"How long till we arrive at Tycho Five?" Eric asks me.
"ETA 15 minutes I say to both Eric and the operator at the planetary warp controller.
"Awesome. You know, it's been a while since we've eaten," Eric replies, implying having a victory feast about our capture of Griffin Graves.
"Yeah. Computer, protocol Alpha, Sapphire, and Pickle. Also run protocol six five nine two," I say.
"Commands acknowledged. Report to cafeteria in five point nine seconds for a feast for capturing the infamous, Griffin Graves," The computer announces throughout the ship.
"Let's get this party started!" Vara, Vexon and Midnight all say at once.
"Ah. It's nice to finally know that Griffin is going behind bars for twenty hours, after having his trial, and all of us get a gun. None of us will know which gun the bullet is going to be in, so he'll have expect that we all have the bullet," I say to Dillan, who was busy drinking a bottle of grape soda.
"I know. The second you here that 'bang', you know it's over," Dillan replies grabbing me a grape soda. "These things are good! The ship made them from just water."
"Parties are just worthless celebrations. Mainly all celebrations are worthless. My birthdays were always terrible," Griffin says, moaning over all his memories. The music that was playing had suddenly stopped and everyone was staring at him.
"What? Can't I relive my past in peace?" Griffin says.
"YOU JUST KILLED THE PARTY! NO WONDER YOU NEVER GOT INVITED!" Sierra says, grabbing a gun and setting it to Knockout and firing ten rapid fire shots at him.
"There goes the party," I say, finishing my grape soda, and heading back to the cockpit.
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Eternal Planets
FantasyThis book is about Earth being saved from it's previous inhabitants. At the literal center of the universe lays a deadly laser, capable of destroying anything, whether it be an asteroid, or a star. Will our hero save Earth? Or will she die trying?
