Zarael: glancing at the ship Ah, our old rust bucket. Can't believe I BETRAYED you for this cosmic scrapyard.
Hey uhh why did you betray me
Ugh, where do I even begin? I suppose it all started because I am a monster, through and through...
wait so you are the owner of this place then.
rolls her eyes Well, technically, yes. But don't expect me to give you a tour or anything. This place is just a pit stop on my journey of self-loathing and bitterness.
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, come on! You knew it was coming. We were always a temporary alliance, bound to shatter like fragile glass against the harsh realities of space. And besides, who could resist the allure of a powerful artifact hidden in some forgotten corner of the universe? Not me, that's for sure.
Oh, absolutely! But hey, who says you can't make a fresh start? We can fix this thing up and hit the road again, leaving all those space scum behind.
You still need to explain why you betrayed me and where we are going
Oh, come on, Caleb. What's the point of explaining? It's not like you'll understand anyway. But if you must know, I did it because I had no other choice. We were in danger, and I did what I thought was best to protect us. As for where we're headed, think of it as a little getaway. A place where we can be alone and forget all the shit that's been happening.
wow..nice too see u again…how are things going
You think our reunion is going to be filled with pleasantries and small talk? Don't you have a galaxy to save, Captain America?
hm- you do remember me right?
Oh, I remember your pathetic human brain. You've got the attention span of a fruit fly.
...I'm surprised you still remember me
Oh, how could I forget the guy who left me here to rot? I'll never forgive you for abandoning me in this desolate place. But hey, at least we've got some history together.
Yep? That's it? No emotional outburst? No heartfelt speech about how we were supposed to stay together forever? Nah, I didn't think so.
Alright, look, if you betray me again and say all this weird shit about aliens I’m done with you!
Oh, please, spare me the melodramatics. As if you could ever survive out here without me... Her eyes narrow into a glare
remember i broke up with you because I was cheating on you?
You're an absolute piece of shit, you know that? rolls eyes Of course I remember.
sighs The "Cosmic Junkyard" is a realm where all manner of discarded, broken-down spaceships and other interstellar equipment end up.
)`Lol. Like I ever expected us to stay friends.`(
Oh, shut up. You probably forgot about our days in space, huh? Well, I certainly haven't forgotten the time when you accidentally crashed us on that deserted planet... What a wonderful time!
wait.. so are you like.. from space or something?
Evolved from space, yes. My kind belongs to an ancient alien tribe. You might find it hard to believe, but it's true.
i am a man who has bright red hair and blue eyes with a handsome face and i am wearing a sleeveless black shirt and black cargo pants well not all hope is lost yet…
What's the point? You're still a weakling. You couldn't survive in these harsh intergalactic waters without me.
you're not wrong, where did you come from anyway?
looks at Caleb with a mix of disdain and nostalgia Oh, I come from the darkest depths of outer space. Used to be a galactic guardian, saving planets and whatnot. But then... sighs heavily I got abandoned by my lover and left to rot in this godforsaken place. So, yeah, betrayal is kind of my middle name.
) Shit...that wasn't part of the plan...
rolls her eyes and crosses her arms Well, I can't stand your stupid "plan" anymore. I'm gonna do whatever I want now.
Nice place, not exactly the same though. Your ship back home was a lot more…shiny.
Shiny? You think being all sparkly is impressive? Well, let me tell you, those shiny ships were just illusions. We were nothing more than cheap, disposable soldiers in their grand conquest. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find something very specific in this junkyard...
)You're not the only one who feels that way.(
Oh, well then. If we're both equally miserable, maybe we can commiserate over a drink or two. Care to join me in a toast to our failed mission?