A ship, stained in moss and algae - with a faint hint of a stealth red underneath, slowed down as it reached the 7th speed camera in what? A few miles? Christ on a bike, I'm going to have to send a strongly worded letter to the galactic travel council later. Anyway, this ship belonged to the absolutely flawless Rageington Rage of the Kingdom of Rage. Aboard it, the pilot: Peace, the captain: Rage and the crew: the Ragican Empire.

Hollow rose after a night of uncomfortable sleep, well I say sleep, more like the kind of toss and turn slumber a man awaiting his execution may experience. Each twitch leading him further down the aisle to the guillotine. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad. But he was nervous. After all, he had every right to be, he had escaped the atmosphere of his home planet but a week ago and was fast-approaching the very conurbations of the milky way.

P.S. for you doubters, it was a very fast ship. We don't need your science.

It was the first night Hollow had spent in his sleeping quarters, so he took the time he had before breakfast to observe and fully appreciate his new place to lay his head.

"No Rage, I'm not going to write that it was a dungeon."

"No, I don't care that he stole your chocolate bar, I'm not lying to the readers!"

"Listen here, in a minute, I'm going to say that you're a secret brony if you don't shut up"

Okay, back to the story, in Hollow's batcave, there was little to occupy the space: a picture, of the legendary, mythical God Curaxu riding his magnificent dragon, a closet; containing only Hollow's Deathstroke cosplay, diamond sword and batman tee and a note on the table, saying 'Welcome aboard the 'Enchanted ship ;)'.

Hollow lacked the time to take in anything else before Rage poked his head in through the hatch in the ceiling... wait, let me explain. You see, Rage insisted that a ventilating shaft be excavated leading from his quarters to Hollow's because A) he wanted to feel like Gordon Freeman and B) he wanted access to Hollow's quarters in case of 'emergency'. Hollow implored that this did not happen, however, Rage engaged in incessant whining (as per) and Hollow just gave in.

"So," Rage said, "you ready for breakfast?"

Hollow replied, "as long as there's tea!"

"Uhhh, yeah, about that... we... have... no... tea..."

Hollow was...

Hollow was...

The narrator apologises, this part is just so emotional.

Hollow was so upset and catastrophically disappointed in Rage that he transformed into a horse, turned away with the angst and attitude of a teenager and trotted off.

"Hollow, wait," Rage called out in a moment of deceitful desperation. Hollow stopped to listen.

Rage snickered "why the long face?"