If you ask me, I should be the one in charge

Wander enjoys the idea that Commander Peepers is warming up to him- the hand touch may not have been welcome, but it wasn’t rejected. That was a step. Wander was hoping Peepers didn’t ignore the bond they shared (the tears they shared), but he understood the desire on the commanders part to ignore it. To not face that.

With the statement issued, the fuzzy orange alien tilts his head. What he did to him? Last Wander checked, Wander hadn’t done anything to Peepers recently, nothing like that. “ ‘m not quite sure I get what y’ mean, Mr. Peepers!” 

A thought crosses his mind- one that sends a buzz right through his chest, but he holds off on hoping quite yet. But, with all things considered…

The innocent ‘act’ as the commander saw it was irritating to say the least. He’d dealt with people not talking before with those that got imprisoned in the Skull Ship’s cells, and they were usually solved pretty quickly when weapons came into the picture. And yet... Peepers crosses his arms, not quite willing to point his blaster just yet... assuming it would even come to that. 

Having left Sylvia behind to relax in the cafe, Wander trudged on ahead to explore more of the scenic planet they had landed on. The cafe was certainly nice, and had plenty of tasty pastries and drinks, but Wander and Sylvia had come to an understanding long ago- she was welcome to find her moments of (Wander-free) relaxation while the fluffy space nomad went on to see everything the planet had to offer.

Or, maybe just the more festive type of things. It was impossible to miss the ferris wheel from just about anywhere on the planet, he’d wager. The galaxies largest ferris wheel- or so they say. So high that they pump oxygen from below into the compartments above. Now that was something he just had to see! He’d wait for Sylvia, of course, but the rest of the carnival below (albeit, much smaller) would hold him over- and likely excite him almost as much. 

Until something mighty surprising- and in turn, exciting- called out to him. He whipped around, smile spreading on his face. He dashed the short distance between them, taking one of Peeper’s hands in both of his. 

“Peepers! Fancy seeing you here! What are y’ doin’ outside of the Skullship? Are you relaxin’!?” He blinks, just then processing his actual greeting. “Here I am! Does that mean- oh! Were you lookin’ for me?” That could mean a few things, but Wander waited for the answer before he assumed.

Any other alien in the galaxy would have been met with a blaster had they so much as tried to touch the commander, much less one of his hands. Luckily for Wander, the nomad wasn’t ‘any other alien’. The contact serves only to make Peepers pause for a short moment... which in turn causes a certain frustration to the watchdog.

“I was searching for you, yes. Though I think you’ll find the circumstances different from any other time I’ve done so.”

Peepers doesn’t address the first two questions, finding them almost rhetorical in nature. ‘Relaxing’ wasn’t exactly the commander’s strong suite, and anyone who’s spent any time around him surely knows that. A somewhat accusatory glare is offered to the fluffy nomad. 

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Tagging: @eye-of-justice, @sociallyawkwardlyaliens

“You’d be surprised what this squirrel can do,” she simply stated glaring at him. After giving her final thoughts, she let go of the bars and backed away from the cell door.

There’s a quiet ‘hm!’ from the commander as he regards the princess once more before turning away.

“Princess, nothing surprises me at this point. However, if you’d like to intrigue me, I implore you to do so. In the end, there’s no real win for you. Any escape attempt of yours, successful or not, will simply prove useful information to me for our security infrastructure.”

The commander walks over to the exit of the prison wing, the tap of his boots echoing in the quiet and spacious area. He pauses only briefly before exiting the wing entirely, throwing a smug look over his shoulder.

Your Result: You Are A Disturbing Control Freak

Caring for people and things does not work the way you think it does. You are so invested in making sure that everything around you is perfect that instead of showing you care, you plan and control without asking for any input (which, of course, you justify by telling yourself that you aren't burdening anyone else with extra work). You show dedication and attention to everything the same way you would a bonsai tree: meticulous maintenance, control, planning, and foresight. You call this “dedication,” but it's not - it's needing personal control so badly that you've confused it for real connection - which is not really a great quality in a friend, but a very helpful quality in an aspiring serial killer.

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“I know this isn’t a fairytale. And I’m not being naive. I’ve been in situations like this before, and have always managed to escape. So don’t think I’m out of the game just yet,” she snapped, gripping a hold of the bars.

The commander regards Andy with a cold inquisitiveness.

“Hm! Alright then. How about a little game of logic? Suppose you do somehow make it out of your cell. Suppose you do escape the many patrols we have on this ship. How exactly do you think that you can free your people? Obviously, you’re here to lift the force-field around your planet, but do you know where in the ship it is? How to turn it off? Are you aware of any fail-safes we have that might prevent people like you from doing that?”

The commander turns heel fully to face Andy, his arms folded neatly behind his back.

“I may be in a cell now, but I’ll find a way to escape. And then I’ll free my people from Lord Hater,” she said with a defiant look on her face, as she stared back at Peepers.

“Ugh.”

The scoff practically echos off the walls of the quiet prison wing, and the commander dismisses the two watchdogs with a flick of his wrist. No need for any extra soldiers. The patrols in this part of the ship should be more than enough to keep an eye on the princess, or at least, that was how the commander saw it. 

For the commander, breaks are few and far in between. Peepers was lucky to get so much a few hours to himself, much less a full day...

That is, unless he managed to work ahead. Lucky for the commander, it seems that staying up the past few nights did some good in that respect! By the time that morning (a figurative term, of course) came around, Peepers had everything finished and ready. No invasions scheduled, Lord Hater’s breakfast was taken care of... It was a day he could finally have to himself, and he knew exactly what he was going to do with it.

It didn’t take too long to find the nomad, in retrospect. Sure, it took the commander a good hour, but when one is searching the entire galaxy, it was a pretty impressive time frame. The commander approaches Wander carefully and silently at first, before issuing what could technically count as a greeting.

“Okay okay! I get the hint! Is prodding my back with your blaster really needed?” She asked irritated as they arrived at the prison wing. Andy dared not reach up to rub at the spot at the moment, thinking the watchdogs would take it as a sign of her trying to escape.

The commander sneers at the remark as he has the two watchdogs usher Andy into a cell, and he takes it upon himself to double check the lock as the cell door is closed. Can’t be too careful.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you expecting us to hold your hand? Offer you some cookies and milk? Or maybe you’d like us to read you a story as we tuck you into your cell.”

One of the watchdogs starts to speak, seemingly willing to actually read a story, but they are silenced mid-sentence by a nasty glance from Peepers before he turns back to Andy.

She just sighed and slowly stood back up. But once she was standing, she raised her hands once again to show her surrender. She waited for his instruction to move on.