Aaron whooped loudly, pulling his ship up and piloting it high about Cerclorium.
"Hurry up slow ship," he called through the com-link, looking back at his closest friend, Lukas Wilson. Aaron and Lukas had grown up together. Lukas' parents were close friends and advisors to Aaron's parents, the king and queen of all Cerclorium.
They often spent their time flying high over the buildings and towers of the town, racing each other and trying to get higher than the other. They each had a small, one man fighter, and both were experts at flying them.
Which is why they didn't expect what the disaster before it was too late.
"You got a better ship than me!" Lukas cried, his voice crackling through the comm link.
"So, you're the better pilot. Come on," Aaron spun his ship, dropping it straight down. He spun it, the feeling of weightlessness making his whoop again. He was aware of Lukas rushing past, his ship dropping faster.
Laying on speed, Aaron forced it to go faster than ever before, trying to out do his friend. When suddenly, another ship appeared.
Trying to pull up, Aaron just managed to avoid slamming into it, his underbelly scraping along the top with a sickening screech.
The letters O - R - C - A- S were painted along the side, letters that Aaron would never forget.
In the next second, his ship was thrown wildly off cause, by a huge explosion caused by Lukas' ship hitting the other. His friend, unable to spot the new ship in time, hadn't been able to pull up, his inferior ship being the death of him. Literally.
Aaron cried out, trying to regain control of his ship. Tears fell freely down his face, and his heart felt hollow. There was no way his best friend could have survived that.
As he struggled with the controls, the letters on the ship burned in his mind. ORCAS.
Then suddenly, the ground was in front of him. He struggled to pull up, but the ship was damaged, and he smashed into it, blacking out instantly.
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