Spirit Space- A Percy Jackson Titans Curse AU

ᄃΉΛPƬΣЯ ƧIX

"Why didn't you do anything?" Annabeth screamed. 

I stood in shock at the carnage. Annabeth gripped my arm deathly tight, and deathly silent. The rest of the crew mates were stunned. 

"I tried my best Annabeth. He's.. he's.." I stopped, unsure of how to finish the sentence, "He'll be okay."

The truth was, I don't know what will happen next.

"We need to focus on the present.. Survey the area, search for survivors, help the refugees. Message a nearby planet if they can accept an influx in population,"

"How can you be so calm? Percy's just disappeared! and possibly died!" a nearby member stated.

"I'm not calm. This puts our entire operation plans out of wack. Should we continue exploring the labyrinth like Percy had ordered? or do we chase him and also hunt down the Ghost King?" I questioned. My voice shook at the beginning, but I steeled my nerves.

The adrenaline pumped in my veins, I needed to take action.

Annabeth calmed down, it was never like her to fall apart. Rising to the leadership role, she commanded the reinforcements. "We'll discuss our course of action once everyone is up to date. Will is right, focus on the situation. Check under debris, and someone send the ship a report."

The group broke into smaller sections. As I dug out fallen rubble, I had already made my decision. I'm not waiting for an official order any longer, I will go after Nico.

Searching for survivors took time and was painstakingly slow. Only a small portion of the planet had been destroyed, unlike the usual complete massacres. It was nearly dawn by the time we rounded up everybody. 

Out of the many homes in the area, only two survived. Out of the multiple families, none were unscathed. Out of the hundreds of civilians, only twenty were found.

At least the entire planet wasn't nuked. 

And then the entire planet got nuked. They all died from radiation. The End.

Not really. 

Unless?

By the time the Olympus finally lifted off, all my joints ached, my muscles sore, and my brain tired. All I wanted was to take a long hot shower, but an emergency conference was issued. I slumped in my chair at the table as crew leaders gathered around.

I'm starting to get sick of sitting at this table. Every time we're here, it's to discuss something bad.

"What is it this time?" Clarisse grumbled. 

"Yeah! All of a sudden you asked us to dock to Miramide and woaH, what's up with the crowd?" 

The flighters had a right to be surprised. They've been in the cockpit all day and only received occasional news. The residents had joined us to be escorted to Miramide, who's confirmed acceptance of them.

"We have a new situation on our hands," Annabeth begins. All of us sit in silence as she recounts the events. 

When the story ended, nobody spoke up. 

Gasps and whispers rippled through the crowd as Annabeth retold the events, but nobody dared to speak up afterwards. 

"So what do we do now?" somebody in the crowd asks.

"We're here to decide," Charon spoke up. "Should we search for Percy, or continue with our quest as per his request?"

"Won't we need to run this through with the ISC?" another camper asks.

I grumbled in irritation. "Why don't we do both? Regardless of what the ISC says?"

Everybody turns to face me. 

I hesitate for a second, regaining my composure. "We'll split up as thinly as we can. One half to go after the Labyrinth and the titans, the other half to hunt for Percy and N- the Ghost King."

Chiron seems to consider the idea, but everybody else wouldn't humor me. 

"Unabhängig davon, was der ISC denkt? Wir sind auf dünnem Eis wegen Mr. Ghost Kings Amoklauf. Sie denken, es ist eine Weltraumkrankheit, die uns verrückt macht! Kannst du das glauben?" somebody spoke in rapid German. 

I pull out my watch and waited for the translation, "Regardless of what the ISC thinks? We're on thin ice because of Mr. Ghost King's rampage. They think it's a space sickness that drives us crazy! Can you believe that?" 

"Anybody have any other ideas? I volunteer to join the search party for Percy if you ever reach a conclusion." I huffed, standing up and leaving.

Maybe I should have stayed, but I couldn't sit still for much longer. 

I pace down the halls, letting my feet carry me wherever they wanted to go. Instinctively, I found myself at the door of the medical bay. 

I lift my wrist and granted myself access. The door fizzed open and closed with the familiar pshh. The smell of bleach filled my lungs. Last time I was here, it was calming, other times it reminded me of death. Of the stains that needed to be cleaned, of the muffled yells of patients in pain.

Today it reminded me of the latter. 

I sat down with a groan at the back desk. Rotating my shoulder as well as stretching my injured leg. A hasty heal removed most of the pain as well as the bullet, but it wasn't seamless. 

Tired from reciting hymns for the rest of the refugees, I simply disinfected and bandaged my wounds. If I were a desk, all my joints would be creaky. I'm in need of an oiling. 

Oil isn't going to do much but a hot shower might. I shift to head back, before the meeting could end. Before I could leave, something glittery catches my eye. 

It's the mythomagic figurine. 

I sigh and grab it. Every time I'm in the infirmary, my eyes drift to the toy. If Nico were here, he'd probably huff and exclaim that it's a collectible and not a toy. 

I observe it closely. Drifting my thumb over the toy as I begin to recall another fond memory.

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This chapter is a bit repetitive, but it makes for a nice change after the previous one. Don't worry, Percy's not dead. Hint: recall to The Lightning Thief.