Yes, yes," Vector said, waving his hand in a rather dismissive matter. His attitude had suddenly changed back to that of his more refined slightly more annoying self. "Do or take whatever it is you want. Well, except for my muffins. I REALLY need those." He said, gesturing to a box of nearby muffins. "...What?" he said, trying to avoid getting a funny look thrown at him. "This kind of work gets exhausting! Even a hardworking guy like me needs to eat every once in awhile."
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As if to answer the young flier's last statement, two fighter jets suddenly burst from out of the nearby clouds. They were sleek and silver, and each had a red V painted on each side of their hulls. "V-Fighter to Centre, we have an unauthorized vagabond in flight," one of them spoke. "It's species does not appear on our scanners. What course of action should be taken?"
"Attempt communication," a new voice replied, coming from inside the jet's mic. "Do not open fire unless necessary."
The two pilots nodded in understanding and both pulled over in an attempt to communicate with their newcomer, each flying on his left and right side. "Halt, vagabond! Give us your license and identification," one of the pilots commanded. Their mission was simple-- capture or detain any unknown beings.
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Crystal was simply laying in the undergrowth, still thinking bitter thoughts. She shifted her position once in awhile, trying to get herself comfortable. However, her actions soon ceased when a whiff of meat and apple caught her nose. She didn't care much for the scent of meat, but after finding that apples were also present, she realized just how hungry she was. Fighting evil was quite a tiring activity after all, and without a proper supply of food, she knew that flying would be relatively impossible. Not caring if whether or not the human was responsible for setting out this meal, she casually walked out from her hiding place and back to the crater she landed in. There, she began to lick up the dried apple slices, but careful not to consume any meat. Being a Shape-shifter, it was terrible for her digestion.
Noah watched with new found fascination from behind his leafy shield, and his fear slowly faded away. Maybe this creature wasn't so bad after all, he thought, trying to reassure himself. He didn't understand why the newcomer didn't devour the preserved meat as well, but that was fine with him. Unfortunately, his thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of multiple jet engines coming from far above. Moving out of the shelter of his canopy, he squinted to get a better look at what was happening above. Apparently, there were two silver jets in hot pursuit of what appeared to be a smaller, green and red one, though it didn't quite look like any aircraft he had ever seen. Slightly frowning, he turned his gaze back to his dragonic acquaintance-- it was gone? "Huh..." he said aloud and turned around, only to find that it was right behind him, staring with large, blue eyes.
