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I stare at the dumbstruck faces of the rest of my crew. This has been the third total genocide under the name of The Ghost King. Interstellar police are going crazy trying to track him down. While we, in the S.S. Olympus, desperately try to assist them.

Nothing this crazy has ever happened in space. Not since the demigods had began springing up and banding together. The public don't know what's happening.

While "The Ghost King" is going on a rampage. The demigods have another problem as well, a titan uprising relating to the great prophecy and Kronos and a whole lot of other bullshit. The state of the crew is a mess as we all try to get a handle on things.

I observe my friends as they sit in silence.

"What should we do?" I say, to finally break the ice.

"WHAT SHOULD WE DO? Will, I don't know ANYMORE! The gods are being absolutely useless! They cower deep into the galaxy where nobody can touch them because they prefer to do nothing! Our own director, Dionysus, has disappeared somewhere! We're doomed!" Miranda Gardiner, a child of Demeter, wails.

"Hey- we don't know that. What about the stars? Has the prophecy gleaned anything from the stars?" I reply gently.

"Nothing," Annabeth speaks up, "I still suggest a un-issued quest," She continues.

This stirs up a conversation at the table. To issue a quest we'd need permission from the government, and the only way to do that is to receive a prophecy from the stars. Nobody believes that the stars will actually say anything though, because they've been dormant for eons.

The government would never let the S.S Olympus issue a quest without a prophecy, ever since the reveal of super-powered astronauts, the government kept a tight restriction over us, in belief that we could be dangerous. Now, as the clearly super-powered demigod keeps up his murdering sprees, the governments backed up against a wall. Without our help, the galaxy will be doomed.

More argument starts, but a sharp pound on the table from Percy snaps everyone back to attention. Percy radiates control, he was elected captain, being one of the most powerful demigods on board.

"We can't Annabeth. We already have a lot going on. To spread out more of our people would be asking Nico to come after us," he pressed.

At the word of Nico's name, the mood darkens even more. We refer to him by his new alias, The Ghost King, less we talk about him at all. He's like a sour lemon, a thorn in our side. A thorn that hurts a fucking lot.

"The titan's are being more and more aggressive. We've pinned down the labyrinth as well as.. Luke," Percy continued. "and unlike the matters with Nico. this is a quest that we have permission for, and need to continue. We can't spare any more people."

The crew is silent as they let his words sink in.

"Now what are we all so down for?" the voice of Chiron, our co-director, pipes in. The sentiform* trots in, ducking his head under the low door frame.

Percy glances at him before turning back to the rest of us. "Seeing as nobody has any other ideas. We have to let the inter-stellar take care of this themselves and continue business as usual. Meeting adjourned." He concludes, leaving the table to explain the situation to Chiron.

Annabeth fumes and storms off and heads back to the piloting room, she's one of our most skilled fliers. Clarisse la Rue, a demigod of Ares, leaves shortly afterwards to man the guns, her specialty. The rest of us trickle out in groups.

I remain seated at the table. During the short time Nico was on board with us, I was one of his closest friends. I never felt anything dark coming from the child. He was so bright, and passionate about his hobbies, like his mythomagic collection.

I sigh and stand up to head to the medic bay, where I, as a child of Apollo, spent most of my days. I entered and greeted my siblings before settling down at the furthest cot from the door, the one where Nico used to stay.

I gaze fondly at it, remembering the things we talked about while I patched up his arm. He had injured it during his getaway with Percy. Even after his wound had healed, he would continue to visit me in the infirmary as he waited for his sister.

He was truly a good kid.

Shy at times, he didn't make many other friends, and seemed to be very intimidated by Percy. I let my gaze wander to the mythomagic figure he gave me. I placed it next to a box of bandages, when he heard I was a child of Apollo, his eyes lit up as he offered me a figure of the god. I couldn't say no.

When he left, I was devastated. I tore apart my bed space and refused to eat for a couple of days. But when news of his first mass murder reached the ship, I couldn't believe my ears. I want to believe that he's just hurt. That he doesn't mean this much evil. That he needs to be saved.

But nobody would save him.

So..

I will. 

auhtors NOte: 

As expected, things would be different in space. The human race has traveled up into space mainly, so the life of the gods would be in space as well. IN space, things are a bit different. So Camp-Half-Blood revealed themselves and now work/ are monitored by the mortal government. They're known as mysterious beings with powers that suddenly sprung up. And the *sentiform, is Chiron, who is a centaur in the PJO universe, but here he's classified as an alien. Makes sense? NO? Too bad.


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