Here we go. The final run up. Sorry for the delay in updating!

"Y'know, we've been in this for ages, and I still don't get what it is…" I laugh, staring out of the window.

"It's kinda like anti-space. Y'know, like anti-matter, anti-gravity, and like that." Lucky explains, her arm draped over my neck.

"Lucky?"

"Hmm?"

"Honestly… " I ask tentatively, looking at her. (Our eyes are at the same level.) "Why did you choose to come along with us?"

She hesitates, glancing down at the floor. I wait patiently, but this waiting is making me nervous…

"…back at the lab," She starts, looking back up out of the window. "No-one wanted me as their mate. No-one even considered it. They were all to busy trying to flirt with Psyche and trying not to be killed in the process. She was beautiful. I was just 'Psyche's plain friend.' I was unwanted…" She gives a sigh, closing her eyes, bringing her fingers to the bridge of her nose and rubbing gently.

"Then you guys came along and I thought 'Hey, here's my chance!'. But before I even saw Jumba's experiments, Psyche had already scanned and selected all the males. Then she re-enforced it with her little canteen piece…" She opened her eyes and frowned slightly, dropping her hand.

"When you stood up to Psyche, I just thought you were nuts, but you actually got her to apologise to you."

"You helped." I interrupt.

"Not much." She smiles at me. "You were the one not to be intimidated by her. When Psyche told me telepathically that you had a crush on me, well, I couldn't believe it. Me! Not Psyche, the beautiful one, but me!" She turns to look at me, a faint tear in her eye.

"You were the first person ever who liked me that way. I felt special. You made me feel special. And… I knew that you'd be the only one to make me feel that way. The only other option other than coming with you was to stay behind and live with Psyche…"

She… she came… just because of me? Just because I had a crush on her…? That's a thought… Is it just a crush anymore…?

"…sorry to break the mood, but how long d'you think it'll be till we get to Bizmila?" I ask.

"Arrival at destination in: point 25 hours." The computer speaks up.

"I didn't ask you!" I growl to the computer.

"Fifteen minutes." Lucky translates, giggling slightly. "So, what do you know about this planet?"

"Let's just ask 014. She's at the info. terminal now."

"Interesting fact for you." 014 said, half-focusing on the read-out screen, half on us coming in. "It says here that the people of Dree-gel Vinn wear things over their skin, like Jumba and Mercy did, called… Clo-thes."

"So?" I ask, shrugging. "What's that got to do with us?"

"I think the cl-clothes," 014 replies, checking the word a second. "I think they'll notice us if we're not wearing any."

"What? You don't know about clothes?" Lucky asks, mouth open. We shake our heads. "Oh, you don't know what you've been missing!" She walks past me and punches a series of commands into the keyboard.

A whole section of the wall opens out, extending across to the other side of the room, a thin pole between them. On that pole, hung up on triangular pieces of plastic, there were hundreds of materials, fastened together into garments.

"Right," Lucky says, reaching out and tugging one of the garments off the railing. "Let's kit up! 550, get down here; leave it on auto-pilot." Lucky adds, pressing a com-panel on the wall.

A few minutes later, I shift uncomfortably, trying not to give into the instinct to pull the clothes off.

I'm wearing beige cargo pants with a silver stripe down each leg (With a hole for my tail.), a sleeveless, open silver vest and a beige sun-visor on my head, held in place by my antennae and ears.

550's wearing blue, faded trousers (A hole forced through for his tail.), grey t-shirt with a pale blue coat over the top (With holes in the back for his spines.), and a black panama hat. (With holes, again, for his antennae and ears).

014's wearing red drawcord-pants, red elbow and knee pads, a red sport-top, fingerless gloves and a black-and-white sweatband wrapped awkwardly around her antlers.

Lucky's wearing a blue-green tank-top, dark blue tracksuit trousers and a matching jacket, wearing a dark blue muffin cap on her head. (And before you wonder, we've donned the correct undergarments as well.)

"Lucky, you look more beautiful than ever…" I say, giving a tiny smile. She smiles slightly, giving me a tiny shove.

"I must say," 550 purrs, stroking the sleeve of an arm. "That we look mighty fine…"

"Mighty fine?" 014 asks, trying to stop herself from pulling the sweatband off.

"What? It's related to this clothing, I looked it up." He says defensively, adjusting his hat.

"Dree-gel Vinn in sight." The computer interrupts, flashing up the outside camera view. "Exiting Zero-space in point 03 minutes."

"20 seconds…" Lucky translates. A second later, we rush to our seats, buckling in.

"Auto-pilot deactivated." 550 says, taking the controls again. "Preparing ship for re-entry into normal space… In three, two, one."

The ship shudders again, the blinding white suddenly replaced with black speckled with it. The ship's wings are scorched and slightly buckled. I don't think it's designed to go at that speed out of zero-space…

"Don't worry; we're safe enough to land." 550 calls back, glancing out of the window. "Hey, guys? Come and feast your eyes on this…" Me and Fortuna un-buckle ourselves and run up to the front as we come round the cracked moon.

The whole planet is literally divided into two. The top, northern half is enveloped by dark buildings, bright specks of lights and hundreds of moving vehicles. The bottom, southern half, is just a blinding yellow, completely barren. Cutting the line between the halves, there is a long, slinky line extending from the top of the northern half to the bottom of the southern half. As the planet turns, the line crosses the horizon line, and I realise that it's an enormously long river, the source as yet un-found from here.

"(Wow…)" 014 and lucky say, staring at our- our new home… I give out a low whistle at the sight of it.

"So…" 550 says, turning to look at us, a broad grin on his face. "Whereabouts do you want to land?"

"It'd be best if it's not in a big, fancy spaceport…" 014 ponders, getting over her previous awe. "Otherwise whatever-authorities-there-are may get us…" She looked over the planet's surface. "There." She said, pointing at a spot on the view screen. It was a small, circular arrangement of buildings near the edge of the hemisphere.

"All agree?" 550 asks. Me and Lucky nod, returning to our seats. 550 curves the ship downwards, the nose cutting through the smoky city atmosphere…