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Traveling with Scrapper 142, Aurora wasn't sure as to just how much she could trust this drunkard of a woman. They traveled together for what seemed to be weeks, which Aurora found odd how quickly time passed on this trash planet. Yes, of all the places someone like Aurora could possibly land, it was a planet formed by trash and scavengers. Of course, being the physical being of all things good in the universe, this put quite a dampener on her mood. The only good on this planet was the capital because of the rich, but even Aurora knew the rich were no good. The Scrapper had explained to her the contest of champions and how, similar to the days of the Roman Empire, champions fought for the entertainment of the Grandmaster. Aurora had yet to meet the man, however, because findings were slim and Scrapper 142 was growing anxious with her lack of ability to find a champion for the Grandmaster.
"Why do you do this?" Aurora asked as they were flying her ship on the hunt for anything living, "Hunt for champions and other things you can sell to him?"
Scrapper simply shrugged, "I need the money."
"To fund your alcoholism? Seems unnecessary," the being scoffed, twirling a lock of her light hair absentmindedly as she spoke. She had lost her godly shimmer, at least, it had dimmed greatly. Aurora knew this planet was having a terrible effect on her, but a sinking feeling told her that her human form, in general, had something to do with it as well.
The woman rolled her eyes and lifted a bottle to her lips, "It doesn't count if it's a coping mechanism."
"For what exactly?"
Meeting her eyes, Aurora could practically feel a shiver go down her spine. In that one look, Aurora could see those eyes had seen too much in her days. With one word, the hairs on the back of Aurora's neck stood on end. "Grief."
As the woman turned back to face the terrain, Aurora shifted uncomfortably in her seat and refrained from saying anything else. Maybe she had underestimated the woman next to her, but still, alcohol wasn't healthy in a state of grief. It wasn't healthy in general. Aurora could tell this simply by the effect it had on the woman next to her. It was easy to see how destroyed she was internally.
"What's that?" the woman asked as their eyes landed on a group of scavengers, crowing around and attempting to capture something, or, someone. Sure enough, in the middle of the crowd attempting to defend himself, was Thor.
"Holy shit," Aurora mumbled. She doesn't think she had ever muttered a curse word in millions of years of existence, but the moment called for it. Rising up out of her seat she pointed to him, "I know him. Get him out of there, please, I need to speak with him. His whole realm is in danger he cannot die here."
Scrapper 142 furrowed her brow, but something in her trusted Aurora's urgency as she landed the ship and opened the door. Looking at the blonde woman she rested her hand on the other's as if motioning for her to stay put. It caused goosebumps to rise on Aurora's skin, something she had never seen before. She would say she was getting used to the ordeals of being human, but that was a bald-faced lie if she's ever heard one.
