#/// Galaxicos is still part of this blog but he is way different to main Gal! take note of that!

[thebastardmeteocrusherpilot]

Happy Birthday 24k( Living in Sargasso AU )

Two types of loud noises can be heard in the hangar: The noise of the different tools that the boy uses to fix his ship and the music of Pearl Jam that accompanies the young chimpanzee, inspiring him and keeping him from not being bored in this activity. Two hours had passed and all that was left was to fix his damaged wing from the last mission. His old father criticized him a lot for not taking care of his wings, that he could have fallen into disgrace, that he could have died, blah blah blah.

Heh, the years go by and he never changes.

How much time has passed since the end of the war? How much time has passed since he, his father and his dear friend had to flee that planet? Leaving the home where he grew up and created memories…

Pluto remembers all that event. He was at home taking care of Anastasia, as she listened with fear to every news that happened in the last days of the war. Normally she was nervous, but these days her mechanical brain was overheating from so much bad news that Pluto thought it would be better to be by her side, besides… he also sensed that this game of ships, blood and tears would not end well for them and for the innocents of Venom.

Suddenly, the city's alarm was heard like a fleeting lightning bolt. In unison, screams of chaos and despair followed. Anatasia began to scream in panic, screaming that there is no salvation. Pluto felt the air escaping from him, his legs trembled and he screamed in his child's mind for his mother to come and hug him and Anastasia. The noise of death did not allow him to think for long minutes, thinking that no one could come to save them, neither them nor the innocents. Peace did not come and will not come to this planet.

The doors of the house opened wide, illuminating the room in their glow of freedom. The boy's mind finally came out of its prison of pain when he recognized the figure breathing under the broken and dirty armor. His elderly father looked at him with the same panic, but it instantly changed to relief when he saw them still in the same place where he saw them for the last time. His armor falls to the floor, echoing in the room and then it was his boots. His father walked slowly, hurt, but desperate to surround him in his arms. Pluto also felt that feeling of protection and affection, finally having the strength to run. One last hug at home was necessary for both of them knowing that nothing could be done but be together.

Dad always had very strong arms, but he could feel his weak aura in that paternal hug.

"Take what is important. I know where to go."

Hours later, Pluto only remembers being stuck in a ship not so big but not so small. One where the three of them were allowed to flee. He wished he could have brought his friends, his acquaintances, but his father told him it was only made for the Galaxicos family. He felt sorry for the inhabitants of that planet, wishing he had made more. Will there be more ships like this?

Anastasia, for her own distraction, began to separate the food, money and valuable objects. Galaxicos took care of bringing objects that would allow him to exchange if necessary. Pluto only took his drawings, the dolls he had made of his loved ones, his favorite video game and most importantly, memories of mom. Everything else remained in that abandoned mansion for who knows how many years.

And that was when he was barely 19 years old.

"Okaaaayl… just… this screw and… done!" Pluto gets up, relieved to finally be able to rest from this hard work. Putting his hands on his hips, he felt a great pride in observing that ship that looked exactly like Starligh, his old warship. He felt sure that his next job would be more successful and he could have the money needed to collaborate with Sargasso.

"Fiiiuuuh! Not bad for only three hours of work. I think Mr. Dengar will approve if he doesn't get fussy again, but I'm sure he will!"

The boy wipes his sweat, adjusting his bangs. The boy didn't hear the footsteps coming towards the hangar as he was talking to himself and enjoying the music.