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Gwen stared at the screen in front of her, watching sector 46A. So far, no one had responded.
Zanna nodded. She used Alex as a support to keep walking forward.
//sorry I had to do stuff
My oc's name is Jonathan Arcker, and I don't know what else to introduce
He walks towards his ship, "Alexander, subject 997. Activate." He calls. The ship goes invisible as they enter.
Once they enter the ship Zanna's breathing slowly evens out. She felt strength returning to her limbs. She mumbled to herself, "Took long enough."
//also I'm guessing we are in a galra ship?
"Here." he sits her in the co pilot seat and rummages around the ship, making sure there are supplies such as food, water, medicals, etc.
Zanna sighs, "I hate that so much."
He nods, before walking to the pilot seat. "We're good…" He mutters under his breath.
Zanna looks out the window, "Ready?"
"Yeah… Can't believe I'm leaving this place… for good…" He mutters before shooting outside the base.
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Five minutes… Gwen had made a rule for herself. If someone didn't respond to a distress call after fifteen minutes, she could jump in. The problem was, no one would be able to cover her shift if she left.
Zanna stared off at the stars. She looked at the Galra ships now surrounding the base, "Where to now?"
"I… I don't know…" He mutters, shaking his head. "We'll find a peaceful planet until we can find an actual place to go…"
"You sent a distress signal right?" Zanna asked him, "That means someone knows about us."
"Yeah. Hopefully they'll find us…" he stares at his home planet surrounded by galra. He lets out a soft sigh.
Zanna limped over and placed a hand on Alex's shoulder, "Everything is going to be fine. If you hit rock bottom there's only one way left."
"Up." he answers, giving a slight smile.
"Yep!" Zanna smiled back.
He nods, "Alright. It's not like this could get any worse."
"Oh I mean it could," Zanna quickly added on, "But we aren't asking for it Universe. Do you hear me?! It could be worse, but its not! DO NOT MAKE IT WORSE!"
He laughs softly. "Let's get out of here."
Zanna laughed at her only silliness, "Yeah lets."
She sat back down and felt her fingers trace the lightning mark on her arm.
He nods, hitting a few buttons and going into hyperspace.
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One minute. Gwen tapped on the desk nervously. She hadn't been out of this room in a week. She followed the signal as it went through hyperspace.
He stands, stretching. He winces in pain. The cut had been deep. Really deep, and he didn't have the proper equipment to heal the cut in his side.
"You sure that cuts fine?" Zanna asked him.
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A fake alarm went off in Gwen's head. That's fifteen minutes.. She stood up from her chair, stretching and realizing how out of shape she was. This should be fun… She ran out of the room, almost surprised by the brightness of outside. Gwen threw on a bag that she kept for emergencies and hopped into a small grey and orange ship, throwing her bag on the floor of it. The ship could barely fit five people, so she hoped whoever she was rescuing consisted of just a few.
He nods, "Yeah. It just needs time to heal." He mutters.
Zanna nodded. She was exhausted, "I'm taking a nap. Wake me if help comes."
