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    “It’s all a matter of perspective.”

He stopped when she did, but he
showed no surprise at her words, He
didn’t expect to have her help for
free, and he nodded when she spoke
of her “price”. 

    “Very well. I shall take you to
     Pragia the moment we retrieve the
     Orb from this StarLord.

She didn’t offer any extra explanations,
nor did he ask. It was none of his
business, and he understood the need
for privacy.

Ronan walked over to the Dark Aster,
its rear ramp lowering as he came close.
He could barely see beyond the darkness
that yawned before him, but he walked
up the metal pathway. He knew every inch
of the ship that he wouldn’t have to turn on
any lights. But with Jack, he activated the
lighting system throughout the ship, flooding
the vessel and showing her the interior.

Black, mechanical, and Spartan in nature, it
showed just what kind of a being he was. No-
nonsense and militaristic; someone who made
sure the job was always finished, no matter
the cost.

         Jack enjoyed darkness. People found it hard to endure, no light meant nothing to see, which meant for her that no one would bother her or attempt to ever find her. She felt secure in these sort of environments, often realizing she felt more comfortable living in her past than the present. Ronan moved towards his ship, a ramp allowing him to walk upon it and board this–this gigantic thing. It reminded her of Cerberus and a chill was sent down her spine. Jack twitched, a small shiver and shudder of her teeth trying to shake off the feeling. 

Once the lights came on she lifted a hand over her face shielding herself before gazing around.

                                            “So this is your ship huh? Fancy.”

She was being sarcastic, her tone teasing. The difference between Cerberus and this ship were the interiors. Cerberus liked to flaunt their symbols, black and yellow decorated over the steel walls. Jack bit her tongue and slowly walked around but kept following him.

                                             "Do you have any idea where Stardork could be? Any coordinates? A Galaxy map? You could seriously make this a corsair ship,  so much damage…“

Ask and Move The Fuck On.

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