CHAPTER FIVE
"Holy crap, that's a big plasma cannon," Mila exclaimed and fumbled with the buttons next to her captain's seat. "Evasive manoeuvres!" she bellowed out in the end, giving up.
"Like a leaf in the wind," Flora said and took the helm. The rocket threw them left and right, as its thrusters spat out short bursts of fuel to avoid the incoming fire.
Pyrites really liked fire, in case that wasn't blaringly obvious by now. And even more than fire, they loved plasma. Which was the ultimate form of fire. If they could bathe in plasma and lather it on their d***s to jerk off they would never leave their hot mud caves.
But now they were here, and they were on their tail.
"They're contacting us," Flora reported.
"Let's hear it, though it's a safe bet what they'll say," Mila said.
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