Hovering not far above Triton, Neptune's moon, was a girl.
Dark brown long hair, Slightly tanned skin, 6 foot, Blue eyes, and looks worth dying for.
She wore a white jacket what went half way down her thigh and was lined by red material at the collar. Underneath she wore a plain, navy blue shirt that reached her waist and no longer than that. Next to that was her trousers, baggy, black, and actually went under the bottom of her shirt at her waist, and overlapped her shoes at the ankles. Her shoes were alike to high-tops, but they would glow with a bright blue light like the sky on Earth, and the rest of the shoe was a pristine white that shone against the stars that seemed distant, as if the shoes were plastic. They also bore a booster on the bottom that shot flames, making her soar through space.
She pulled a device from her pocket on her trousers. Looking at it, she glanced at Triton once again.
"This contradicts everything," She shook her head, looking again at Triton as if to double-check, "The job said Triton's core might be overheating, yet it looks exactly the same as the latest picture taking by the XZ-Bot. None of the icy plains are melting, nor is the lowest crater even showing any signs of high temperature.."
Once again checking, she squinted and turned away.
Without even glancing at the device to check yet again, She flipped it shut. Clenching her fist, She muttered;
"Another scam. That's the 27th this month, I believe, It's almost as if they're frequent.. No wonder the Requester never left their name or address."
She closed her eyes and thought for a second.
'Luna's in Andromeda,' she thought to herself; 'It's not far away as long as I use the ProPod.' She looked behind her at an orby-looking, small spacecraft, almost like an escape pod.
It was rounded, pristine white, and like her boots, rimmed by a glowing, sky blue light with a Star Visor on the rounded glass window at the pilot's seat. Only two people can fit inside.
Iris' boots blasted the emptiness and darkness of space away with the flames from the boosters, until she made it to the ProPod. She sat and started up the engine, and alike her boots there was a booster pipe at the back of the ship that was connected to the engine to make it go. Except that the ProPod possesses a flame that is sky blue, like the neon lights that rim the ship and the boots.
The ship started with a 'vrrrm', which turned to clean silence and smoothness as it cruised out of the milky way with speedy ease, and into the Andromeda.
Dark brown long hair, Slightly tanned skin, 6 foot, Blue eyes, and looks worth dying for.
She wore a white jacket what went half way down her thigh and was lined by red material at the collar. Underneath she wore a plain, navy blue shirt that reached her waist and no longer than that. Next to that was her trousers, baggy, black, and actually went under the bottom of her shirt at her waist, and overlapped her shoes at the ankles. Her shoes were alike to high-tops, but they would glow with a bright blue light like the sky on Earth, and the rest of the shoe was a pristine white that shone against the stars that seemed distant, as if the shoes were plastic. They also bore a booster on the bottom that shot flames, making her soar through space.
She pulled a device from her pocket on her trousers. Looking at it, she glanced at Triton once again.
"This contradicts everything," She shook her head, looking again at Triton as if to double-check, "The job said Triton's core might be overheating, yet it looks exactly the same as the latest picture taking by the XZ-Bot. None of the icy plains are melting, nor is the lowest crater even showing any signs of high temperature.."
Once again checking, she squinted and turned away.
It looks like a Ds.
"Another scam. That's the 27th this month, I believe, It's almost as if they're frequent.. No wonder the Requester never left their name or address."
She closed her eyes and thought for a second.
'Luna's in Andromeda,' she thought to herself; 'It's not far away as long as I use the ProPod.' She looked behind her at an orby-looking, small spacecraft, almost like an escape pod.
It was rounded, pristine white, and like her boots, rimmed by a glowing, sky blue light with a Star Visor on the rounded glass window at the pilot's seat. Only two people can fit inside.
Iris' boots blasted the emptiness and darkness of space away with the flames from the boosters, until she made it to the ProPod. She sat and started up the engine, and alike her boots there was a booster pipe at the back of the ship that was connected to the engine to make it go. Except that the ProPod possesses a flame that is sky blue, like the neon lights that rim the ship and the boots.
The ship started with a 'vrrrm', which turned to clean silence and smoothness as it cruised out of the milky way with speedy ease, and into the Andromeda.
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