them catching the movement, before she finally spoke. "Call me Aura," she said with an odd twist of her lips.

"And the boy?" Lorik asked as he lounged back in his chair, visibly relaxed.

She looked down to him and her features softened, "His name is Grey." She looked to Atlas, "You need to watch him. He's important to me and if anything happens to him..."

Atlas' mind flashed back to how her eyes had been completely enveloped in red when she'd perceived a danger to Grey.

He nodded, "I'll do my best."

She nodded back at him.

"Where do we need to take him?" Lorik asked into the silence that had settled.

The girl moved her gaze over to Lorik, "He needs to be taken to the Medic Outpost-7A on Demar. A woman there called Calliope will know what to do from there."

Lorik nodded and spun around to the screen before stopping suddenly and turning back, "Wait. Where did he come from in the first place?"

Aura only blinked.

Atlas put his face in his hands, "We do not do kidnappings Aura! If he's been taken from his family and your doing something illegal then we are dumping your butt at the next Patrol station."

Atlas didn't notice her eyes go red until she was standing right in front of him and shoving him backwards, "I am not a criminal. He hated where he was and all I can do is make it better. Now are you going to take him there or will we be getting off now?"

Atlas' fury took over the shock, "I am not jeopardizing my crew's safety on the whim of a boy! If he's having problems at him then he can tell the authorities and they'll solve."

She began to shake, the red haze from her eyes overtaking the rest of her body. But even with the anger so evident in her body, her voice was unnaturally calm.

That scared Atlas.

"His life is terrible enough. He lost the only person he cared for and who truly cared for him during the Earth Fire. Nobody knew what happened to her and he was left with a sister that didn't care for more than looking after her image. I am taking him to where his sister worked and where someone there will be able to watch over him till I can find her."

Atlas looked over to the boy. He could relate.

His mother had only been interested in the way she looked. She'd even gone as far as choosing a husband based only on his looks so that he could compliment her beauty. To say she had been obsessed was something. He'd grown up in a household where the looks were valued and he's hated it. His father had been worse, especially when he'd had his accident.

Someone had blown up one of the fighter planes in the hanger where he'd parked his own plane. It had caused a large scar down one cheek and had marred his 'beauty'. Atlas' mother had left them and he and his father and looked to the stars. 

Their ship was even named after her...in a fashion.

Looking at Grey, he could only feel sadness.

Letting out a sigh, he looked back to Aura, "I'll take him."

She calmed down instantly and the white returned to her eyes.

Lorik let out a sigh as he turned back to see that they were off Earth and making it through the ozone layer.

"Guys, ETA to The Cruella is in less than a minute."

"Good," Atlas said as he moved to look over Lorik's shoulder at their ship, "How long till we get the the Shahara Sector?"

Lorik used the ob-board computers and calculated what they were carrying on-board the ship as well as the current supplies, "With one stop at the Ursula Sect, we can get there in about five days."

Atlas looked back at the sleeping boy in the co-piolot's seat and the blue girl that stood over him, watching him and guarding him against anything that would harm him.

This is gonna be one hell of an ride.

A/N: I know this is a sort of filler, but there was no way it could be helped, some things needed to be said. Anyway...don't forget to vote and comment!