‘ do you REALLY think they’re going to believe us? we told them we had the lion and never delivered it to them. we’re probably on their banned list and not to mention we’ll be captured again and forced to battle something that could kill you. sorry’ —— he said, tone of voice barely changing but all in all he was quite concerned —– ‘ but i’m not taking any chances.’ ——– being a prisoner of the galra was horrible, they had nothing and you literally sat in darkness for years and some even died doing so. rather it was from simply holding their breath or starvation; it was hard to think about it and even wrap his mind around it. why would any race of the universe want to torture others like that? what did they have to gain by killing off an entire species? he wondered at all if the galra saw the beauty in life or were they too busy being up zarkon’s ass.
who possibly had no feelings at all considering he was stealing life from innocent planets that literally had done nothing to him. talk about personal issues that were hard to understand nor did anyone care. looking back toward the gps, there was literally nothing in their path for miles and had he known that he would have grabbed more food. beezer continued to beep continously which was lightly driving him crazy but with one look toward the unit and it seemed to dim down quietly, the fan making this steady continuous sound, the poor guy was possibly over heating. busying himself, he seemed to hide the expression of sadness on his face quite easily ( use to it ) and placed his hand over nyma’s that had been previously on his wrist.
❛ you’re being paranoid. ❜
but he wasn’t completely wrong. they took a big risk contacting them the FIRST time. who’s to say contacting them a second time wouldn’t result in them being imprisoned yet again. yet, what was life without a little risk ? if getting a lion to zarkon was out of the question, perhaps trading information would be rewarding. the galra empire had, originally, requested information in promise of a reward. if she could negotiate their freedom, it was a risk she had to take. with or without his blessing.
❛ fine. if you say so, BOSS. ❜
nyma brushed her hand over beezer’s screen, powering him down so he could recharge && not be forced to run in the heat. curious orbs flickered up to meet his gaze, her hand relaxing in his touch. smooth fingers laced through his, giving his hand a soft squeeze before pressing her lips to the curve of his jaw.
❛ go. see if you can get some parts for the ship. ❜
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