Day 9

(officially dropping "revisited" in title)

Last Chance

“How can you not know?” Moira was astonished. Sparks, the creature standing before her, was unaware of his species’ non existence.

“I just figured we were spread out all over the galaxy.” He shrugged. “Been alone my whole life anyway. What’s the big deal?” He put his arms behind his head, his fingers resting on his mop of hair. Despite his nonchalant attitude, his tail seemed to droop. Moira dropped into a nearby chair. The computer console hummed and beeped behind her.

“How do you know you’re not the last,” he stopped and looked at her. “Whatever you are.”

“He has a point there, Moira,” he robot companion, Zeezer commented.

“We’ve been guarding this space station for years. Anything’s possible at this point.” She flicked her hand at Sparks. “He made it past our defense systems.”

“Look, I’m just trying to find some answers. I was told to come here.” He pulled out an artifact on a string. “This is the only lead I have.”

“Moira, look!” Zeezer sparked.

Moira’s eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped. She leapt from her squeaky seat to Sparks’ side. “Where did you get that?”

Sparks pulled it away, hiding it in his gloved fist. “Woah, hey. Would you mind telling me what the heck it is?”

Moria and Zeezer shared a silent agreement between each other, nodding in each other’s direction.

Moira pulled a stringed artifact from within her shirt. “It’s the other half to this. If you have it…” Moria walked back towards the console, not wanting to finish the thought.

“If I have it, what?”

Zeezer answered. “Her father held that half.

Sparks remembered the old man that spoke nonsense. He was in a panic, desperate to hide. He gave Sparks that item in return for fixing his ship. Sparks had planned on pawning it, hoping to pay off this past due rent on the garage. That was when he saw the old man’s ship being tailed by a small fleet.

“For him to give it to you,” Moira sighed. “He must be in trouble.”

“Please tell me this isn’t some weapon that some crazy overlord wants.”

Moira crossed her arms. “An overlord wants it, alright.”

“So it is a weapon?” “Sparks ears dropped.

“Depends on what you use it for and who’s hands it falls into.”