Disclaimer: I do not own Wolf's Rain or any of its characters. I created Captain Popagan (aka CEO Popagan) and Tomo Hiragizawa. I do not own Ashella and Hemolal, because they are flower maidens. They belong to the creator of Wolf's Rain. Anyway, on with the story, reviews, cheese, and chipmunks!

Chapter Fifteen: Off Again

"Guys, I have something to tell you," said Hubb sullenly. There was an awkward silence. "I know where to get an airship."

"Why did you have to be so damn dramatic!" questioned Tsume, slapping himself on the forehead, "We thought you had to make a confession or something!"

"I'm sorry," apologized Hubb, I just had to find a segway into the next topic. (a segway is not just a vehicle, it is also linguistic term). Hubb looked down at his feet. That was close….I can't confess….they'll kill me for sure, just like they did with Tomo….

The group of seven stopped outside of a small, homely shack. Behind the shack were several hangers, as well as a massive runway.

"Well, here we are," said Hubb. He knocked on the door twice, and then it opened. A masculine midget opened the door.

"Hello. Nanpoopnik Air Services is at your service at wonderful rates and a variety of aircraft. Please come in and we will discuss business inside," said the little man, beckoning the motley group inside. They stepped inside, and sat down on a decaying green sofa. The dwarf shut the door, and then sat on a miniscule business chair behind an even smaller desk. "So, what have you come here for? Going to test the new TEX39604-ASDFT4 model? Or prehaps you're here for the very fast and lightweight plane RHO5896-8432J?"

"Neither," said Hubb, "I need to rent the SE09901955-CHZ47549-NAN-0343 MELVIN6079 craft."

"For how long a period of time?"

"A month."

"Premium or standard fuel?"

"Premium"

"Plain Jane or Deluxe Offense-Defense System?"

"The latter."

"Tailfins?"

"Talifns."

"Turbo-boosters or none"

Turbo-boosters."

"Alright, please sign here on the dotted line," said the little man, giving Hubb a large sheet of paper. Hubb scribbled his name down in chickenscratch.

"Now that we have that fired away, how many people do you plan to take aboard?"

"The whole lot on the couch," Hubb said, putting his arms around his comrades, who were alseep, due to the long conversation.

"Ok. I'll get 'er fired up. You stay in here until I call you. Feel free to help yourself to the tea and shortbread. I'll be in hangar 23."

"She's a beauty…." Sighed Hubb, staring up at the SE09901955-CHZ47549-NAN-0343 MELVIN6079 craft. The aircraft was in the shape of a bird, except it was constructed in a gorgeous metal, painted with bright fuschia paint.

"It looks like a undercooked chicken," Hige commented.

"Oh, Hubb, who's going to pilot?" questioned Blue.

"I will. I piloted things bigger than this. This will be no problem," Hubb answered.

"Alright, everyone on board!" said the pygmy man, gesturing towards the aircraft's door. One by one, they boarded the plane, except for the little guy. In a few minutes, the plane was off the ground and soaring into the atmospheric heavens.

"Hmmmmm…it's not as roomy as the other aircraft we rode…" mumbled Tsume, "And it's certainly not as easy on the eye." He laid down on a pink recliner and went to sleep.

"Wow. Even the fridge is pink," Kiba said, pulling a bottle of pink lemonade out of the refridgerator, "Hey, Ashella, catch!" A bottle of pink lemonade sailed across the room, and landed in Ashella's outstretched hands.

"Thank-you. Hey, where's Blue?" she questioned.

"She's in the control room, helping Hubb with the navigation. He's says that we'll reach our destination within a month."

"Our destination? Where will that be?"

"The end and the beginning of the world."

TO BE CONTINUED…