Smells Like Demon Spirit

Chapter 1

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Name: Zorton Age: 148 Gender: Male Hair: Short-ish brown with bangs Eye color: Green Quest: Power. Weapon of choice: Molekül-Schmelze Traveling time: thirty years Motto: I'm always right. If I'm wrong, you die. Personality: Aggressive. Power is mostly what matters to him. Barely has any emotion besides anger, not even arrogance of his power. Rarely has any facial expressions, and if you're (un)lucky enough to see one, it'll either be a scowl or a raise of the eyebrow. Secret: Would give his life to protect his traveling companion, but acts like he doesn't care.

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Name: Frya Age: 145 Gender: Female Hair: Mid-back-length, but usually tied back in a ponytail. Hair is black. Eye color: Blue Quest: Protect what's left of her people Weapon of choice: Klinge des Feuers Traveling time: twenty years Motto: Zorton is a jerk. Other motto: Enjoy life as it is now, for you don't know how it's going to be tomorrow. Personality: Kind, but gets annoyed at her emotionless, uncaring traveling companion at times. Generally thinks he's a jerk, but knows that there's something more to him. Secret: Secretly hopes that Zorton will open up enough to her to show her the "something more" that he hides.

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Groaning, the black-haired woman slowly opened her eyes before quickly shutting them. Her head throbbed and blood seemed to pound in her ears. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, gathering her thoughts. The sky she had caught a brief glimpse of was definitely not of her own world, yet it was vaguely familiar. . .
She shook her head lightly, then winced. Lifting her arm, she noted that it hurt a bit, but the blue-eyed woman didn't care and used it to shield her eyes as she slowly opened them.
The first thing she noticed was green. There was a lot of green. The sky was blue, but these. . .tall. . .things. . .that were brown had strange green tops.
Green. With a slight gasp, she realized that her green-eyed traveling companion was missing.
Upon this realization, she got up quickly, ignoring the throbbing pain in her head and the various, thin, dried objects that scattered everywhere as she did so.
She noted with a frown that her sword was also missing. What had happened and how had they gotten here? Where were they, exactly?
Her kind heart went against her warrior's instincts for self- survival, and she went on a search for the emotionless man. After all, she was Frya, the kind-hearted healer that would help an enemy if he was mortally wounded.

"What are you doing?" The monotonous voice came from behind her, and Frya didn't even bother to look from what was in front of her.
"Well, I doubt you care anyway, but it seems that something in the ship is malfunctioning. I'm not sure what, but it seems to type in random coordinates whenever I try to type in the right ones. There's absolutely no pattern, so I can't figure it out." With a sigh, she flittered her fingers about the large control console in front of her and brought up the outline of a large, gray planet and hit a key. The computer locked on its coordinates.
Spinning in her chair, she completely missed the beep as it randomly switched to another planet that was far smaller and far more colorful. "Now, why have you graced me with your presence? I hope that you do care that we're stopping to get supplies off of Tyuria."
"Whatever," was the only response she got as first class elite warrior, Zorton, flopped himself into a chair and gazed dispassionately at the large expanse of space before him.
Regarding him with a curious eye, the healer and pilot asked, "Do you ever give about anything? Most of your vocabulary seems to consist of 'whatever,' 'food,' and 'train.' You sure that you grew up on the same planet as me?"
He snorted. "Whatever," was the warrior's monotonous reply.
She rolled her eyes in irritation and set the ship for hyper speed. "I really don't know how I stood being around you for so long. You aren't exactly the most sociable being."
"Whatever."
Growling, she spun quickly and looked him dead in the eye. "I'll have you know that-"
"Planet Earth is approaching. Prepare landing equipment now." The computer's voice broke in.
"You wanted to let me know that planet Earth is approaching? Goody." His gaze never wavered and never flickered with anything. "Earth's a long ways off from Tyuria."
"Approaching Earth's atmosphere. Prepare for landing."
Frya cursed loudly and gave him one last glare before turning to the console.
"Landing gear cannot be lowered now. Landing in ten. . .nine. . .eight. . . ."
Panic gripped her as she tried anything. Nothing worked, and she dropped her head onto the keyboard. She lifted her head, and her eyes flickered to the small dot that signified their friends, who were locked onto their spacecraft and following its every motion in their own.
"Frya?! Zorton?! What the heck is happening?!" The disgruntled voice of Sautier came through the intercom.
"There was a malfunction! I-" her sentence was cut off as the connection was lost, the atmospheric temperatures interfering with it. She grunted in annoyance and slammed her hand on the console.
"I suppose this means a power shortage, which means a power shortage to the fridge. Dang. I was hoping to have that last pint of ice cream," Zorton remarked dispassionately as the ground approached at lightning speed. She sent him a glare that told him to shut up.
"You are the weakest link. Goodbye," the computer said cryptically before they impacted the ground. Frya's last thought was, "what the heck did that piece of scrap metal mean by that?" before there was a loud crash, causing her to tumble out of her seat and hit her head on the corner of the console. All went dark.

Well, now she remembered why she had a killer headache. . .A small part of her, despite the fact that she blamed the whole incident on her companion, hoped that he was alright. After all, he hadn't been wearing a seatbelt or anything.
The smell of burning metal reached her nose. Assuming that it was her ship, she sprinted forward before tripping over something and falling flat on her face.
Raising an eyebrow as the thing she tripped over moaned in pain, she turned around and gasped. There, on the ground, was the battered form of her space-travel associate for over seven years, brown hair frizzed and sticking in all directions.
Frya was by his side in a flash, checking quickly over his wounds. "Zorton?" She whispered. "Hey, wake up, you."
"Whatever," was the reply, and it, despite the damage, was completely flat. He sat up and swatted away her hands. "I'm fine. My wounds will heal by themselves." Leveling with her gaze, he gave her a look that said, "You disagree and you die," while fingering the gun in his holster. She gulped inaudibly and nodded, then winced.
Sighing, she sat cross-legged and prepared to heal herself. Her meditative state was disrupted by. . .what else. . .Zorton.
"What do you want?" He remarked simply, looking at a small, fuzzy gray creature that was peering at him curiously. At his question, it chittered slightly and tightened its grip on a small brown object. "You have. . ." the warrior paused, sniffing, and an almost, note the almost, happy expression appeared on his face, "Food!"
Lunging at the unsuspecting creature, he made a snatch for the brown object that smelled like food, and it slipped under him. It chittered angrily at him and threw the object at his head, hitting him right between the eyes.
He stood stationary for a moment before growling, unholstering his gun and pointing it directly at the creature that was chittering madly. Just as a beam came out from the end, the creature dodged and hurried up a tall, brown and green thing. The beam hit an innocent plant, causing it to melt completely, and also causing the grass in a 10-foot radius to melt as well.
Frya sighed and stuck out her arm, stopping Zorton from attempting to chase after it. "Now that you're done with your epic battle between the harmless, fuzzy little creature. . ."
"It wasn't harmless!" He ground out through his teeth, rubbing the now-forming bruise between his eyes. "Oh well, I have food now." With that, he attempted to bit the hard object, but all he ended up doing was hurting his tooth. "What the he-"
Whacking the object out of his hand, the healer, pilot, and third- class warrior gave him the look that all women of any planet or race mastered. . .The glare of Fiery Death. She pulled him to his feet, and, despite her short stature, looked rather intimidating.
The black-haired woman stuck her finger in his face and said lowly, "Forget about food for once, you pathetic piece of excretion. First of all, we have no clue what this 'Earth' is like, what's on it, and what to do. Second, we have no supplies, our ship is busted, and you're attacking a fuzzy gray furball because of something you can't eat anyway. I suggest that you shove that piece of crap you hold in your hand back in your holster or I'll shove it down your throat and give you something more difficult to eat than that brown object."
"Whatever," Zorton replied flatly, but still shoved his Molekül- Schmelze back in its holster. Scowling, he crossed his arms and looked at her. "Now what?"
She looked at him, then got an idea. Later, the warrior would've sworn Frya had a light bulb blinking over her head at that moment.
"Okay, Mr. Monotonous-And-Not-So-Interesting, we'll go and see what's left of our ship. We'll take whatever's left and make good use of it, then start looking for the other two and see where they are. If you have any better ideas, inform me, please."
Snorting, Zorton simply turned his back and walked towards the now strong smell of burning metal. "Whatever."
"And if you say 'whatever' one more time, I'll kick your butt from here to Tyuria to the underworld and back again!"
"Whatever."
Her eye twitched. It twitched again. It twitched a third time, more pronounced than the other times. With a snarl of anger, she leaped onto her companion, causing him to stumble. Frya didn't let go, though, and grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be her companion's prize Molekül- Schmelze, and hit him repeatedly over the head with it.
If they had not been on another planet that they knew nothing about, it would've just been another day for the two space-travelers.