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The Bad Batch: Valkyrie

Episode 5: Entombed

The only "warnings" I have is that this has not been edited sorry :|

“Suddenly, I felt its tentacles wrap around my legs, pulling me down into the depths,” Phee dramatically spun her tale. Specter, resting against Hunter as he sat at the bar, chuckled as Bolo and Ketch gasped, completely enthralled. “I had no choice but to fend off the Octomorph. Bare-handed.”

“This story changes every time she tells it,” Tech observed.

“Aww, it’s cute that you pay attention,” Specter teased.

“Leave him alone, Spec,” Hunter muttered.

“Where’s the fun in that? It’s puppy love,” she angled her head to him. He gave a thin smile and shook his head. She snickered and tuned back into Phee’s story.

“...vanquishing the creature, I swam to the coral cave. And did you know what I found?” she asked, Bolo and Ketch leaning close in anticipation.

“What did you find?”

“What? What was there?”

“Spit it out!” the two urged simultaneously.

“Only the Grand Pearl of Novak,” Phee revealed. Specter had mouthed along before realizing she had indeed changed her story.

“Wasn’t it a crown last time?” she asked aloud.

“I thought it was a magic mirror or something,” Echo said. Bolo and Ketch clearly hadn’t noticed.

“Those two will believe anything,” Hunter grumbled. Specter found that fact to be more entertaining than the stories themselves.

The group perked up at a commotion from the stairwell, looking to find Wrecker and Omega had returned from the junkyard. Specter relaxed and leaned her head back on Hunter, watching out of the corner of her eye as Bolo and Ketch went to one of the gaming tables.

“Mission accomplished!” Wrecker cheered. “One compressor, as requested,” he set the compressor down for Tech to examine.

“Ah. Nicely done, Wrecker,” he complimented, finding it in satisfactory condition.

“That’s not all we got,” Omega said, dropping her collection on the dejarik table. Tech looked the items over, finding nothing of relative value.

“This assortment, however, could have been left at the junkyard,” he said.

“Easy, quick draw. let the expert take a look,” Phee interjected, sorting through Omega’s items.

“She called him ‘quick draw’!” Specter practically squealed.

“What is with you?” Hunter hissed, somewhat amused.

“It’s cute!” Specter argued.

“It’s almost like you’re the one that likes her,” he said in a low voice. Specter swallowed her words and scowled.

“Hush you.”

“It is a manifold regulator. And a broken one at that,” Tech stated as Phee picked up a piece.

“Thanks, Clone Obvious,” she rolled her eyes. Phee continued rooting through the assortment, finally finding something she deemed interesting.

“Hang on,” she muttered, turning the disk-like object over in her hands, finding a piece that flipped up to reveal etchings. “These look like coordinate markings.”

“Coordinate markings?” Omega repeated, gasping with excitement.

“Mel, take a look at this,” Phee called her droid over, kneeling down to let it scan the object. It beeped in response. “I was right,” Phee whispered before turning to Omega, who had gone to stand by her, “This is a compass. One from long before our time…” Specter raised a brow in curiosity, wondering if it was another one of her tall tales, or, for once, the truth. The droid beeped again. “These coordinates are in the Kaldar Trinary system.”

“I have no record of that system,” Tech said, having looked through his datapad.

“Because the best treasures usually aren’t found on maps,” Phee pointed out.

“There’s treasure there?” Omega excitedly asked. Specter stood up now, watching the scene with interest.

“Without a doubt,” Phee winked. “The compass is a rare find. You’ve got a good eye.” Omega, now excitedly bouncing on her feet, turned toward Hunter.

“Let’s go check it out! You heard Phee!”

“She says a lot of things,” Hunter said, crossing his arms.

“So do you sometimes,” Specter mumbled, covering her mouth with her hand.

“That’s not the point,” Hunter hissed.

“It isn’t?” Specter feigned innocence. Phee laughed aloud at their banter.

“I can go alone and take the spoils for myself if it’s too much trouble,” she offered, “or we go together and split it 50/50.” She pulled Omega close to her and handed her the compass.

“Please, Hunter! What if there really is treasure there?” Omega reasoned.

“Yeah, we’re not on a mission,” Wrecker agreed, taking the girl’s side.

“It could be fun,” she added, trying to entice him. Specter snorted and laughed out loud, holding her stomach.

“Omega, hun, be honest: can you really see Echo and Hunter having fun?” she jutted a thumb toward the two.

“Hey!” Echo protested, appalled. “The last time we went after treasure, it didn’t go as planned.”

“You weren’t working with a professional then,” Phee reasoned.

“And if Tech can’t find it in his system, I doubt the Empire will be there, so now there’s no chance of screwing up!” Specter added, standing next to Phee. Tech shot her a look, Specter corrected her statement. “Fine. There’s less of a chance of screwing up.”

“What do you say?” Phee asked, slinging an arm around Specter’s shoulders. Hunter turned to Echo, who shrugged and provided no further argument; he sighed and nodded.

Specter walked into the hold, finding Hunter playing with his knife again, keeping an eye on Omega and Phee, who had their feet propped up on Mel. He flashed her a quick smile before returning to his watch. Specter honestly found his overprotectiveness a bit ridiculous, but also endearing. She also found it amusing how unwilling he was to go on this adventure.

“How many uncharted planets have you been to?” Omega asked.

“Too many to count,” Phee scoffed, bringing her feet down to pat her droid. “That’s why I need Mel to keep track of all the legends I’ve chased down over the years. That’s the life of a treasure hunter.”

“Don’t you mean ��pirate’?” Hunter questioned, holding his blade still. Specter huffed in amusement.

“I prefer ‘Liberator of Ancient Wonders’,” Phee turned her seat to correct him before turning back to Omega. “Wanna hear about the time I found the Blade of Zakata Par?”

“Yes, I do!” the girl squealed, eyes sparkling. Hunter rolled his eyes and left the scene, leaving the girls in the hold. Specter shook her head, convinced that Phee simply made the story up as she went. She caught sight of her axe propped up against the wall, the glossy display varnish having long since worn off. She couldn’t help but still wonder why it fit so perfectly in her hands, and why her sisters buzzed over it. They had given no answer before their departure. Since Phee was an alleged expert on legendary treasures, Specter considered going to her for answers about her own story.

They touched down on a desolate landscape, a small distance away from a tall mountain. Tech started scanning the area as they walked out onto the dust while Phee and Omega led the group, eager to explore. Specter observed their surroundings; the air was still and there was a kind of emptiness over the land. As though a song had suddenly come to an end.

“I’m not picking up any signs of civilization whatsoever,” Tech reported. “Which makes sense, considering this land appears to have been razed and left uninhabitable.”

“A strange kind of weapon did this… and not one that I could fathom,” Specter added, shifting the dust under her boots.

“Who’d wanna hide treasure here?” Echo wondered. A strange beeping startled the group, they all turned toward Echo, who happened to be the source of it.

“What was that?” Wrecker asked.

“The compass just activated,” Echo held up the device. He turned in circles, the compass beeped faster facing the mountain. He took a few steps in that direction. “It’s telling us to go south,” he said.

“Let’s go!” Omega cheered, snatching the compass from his hand and running ahead.

“Now she’s got the right attitude. Wait up kid!” Phee ran after the girl.

“Look at you, Echo the Adventurer,” Specter teased, nudging him with her elbow as they followed Phee and Omega.

They hiked for a while, Hunter and Echo had gone up front with Omega while Wrecker and Tech guarded the back, Specter drifted toward Phee, walking beside her.

“So,” she started, “just sort of casually wondering—it’s no big deal if you don’t know—call it a personal research project; but um… do you know anything about valkyries?”

“Skittish aren’t you?” Phee raised a brow, amused. “I don’t know much, I haven’t made my way over to Kant’himmel yet, but I’ve heard many different iterations of the legends,” she said.

“Really?” Specter breathed, excited to know more.

“Well sure! The most common story is that they’re maidens commissioned by Death to guide those in battle, some even choose who will and won’t die,” Phee explained.

“Oh…” Specter didn’t realize how dark the legend would be, finding it gruesome how she was designed after a chooser of the slain. Her hand rested on the hilt of her axe as they walked. Phee huffed, almost in amusement.

“I could call you a valkyrie with how you carry that axe. They’re commonly thought of as one of the weapons of the valkyries, the most popular being a spear.”

That’s why her sisters had buzzed, and why it felt right to hold.

“Oh, I had just snagged it,” Specter weakly explained. “I’m no valkyrie.”

“Well, the axe may be a coincidence, but you know, in most languages, ‘valkyrie’ translates to ‘war fairy’. And I’ve heard loverboy over there,” she nodded toward Hunter, “call you a fairy.” Specter’s eyes widened, she blushed, unsure how to respond. Phee only chuckled and continued onward.

The compass beeped for them to continue, but the base of the mountain blocked their path.

“It’s a dead end,” Omega sighed in disappointment. “Maybe we go around the mountain?”

“Or it’s telling us to go inside it,” Phee muttered. She stepped forward, tracing the rock before unsheathing her cutlass and prying them out of the way. She reached into the crevice, feeling air moving inside. Specter stood on her toes to try and see what was inside, holding onto Hunter’s shoulder for support.

“Need a little help there, fairy?” Hunter whispered, teasing her. Specter scoffed and lightly smacked him.

“Big guy, help me move this,” Phee called over to Wrecker. He jogged over and helped her shove the boulders out of the way until they all came tumbling down, revealing a doorway.

“Look! It’s a secret entrance!” Omega gasped.

“Ohh, it is a secret entrance,” Wrecker repeated. Specter rolled her eyes and followed Hunter into the cavern, shining her light onto the walls, looking for any signs of instability among the rocks. The group came upon a larger chamber, cleaner than the previous path; the ground was flat, the walls carved with etchings and monolith-type stones jutting out.

“Woah!” Omega breathed in amazement.

“You said it, hun,” Specter muttered, smiling alongside her.

“Hunter, these etchings are easily a thousand years old,” Tech informed, looking over the collected data from his pad.

“Older. Much older,” Phee corrected, running a hand over the wall. “If I’m right, which is always, we are standing in the entrance way to Skara Nal,” she said, facing the group.

“To what?” Echo questioned.

“I swear you just make up half the words you say,” Specter shook her head.

“Every pirate out there’s heard the legend of Skara Nal. It traces back to the ancients,” Phee explained.

“You mean the Jedi?” Echo asked.

“No. Older.”

“So, what kinda treasure’s in there?” Wrecker asked now.

“The Heart of the Mountain. And we’re going to liberate it,” Phee answered, albeit dramatically in Specter’s opinion. She internally sighed, wondering how long they’d be here, and if their search would amount to anything.

“How do we get in?” Omega whispered. Specter followed the lines on the wall with her light, looking for any sort of clue.

“It’s a pattern,” she realized, muttering.

“You think so?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah. It’s an abstract pattern but I think all the lines are supposed to be connected,” said Specter. She brought a hand up and lightly held her shoulder, reminded of the tattoo under her armor, reminded of how a simple symbol can hold a deeper secret.

“Hmm. Well let’s try aligning the symbols,” Phee suggested, focusing on the blocks that jutted out. She shoved one into place, rotating the lower portion of the wall; one stuck out above her, just out of reach. “Some help would be nice.”

Wrecker took the cue and helped push the stone. Specter winced as the rocks ground against each other, shifting dust and rumbling the room. She nearly lost her footing when the rumbling increased, their way out closed behind them and pebbles began to fall from the ceiling. Hunter pulled Specter close and Phee pushed Wrecker out of the way as a larger boulder came crashing down.

The shaking stopped.

Wrecker coughed and groaned, Hunter rushed to check on him. Specter checked on Omega, dusting her off and ruffling her hair when the girl gave a thumbs up.

“Ugh, Specter, you know I don’t really like that anymore,” Omega reminded, smoothing her hair back into place.

“Right, sorry. Force of habit,” Specter winced in apology, partially heartbroken at the rejection. Turning back to the room, she clicked her tongue, finding that not all of the lines matched up, most likely springing the-

“Booby trap,” Phee finished Specter’s thought as she stood up and brushed herself off. “Now it’s getting interesting.”

“You’ve just trapped us in here!” Hunter accused, looking where the doorway once was.

“Relax. There’s always a way out. We just have to find it. It’s part of the puzzle,” Phee reassured.

Omega gasped a moment later.

“Wait!” she called out, holding the compass to her eye. “We’re aligning the wrong symbols!” “What do you see?” Hunter asked. Specter tilted her head in curiosity; their alignment was wrong, that much was obvious, but what did Omega see that they couldn’t?

“Some of the symbols are glowing,” Omega answered.

“Here. Lay the compass on my lantern,” Phee suggested, turning her lantern on its side and allowing the girl to place the compass on top of it. An ultraviolet glow filled the room, indeed lighting some of the symbols on the stones.

“Woah!” Wrecker exclaimed.

“Killer light show,” Specter muttered in amazement as he rotated the stones once more. She found herself correct; as the patterns on the wall began to line up and make more sense. Tech and Hunter moved the last stone into place and the room rotated again, this time revealing their exit as well as another doorway, leading further into the mountain. Specter was the first to investigate, her night-vision scope revealed the tunnel led deeper. She snapped her fingers, hearing the sound echo then disappear down the hall.

“Oh yeah, this is deep,” she announced to the rest of the group, feeling excitement creeping in.

“Mel, note the coordinates and wait here,” Phee ordered her droid, coming close. “Come on, kid. Time to go exploring,” she nodded to Omega. The girl squealed and followed her into the tunnel.

“Looks like we’re doing this,” Wrecker chuckled, following.

“My interest is certainly piqued,” Tech added, still looking at his datapad as he walked in. Echo merely paused to shrug at Hunter before entering as well. Specter hesitated, watching as Hunter turned back towards the exit and sighed; she grabbed his hand and together they ventured into the darkness.

Specter walked behind Phee and Omega with Hunter, shining her light on the walls, but mostly keeping an eye on the girl. She knew Hunter wanted to keep her safe—they all did—but with Omega growing up fast, she couldn’t be sure how long they’d be able to keep up.

“So, what exactly is the Heart of the Mountain?” Omega asked Phee.

“A rare crystalline stone,” she explained. “Some say it’s the key to an ancient power, which makes it worth more than you could possibly fathom.”

“What about the Heart of the Eternal White Point Star? Worth more than that?” Specter thought back to the copy of the jewel she had stolen.

“A lot more. And not just in monetary value,” Phee said with a wink.

“I have run a preliminary analysis of the materials in those stone slabs,” Tech began to report, trailing behind from the back. Specter wanted to listen, but noticed instead how Hunter slowed to a stop and tilted his head. ”They predate the Republic. Phee may be onto something,” Tech finished.

A fluttering sensation traveled up Specter’s spine and floated to the top of her head.

“Hey, tough guys. Want to pick up the pace?” Phee called from further ahead.

“Hunter?” Omega mumbled, watching as his hand slowly drifted toward his blaster. Dust fell from above, Specter and Wrecker trained their lights upward, finding a hole that opened into deeper darkness. But with nothing out of the ordinary, they continued onward.

A hissing growl.

They turned just as a creature stretched down from the hole and began to attack Wrecker with its maw while its claws reached and scratched at the others. Specter jumped out of the way and reached for her axe, watching as the world around her slowed, finding exactly where to strike at the monster.

Speed returned, she swung her blade and chopped off a limb and struck the side of its jaw with the eye of the weapon. The creature screeched from the impact, almost ignoring the blasterfire the Batch pelted it with. It grabbed Wrecker around his torso and ascended back into its nest, trying to pull him in as he struggled. They all watched, blasters ready and waiting for a clear shot.

Hunter took the chance and fired; the creature dropped Wrecker and screeched as more blasterfire followed suit, retreating into its cave. Rocks began to pour out from the hole, Specter barely dove out of the way in time before a pile formed, blocking their path. She hissed as the adrenaline wore off and soreness started to overtake her. It wasn’t until she stood up and dusted herself off that Specter realized Hunter, Omega, and Phee were still on the other side.

“Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Spec, are you okay?” Omega asked into the comm.

“We’re fine, but there’s too much debris,” Echo reported, waving dust away and shining his flashlight on the rocks in front of them. “We can’t get through.”

Specter sighed in defeat before searching for a solution. The low hum of wind caught her ear, she turned toward the source to find another tunnel in the wall.

“Hey, Tech,” Specter called over, pointing towards it, “This must have opened up in the collapse.” He held up his scanner.

“The readings in here are not as clear, but I can track your position,” Tech said into the comm. “There are smaller side tunnels throughout. We will navigate a path and rendezvous with you at the other end.”

“Good. then we’ll keep looking for the treasure,” Phee came in through an unsteady signal. The four of them glanced at each other, ready to trek onward with a nod. Tech led the group, but Specter hesitated, shining her light once more at the blockage.

“Hunter,” she whispered through a private channel. He beeped in reply. “Be safe, okay? And just because you don’t like Phee, doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

“That still doesn’t mean I trust her,” he said.

“For Omega’s sake? For mine?” He was silent as he considered Specter’s plea.

“Fine. Just be careful,” he grumbled.

Specter hummed another verse of the tune she had stuck in her head; a bar song Bolo and Ketch had—rather loudly—performed for an unwilling audience such as the Batch. She’ll admit that perhaps it was not the most appropriate setting, but in her opinion, it was better than nothing but their footsteps and the wind groaning.

“Will you stop humming that?” Echo hissed.

“Sorry! It’s catchy!”

“Great, now it’s in my head, too,” Wrecker whined. “How much further?”

“Uncertain,” Tech replied, ignoring their bantering. “Something ahead is interfering with my scans.”

“Hunter, come in,” Echo tried. “Comms are down too.”

The echo of a falling rock resounded from the other end of the tunnel; Specter instinctively rested a hand on her axe as they shone their lights.

“Did you hear that? I-it’s that thing,” Wrecker fearfully whispered.

“It’s in your head, Wrecker,” Echo brushed it off and continued following Tech. Specter was inclined to agree, she felt no other sensations of unease and pat Wrecker on the shoulder in comfort. They continued onward before they reached the end of the tunnel and the sound of soft thudding. Tech glanced back at the group, holding up his blaster. They mirrored him before slowly approaching the exit and jumping out, only finding Hunter, Omega, and Phee standing before a doorway.

“Oh. It’s you,” Specter holstered her pistol.

“What took you so long?” Hunter grumbled. Specter wanted to giggle at his grumpy tone.

“Phee thinks we’re getting close to the treasure,” Omega enthusiastically reported as Phee looked closely at the door before them. Specter and the others rejoined the group and observed Phee.

“What type of puzzle is this?” Tech wondered, standing next to her.

“Don’t overthink it, brown eyes,” she said with a smile, setting aside her lantern. “Sometimes a door’s,” she pulled on a handle, “just a door.”

Specter exhaled, trying to settle her excited nervousness as the door turned and rolled away. Behind it, a deep and cavernous chamber expanded into darkness. Specter peered over the edge, shining her light to see how far down the chamber stretched. She noted the walls bore the same pattern of lines as the pattern in the first chamber they encountered.

“There,” Phee whispered next to her. She looked up, seeing a translucent blue monolith across the room, lit up by Phee’s lantern and a soft purple glow from within. “The Heart of the Mountain.” Omega and Hunter carefully followed Phee as she entered, shuffling along a narrow path and jumping onto the platform holding the crystal. Specter tilted her head, feeling the buzzing sensation from before creep up the side of her neck as Phee twisted and carefully lifted the stone out from its base.

A second later, a rumbling came from all around. The dust within the chamber shifted and rocks in the tunnels fell.

“Go! Go!” Wrecker shouted, pushing Echo, Tech, and Specter out of the way; they held onto the lip of the entrance as the door quickly closed behind them.

“Woah!” Specter cried as the room lit up, bright white lined the patterns on the wall. The roar of rumbling and shifting metal was deafening as the entire structure seemed to activate. She struggled to hang on tight as the room shook; next to her, Echo lost his grip and although Wrecker caught him, they slid down to the floor with Tech not far behind. Specter felt like her fingers were about to snap right off, but felt relief as the chamber evened out. “Ow,” she grunted, massaging her hands.

“I suspect this is not, in fact, a treasure vault,” Tech said as they all came to their feet.

“Then what is it?” Omega questioned.

“Good question,” said Echo.

“Is this some sort of ancient Valkyrie thing?” Wrecker shouted to Specter.

“How should I know? We just got here!” she snapped before sighing. “I don’t think so. At least I’m not getting the sense that it is.” A bright light from across the room nearly blinded the group, along with a deafening hum.

“It just emitted a massive surge of energy. Whatever we are standing inside is highly destructive!” Tech reported, meeting the others on the platform.

“So what do we do to shut it down?” Wrecker asked.

“If removing the Heart of the Mountain activated it, perhaps we must return it to its proper place to deactivate it.” Phee scowled and clutched the crystal monolith tighter.

“Do you know how much this is worth? It’s what we came here for! Can’t you find a separate kill switch or something?” Phee said. Specter bit her tongue, finding the uncanny similarities in greediness between her and Cid.

“Our ship’s out there. If that thing destroys it, we’ll be trapped on this planet!” Hunter urged.

“Alright, but you owe me,” Phee sighed, giving in and holding out the stone. Before they could return it, the sound of a growl and the door being pried open caught their attention. The creature from earlier had returned with a vengeance.

“Not you again!” Specter shouted as it pushed its way inside and jumped at the group. Phee stumbled out of the way, but the crystal slipped from her grip and fell down a crevice in the floor.

“You deal with that! I’ll get the stone!” she shouted over the blaster fire, making her way downward.

“I’m right behind you!” Specter went to join her. Together they crawled down the side of the column, finding the stone teetering on a small ledge. Just as Phee reached for it, the structure shook and the stone fell down to the ground floor. The pair climbed down after it; Phee grabbed it but stumbled just as another energy surge trembled throughout. Specter watched as she juggled the crystal in her hands and fell out the window, managing to grab onto a cable at the last second.

“Phee!” Specter shouted after her. She unclipped her axe and drove it onto the floor, hooked her feet around it, and leaned out to reach for Phee. She grabbed her hand just as it slipped from the cable.

“Nice grip,” Phee complimented. Specter could only grunt in reply as she pulled her up. The two fell back against the wall, panting from the exhausting strain. “So, uh, what’s this about being a Valkyrie?”

“Don’t even,” Specter shook her head before slowly standing up and dusting herself off. “Come on. We’re not out of this yet.”

By the time they made it back up to the main room, the creature was gone, but another energy beam was on the verge of firing again. Tech stood at the control port, still trying to figure out a way to bypass it.

“Tech, the stone!” Specter shouted, holding up the stone for him to see. He shifted his stance with his arms open; she tossed it toward him, he and Omega shoved it into the port and twisted it.

Just like that, the beam powered down, but the rumbling never ceased. In fact, they did the opposite and increased. The crystal absorbed energy before it melted away. Sparks began to fly and explosions blew throughout the room. The lights went out, Specter grabbed Omega and held her close as the structure began to fall.

“Hang onto something!” Hunter shouted. The group fumbled around in the darkness, looking for any sort of cover or way to hang on. Specter drove her axe into the ground again and held onto it, an arm wrapped around Omega, protecting her head. Hunter covered them both.

With a great crash, the structure fell to the ground. The only sounds left were a few sparks and the group panting.

“Alright… anyone not alive, speak up now,” Specter said, unable to fight a smile. Exhausted chuckles broke out among the group as they helped each other up and out of the wreckage.

“This puts us at 0 for 2 in treasure hunting,” Tech said as they walked through an ‘eye’ to the outside, “even with a professional.”

“We did find the Heart of the Mountain. The legend was real,” Omega encouraged.

“Now that’s the right attitude,” said Phee.

The landscape looked even more ruined than before. Specter’s nose crinkled at the burning smell, but by the time they reached the Marauder, she had gotten used to it.

“At least no one can ever activate that thing again,” Hunter said.

“So, what you’re saying is, it’s a good thing we came after all?” Phee asked with a smile. Hunter rolled his eyes while Specter snickered.

“Sorry about Mel,” said Omega.

“This happens all the time,” Phee shrugged. “That’s why I keep Mel’s memory stored on my ship’s data bank. I’ll have her rebuilt before we head to Vadnay.”

“What’s on Vadnay” Omega wondered.

“Maybe an all-expense paid spa resort? That sounds like my kind of treasure,” said Specter, rolling her sore neck and shoulders.

“You and me both,” Echo mumbled behind her.

“I have a lead on a certain chalice. Very ancient,” Phee answered, ignoring them.

“Really?” Hunter growled, unamused.

“Legend has it the chalice once belonged to the Kingdom of Elweys,” Phee spun her tale as all but Hunter and Specter followed her back to the ship. Hunter shook his head, but the corners of his mouth rose just a little.

“Ooh, is that a smile I see?” Specter teased, poking his cheek. “Did you have fun after all? Huh? Huh?” she goaded him on. He grabbed her hand to stop her from poking his face any more.

“Quit it, you,” he scolded, albeit with a smirk. “Let’s head back to the ship before Phee manages to get us into another treasure hunt.”

Bonus scene:

Hunter gasped as the ground beneath him gave way to a void of darkness, not even two steps into the new portion of the tunnel. He twisted and shot his grappling line just in time, but he knew his anchor point was weak. Omega and Phee came running to his aid, pulling him back up.

“Thanks,” he said, catching his breath. “Can we… can we not tell Specter about that, please?”

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