Relic from the seas

By

Dr Facer

-18-

X was the only one left by the time Alia arrived to HQ's hangar. He was leaning on a Bee Blader and casually conversing with Douglas. She approached them and heard the mechanic was asking about the shuttler's performance during space travel, to which X answered with detailed information about the small ship and how it handled during take-off and in space. Douglas nodded and typed some information on his data pad. He noticed Alia was approaching, so he excused himself and returned to his workshop.

"The others?" She asked.

"Already left," X said. "Zero and Layer on Ride Chasers, Axl and Pallette took a Wing Flutter."

"And us?"

"We'll go on this old Bee Blader," X told her, then looked at her with some concern. "Did you recharge? I remember your power core was running low."

"I'm ok now, I stopped for a subtank on my way here," she said with a smile. "Thanks for caring, I appreciate it."

"Don't mention it, shall we go?"

She nodded and interfaced with the Bee Blader, ordering it to open the door. "Yes, we better."

"Ah… Alia," he called her, his tone of voice a little uncertain.

"What is it, X?"

"Would you mind if we go somewhere else first?"

"You want to go to Russia, am I wrong?" She asked, feeling a little bit unnerved.

"Yes, I have to see Splash Woman," X said, looking at his left to avoid Alia's gaze. "She's probably worried about me. I need to let her know I'm fine."

The navigator took in a deep breath and sighed. "Alright, X. We'll go to Russia first. Signas won't like it, though."

"Thank you, Alia," X said, relieved by her words. He had feared she would insist they give priority to the mission, and was glad she was being so understanding, "don't worry about Signas, I already told him."

Notes:

Thanks to Adam for beta reading.