The Pretipice was flying through empty spaces it didn't have much fuel, certainly not enough to round the system and try to gain further distance from the Deimos alpha 1 station.
Del hadn't spoken much. Though he couldn't help it, he was very noticeably bothered. Arish took it upon herself to try to talk to Del, again and again as a matter of fact.
"You can't blame yourself for that you know, he knew what he was doing." Arish said.
It wasn't the first time she'd tried to bring up chieftan Rom and Nimlis, but Del had fished her questions thus far. He looked back and shit her glare but then only looked at the ground and nodded.
"I know, I know." Was all he said in response. There was a long silence after that.
Dimm was out on the ships console watching the stars fly past the window. The small creature was likely either shocked or fast cared by wonders it couldn't have imagined before. Del smiled when he glanced at the Sceko. It didn't notice his gaze, as the creature was too enthralled with the passing sights of outer space.
Del sighed and turned his gaze back to the ships hud. There was power spread out right now to all of the cabins and various computer systems. He began to flip off switches, disengaging power so he could divert it elsewhere. They were unlikely to get anywhere if the ship had no power, and that wasn't even including the issue of fuel.
There was actually barely enough to fuel to keep the ship running very much longer at all. The closest planet was a large brown and red planet with the name Malimora on the ships nav screen.
"You guys know anything about this place?" Del asked the two Drenziens aboard the ship, who were sitting in the adjacent cabin.
"Mostly desert there, small civilization." Dimmit said.
Del appreciated the blunt factual nature of Dimmits answers. He could clearly see Del was upset about what had happened on Aerilia but hadnt pushed the matter.
"And…" Arish said looking at Dimmit.
Dimmit didn't say anything at first.
"You're really gonna leave that part out?" She asked almost in a laugh.
"And… a fierce group of fighters that have kept the Denziend at bay." Dimmit said finally.
This caught Del's attention. His head snapped back towards Dimmit, one eyebrow raised.
"The horned cull, they call themselves." Dimmit added.
"And this is just, common knowledge?" Del asked.
"If you're a Drenzien, yeah." Dimmit shrugged. Arish nodded in agreement.
"They're some pretty mean bastards. I'd stay away from them" Dimmit added.
Del slumped back in his chair, thinking on this new information for a moment. On the one hand, this trip could be safe and uneventful. On the other, if they did happen to run into these people. The fact that a species, no, a single group that had the strength to hold back the Drenzien's already sounded unreal.
The trip could likely be dangerous, but also potentially beneficial. Perhaps they could become ally's? Though Del knew such ideas emerge usually pie in the sky dreams.
Del weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Ultimately though, the ship needed fuel and his only choice was to go to Malimora for now.
The nav screen beeped a few times as Del punched in the planets name. A message came up that read coordinates accepted.
"Guess we're making a stop in the desert." Del stated.
"So what, we're just gonna hope we don't run into these horned men?" Arish asked, her tone bordering on sarcasm.
"Men?" Dimmit asked.
"Oh come on, you know it's men." She retorted, giving Dimmit a glare. Dimmit merely shrug and looked back to Del.
"No, I'm counting on running into them." Del says with a grin.
"So, your insane, actually insane." Arish stated.
"I've thrown in my lot with your lot and his and now I'm going to die. And wouldn't you know it your both men."
Dimmit rolled his eyes at that but couldn't hold back a smirk. Del smiled as well. He appreciated the renegade Drenzien's vompany more than he initially thought he would. He was glad he had brought them along. Though, he was never not going to bring them. His sense of honor wouldn't allow it.
Del pulled the flight stick back and diiverted power to the engines, before engaging the auto pilot. The Pretipice engaged it's thrusters and took flight towards its destination on Malimora. The ship wasn't as a high tech as the Drenzien ships, so the flight would be a longer one. Sixteen hours was the estimated flight time on the nav screen. Del leaned back and got comfortable, as he would have to stay on the ship now for a better part of an entire day.