Galaxies of Only Herself

Chapter 4

I removed my helmet, then hopped out of my plane, placing a hand on my wound as I winced and clenched my teeth together. The wound was still terribly sore without proper care, despite all I did to heal it. I strolled to the ocean core of Puig, similar to an eaten apple, and looked at my feet. I've had on my armor for at least 10 quintents, but its shine was still there. Despite I knew the reason why, it still seemed strange to me. I walked closer to the ocean, letting my feet get washed up on. I lifted my head to voices behind me, and turned around. I saw a small Puigian who seemed to be dianty with the large vase, despite her strength and muscle.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" they asked, and rested the vase on their hip.

"Oh, no you didn't." I answered, shaking my head. They hurried passed me, and filled their large vase with water.  I watched them struggle lifting the large vase, and I pitied them.

"Would you like me to help you with that?" I offered, stepping deeper into the water.

"Oh, yes of course!" they spoke, relieved for the assistance. I removed my hand from the wound, and lowered my hands to receive the large burden. My wound screamed as the weight was put on my hands and I winced.

"Alright, let's be off!" they exclaimed, dusting off their hands before leading me to a nearby barn.

time skip!

I set the large vase of water down gently, and sighed with exhaustion and relief, then rubbed the back of my neck as I examined the barn's interior.

"Come!You must meet my family!" the small Puigian announced, paying no attention to my blood soaked bandage as they grabbed my hand enthusiastically. 

"Alright." I muttered, thinking it of unusual, but shrugging it off as a custom strange to me.

Soon we arrived at the home, big enough for me with a little bit of extra space at least. They lead me into a room, pleasantly decorated in lovely rugs and decor. Two other Puigians sat at a table, having a strange drink.

"Neroli and Dalia, this is a new friend of mine!" they introduced, bringing me to the table.

"Uhm, hello." I greeted, starting to be creeped out. These people are too nice, it doesn't seem right. And just as I thought it, two Galrans grabbed one arm. A third came from behind me and dropped a form of currency into the tallest Puig, named Neroli. They shook hands, and smiled. Then they led me to a Galra ship and led me to where ever.

This wouldn't be the first time I would be betrayed.