#galacticmaestro

@galacticmaestro

Cannonball loved space, it was quiet, it was endless, and the only place Cannonball could call home at this point. In a life of piracy it was hard to find a place of tranquility without looking over his shoulder, but Cannonball had found his. His place as among the stars and all of their beauty. He’d never say it aloud but travelling the stars was  worth more than the treasure they sought.

Unfortunately for him, he was almost the only one aboard the Sea Slag who thought that. Without a heist planned the crew tended to get a bit restless. Even the ship itself needed some rest, and he couldn’t deny his ship and crew of their needs and some of their wants.

At least they were in a place they wouldn’t stand out too much. As any smart pirate knew, there’s always a flipside to the nice colonies. Where there were honest folk making their money, there was bound to be a black market where the energon was high grade and the market people sold illegal items at a steal of a price. 

Cannonball had walked through the market place straight to an Oil house. One good thing about being on the ground, was an almost limitless supply of high grade, which he planned to make a dent in before they took off again. 

Partway through his first cube however he noticed a very well dressed bot in a corner table by themselves. He didn’t recognize them but he knew that most bots didn’t like to use organic covers -himself excluded- and if they did, they wouldn’t dress well in a place like this. 

Unless they were lost. 

Smiling to himself, he got up from his seat and made his way over to this strange bot. He would be rude not to at least try to point them in the right direction if they were lost.

22 - Chloe would probably want to be stronger, both physically and emotionally, so that she’d be more able to protect those important to her.