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The smoke curdled upwards. Grey tendrils stretching, reaching for the ceiling above. Dim lights flickered, shining through the smooth grey curtain. The burning cigar continued to emit the sickly smoke, deep breaths breathing life into the cigar. And everything about it annoyed him.
"Exactly why do you smoke that? Any effects or satisfaction would be wasted on you." He commented. The man he spoke to shrugged and replied simply.
"Old habit."
"A shitty habit." He replied. The man shrugged and leaned back, gazing through the window in front of him. He wore a white tank top, hardened muscles shaping the shirt. The jeans he wore fit loosely on him. His beard was wild and unshaven, his hair stood up naturally, making almost a v shape on his head. He pulled out the cigar from his mouth and tapped it into a small tray in front of him. The machine whirred to life, sucking away the ashes as he replaced the cigar back in his mouth. "Listen bub, I don't tell you how to run your life, so go fuck yourself before you comment on it again."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Logan? I hate cigars." He replied firmly. Logan gave the faintest recognition of that sentence by inhaling deeply the smoke from the cigar and exhaling messily into the air in front of him.
"Like I said, go fuck yourself." He replied, not removing the cigar. Suddenly, it wiggled in his mouth uncontrollably, gaining a life of its own and literally jumping out of his mouth, landed in the tray in front of him. The machine came to life once more, devouring the cigar before Logan could reach it. Turning around, he looked at the man to his left.
"And this is my ship. No cigars." Logan gave him a dirty look before staring back out the window in front of him.
"You're a fucking lunatic, you know that Gabriel?" Logan said. Gabriel turned to look at the wolfish man once more before returning his gaze to the stars and control panels in front of him. Lights flickered as Gabriel pressed buttons on the panel infront of him. Shifting in his seat, he leaned towards the side to push a few more buttons before returning to his original seating position and pushing on a lever in front of him. Slowly as he pushed, the stars in the view of the window began stretching, becoming streams of light as they accelerated to the speed of light and faster. "Reaching hyperspace in three… two… one… and done." Through the window they saw the galaxy's stars speed past them in a blueish hue as they began to reach their destination.
This was Gabriel's space ship.