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here is the next chapter of Marco and Star's chase through scum town. after this it is all present day. this means alien language not understood by all.
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Star rolled her eyes, unable to believe this was the guy that managed to take Starco away from Tony. Seriously? this was the guy who outwitted The Book Keeper, outrun a giant raptor and fought his way through a den of thugs and lowlifes but he couldn't handle a little old...
"BUCKET!?" Marco shouted in disbelief, his voice metallic and echoy as he gently patted the object covering his head "You covered my face with a frakking bucket?! You got to be all kinds of shitting me..."
Star beamed proudly at the pink, flower covered metal pail. It was pretty cute.
"Look" Star said sharply, smacking the bucket with her wand.
"OWW!" Marco yelled, bringing up his hands to stop the vibrating object while he recovered from the sudden loud noise he had to endure.
"I am not going to offer this twice. Give me the Starco and I won't beat you into the ground"
"Something about twice?" Marco yelled, twisting his head this way and that, the bucket comically spinning like a top every time he moved "I can't hear you because someone decided to club me while I have this bucket on my head!
"Look I said...wait how did you know I said twice?"
"Because" Marco said simply with a tone that told Star he was grinning under that bucket "I'm stalling."
Star whirled around, fully expecting to be attacked from behind only to find an empty alleyway.
"What the..."
A gust of air pushed her forward, nearly sending her tumbling to the floor had she been one ounce less prepared.
Star turned to face the thief who managed to get to his feet, a pistol bellowing out a powerful wind in one hand, his other hand reaching up to take off the bucket obscuring his view.
"Narwhal blast!" Star shouted, aiming squarely at thief's chest.
The wand sang, a pinkish hue enveloping it before an aquatic mammal fought against the wind, overcoming the element before it smashed into the thief, slamming and crushing him against the brick wall before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
"Ooooooh..." Marco wheezed out, all the air pressed out of his lungs, clawing pitifully at his chest as he sank onto the dirty floor shakily, gun slipping out of his grasp "Aaaaaah...aaaaaah..."
"I warned you buddy" Star reached under the bucket, gently patting his cheek as some sort of apology. She really hadn't meant to be so aggressive against him but he was currently holding the key to her future. She couldn't risk that for anything or anyone. she would do anything to be free of her 'father'
Star reached into his jacket pocket, feeling the grip of another pistol hilt. Before she could take it and disarm him, there was a smell of air and fabric sizzling and heating up before a powerful spark forced her to pull her away.
She blew her on her hand, shaking it as a way to alleviate the pain while she searched the other pocket, the biggest smile growing on her face when her fingers felt spherical object.
She resisted letting out a cheerful whoop, opting to instead slide the powerful but mysterious object into her star shaped purse she had hidden away under her cloak.
"There they are!" a voice yelled, echoing down the narrow alley.
Star faced the source of the voice, half a dozen of the wannabe greasers standing at the entrance with their weapons drawn.
Star turned to run before she remember the thief, staring down at him as he slowly began to replenish his depleted air supplies. If he had another moment or two, he would be able to run away.
But he didn't have that moment
"You owe me you lowlife" Star murmured softly "Idiot protection wall!"
A blue glassy wall sprung to life, becoming the same length and width as the alley. The barrier absorbed the incoming fire easily but it couldn't hold out forever.
Marco moaned, his chest aching dully, his head ringing. He was pretty sure he just blacked out. He couldn't remember what happened. That's what happens when people black out right? He never blacked out before. He didn't like it.
He could hear blaster fire but he couldn't register where it was coming from.
He could hear the pat pat pat of footsteps running away, the loud shouts of someone complaining.
Marco groggily lifted the bucket off his head, wincing at the sudden brightness of the pink flora object.
"I am never going to live this down if this ever gets out.
Marco heard the loud crack of glass breaking, piece by piece as the blaster fire began getting steadily louder and louder.
"Right" Marco muttered to himself, patting his pocket to confirm that the girl indeed had taken the orb "Still on the clock. Frakk that clock"
Marco stood up, picking up his pistol while drawing the other one.
Marco used the back of his palm to rub his forehead before he turned, the thugs having a clear line of sight towards the still dazed thief.
Marco pulled the trigger, eyes widening at the when a jet of flames burst forth instead some lighting bullets he was counting on.
It hadn't been what he was expecting but it worked even better than what he planned. The thugs panicked at the sight of flames appearing from nowhere and leapt back, taking cover anywhere they could. They didn't seem to realize that the fire jet couldn't go that far and was actually harmless to them at this range.
Marco changed the dial on the gun, making his way backwards as he began shooting lightning bullets their way, occasionally adding the barrage with the gusts of air.
"BLAST HIM!" Someone shouted unnecessarily given the fact everyone was already trying to gun him down but they seemed rather reluctant to actually purse him deeper into the alleyway. Marco was a half way decent shot, not the most accurate but even in this narrow space he couldn't miss them if it came down to it.
Marco stumbled for a moment, caught off guard when the alley opened into some kind of courtyard with cracked concentrate, random assortment of garage and shattered glass scattered about.
Marco looked forward, the swaying long blonde hair running in the distance cluing him in on where the crazy hot girl was. But there was no way to catch her with her presence far on the other side of the fibsteel gate she used to bar the path to freedom. Marco could cut through it but in those precious moments, the mystery girl could easily slip into the madness and chaos of the city and Marco might as well put a blaster bolt through his own head.
Marco nearly let out a string of curses that would've even made the scumbags blush when he spotted his answer, probably the luckiest break he's had in the longest time. Which is really sad that it turned out to be a slanted, thick piece of 2x4 propped against a nearby building.
But! It was tall enough to reach the fire escape that led to the roofs and hopefully giving Marco the path of least resistance towards the beauty racing away from him.
Marco holstered his guns, trying to clear his groggy head as he made his way up the wooden piece of salvation.
"Well I guess Lady Luck hasn't completely abandoned..."
Marco heard the crack, the breaking and splintering of weakened wood that was just the worst thing ever.
"YOU ARE..." Marco shouted, stopped mid sentence when the board began sliding forward, becoming more and more steep as it rose parallel to the building.
Marco leapt for it, his hands grabbing the cold, rusted metal bars and with a moment of effort, hauled himself onto its safety.
Marco wasted no time, quickly ascending the aged fire escape, his steps unsteady and shaky but there was no time to slow down; that girl was getting away!
Marco reached the rooftop and felt a dull ache throughout his body but he paid it no mind. Adrenaline should kick back him and allow him to ignore it a little further.
Marco spotted the blonde girl, the alleyway she escaped through spreading out into a market place. She turned sharply left, directly heading across Marco's path. All he had to do was run straight across several buildings and he would catch up to her. That, with the added height he was currently enjoying, meant Marco could find her no problem.
"I am going to kill that girl!" Marco snarled, breaking into a run and leaping across the rundown buildings towards his target.
Star stopped under closed store's canopy. She knew she should keep moving, trying to evade her pursers by putting as much distance between her and the them but she felt compelled to stop. She needed a moment and as long as that thief was stuck back there, she would have many of them.
She felt a pang of guilt when she thought of the thief though she quickly dismissed the feeling. It wasn't her fault that he stole the Starco, taking it to this deep, underground pit of criminal scum. He was obviously planning on selling it and using the money it brought to fund his dirty habits. Probably had a few strippers and alcoholic drinks waiting for him to arrive with the credits he would carelessly burn through.
Star hated hurting people (except those who deserved it) but it couldn't be helped in her line of work and no matter what that man clearly deserved what he got coming to him.
She thought. Well more like hoped because if it turned out he was...
"No" Star told herself forcefully "He was a bad man, end of story."
she took a deep, calming breath, fishing inside her bag for the mystical object, thinking it was safe given the fact the marketplace was completely deserted.
She peered carefully at the beautiful object, turning it over in her hands as she tried to figure out what made this one orb worth anything. Other than looking absolutely breathtaking, she could not fathom why anyone would want such a piece of art.
Star blinked, unsure if she was really feeling the Starco warming up, subtly but surely. Was that why someone would pay top dollar for it? Because it would randomly heat up and warm fingers or something? This better not have been a glorified heater or something!
Star sighed longingly, the Starco's warmth reaching its apex. It felt like the object was directly filling her body, her soul with...something. For some reason she felt happy, content. She dared even say safe. Emotions and concepts she hasn't felt in a very, very long time.
She closed her eyes despite how dangerous it could've been, simply enjoying the moment and all its glory. The quiet yet noisy universe as it was.
She felt her heart skip when she felt a tap on her right shoulder, startling her into action. Her eyes popped open as she turned to to face her attacker, wand blazing at nothing.
Star felt confused until she felt the Starco pried from her fingers.
Marco remained quiet as he slipped onto the canopy, careful not to make a single sound. He looked over the edge, trying to stifle a cheer at the sight of the pretty blonde girl, her face darting around in all directions but above.
Marco's heart softened at the sight of her. Pretty did the girl no justice. Gorgeous, beautiful, more breathtaking than a supernova would've more proper.
Marco shook his head, pulling away from the distraction that stood beneath him. She tried to kill him, she stole from him and tried to make off with his package while leaving him dead.
Marco peered quickly again, noticing that the girl closed her eyes for some reason. It wasn't the smartest thing but hey, whatever worked in his favor.
Marco gripped the edge tightly, flipping forward before quietly dropping next to the occupied girl. Whatever she was doing, she was really into it.
Marco had the drop on her for once and he had to be smart about what he was going to do.
He reached around her shoulder, careful not to touch her yet.
He took a deep breath, gently tapping the other side of her shoulder, pulling back when her eyes shot open, her head twisting, facing away from him.
Marco bent low, grabbing and pulling the orb away from her grip before running directly in front of his foe.
Just as he expected, Star turned her head to where he had been, completely missing him, her wand arm flying over his head as she pointlessly shot something in the other direction
Marco drew a pistol, air blasting Star to the floor before he bolted away from her, running down the marketplace street and the countless booths that littered it.
Star huffed, blowing her hair out of her face before rising to her feet once more.
Star turned to see the retreating figure of the thief, Starco safely tucked away in his pocket as he pulled out his other pistol.
Star growled, angry that after everything she done for that loser, he still had the nerve to ambush her like that! The wand glowed to reflect her anger.
"Rocket Rabbit Jump!" She screamed, pointing the wand towards the ground.
There was loud boom and a mass of pink smoke before Star was launched high into the air, sailing through the cavern towards the thief.
"Crystal Heart attack!" Star shouted, waving her wand and sending a volley of razor sharp hearts in his direction.
Marco heard the whistling of the very air itself being cut in half. He turned around only to see the glint of some fast moving objects heading towards him, the cloak girl flying through the air charismatically before landing on a nearby roof, breaking into a run the moment her feet touched the tile.
Marco tucked into a roll, the hearts missing him and slicing into a nearby booth that promptly fell apart at the loss of its key structural components.
Marco steadied himself, coming out of his roll and crouching on one knee while taking careful aim towards the approaching girl.
A gust of wind came out of the barrel, being next to useless at this range. All it did was blow her hair around like she was in some sort of shampoo commercial.
"UUUUGH!" Marco groaned, recklessly firing with the other pistol, lightning bolts spat out at rapid fire "This is why I hate having the guns on different settings!"
Star could not believe the thief tried the air trick again. Granted she did flinch thinking that she was about to be violently shoved off the rooftops. Instead she was gifted with a gentle and nice breeze.
The thief wasted no time, switching to his other gun and firing a barrage of those crackling blaster bolts her way while making his way to the side of the street away from her
. She leaned forward and broke into a runner's sprint, pushing her body as hard as she could while she ducked and twirled to avoid being hit. She saw first hand what those bolts could do and she had no desire to experience it for herself!
Marco took every possible shot he could towards the cloaked girl while keeping one eye ahead in case he had to avoid any incoming obstacles.
But the cloaked girl was good: twisting mid air, hand standing off the roof and flipping around like a ninja to avoid his attack. She even deflected the bolts with her wand thingy, parrying like a fencer and sending them flying in all directions with effortless ease.
Star leapt over the gap in between the buildings, throwing more hearts towards the thief.
The thief kept stealing glances at her, skidding and awkwardly twisting to avoid the spell. He was clumsy, always nearly losing his footing and sometimes he got lucky, the hearts colliding with something in the environment that he happened to cross in front of.
Marco couldn't keep this up. Unlike most of the thugs he regularly encountered, this girl knew how to hit a bullseye. The only reason Marco had enough time to react to whatever the hell she was throwing at him was because of distance. The moment she closed that? He was a dead man.
Marco could barely resister the hissing noise before something tackled him from the side, sending him falling to the floor as a heavy weight pressed itself on his chest.
Marco looked up to find himself staring into the teeth of Mr. Scum.
"Leaving so soon Mr. Ramirez?"
Marco was confused "Ramirez? Whose that?"
Mr. Scum's yellowish eyes narrowed, taking a bite of the space in front of Marco as a type of warning.
"It's your name you idiot!"
Marco clicked his tongue "Oh right, the fake name I gave you."
Mr. Scum roared "FAKE NAME!?"
Star stopped. The thief had been forced to the floor by that giant raptor thingy who looked like it was ready to take a big chunk of loser lowlife.
Star should've let him eat the ass. All that stupid idiot was good for was causing trouble and annoying her. That raptor deserved a treat and Star was going to let him have it.
Except...
Marco tried not to let fear overwhelm him but when a man sized dinosaur had you pinned to the floor, it made you really wonder about your really poor life decisions.
Marco tried to lift his gun but one good stomp from Mr. Scum put a stop to that idea.
"I am going to enjoy eating you Mr. Ramirez." Mr. Scum hissed.
"And I'm going to enjoy telling you how much you suck! It's a lot by the way!"
Mr. Scum grinned as he reared back, his jaw opening impossibly wide.
"YOU REALLY, REALLY SUCK!" Marco shouted in a panic.
Mr. Scum moved forward, jaws slowly closing while he almost brought his teeth down on Marco's head.
There was a flair of a keyboard.
Mr. Scum looked up only to find a snout full of narwhal for his curiosity.
Marco pushed against the ground in a panic, running as far as he could from Mr. Scum, taking cover behind a nearby booth.
Mr. Scum shook off his surprise and took a look at savior of the meatbag. It was the female meatbag charging up that stick for another attack.
Mr. Scum let out a furious roar, one that felt like it bounced around every corner of the cavern and came at the pair from everywhere.
Star aimed her next spell directly at the raptor only to hear the shuffling of feet. She caught sight of a dozen or so thugs taking positions on the roof just across the way.
She changed targets, sending her narwhal towards the group. Two thugs were caught in the attack but the others dove to the ground.
Star looked around desperately before she spotted a small Star sized chimney just a few feet from her. A couple of blue bolts from the thief's pistol paralyzed and caused uncontrollable twitching in a few of them but a loud boom and the sudden stop of assistance told Star the thief had his own trouble.
The thugs opened fire, a rain of red blaster bolts coming from every angle. Star made it just in time thanks to the thief. She shrunk herself as much as she could while the bolts began chipping away at her cover.
Marco ducked, making himself as small as possible as a thick green blast took off the upper half of his cover, the edges of what remain sizzling as if it had been super heated. Marco popped his head out in time only to be forced to duck once more, another attack barely missing him
Mr. Scum grinned evilly, aiming his cannon aim towards the helpless human. True he could've melted away the rest of his pathetic cover easily but this was so much more fun.
Marco glanced upwards only to see a relentless assault pounding away against a chimney block. Looks like he wasn't getting any more help from the cloaked girl.
Star glanced downward, managing to catch a glimpse of the thief laying flat on his back, the raptor aiming its metal cased arm (with a large barrel now sticking out of it. ) and firing a constant stream of disintegration ammo into the slowly dwindling booth. No more help from the thief.
The two closed their eyes, praying it would be over soon when there was a loud woosh and the sound of some hover technology.
Star peered out when she heard the ratta, ratta, ratta of a machine spitting out something at quick pace. Star felt something puncture her neck and suddenly felt woozy and dizzy. She blacked out a second later.
Marco looked up carefully, noticing the thugs on the roof dropping like flies.
Marco locked eyes with Mr. Scum, his eyes narrowing
"I have both your scents" Mr. Scum hissed "I will hunt you down and you will wish I made your death slow and painful.
Mr. Scum turned around, bending over in a traditional raptor pose before taking off at full speed, every knock out darts narrowly missing him and cracking harmlessly against the ground while he and a handful of thugs escaped into the night.
"Greeeat more lifetime enemies!" Marco looked up to find several circling peacekeeper cruisers, a large turret machine gun aimed pointed cautiously at everyone in case they needed to fire more sleeping darts.
Marco could not believe his luck. He dropped his pistols on the ground, laying face down on the floor so they didn't shoot or worse, tase him.
Marco turned his head to what remained of the booth and notice some tape hanging easily with reach. It was almost the same skin color as him!
He worked quickly as the peacekeepers rappelled down from their hover speeders.
Marco reached for two things: a paperclip in his pocket and a piece of the skin colored tape.
He pressed the paperclip against his arm, slapping and smoothing out the tape over it as best as he could.
"FREEZE! HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" a peacekeeper shouted, aiming a blaster in Marco's face.
"Hands are up good sir!" Marco replied showing he was complying.
They cuffed him, kicking away his weapons while bringing him up to his feet. Marco's heart stopped when the peacekeeper nearly pressed against the tape but calmed down when the officer moved his hand and began guiding him by pushing his shoulder.
Marco whistled, having finally noticed the amount of damaged the 3 factions managed to cause: Booths shredded apart, craters in the street and walls, scorch marks. A brick fell randomly, cracking against the floor. No wonder the criminals called the peacekeepers, they must've thought a war broke out.
"You're going away for a long time punk" The peacekeeper spat in his ear, putting him in the back of the cruiser while a thick, more armored vehicle flew around picking up the rest of the combatants and others began gingerly picking up the various weapons with tongs.
"I'll be up for parole very soon" Marco muttered under his breath, rubbing the tape lightly, looking out the window as the cruiser rose into the air.
Present day
Star peered cautiously at the back of Marco's head as he piloted the JLT to some safe, remote spot. She hated to admit but she was getting sleepy and as much as she didn't trust the man in front of her, she knew she had to offer just a little leeway.
"I can hear you breathing" Marco told her, head never turning around "If you want to sneak attack someone, I suggest you stop heavily drawing in air"
"I'm not trying to sneak attack you" Star said simply, not wanting to take a step into the cramp cockpit. It seated five but it was not great for those with personal space issues and fear of tight spaces.
"Oh, that is a pleasant surprise." Marco chuckled softly before shaking his head in disbelief "I can't believe I'm taking joy in that."
"Anyway, Captain Marco"
Marco waved her off, slowly parking the ship to be silhouetted by a blue moon that blended the ship in the foreground perfectly to the untrained eye.
"I'm not Jack, no need to captain me."
"Umm...Mr..."
"Marco" he muttered, exhausted as he stood up, turning to face Star "Just Marco."
"Marco" Star said slowly, unsure how she felt about the taste the word left in her mouth "I was wondering..."
"Where you're going to sleep right?" Marco filled in, motioning for her to move into the halls.
Star eyed him carefully, totally not accidentally checking him out while she searched for his dangerous twin pistols.
"Right." She turned around, walking quickly to hide her flushing face.
"Umm Star" Marco called after her "Too far, it's the 2nd door to your right."
Star faced him, counting the doors before figuring out which one he was talking.
Star stepped through and was greeted with a rather small but cozy alcove. Space was tight but looked far better than her massive prison cell and she had more than enough ceiling to avoid bonking her head. She could even stretch in here!
Star placed one hand gingerly on the bed, marveling at how soft the mattress was.
"This ship is meant to be lived in while runs were being made" Marco explained, taking a silent joy at the awe and excited way Star's eyes gleamed "So I paid for a good bed."
"Not bad" Star admitted, turning to face Marco who hung out in the doorframe. Star was glad he stayed there because if he stepped inside, they would only have about 2 inches or so space between them.
Star looked around, noticing how bleak and empty the walls looked. "You really need to decorate this place."
Marco said nothing, instead pressing down a button on the inside keypad.
Star narrowed her eyes, certain he was going to lock her in but the 3 by 3 grid of numbers simply began flashing.
"I hadn't programmed a lock combo yet" Marco explained, pulling his hand away "So I figured you'd want to set one up. 4 numbers."
"Why?" Star muttered softly.
"We barely know each other. You don't trust me and I don't trust you. I want you to be comfortable because..."
"I'd let my guard down?"
Marco shook his head "If anyone's gotta keep their guard up it's me. No, because it'll be easier to work together."
Star nodded, trying not to let the smile show on her face.
"Alright, get some sleep princess."
Star nearly jumped out of her skin, unsure how he figured it out when she noticed the joking grin on his face. It was made in a jest, not because he knew the truth.
"W-wait Marco!" Star called after him when he left her view.
Marco's head popped in from the side "Already missing me princess?"
Star scoffed and rolled her eyes "You wish Diaz. No I was wondering where were you going to sleep?"
"Aww worried about me?"
"N-no! I'm just curious. I mean I'm not taking away your bed...am I?"
Marco shook his head "Don't worry, there's another bed on the ship. Night princess."
"Stop calling me that!" she shouted at him while his steps echoed down the hall.
Star looked at the keyboard warily, wondering what horrible trap he had planned.
She carefully touched the first number, relived when it didn't shock her or throw poisonous gas in her face. But there was always a chance it was waiting.
No such thing happened, the keypad simply turned blue letting Star know that the first part of the entry code was accepted.
Star quickly punched in the other 3 digits, chiding herself for using the same 4 number password like she always did.
She tested it, opening and closing the door a few times and trying to budge against it when it was 'locked'
"Well I'll be..." Star told her, genuinely surprised when it turns out Marco indeed let her set the code for the room.
She opened the door, nodding in silence before she felt a yawn coming on. She laid on the bed, telling herself she'd simply close her eyes and wouldn't drift off to sleep quite yet.
"The princess of a criminal organization runs away with a handsome thief" Star murmured sleepily to herself "it sounds like the beginning of a bad story..."
Marco woke with a start, banging his foot against the control console.
He bit his lip, trying not yell in pain as the blanket slipped off him exposing him into the icy cold air of the ship.
Marco rubbed his eyes tiredly, trying to forget the latest Jackie induced nightmare. He didn't know why he bother sleeping. 90% of the time it was just night terrors and the other 10% were just restless dreams.
Marco sat back into the pilot's seat, staring blankly into the cosmos.
He did not have another bed on the ship. He only had one installed before Jackie tried to kill him. Probably the universe screaming "FORESHADOWING" at him.
Marco released a deep sigh, one that seemed to carry the weight of his troubles on it.
Why did he give Star the room? Why did he give her the bed? Why did he let her program the lock code?
Marco kept coming up with weak excuses: She might be the spoiled type, it would be easier to work with her if she was content and felt like she had a place to get away from him, he wouldn't get much sleep in the bed so someone would might as well use it.
Hollow. Every single one.
Marco stood up, his cramp limbs screaming at him for finally letting them stretch.
Against his better judgment, he began walking towards Star's room. It was stupid and honestly a bit creepy but he needed to walk around for a while and he was always raised to be a good host. Even to girl's that tried to kill him a little over 24 hours ago.
Marco was surprised when he found Star's door wide open and was greeted with a picturesque moment.
Star was turned away from him, blanket covering her body as her arms laid in front of her and exposed to the chill air. The nearby light from the planet bathed her in a bluish glow making her look unearthly. Her breathing was soft and from what he was able to tell, she seemed to be smiling in her sleep.
Marco quietly made his way into the room, reaching to pull blanket over her arms when Jackie flashed into his mind, the dull ache of the knife wound returning to his shoulder.
He let his hand drop, trembling and shaking uncontrollably.
Carefully, he took steps out of the room, stopping only to close the door.
He stared at the door, a million emotions running through his entire being.
"She'll just try to kill you" he muttered softly to himself "They always do..."
Marco shook his head, making his way to the cockpit and trying to make himself as comfortable as he could.
"Captain?" the dull robotic voice of onboard computer called to him "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Well it is midnight, galactic standard day the 13th of your month October
"Wait...it's the 13th?!"
"Yes" The computer "I am currently reminding you of the event you have planned for today at Earth time noon."
"Shit, shit shit" Marco began whispering "How far is it?"
"if you start flying now, you'll make planet fall by 10 a.m. Earth time."
Marco frantically searched through the dozens of secret compartments, his panic subsiding when he found himself staring at a thick, unassuming brown package that the peacekeepers did not manage to find.
"Okay, reroute course towards the planet Eden" Marco ordered, powering up the ship and preparing for flight.
"The planet Eden" The voice told him "is the Federation capital. As you have just escaped from Federation jail, it is unwise for you to head there."
"Well the Black Flare attacked the station. Might be a while before they know I've escaped. Besides I know ways in and this is important..sooo...captain override."
"Override accepted, and I must remind you to buy fuel when we arrive. The peacekeepers did not refuel your ship they impounded it."
Marco shook his head "Of course they didn't. And I need a hyperdrive too. More and more expenses. Alright let's go ship. To Eden!"
The ship roared to life, moving across the vast emptiness of space while Marco thought to himself "Star is going to totally kill me"