~First off, thanks for coming to read my story. I just wanted to say I own
all the characters except Cale, Akima, Korso, and the Drej. If I use
anymore characters that aren't mine, I'll be sure to tell you before the
chapter. Thanks again. God bless!!!!~
Prologue....
Jagger stumbled into the dark corridor, groping the walls in an attempt to prevent herself from falling. She turned into dimly lit, small dining area for the ship commanders and sighed. "These strangers drop by for a visit and get actual good food, and what do we get if we live and support this hunk of junk they call a space station?" She was so busy mumbling to herself that she hadn't noticed a man standing near a window. "Slush?" He asked, responding to her question. Startled, Jagger jumped and looked toward where the voice came from, her eyes adjusting to the light. The man grinned, although it seemed like he was the kind to do that rarely. "Commander Hofston." She stammered puzzled for she was not quite sure why he was introducing himself to her. "I, uh, was taking a walk..." Making a face, she sighed again. "I got hungry." He nodded. "Do you normally steal food from the commanders' galley?" She gave him an odd look, although she still couldn't quite make out what he looked like. "Galley? Where are you from.." She bit her tongue. "Anyway, I'm not stealing...we're allowed to get leftovers, thank you very much. Ask anyone around here, and they'll tell you." He nodded once more, but acted as though he expected something. Jagger blinked, but then quickly slipped out of the dining hall. The Commander raised a brow, before following after her and abandoning the stargazing window. "And where do you think you're going? I introduced myself, now it's your turn..." He frowned as he reached the doorframe and looked down each end of the hallway, but found no one there.
Prologue....
Jagger stumbled into the dark corridor, groping the walls in an attempt to prevent herself from falling. She turned into dimly lit, small dining area for the ship commanders and sighed. "These strangers drop by for a visit and get actual good food, and what do we get if we live and support this hunk of junk they call a space station?" She was so busy mumbling to herself that she hadn't noticed a man standing near a window. "Slush?" He asked, responding to her question. Startled, Jagger jumped and looked toward where the voice came from, her eyes adjusting to the light. The man grinned, although it seemed like he was the kind to do that rarely. "Commander Hofston." She stammered puzzled for she was not quite sure why he was introducing himself to her. "I, uh, was taking a walk..." Making a face, she sighed again. "I got hungry." He nodded. "Do you normally steal food from the commanders' galley?" She gave him an odd look, although she still couldn't quite make out what he looked like. "Galley? Where are you from.." She bit her tongue. "Anyway, I'm not stealing...we're allowed to get leftovers, thank you very much. Ask anyone around here, and they'll tell you." He nodded once more, but acted as though he expected something. Jagger blinked, but then quickly slipped out of the dining hall. The Commander raised a brow, before following after her and abandoning the stargazing window. "And where do you think you're going? I introduced myself, now it's your turn..." He frowned as he reached the doorframe and looked down each end of the hallway, but found no one there.