The Vasian Homeworld

[A/N: I'm going to try something different this chapter so tell me what you think.]

"How can I prove to you that my intentions are good?" Sam gripped his armrest tightly, preparing to fight if things went south. The Vasian woman calmed at this, but she still looked at me suspiciously. She said a few things he couldn't hear off-screen then came back. She sat, then stared at me intently.

"Where did you get that ship?" Sam was gripping the armrest so tightly now that he could see that the knuckles around his skin had turned white. Her gaze reminded me of my mother, right before shit was about to go down. Sam decided to tell her the truth, with one or two details added. Sam told her that he was a survivor of the battle of an expedition and that his escape pod malfunctioned and crashed into a lake on the surface of the planet and how he managed to put one of the ships back together. She looked at me questionably, and I stopped, taking the hint. "That explains how you got the ship, but what I want to know is how did you get here?" She waved her arms out towards her sides. "There's no way you could have found us. No one has, for years. Except, the captain of that ship."

I relaxed slightly, calming down and leaning back into my seat. "I can explain this, you see, I was heading back to what I thought was welcoming space when all of a sudden, the station started firing missiles at me. Anyways, one thing lead to another, and I ended up doing a forced warp."

A flash of shock appeared on her face for a moment before reverting to practiced calm, At that moment, my stomach decided to growl, making her pause. A look of amusement came across her face as she started laughing in her chair.

"So you're hungry, huh." She calmed down a bit before continuing. "Since we have confirmed your intentions, we will allow you to land and we'll get you restocked." Sam stared at her blankly. Wasn't she just a little too trusting? Anything he said could have been a lie, and strangely enough, they're going to let me land and give me supplies. My console flashed as the coordinates were received, but before he put them into the flight computer, Sam looked at her and asked a question, "Why do you trust me? For all you know I could be a spy, yet why..." She held up a hand to stop him. "My species can tell when people are lying, and you, are not, so never try." "And don't get too excited, because now that you're here, you can never leave."

Sam looked at her in shock, looking at the console, then back at the woman, "Do I even have a choice?" he asked. The woman gave him a glance of finality, "No." Then the connection went black. What happened after that, was all a blur of activity. He had "landed", with Amy behind the wheel of course. Sam didn't exactly have faith in his pilot skill and didn't want to risk it. The second he landed the ship filled with Vasian mechanics, each moved about the ship skillfully and without hesitation. Almost like they've done it before but he couldn't be sure. Soon Sam was approached by the woman he spoke to before he landed. He finally learned the woman's name when she told, and guided him to where he was staying. Sam looked around the apartment in awe. From the outside, the city looked so... normal, but the inside of the buildings we're very refined. Sam opened his menus to look for some sign that he was doing the right thing.

Ever since he came here, Sam had been doing things in a daze. But now that he had a moment to think, What was his purpose going to be? What was he going to do with his life now? After scrolling through his menus, he saw an active debuff under his name he hadn't noticed until now.

~Debuffs

*Boundless Soul* (Soul under unique circumstances, unable to pass on until removed)

{WARNING: If death occurs before removal, your soul will be destroyed never to put through the cycle of life again.}

Sam put his hands in his lap and thought about his family and his girlfriend. Flashes of his father and mother flashed before his eyes. The way they smiled and the way they laughed, the way supported him no matter how rebellious he had been. Then his girlfriend, her smile, her laugh, a memory of there first kiss. On and on the memories came as silent tears rolled down his cheeks, he walked over to the bed, curled up and cried for the first time since he arrived as he thought about something he would never have again.