[IC] Fantasy Space Quest

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"Can do." Pria breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad to just sit and wait. When the next question came it took a second to register that there could be negative consequnces depending on the answer.

"I am not. But this is his son here. I was working as a temp pilot for the day." She looked to Hensen, clearly hoping he would verify her story with this man.

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Hensen suddenly seemed a little drawn back. He identified himself when the man asked and verified your story, but oonce the connection was broken, he swore. "My dad is gonna kill me." He said. It was clear he was hiding something.

The nearest ship that could help you contacted you with some of the same questions that you had just answered, requesting your whereabouts and if you needed medical attention, then informed you they were about fifteen minutes out.

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Pria looked backed to Hensen with that last comment. For a second she was confused but then reality sank in.

"Hensen..." She paused before continuing. "Your dad DID give you permission to borrow this thing right?"

She didn't have time to question him further when another ship hailed them. They went through the same routine they had before, explaining what was going on, and Pria thanked them for their expedience before the message ended.

"I'm not going to jail for today am I?" She gripped the controls tightly. Her tone wasn't angry, mostly because she wasn't. Well, that's not true. She was a little mad at him, but mostly concerned for the future. For both of them.

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Hensen looked uncertain. "Well..." He stammered. "H-he did say I could go if I arranged my own transprort and made sure I got home in time for school tomorrow..." He bit his lip. "He just didn't say I could hire another pilot for his shuttle... But all my friends live too far away to catch a ride and I don't knoe how public transportation works so I didn't know what else to do... I'm sure you won't be in trouble!" He added quickly. "Well, not like you'll go to jail. I mean it's my dad's shuttle and I'm his son and I told you it would be okay, so that should be all right. Right?"

He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as you. Still, he was a teenager and 5his was a typical teenager's action, not thinking ahead far enough to see the possible consequences.

"But he might get a little mad that we broke it... Maybe if I tell the story right he'll just be glad we weren't murdered. What do you think?"