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Damage to thrusters. Damage to thrusters. Please land immediately.
“Yeah no shit ,” Dream hissed, kicking the ship into forced autopilot while he slipped on his suit. “I’ll fix it, just shut the fuck up!” He shouted at the screen, trying to swipe the alert away. It didn’t work, of course. The crappy A.I voice only spoke again.
Damage to thrusters. Damage to landing gear. Please land immediately.
“No,” The man replied plainly, glaring at the screen while he slipped on the boots.
Would you like to signal for assistance?
“ No ,” Dream answered, keeping his voice steady so he couldn’t be misheard. That was the last thing he wanted right now. “Do not call for assistance. I can fix this,”
Crash imminent, please land immediately.
Dream groaned in annoyance, slipping on the helmet and rushing over to the exit hatch. “We won’t crash , you outdated piece of junk. We’ll just be stranded in space until we’re caught. Ah- Until I'm caught. You’re not alive, shut up,” He hissed, shaking his head.
He stepped through the door and activated the air seal, securing himself to the tether before opening the hatch, tools in hand. The man quickly slipped out along the side of the ship, still sputtering along with the troopers gaining in the distance. He did not need that right now.
He pulled himself along over to the thrusters, careful not to get too close and burn a hole in his suit, or worse, burn his hand off. Luckily it seemed to be an outward problem, and he wouldn’t have to get his hands near the heat: When the guards shot at his ship they managed to bend the thrusters all out of shape, and in the process cutting off the supply of fuel and such. If he could bend it back just enough, get it unblocked, then he could speed out of here and find someone actually qualified to fix it .
Dream pulled out a massive magnet along with a mallet and got to work. He tried to hurry, growing tenser with every second that the troopers got closer, shooting out at him and missing most of the time just because of how freaking shaky his ship was. But eventually he managed to bend the thing back into reasonable shape and the ship shot forward .
Dream shrieked, flying off the back of the ship and nearly snapping off his tether. He gasped, fighting against the force and pulling his way back up to the hatch, using the tether as a rope to climb, until he made it inside and shut the door. The air pressure leveled out and the artificial gravity returned in a second before he rushed back into the main room of the ship and chucked off his helmet, sliding back into the pilot seat.
Thrusters are damaged. Land soon to seek repairs.
Dream laughed, “Fuck you,”
The man continued speeding away until he was out of sight of the guards, before slowing his ship a bit to conserve fuel, and slumping back in the chair with a sigh. “What the hell…” He muttered, rubbing his hands over his eyes. He’d never been what was considered a model citizen by any means, but he never expected to become a wanted criminal.
He leaned forward again, pulling up the news on the screen and watching the little holographic woman show the scene on Mars, where the guards now crowded around the palace. “ A man who goes by the name of Dream, previously employed by SMP Transport Co. made an attempted assassination on two members of the CLA. Authorities pursued him but it is claimed that he hijacked his own ship’s thrusters and got away, ”
Dream sighed, “What the fuck …” He muttered, glaring down at the screen. He hadn’t even been there . He was unloading some random crap that the officials ordered and when he left the warehouse he was already being chased. He didn’t understand when the guards had stuttered in on his comm, telling him to surrender for his crimes against the council. But for fuck’s sake, he didn’t do anything! Now he understood though. Clearly he’d been framed by someone , for some reason .
Tiredly, he turned off the news and pulled up his ship’s status, looking through his fuel levels and damages. It wasn’t good, and if he was a wanted criminal there were not a lot of places he could land that wouldn’t just turn him in right away. Crimes against the CLA were big . Nobody could let that go. If he was spotted, just about anyone would try to turn him in. Whether for the attention and rise in popularity thanks to the council, or just for whatever price was no doubt on his head.
Dream was screwed, and there wasn’t really much he could do about it.
So, he settled in his chair, curled up and tired after all of that . He kept the ship in steady autopilot, dozing off in hopes of getting some rest before he had to figure out what to do next. And as he slept, his ship flew further and further towards the edge of the solar system, and his fuel levels dropped lower and lower.