The Infinite Nebula Star

Chrysth stood patiently outside the ship at the base of the boarding ramp, watching the people mill about, leaving their ships and packing up to go back home. His eyes scanned the crowd many of them glancing his way resentfully, anger and jealousy shining in their gazes. He glanced around, again, ignoring the stares, and looked at the time on the far wall, ten minutes had passed. "Where is she?" He murmured, turning on his heel and walking up the ramp making final preperation and scanning his ship for foreign bodies, two more tracers were destroyed as he pulled them out and smashed them outside. "This is Blesser Chrysth Donis, requesting the runway be cleared for launch in five minutes." He said to his commscreen.

"Permission granted. Runway in process of clearing." The computerised voice responded calmly.

He tapped the keys on board, utilising his knowledge and hacking into the bay's security system, searching for anything that may hinder them on the way out. "Permission to leave, check, permission to return, check, permission to refuel, check, permission to have passengers... oh dear." He frowned, their scanners were trained on his ship, checking for 'unwelcome guests'. He swore softly, they were to shoot him dead if there were any more than himself on board, clever, clever. He tapped a few more keys, delving into the mainframe...

"Chrysth!" Trine's voice from outside made his eyes dart towards the docking ramp, "Chrysth!"

"I'm here!" He called in return, "Get on, we're leaving soon!"

"Zalla said to wait!" Trine clambered aboard, the Summoners coming up behind her.

"What?" He didn't take his eyes off what he was doing.

"She said you owed her one." Trine sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Chrysth narrowed his eyes, he was wondering when she was going to use that, "Damn her." He hissed, earning a startled look from Trine. He logged off quickly, sure to cover his tracks and stood, pressing a button on the commscreen, "Blesser Chrysth Donis to launch bay, cancel launch time. Discovery of an unknown body within the confines, will reschedule when anomaly is removed." He said flatly, cutting the transmission quickly, before walking outside, adjusting his battle garb, "Damn her to Old Earth."