Meanwhile. Elsewhere on the ship...
Bone on Metal. The Alu carried a bone spear and every step she took down the metal hallway of the Peacemaker space ship she purposely tapped the bone on Metal. Annoying echoes spiraled outward. Walking in front of her was the blond, long haired, broad shouldered, short, maybe six feet short compared to her 8 feet of height, ridiculously dressed human male.
It hurt her eyes walking behind the powerful Shifter, those neon green and yellow spandex pants! They ruined the pleasure of looking at the ass in them. It was the colors, as if he planned the worst colors to wear. Why he had a pink bandanna on his head she could not fathom. The only thing he wore the devil approved of was the enchanted black leather coat.
It baffled her how this human had become famous. He irritated her. His smooth voice and musical talent coupled by insanely wild antics. She’d been bound to him since Wonderworld in Center. Nearly a week of slavery to this galactic rocker was driving her mad. Thus, her not so subtle attempts to annoy him. Bone on Metal. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Growling softly and in her own thoughts the Alu nearly missed what he had said.
Turning to face her Killian Blaze Starr smiled at her and stated:
“Azgeggla. Your True Name. I feel like I’m chocking on my finger when I say it. I said you are dismissed. Be gone. I won’t need you to carry my luggage anymore. I’m thinking I’ll stay on the ship. I got the jewelry I came looking for. If you’d rather I can just have you sit outside in cold space until I remember you’re there. I’ll summon you some other day, if I need. Now go away. You’re cramping my style.”
“I ... your Wonderworld concert was ... dumb, I hate you Killian...”
the Alu disappeared.
Azgeggla gone, Killian motioned gagging images, finger in mouth, where she once stood. Chuckling he spoke aloud to himself as he walked further down the hallway looking for one person in particular.
“Wonderworld is one of the largest tourist attractions in all of phase world. There are more stores, shops, hotel rooms and entertainment per square mile in that sector than anywhere in the three galaxies. I swear it has everything one could want and more, weapons, armor, exotic perfume, spandex and other trendy streetwear. The concert I put on there netted a nice profit. And those green groupie twins backstage......”
Rounding the corner and walking into a new hallway he sees the woman he has been looking for.
Killian pauses and coughs lightly, subtly making his presence known. He feels the energy radiate off the woman as he approaches her.
Snorting derisively at himself and at his nervousness Killian mutters out possible new lyrics:
“Summer nights. Shine with me. Oh girl... Come with me. Under a vicious Starr you can shine tonight. Yeeeeeeeeeahhhhhhhh you can shine tonight, under a vicious Starr.... “
Stopping a few feet away from Death Otter the Shifter smiles and seemingly out of nowhere produces a data-music-chip, a glamorous pic of him on it, signed, and offers it out towards the woman.
“I’m Killian. I like your hair. It makes me... hard to think when I’m looking at all that fantastic pink. It’s radical for sure. I think I’d like to write a song about you.”
He slows his roll some and smiles.
“Sorry I’m a Promethians dick. I haven’t... been real with anyone in a long time. Like I say. I am Killian Starr of Vis, Vicious Intergalactic Starr - the band. I have a proposal for you. I see you have recently acquired this ship. I was here on business - which is done now. I’m. Free. Well ya, not free, I’m never free, but I am between gigs and I’d like to work with you. I’ve spent too much time on a quaint planet called Earth and I want to spend more time out in the three galaxies. New stomping grounds so to speak. Earth has gotten too hot for me. I need a change of pace. I am ... a Shifter, Artifact Hunter, Bounty Collector, Galactic Rock Star, I’m sure you must have heard of me? Regardless I’m looking to try something new. You and your crew impressed me, taking this ship. I spent a little time hmmm, checking you each out, observing you and I think I’d be an asset to your team. Plus. Honestly. I’m fascinated by your team’s efficiency. As, Vis, I worked alone. I hired band members at each location I played, but never keep them on. I like you...r team and would like to throw in with you if you’ll have me. I’ve noticed you are lacking a, Spellcaster shall we say. What do you think?”
Flashing a fabulous smile he gave Death Otter a chance to reply.