Aikka looked at Jordan and what he saw wasn't very good. The boy looked axtremely depressed, but he hadn't really expected him to look chearfully and he could say that he didn't feel better than the earth-gunner, maybe even worse.
Cross on the other hand looked happier than ever. It was the scariest thing he had ever seen in his intire life.
"Proud pilots, I have summoned you here for the tragic accident off the earth team. The next race will go ahead as planned, earthe team." The Avatar suddenly terned to Jordan. "Will you compete in the next race?"
"No sir," Jordan stated, a bit startled, "we don't have a pilot anymore cause Molly was the only one capable of piloting the Arrow."
"Very well then, you can all return to your housing modules and prepare for the next race threw one of the most ancient places of Oban. As for you," He directed to Jordan, "you and your kind will return to earth immediately for you no longer have a place here in the race." With that the Avatar disappeared and every team went back to his module.
As Aikka walked back to his own module he thought: 'I wonder how they'll be treated back on earth. They have, although it wasn't their fault, failed. I don't want to think about what my parents will say if I come back home. Even if I win, they probably won't be that happy that I used it to bring my friend back from the dead instead of wishing freedom for my kingdom. Well lets concentrate on the next race first.'