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Despite how sanitized the Axiom was kept, Thompson had somehow caught some sort of virus about a week ago. And even though he was recovering (surprisingly quickly, given his old age), he had still woken up that morning with another headache and sore throat. Regardless, he proceeded with his duties, not giving the symptoms much thought, even when the soreness refused to die down several cups of water later. “Morning AUTO,” he greeted half-heartedly as he reached the bridge, getting a low “greetings captain” in response. Heading toward his station, he started the morning broadcast. “Good morning, ladies and gentle

The former spy sighs and stretches out her right arm, reaching for the shadows of the night. Their wisps writhe and coil around her, staying invisible until she calls them into the physical world. Vapor strokes the shadows, finding comfort in their fluid yet chaotic movements, her eyes half-open in thought. It has been two days since ValenPacs. Betrayus is getting impatient, and as much as she hates to admit it, so is she. The fire ghost confronted the group that morning, demanding an explanation for the lack of information on the PacMan, and much to her disappointment, she could not uncover anything about the PacMan that they have never kno

AUTO rested above the Axiom Computer, as composed as ever, his wheel shifting ever so slightly as he piloted the spacecraft. Below, Captain Thompson snoozed on, lost in his sea of dreams, unaware of the day’s significance. All the better. A soft ping, followed by the voice of the main computer, resonated softly through the bridge, notifying the autopilot of the Axiom Return Vehicles’s arrival. Pensive, the bot stared out into the mass of stars before spinning his wheel, redirecting the Axiom deeper into space and farther from Earth, Directive A113 coursing through his code. ————————

TYP-E hung silently, his pointer-like hands resting above the touchscreen keyboard. Every so often, he would press a series of keys, executing a command or writing down a part of a report. His hands would move slowly, almost lazily, across the screen, as if he was weighed down by the repetitiveness of the motion. It was not that he didn’t like his job. After all, to every robot, directive is everything. Order and objective. On some days though, like today, it could feel excruciatingly tedious. The typing bot stared down at the screen, before pressing another button. Hands always perpendicular to the board. Always the same action. A s

Vapor flinches and jerks awake, a passionate retort on the tip of her tongue, her tail lashing and hands balling as hatred and loss course through her. Her eyes flash dangerously as she whips around furiously, before dimming to a confused scan as she registers the setting. Several collapsed bunks are placed against the walls. The rest of the room is in no better shape. The musty odor of rotting wood, tinted with the sharp scent of rust, hangs in the air. The new hide-out she has chosen. Right then… She takes a shuddering breath, a habit that she has retained from when she was still alive. Looking at the four ghosts she is charged with

Vapor gives the pink and orange ghosts a push forward, more of a little nudge than anything. The three are currently hiding out in the shade of some bushes. “Go on,” she commands. “Find the yellow one and give him my message. I’ll be watching close by.” “Why are we the ones to do this?” Clyde asks, looking back at her. Despite her best efforts, her tail twitches with irritation. The sun is starting to get to her, and she is in no mood for any long explanations. “Because,” she states, barely holding back a growl of frustration, “you two seem to be on… friendlier terms… w

“I can’t believe Vapor is actually letting us go free today!” Blinky whispers as he leads the way to town, glancing back at said ghost trailing behind the group. “Yeah, she is usually so uptight,” Inky replies. “What gives?” Vapor gives the boys a glance before looking away, her eyes half closed. “The way you throw the word “usually” around is unimpressive yet slightly amusing. We first met yesterday,” she huffs. “Besides, who said I am letting you completely free? All I mean is you can go into town without hiding today. I shall be following you as much as possible.R

“I ‘ave installed a video recorder on ze headset so we can see what Vapor sees, even if there are no slug cams.” Dr. Buttocks informs Betrayus and his brother proudly as he switches the broadcast to the correct channel. A feed appears on the screen, showing the blue and orange ghost. ————————————————————————————————————————— Inky looks back at Vapor. “Are ya sure you’r

Tension strains the air between the gang, and as illogical as the idea might seem, Pinky cannot help but wonder if a breeze can get rid some of the oppressiveness. Yeah, she would love that very much. Floating beside Blinky, the female member casts a look over at him questioningly, noting the way the leader is holding himself. It reminds her of when she first met him: distant and stiff. His eyes hold a particularly conflicted look, and it seems like any comment will set him off. Inky floats on her other side, looking absolutely down. He seems to be in the same mental state as Blinky. Sometimes he will look up at Blinky, as if he is about to