So how are Orson and Lyra doing while they wait for help? Let's find out!

Also, the above song (a short before the Disney Pixar movie Inside Out) reminds me of Galennic for some weird reason.

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"Sixty-six jugs of blue milk on the wall,
Sixty-six jugs of blue milk!
Take one down, pass it around!
Sixty-five jugs of blue milk on the wall!"

"Shut up, Orson!" Lyra grabbed Orson by the collar and threw him to the ground. Again. "I've had enough with that song!"

"But I'm almost halfway!" Orson complained. "Come on! Help me finish the song! It's not like we have anything else to do."

"We could be TRYING TO ESCAPE!!! And possibly SAVING OXYGEN!!"

Orson rolled his eyes. "We are saving oxygen. Somehow."

"You damned singing is not saving oxygen!"

"Well neither is your shouting!"

Lyra opened her mouth to refute that but then realized Orson had a pretty good point. She sighed and said "Touché."

Orson sighed and he shut up with the song. He and Lyra walked side by side, their strides slow and lumbering. Both had been walking for a long time, perhaps an hour or so, searching for another exit. Orson wanted to rest, he wanted to get out of this cave, but most of all, he wanted to see Galen He also wanted to pee since he really had to go, but he didn't feel like taking the time to free himself from all his winter clothing. He figured he could wait until a more convenient time. Plus, he wasn't so keen on doing it around Lyra.

They found an iced over lake. Lyra decided to set up camp near the lake for who knows why, though Orson had no complaints. As soon as she announced that they would stop here, he flopped to the ground. Lyra took off his backpack and let him lay there while she counted up the rations between the two of them. "Tch, a day's worth for both of us. This oughta be a wonderful experience." She pulled out the water canisters and took a glance inside each one. "And at least two days of water supply. We'll have to go extremely sparingly if we want to survive for a few days. Hopefully Galen won't take that long to find help."

Orson shifted so he could face her. "Of all the things that could have gone wrong, it had to be this. And the devil just had to put us two together."

"The Devil wears Prada," Lyra commented. "It disguises itself and does things in favor of its victims and then bites them." Orson stared at her. This woman was going crazy. He asked Lyra for a clarification. "It was by fate that I tried to grab a greenish Crystal and got my hand stuck. Then you and Galen came alone and free me. We get so close to the doorway and BOOM! We're stuck."

"I... would never have put it that way..." Orson commented. He sat up because the ice was getting cold along his side. "I've got a question. What do we do while we wait for help? Obviously we have to find a way to keep in contact with Galen and crew while we stay in the cave."

"We could have camped out at the front door but you wanted to find an exit."

Orson thought about this. Yes, he wanted to get out but there was something that told him to explore deeper into the cave. If they were able to find an opening out of this cave before help arrived, they could save hundreds of minutes. Orson really hoped so. He wanted to be with Galdn again. He couldn't bear being away from the scientist. Which was why he considered asking Galen if he could sleep with him once they got out.

'Dammit, Orson. Stop letting your fantasies run away. Galen doesn't want to sleep with you!' The Angel side of Orson said.

'No! Don't listen to the Angel! They don't know what their talking about! Sleep with Galen! You might even get laid!' Called the Devil side of Orson.

'Don't listen to the Devil! Doing such an act might drive away Galen!' Angel Orson protested.

Devil Orson had other ideas. 'But we both know you want it badly. You want to know why he feels like, what he looks like without clothes. I'll bed he's got an eight pack!'

'I thought we already saw him without a shirt!'

'Shut up, Angel Orson! Don't listen to him, Orson. He always lies.'

'You're the liar!!!'

"Orson!" Orson felt strong hands seize his shoulders and his body was shaken about. He stopped Lyra before his head split into two from her violent shaking. "Stop spacing out on me!"

"Sorry!" Orson squeaked. "I'll try not to do it again!"

"Yeah right. Lemme guess, you wanted sex with Galen?" Dammit. Was she really that smart? Or was he just an open book to read his emotions.

He scoffed. "Of all the stupid things you have said, that had to be one of the stupidest."

"But it's the truth. Every time I turned around, you were making some sort of happy noise as you were muttering Galen's name. And believe me, it was not just some random happy noise, oh no! You had to make it along the more disturbing lines."

Orson's cheeks went red. So he was an open book. He cursed himself and gave himself a mental reminder to not space out like that again.

The two went silent for a while. The only noise they heard was the sound of each other breathing and occasionally someone shifting around. Orson spent his time thinking about Galen. He tried to remember every little feature the man had but his memory seemed to be failing him. He really needed a better memory.

Lyra finally spoke. "While we wait... what do we do?"

"Let's play with my Legos!" Orson pulled out a jar with a couple handful of Legos in it.

"Why the fuck would you carry that!? It's useless shit!"

"Lyra, stop swearing so much!"

"You have a problem with it?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!"

"Whatever. Your Legos are still useless shit to me."

Orson growled. "Well they won't be when we keep ourselves entertained with them."

Five minutes later, the Legos had been divvied out between the two as they played a strange variation of Go Fish. "Do you have... any six by two red flats?" Lyra asked.

"You already asked that, you brat. Go fish."

"Oh look at that. You're picking up on my name calling skills."

"Shut your face, Lyra. I hate you. Do you have a two by two blue?"

"The feeling's mutual. Go fish."
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He knew he wasn't going to be welcomed here. In fact, he expected Galen would have a gun in hand. But the weapon had to be completed and there was no choice but to retrieve the scientist.

After four years of searching, Director Orson Callan Krennic had located Galen and Lyra Erso on a planet called Lah'mu. He had his pilot take his ship down to the surface, where he and his death troopers lined up in a straight row and marched towards the little farm.

He could see Galen walking out to meet him, weaponless. The scientist held his head high and his gait was that of a proud man's, but Orson could still see the small limp Galen earned from the Ilum accident.

They met in the middle of the field. Both stared at each other with hate, yet disappointment on their eyes. Orson felt his heart stinging as he stared at Galen. All their years of friendship... suddenly came down to this...

Orson then opened his mouth. "You're a hard man to find, Galen. But farming... really? A man of your talents?"
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Hehe, a little cliffhanger at the end.

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