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yes am doing now.â Bruvold began searching the race-craft for the new prisoner.
âThe rest of you start cleaning this mess up, weâll have guests soon. Iâm going out alone,â said Drake miserably.
The first thing Drake saw when exiting the loading zone, were three suns beaming down from above. The second was a large group of four armed beings, applauding and expressing their gratitude of Future Fuels and the number thirteen. He now understood Folders joke about extra hands, and almost smiled.
Drake was going through an emotional roller coaster the likes of which he never could have imagined. The Full Circle Six was truly a testament to his strength and endurance. He had experienced glory at the demise of Ced Oblize, depression from his dead friend, and now appreciation for the swarm of alien support, in successive periods. Drake wasnât sure how much more he could take, but recognized that he must stay strong for his team, if not for himself.
Several of the four-armed beasts approached Drake, and extended one hand to greet the popular racer. The Armosan that Drake selected to meet first had a firm grip and, like all the others, was wearing only wrappings around his waist that drug to the dry desert-like ground. The Armosans in general all looked different, however, in size, hair color, skin tone, and age. Drake continued to dish out firm handshakes until they seemed satisfied and one of them spoke.
âOn behalf of the people of Armos, welcome. We will be more than happy to assist you in any way. On one, small condition,â said the Armosan, in a deep hoarse voice.
âWhatâs the condition? Drake asked, expecting the worst.
âWe require you to set up an autograph session, right over there.â The creature pointed to a nearby table complete with markers.
âNot a problem,â Drake said with liberation. âIâll be right back.â He hurried back into the racecraft up to his personal quarters, to retrieve a box of images. Drake always kept this material on hand, for occasions that were usually initiated by Future Fuels.
He returned to the surface, ignoring crewmembers attempts to converse with him, and sat himself at the designated area. This session might just be what Drake needed to get his mind off of the upcoming funeral. He was thinking that dealing with all of these fans would put him in a better mood. They all appeared so blissful, as if this was the greatest day of their existence. He needed some of that joy to rub off. He thought of his daydream on the victory platform, with the feeling of absorbing power, and wished mightily it could be so.
Drake was just beginning to get lost in his signings, when he noticed the flash of a dimensional door rip open a portal in the distance. A stranger appeared from the door, before it disintegrated. Drake knew this was a stranger to this planet, because of the lack of appendages. The stranger observed Drake and began forcing his way through the queue of natives towards him. As he moved closer, Drake could distinguish more features of the intruder. He had bright, blue, cold, calculating eyes and a knowing smirk, with blond hair in a crew cut that stood up about ten inches. He was approximately five foot five without the hair. His weight was misleading though, as he moved like he was on a moon with little gravitational restriction. The male specimen was wearing furs of undiscovered animals, teeth and all. The mysterious being, upon reaching the autograph table, spoke in a taunting, deceitful voice.
âHello commander, how nice to see you again. I have a few questions to ask,â he stated.
âWho are you?â Drake inquired.
âWhat do you know about that red key, specifically how to use it?â The man ignored Drakeâs question and asked his own.
âHow do you know about that key?â Drake was beginning to feel uneasy.
âI acquired it from you. Now tell me how to use it.â The
âThe rest of you start cleaning this mess up, weâll have guests soon. Iâm going out alone,â said Drake miserably.
The first thing Drake saw when exiting the loading zone, were three suns beaming down from above. The second was a large group of four armed beings, applauding and expressing their gratitude of Future Fuels and the number thirteen. He now understood Folders joke about extra hands, and almost smiled.
Drake was going through an emotional roller coaster the likes of which he never could have imagined. The Full Circle Six was truly a testament to his strength and endurance. He had experienced glory at the demise of Ced Oblize, depression from his dead friend, and now appreciation for the swarm of alien support, in successive periods. Drake wasnât sure how much more he could take, but recognized that he must stay strong for his team, if not for himself.
Several of the four-armed beasts approached Drake, and extended one hand to greet the popular racer. The Armosan that Drake selected to meet first had a firm grip and, like all the others, was wearing only wrappings around his waist that drug to the dry desert-like ground. The Armosans in general all looked different, however, in size, hair color, skin tone, and age. Drake continued to dish out firm handshakes until they seemed satisfied and one of them spoke.
âOn behalf of the people of Armos, welcome. We will be more than happy to assist you in any way. On one, small condition,â said the Armosan, in a deep hoarse voice.
âWhatâs the condition? Drake asked, expecting the worst.
âWe require you to set up an autograph session, right over there.â The creature pointed to a nearby table complete with markers.
âNot a problem,â Drake said with liberation. âIâll be right back.â He hurried back into the racecraft up to his personal quarters, to retrieve a box of images. Drake always kept this material on hand, for occasions that were usually initiated by Future Fuels.
He returned to the surface, ignoring crewmembers attempts to converse with him, and sat himself at the designated area. This session might just be what Drake needed to get his mind off of the upcoming funeral. He was thinking that dealing with all of these fans would put him in a better mood. They all appeared so blissful, as if this was the greatest day of their existence. He needed some of that joy to rub off. He thought of his daydream on the victory platform, with the feeling of absorbing power, and wished mightily it could be so.
Drake was just beginning to get lost in his signings, when he noticed the flash of a dimensional door rip open a portal in the distance. A stranger appeared from the door, before it disintegrated. Drake knew this was a stranger to this planet, because of the lack of appendages. The stranger observed Drake and began forcing his way through the queue of natives towards him. As he moved closer, Drake could distinguish more features of the intruder. He had bright, blue, cold, calculating eyes and a knowing smirk, with blond hair in a crew cut that stood up about ten inches. He was approximately five foot five without the hair. His weight was misleading though, as he moved like he was on a moon with little gravitational restriction. The male specimen was wearing furs of undiscovered animals, teeth and all. The mysterious being, upon reaching the autograph table, spoke in a taunting, deceitful voice.
âHello commander, how nice to see you again. I have a few questions to ask,â he stated.
âWho are you?â Drake inquired.
âWhat do you know about that red key, specifically how to use it?â The man ignored Drakeâs question and asked his own.
âHow do you know about that key?â Drake was beginning to feel uneasy.
âI acquired it from you. Now tell me how to use it.â The
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