Ace sat quietly in the cockpit of his ship, staring out at the vast starry scape. Lost in personal thought of so many problems he had to solve. He only had one life goal, and that was to take down the government, and perhaps, even make it better. But he had to exploit them, show everyone what they had done. But no one would believe him, then again, that had been at least a good hundred years ago.. Now floating in a fifty-year old ship, with is logo painted on the side. The logo is the ace of hearts card, a symbol he felt rather proud of to have.

"Ace, we're approaching port 633-15-9880." Jakkins announced.

Jakkins is a highly developed AI system in a chip the size of a one gig memory chip. Of course, the chip is far more advanced than a simply memory card. Jakkins had the ability to project himself into the ship through a special camera system wired through the space craft. He had the ability to navigate the ship, and control the source of power. He had in his ability to create a cloaking through the ships fields to help the craft blend in with the surroundings. Jakkins had the ability to merge with most space ships, and he could also hack into other ships and pirate information it needed. Jakkins could also so a level of emotions it has learned over a long period of time. As it adapted and changed with the years being with Ace..

"... Ace, we're approaching port 633-1-"

"I heard you. I heard you Jakkins.. We'll rest there and get supplies we need.. Be sure to make a list and print it up.."

"Of course Captain Ace."

Ace rubbed his face and climbed to his feet, moving past the mountain of cans that accumulated over the months he had been floating around.. The ship needed extensive repairs from their last run in with a rival pirate fleet..

He kept his head bent as he passed numerous strangers, attempting desperately to avoid eye contact with anyone. Hopefully, if he continued to remain inconspictious, he would be able to escape on one of the ships. The idea of finally becoming free again brought a faint smile to his thin lipped face.

Aro Springer had been in hiding for the past five years, trapped on this god forsaken planet filled with strangers and enemies. One would expect the strange person to have been homesick after being trapped on another planet, and in one sense that was true. He longed to return to earth, the planet that had disappeared from space itself. Sighing, he ran a slender fingered hand through his hair, the palm though not quite touching his head. As he lowered his hand again, a flash of puckered skin revealed deep scarring across the entire palm and wrist, a matching pattern on the other hand.

The demon raised the hood of his strangely designed shirt up and over his messy, shoulder length brown hair, hiding the jagged shaped ears. Silently he snuck around one of the already docked ships, looking around desperately for a chance to make his escape. However, each ship his eyes paused at had more then four figures pacing around, seemingly guarding the area. A soft care flickered out of Aro's mouth as he continued to search, being careful to stay away from the crowds.

Ace's ship entered the hanger from below where they had the area empty so that when the doors opened to allow the battered ship in. The others would not be sucked out into the frigid black space. Then once safe and the doors shut, the area around the ship is stabled, and the ship is guided to a platform. That lifted it up into the actual hanger into an empty space.

Ace by now had given his ship strict orders to not allow a soul on board while he was absent. Then on the off chance that someone some how, with the miracle of what ever gods or goddess would allow a person to some how board his ship. The computer is to lock all systems and alert him immediately. At least until the pirate changed his mind, he did need help. But he did not want to go through the trouble of asking questions that usually occurred with interviews.

The doors split in two, the upper half sliding open as the lower came down forming a ramp. Stepping out, the tired and slightly bruised pirate made his way out and into the hanger. His almost poisonous green eyed gaze sweeping the crowd for potential mice to be caught in his trap. Behind him, the door to his ship remained open.

Aro froze at the noise of moving platforms and machines grinding to create movement. He ducked quickly into the shadows cast by a large ship while watching the space beside it carefully. The Demon's eyes widened in surprise as he saw it finally as the machines silenced and stopped. It looked a little battered to be honest, but still had the remains to be an impressive ship. That is, to one who hadn't been around things like that for a long time.

What really caught Aro's attention though was when the doors split apart, the lower half forming a ramp for people to exit the ship safely. The man who walked down it and entered the hanger was, well, he was certainly eye catching. His eyes took in the cerulean blue hair, and neon green eyes, a smile flicking over his own lips. Only one person left the ship, which meant that more would most likely be on board. It was a disappointment. Aro certainly saw this as a possible exit, but he decided against it. Shrugging slightly, he turned to leave, only to freeze at the figures not far away. They were pointing to him, saying something loudly that he couldn't quite hear.

Cursing under his breath, Aro spun around again, looking about him desperately. The only obvious escape would be the ship that had just appeared. That man had even left its doors open, a practical sign from what ever God existed. Without stopping to think, Aro shot off, skirting around the side of the ship. Carefully, while constantly glancing around, he stepped onto the ramp. When nothing shot at him, Aro's feet pounded up the ramp and he disappeared through the doors, running frantically in an attempt to find somewhere to hide.

( I hope you don't mind this post. I will change it if you want me to.)

Behind the frantic demon, the doors to the ship closed, slowly, but in time that the men after him did not have time to board the pirate's ship. Ace almost smirked that someone had already boarded his ship, even before he could get out of sight. Then again, the men who halted before the air tight doors were reason enough to hide in the ship. Turning he approached the men and stood with arms crossed over his chest, shoulders drawn back, head held high, and his legs parted enough to give him height to out stand his slouching opponents. Humans, pathetic creatures of the middle world. They did not last long, not in life or the throngs of passion.

"I would think again about forcing open the gates to what maybe be the very gates of hell.. Men." He spoke loud and deepened his voice so he sounded much more manly. Of course this was all just to strut his manliness (or flaunt). The group turned to see who it was that had the stupidity to call them out as he had until they gazed at the familiar face.

"Oh.. This is your ship?" One of them asked as he stepped to the side, Ace did not look amused but he kept his posture until they all skirted past him like frightened dogs. One did not live a hundred or more years in his shoes and not get a reputation of death. The men soon were expecting a horrible death for the stow-away.. As they watched the doors lower and allow it's captain into what people would call the belly-of-the-beast and then swallow him whole in a fleeting gulp.




Glancing around, Ace sighed, that rat hid fast and for good reason if it were on a usual day. "Jakkens call out guest out." Ace commanded as he leaned against the closed door way. He smelled the demon's scent and became more pleased that he did not catch a human.

"Of course Captain." Jakkins answered, then where ever the other demon was hiding the computer's voice seemed to resonate in the room.

"Stow-away, Captain Ace is waiting by the door to see you now. It is better that you come out and not have the captain come in after you."

((I've been accepted into a school. =D yay! But I'm going to be really busy, so I don't know when I'll be able to reply again, I'm sorry. I have to start packing cause I'll have to leave where I am Monday..))

((Well done! And don't worry, I'm patient ^^ Just to say why I was gone so long, I've been away on a trip for ages, cooped up with no sun light on a ship for a few days XD My legs still think I'm floating in the middle of the ocean, it's funny to watch me and my friends swaying in class :P ))

He had shot down several different corridors, and it would be impossible for him to follow the same route back. It could be said, Aro didn't have the best memory, especially when running for his life. He had skidded into a small, plain looking room that held what could have been a cupboard. Wrenching the door open, he squeezed himself into the small space and forced the cupboard closed again, plunging him into almost complete darkness. As Aro crouched there, panting to catch his breath, his eyes seemed to grow slightly larger, making it easier to see more clearly in the shadows.

He remained where he was, not relaxing once though in case they had somehow followed him and soon discovered his hiding spot. Although, after a few minutes, Aro was fairly satisfied he had escaped and began to clamber out of the small space, blinking rapidly at the bright light from the open doors. Stumbling a little, Aro looked up in alarm as he heard a loud voice from seemingly no where. He reached out to steady himself, leaning against the wall while glaring around him.
"I'm not some dog that heels when ordered! Tell your captain I don't take orders from nobody!" He yelled angrily. Despite this show of defial though, Aro did leave the room, looking left and right before turning and following the right path. He may have shown some sort of bravado, but he wasn't exactly fond of the idea of being hunted down by a captain who was probably a lot stronger, and deadlier then himself. Aro could smell his scent, revealing the path he had taken earlier, and began to follow it in an uncomfortable silence, until the door, and the strange looking man, came into view. He stopped a fair distance away, scowling at the figure he knew to be a demon.