To the Cockpit

Crynn POV

"This is an absolute mess," I managed to say as I stepped through the messy atmosphere of this jet's economic part. Blood on the floor, dead bodies scattered everywhere and three robots blocking my way, or was blocking my way until V promptly moved them away to the other side. "Let's not relax just yet, there's bound to be more robots ahead," Calian said in deduction as we proceeded through.

"I don't want to assume anything but I'll guess the robots are after us?" Aria opened her thoughts but even with that, how did the robots even know of our existence in this flight, we erased all the traces we have left behind. "I thought this will be safe, non-life threatening. This is not within our agreement Calian!" V needs to cool down.

"And you will be fine if we left you alone in the submarine? Huh?" Jill's retort shut V down with a few unintelligible mutterings of complaint left. "This is an absolute nightmare. The robots clearly aren't taking hostages, they're here to kill, so why not just blow up the jet?" I questioned as the problem plagued my mind.

"Never mind that, our current priority is to take back control of this flight. So to simply say, we're going to fly this space ship," insane, quite crazy, but I like it! "Okay, what are we waiting for, let's go," Aria shouted in determination as we made our way forwards, past the economic part, to the business section.

"This is very close quarters, looks like both business class and first class really have privilege to not have seats but instead, rooms to themselves. And look at that, they locked themselves in, hear the tearful whimpering, rich men are cowards, most are, not talking about you, Calian," I said my opinion once I can clearly hear the quiet cries and wails of the wealthy, disgusting, though I can't blame them, they are 'normal' people, unlike us.

"No offense stated and look, someone managed to take out a robot with the expense of their own life," Calian stated as we came upon a scene involving a deactivated robot with its chin blown off and a man, I presume, space marshal with the robot's arm penetrated through his chest. Not the sight for the weak.

"Let's not pain ourselves with that, time to move on," Jill spoke as we proceeded once more in this dangerous encounter. "So, once we arrived in the cockpit, where do we go next. I mean, where will this jet move to?" V asked a very important inquiry, because we can't be expected to fly over to the moon, I mean, that's still a ways away.

"Before things go haywire, I went and had a look outside the right window and I found a big space station, we'll go there," oh? That we can do. "A space station? A big space station? Do please describe its features," why do we need to know its features, isn't the essential fact now is to do our part first then the next part next?

"It's got two huge glowing blue purple rings on the top part with an elongated section going downwards to the bottom," sounds nice. "Bollocks," wow, that's surprising, never expected V to be British when I know she's not. "I think I know that space station, this will be rough. That's the Crystal Palace," pardon?

"Oh what a coincidence this has been, we can even call it God's plan!" Calian all but snarled, he must be as annoyed as myself. Pew! A laser blast passed by my eyes in between our ongoing conversation as I turned in shock to find a sneaky little robot standing right there, about to fully shoot but thankfully, it's got no face left from that hot heat of a laser.

"Maybe we should pay attention and have this chat later after we're clear, hmm???" Aria gave us the wide eye as Calian sheepishly laughed, so onwards! Exactly one robot later, we have passed through to the first class area. Luxury here is Emperor styled, gold, diamond, emerald, turquoise lapis lazuli, all the precious stones we could ever imagined pack in one part of a space jet.

"Look, a stewardess is left alive," so far, there have been no witnesses whatsoever with people in economy dead, and the people in business and first locked up in their own private cabins, yeah, no one saw us through. "Maybe V should mask herself?" Jill questioned as we have no worries upon being discovered or known of our faces as we're not this world's aboriginals but V on the other hand is one.

Thankfully, I have more than a mask inside my suitcase. And no, I'm not giving her my precious Department of Mysteries Operatives mask but another I obtained through pain and suffering in the depths of Egypt's sands. "Here, you could use this," I lent to her from my briefcase an intricately designed black headwear with a purpose of elegance and facial coverage.

It's a mask of the Deity, Anubis with gold linings on the side and a connected white cloth on the bottom semicircle. "You serious?" V looked at me like I was joking, I'll assure her that I am not. "This or we'd have to kill that poor stewardess cowering in the corner like a little rabbit, want to be a villain or wear this mask, that's what I'm implying."

With that, V grumbled as her usual self as she took the mask out of my fingers and placed it on her head, fitting perfectly, she looks charming in it, ain't gonna lie. "Now, I'll talk to the stewardess, stay here," Jill told us after as she practically strolled over calmly to the petrified stewardess. "Miss, miss, please, look at me, don't be afraid, the threat's under control," with a gentle soothe, the stewardess faced Jill with tears glistening on her eyes, pitiful.

"We need to go, we need access to the cockpit. We can't leave this jet adrift in space, can we? You said the captains' killed, is that through the front windshield?" Jill, getting right into it, nice. "Y-Yes... Th-The captain's do-down! Th-They shot through the win-windows! The plane ha-has automatic me-metal shielding systems! I-It should be safe!"

Stuttering like a mess, but we need to get into the cockpit.