Kashamie pushed the C'tarl C'tarl off of her. She had a
surprised look on her face. "Who the hell are you?"
The girl smiled. "I am Aisha Clan Clan. Now who might you be? Hopefully someone from the empire here to take me home."
"Uh, no. I'm Si Ryu Ryu, and I'm competing in this year's Space Race. I don't keep too much in touch with the empire. Sorry." The girl shrank back with a whine.
"Oh, that's alright."
Kashamie snuck away from the crazy girl and went to find Maki. She found her talking to two other women. One was dressed in a Japanese outfit, and the other was wearing a pink body suit.
"So, like I was saying, our ship is probably one of the fastest in the universe, but it hasn't been proved. That's why we're racing."
The women in the Japanese outfit replied, "That's a fairly good reason. Well, do you think you can beat the Outlaw Star?"
"Dunno. I hope so. But, if we don't that's okay too. We aren't perfectionists. We don't NEED to be the best all the time."
Kashamie knew Maki would say something that would give away pertinent information, so she went up to Maki quickly. "Uh, Maki, we should check up on the ship, if you know what I mean." She nudged Maki's side.
"Oh, yeah. Well, it's been nice talking to you. Bye. Good luck in the race." Kashamie dragged her away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A tall man walked into Fred's office. He bore a pistol at his side. "Excuse me sir, may I help you?"
"Yes," the tall man said, "I would like all the information you have on the Venus Eclipse."
Fred knew this meant trouble. He hit a silent alarm under his desk. "I'm quite sorry, but our policy doesn't allow us to give information away about other ships."
The man pulled his pistol and aimed it at Fred's head. "You'll give me the information whether you like it or not." Fred's two bodyguards came up behind the man and restrained him
"I'm sorry, but I won't give you the information."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
An electronic voice came across on the radio. "Sir, Taji failed."
A man with silver hair and round glasses took a sip of wine from his glass. "Oh well. I don't need the information anyway. I know it's her."
A/N Sorry but this one is shorter than the last one. I'll make the next one bigger.
The girl smiled. "I am Aisha Clan Clan. Now who might you be? Hopefully someone from the empire here to take me home."
"Uh, no. I'm Si Ryu Ryu, and I'm competing in this year's Space Race. I don't keep too much in touch with the empire. Sorry." The girl shrank back with a whine.
"Oh, that's alright."
Kashamie snuck away from the crazy girl and went to find Maki. She found her talking to two other women. One was dressed in a Japanese outfit, and the other was wearing a pink body suit.
"So, like I was saying, our ship is probably one of the fastest in the universe, but it hasn't been proved. That's why we're racing."
The women in the Japanese outfit replied, "That's a fairly good reason. Well, do you think you can beat the Outlaw Star?"
"Dunno. I hope so. But, if we don't that's okay too. We aren't perfectionists. We don't NEED to be the best all the time."
Kashamie knew Maki would say something that would give away pertinent information, so she went up to Maki quickly. "Uh, Maki, we should check up on the ship, if you know what I mean." She nudged Maki's side.
"Oh, yeah. Well, it's been nice talking to you. Bye. Good luck in the race." Kashamie dragged her away.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A tall man walked into Fred's office. He bore a pistol at his side. "Excuse me sir, may I help you?"
"Yes," the tall man said, "I would like all the information you have on the Venus Eclipse."
Fred knew this meant trouble. He hit a silent alarm under his desk. "I'm quite sorry, but our policy doesn't allow us to give information away about other ships."
The man pulled his pistol and aimed it at Fred's head. "You'll give me the information whether you like it or not." Fred's two bodyguards came up behind the man and restrained him
"I'm sorry, but I won't give you the information."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
An electronic voice came across on the radio. "Sir, Taji failed."
A man with silver hair and round glasses took a sip of wine from his glass. "Oh well. I don't need the information anyway. I know it's her."
A/N Sorry but this one is shorter than the last one. I'll make the next one bigger.