Why are you doing this? Thought Grivo.
I should be asking you the same question….Thought Grivo.
Don’t question my decisions…you…cant see she’s homesick.
So? Why should we give a damn?
Well she got us off Talfur and fixed the ship. We do kind of owe her.
We don’t owe her anything, and your right, she did fix the ship, she did get us off Talfur. But let’s not forget the time sensitive material on Gredux 5676.
It will only be a slight detour.
No. It wont. There’s no jump gate to Earth anymore. It could take weeks, months even.
Whatever. We’re stopping at Ganymede. We can figure out our plan from there.
We could just leave her –
Don’t even think about it. Thought Grivo.
Lynda returned from the rear quarters of the ship. Her face was a little more stretched. She looked at the new course they were taking. Away from the jump gate further into space and towards the small moon of Jupiter. It had once been an Earth Colony.
“Where are we going?”
Grivo looked back at her. Her worn red flight suit had droplets of water on it. her normally round face seemed to hang and her eyes hung downward.
“Ganymede…then Earth” he said finally before facing towards the windows.
Lynda lifted her head.
“What. Really?!” Said Lynda before she composed herself.
“Ahem well um why?” she said.
“I just felt that…um …well the thing.” Grivo glanced away, his furry brow furrowed over his eyes. “Alright I felt sorry for you.”
Grivo turned to see Lynda utterly speechless. She watched him like she had never seen a four foot anthropomorphic fox alien before. The little alien looked back up indigently at her. Lynda raised an eyebrow and then convulsed with a snerk before bursting into laughter.
“HAHA…YOU….haha- felt- sorry.!?” She said, supporting herself on the low roof of the cabin.
I knew it. Thought Grivo
“Shut Up.” Said Grivo Turning back to the controls of the ship.
“I…” Lynda gasped “I’m sorry. You don’t feel Anything!”
“You know I can still change my mind, and we could move on to the conduit. A good few thousand of light years away.”
Lynda calmed herself and walked over to the puffy passenger seat.
“Okay i’m sorry,” she said stifling another outburst “Thanks.”
She plopped herself down and threw her boots up on the dash holding back a secondary aftershock snerk.
“Even so. it would be good to stop on the moon before we depart. The ship needs supplies and some real tools. It would suck if we fell apart during the jump.”
“Don’t you go into like another dimension if you fall out of a jump?” said Lynda
“Hell I don’t think anybody knows. Why would you want to try?”
“Just a thought” Lynda said. She thought for a moment as the ship began arcing towards the moon, away from the gate.
“Look Fox We-”
“Don’t call me that.” Said Grivo.
” – We don’t need to go to earth. It’s a kind thing to offer. But Lets just be on our way after we get the supplies.” She leaned over and switched off the radio which seemed to be playing Elmore James at the time. “The music from my home planet spurred a…momentary… weakness on my part.”
Grivo looked over as Lynda returned to the laid back position, stretching her legs back out and placing her red boots on the dash.She crossed her arms and watched as the gate slowly passed by the wide window. Grivo pivoted towards the atmosphere of Ganymede.
Good. She doesn’t want to go. That’s that. Thought Grivo.
But she’s probably just saying that. Insist on it.
Where the fuck is all this empathy coming from? Ganymede, Sure: supplies and whatnot. But there is TREASURE waiting for you on 5676. Yet it’s only there as long as a salvaging satellite or a patrol ship doesn’t swing by.
That said. Imagine what undiscovered gems could be on earth…
Lynda glanced over to Grivo. The Alien was piloting with a spacy concentration. Silent and unmoving. She reached over and grabbed an old magazine from the side of the dash and opened it. There was an article about a new craze sweeping the galaxy about five years ago.
Suddenly Grivo jumped from his chair and ran across the dash. Lynda heard his paws tapping across the console a split second before the magazine was ripped from her hands and replaced by the intense teeth and eyes of Grivo’s desperation. He grabbed her by the shoulders.
“DO YOU WANT TO GO TO EARTH OR NOT! TELL ME NOW! YES OR NO! NO OTHER WORDS! RIGHT NOW!”
Lynda yelped and threw Grivo off of her. He fell to the floor but the alien rose quickly out of a roll, standing defiantly at her.
Lynda felt the ‘yes’ burning inside her from some deep place that she had tried to cover up. But the voice of her job, her profession, that which she prided herself and lived on for so long told her to stick to the plan. This weird little Alien had a bounty on his head so big, she could buy her own planet.
But the music in her soul put up a great argument.
“N…uh” She said, looking away.
Grivo watched her, his mind racing between binary points.
Lynda turned back to him. “Just give me some time on Ganymede to think about it. Jeez.” She said before turning back to the window.
Grivo lowered his arms. His tail coiled and a frustration broiled so hot for a moment. But then like a switch of clarity and calm, Grivo said:
“Okay!” and hopped gayly back up into the pilot seat. he pressed a few buttons and clicked the intercom for entry procedures.
Weird little creature. Thought Lynda.
part 4—> http://bit.ly/1z2Ym3r