CHAPTER FOUR
Mila looked around, disappointed. The rocket looked even worse inside than it did on the outside.
"Wow, cool!" Flora said and ran over to some pipes.
"Yeah, whatever. Look, forget the amenities, we need the essentials. Let's go to the bridge, take off and see what we have after we've left orbit. I don't wanna spend another minute here if I don't have to. Pyrite soldiers could be onto us any minute now." Mila dumped their meagre supplies on a corner somewhere and hurried off to find the bridge.
"Wow!" Flora exclaimed.
"Okay, this time I'll agree with you, little twig. Wow indeed. This is much more impressive than the outside." It was like stepping into one of those rockets that were toured in museums. The bridge was quite big for a rocket this size, with a captain's chair
