Yoongi and Hoseok's shuttle control room was crowded with noisy, excited crew. Everyone could see green jungle, yellow rock and warm light through the shuttle glass instead of dark, vast space. Their hasty retreat was finally at an end.
What had started as a wail of panic over the loudspeakers as Jung Hoseok announced an emergency landing ...had somehow taken just as sudden a turn once Min Yoongi had raced his way from his workshop and into the ship's cockpit.
"I still can't believe this."
Yoongi now sat in the central pilot's chair of the control room and nursed an amber-colored drink in muted, grumpy fashion while Hoseok sat in the chair nearest to him and seemed, for once in his life, struggling to make anything reminiscent of words.
Yoongi went on, "I've known you our entire lives, Hoseok. But this. This idiocy takes the cake."
"It was an accident, Yoongi..."
"You swerved in the wrong direction to avoid hitting a dragonite, and knocked our ship against Mt. Marauder. Then sounded a fucking war cry."
"I thought the dragonite was being Influenced by our enemies! That we really we're under attack! ...It was an honest mistake."
"This from such a tactical genius... I'm appalled." Yoongi wasn't going to let this go easily.
Hoseok wasn't going to, either. He replied so sharply, every other set of ears in the room began to burn.
"Listen here, Yoong. We're delivering a Gwangju Ai to the headquarters of our rebel alliance. A Gwangju Ai. I was expecting some flack, more sophisticated trackers... to have to fight off at least ONE small fleet on our way here. But we didn't get any attention. Which, tactician that I am, made me think it was because there was a trap waiting here for us. So yeah, when I saw a dragonite so close to our shuttle and flying straight for us, I snapped. I thought I was right, the trap had been sprung...and into the belly of the beast we had landed. But, yeah, I was wrong. So... my... fucking... bad."