In Response to Yumes request,Zado whips out his plasma rifle and targets a small mound nearby.The Elite fired off a few shots,enough to set the trash ablaze.Warmth soon flowed across their makeshift campsite,the plasma sure to keep burning through the night.Zado reattaches his plasma rifle to his belt,then takes a seat on a trash module.As the others began to converse,Zado gazed sadly up at the stars,realizing just how far away from home he was.Even the constellations were different... Zudamee finally gave up trying to loacte a familiar constellation,clicking his mandibles resignedly.He then decided to listen to the others speak,but his thoughts still dwelt upon his home planet... |