NEED

Chapter Three

A sliver of light broke through the sky as the laser scanned the area, looking for suitable life. Nothing here, either. No treasure, no life, nothing.

Time to move on. "C'mon, men. Let's move out!"

A large cybernetic leg clambered loudly against the ground as he walked back to the ship, boarding it with a sigh. Well, this trip had proved useless, but there was most likely something better waiting for him over the horizon.

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Kinapis was bustling with activity. In fact, it was busier than the marketplace in Montressor. Micha had to stay close to the captain and some man he'd called Reiyll as she followed them quickly into the blacksmith's shop.

"Well, we came t'get ye a sword, kid. Pick one and let's get going, ey?" Warrick demanded. He stood at the doorway and watched as Reiyll, closer to Micha's age, followed her around with a twisted grin.

Micha ignored the shopkeeper as he protested to her trying out each sword on the wooden stump that held the completed projects. With each swing, a new chunk of wood flew out of the stump, the shopkeeper more nervous with each chunk.

After about twelve swords, she smiled at the shopkeeper. "I want this one."

"Try it out on Reiyll first," Warrick called from the entrance, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

The younger pirate drew his cutlass and licked his lips. "Don't hold back," he told her.

Micha snickered. "I should tell you the same."
She parried his blows easily enough. The reach was just a little shorter than she would have liked, but she knew that any longer and it would be too heavy and she'd lose her balance more often, resulting in less guarding abilities. She took some coins from her pocket and set them on the table. "Here. That should cover it," she said. The keeper, still in stunned silence nodded gratefully.

"…Th-thank you for your b-business," he managed to stutter as the trio left the store.

After another stop to pick up a more suitable outfit as pirate-wear, the trio circled the town, giving descriptions and asking about the cyborg they were looking for.

Three hours later and no luck, Micha was exhausted. "Well, this is ridiculous. You'd think someone would have seen him…"

"He's a fugitive. Most pirates are good at hiding, y'know," Reiyll muttered, earning a glare from the female.

The girl shrugged. "Well, I guess we'll move on…?" she asked, looking at Warrick who shrugged. "If ye insist, lass. But I best be telling ye that it's a good idea to keep looking. Clues lie everywhere if ye know where to look."

Warrick glanced at Reiyll. "Take her to the inn."

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Silver's flesh hand brought the eyeglass up to his face and he scanned the open etherium for something, anything, that would give him a clue. More treasure wouldn't satisfy him anymore. He could be rich if he wanted to be. But nowadays, the only thing that made him happy was the thought of Micha, his 'granddaughter'. Perhaps finding her would satisfy his craving for more in life.

He'd given the order to head back into the Coral Galaxy. Sure, it wasn't Montressor, but he knew he wasn't welcome there. Since Jim's death, he wasn't in the mood to return to Montressor and face Sarah, or maybe even Raven, whom he'd heard a rumor that she'd died as well. He didn't want to take the chance. He knew that somehow Micha had left Montressor after her father had passed away and was now traveling. He didn't know how he knew, but he could feel it.

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Note: I apologize for the short chapters, but if I get rid of all the garbage…we have a pretty short chapter here. I'll try and jazz the future ones up a bit. Sorry guys.