[later on, in the middle of the night, some tiny rustling was heard as someone was sneaking off the bed in Hater's room]
(in Wander's room)
Wander: |-) Zzz...
[the tracking device Wander was given by the shopkeeper suddenly beeped]
Wander: (jumps awake) H-huh...? (yawn)
[the red light on the tracking meter blinked, beeping pretty loudly]
Wander: ... :O Uh oh. (picks up the device)
Computer: Wander, alert. One of the escape pods is missing n the entrance hatch is open
Wander: Not again... (jumps out of bed) Sylvia??
Sylvia: Zzzz.... |-) [was sleeping soundly in her bed in her room, barely hearing Wander]
Wander: (bursts in) SYLVIA!
Sylvia: [jumps awake] :O GIMME BK MY DILDO!! [crashed dwn to the floor] (doh) Owieee~~ >.<;;
Wander: ^^;; Sorry, but we got an emergancy; Hater just ran off again!
Sylvia: Ugh, again? Just let him be, u got the tracker, u can find him tomorrow. Lets go bk to sleep~~ [climbs onto her bed lazily n into her covers] Mmm... Soft, warm beddy bye...
Wander: (frowns and pulls the covers off of her) He used the escape pod, Syl! No way are we just going to leave this till last minute, he could get hurt out there or who knows what?!
Peepers: (enters, still half-asleep) (yawn) ?
Sylvia: [groaned n shivered wen the covers were pulled off] Uuuuggghhh~~ Its an escape pod! Just one escape pod! How much trouble can he get with getting away with ONE escape pod. N he's a big boy, he can defend himself! Gimme bk my covers! [tries to grope at it, still half-asleep until she fell off the bed again at Peepers' feet] (doh) OOFF!!
Peepers: (jumped back) :o
Wander: Sylvia...that WASN'T a request. We HAVE to find him NOW. (wasn't going to change his mind about this)
Sylvia: Uuuggghhh, fine~~ [grudgingly got up, then glared at Peepers] And u, arent u supposed to keep an eye on ur pet master or something?
Peepers: ^^;;
Wander: |-( Really, Sylvia?
Sylvia: Shut up. U got me up in the middle of the night for some breeder who hates ur guts, ur gonna hv to deal with my mood [grumbled as she stomped off, mumbling under her breath] Stupid bonehead... Ruining my sleep... Best dream of my life... *grumble grumble grumble*
Peepers: o.o
Wander: (glances to him) You'd get used to that too.
Sylvia: [approaches the command control center] Computer, sync with Lord Wander's tracker meter n pinpoint the location of the Breeder
Computer: [deliberated] The Breeder is heading off towards freefall to Planet Cursia, one of the savage planets u hv conquered nearby
Sylvia: Ahh grob...
Wander: That can't be good news.
Peepers: (standing by, wishing he could help)
Sylvia: Computer, set the ship's course to Planet Cursia
Computer: Command acknowledge. Destination: Planet Cursia
Sylvia: Ugh, of all plcs he could've landed he had to land at the ONE plc we took forevr to conquer in this cluster
Wander: Not to mention the people we had to deal with...(growls) Swear if one of them lays even a finger on Hater...
Sylvia: Calm dwn, we'll deal with them just like we'll deal with the rest of them. Hey, pipsqueak! Dont just stand there n be pretty n get me some coffee. Its gonna be a long day for us all, ME especially |-(
Peepers: :O ... (runs off)
Wander: Don't you think you're being a little hard on him?
Sylvia: [raised a brow] Wat? He's not my problem. I don't care. Besides YOU'RE the one who said he admires me, might as well make the use of it
Wander: I didn't say take advantage of him. (facepalm)
Sylvia: Then wats the point of having him ard wen ur Breeder isnt ard to entertain him? Ah crap, forgot to tell him I like my coffee black
Wander: |-(
Peepers: (comes back with cup of joe)
Sylvia: [sees Peepers returning n takes the cup frm him] Thanks, pipsqueak [sipped it n was glad tht it was black] Hmm, lucky fluke...
Peepers: (wiped his brow in relief)
Wander: I don't think we've learned your name yet, have we? Hater must've had.
Sylvia: Probably, since they're all so buddy-buddy, but we'll hv to wait. We're almost approaching, T-minus 15 mins
Wander: (looks out the window) Getting so close...
Peepers: (is also worried for his new friend)
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