"Come on Samire. Wake up. I do not want to die yet," Trevet lightly taps her cheeks.

He has discovered so much about Auroris. One of those things is the Astral Hangar itself. No neytive should be in the hangar when those flashing green lights turn white.

Arsival ensured they would be trapped in the hangar when that moment came.

Samire is struggling to wake up to their predicament.

"Okay," Trevet pulls himself up and grabs Samire by her arms. "Here we go."

He drags her body in the direction of a stratus vessel.

Trevet wishes the Barrilygo neytive stayed with them so they can carry Samire to the vessel, but he ditched them when the room changed to green. He was frustrated at the other neytive's actions, but he can't fully be mad at him. He did save him from the psychotic Psyke neytive who wanted to bash his head in.

He manages to reach the vessel in time while the green lights are still flashing. He can't risk slowing down to breathe. Not even to admire what's in front of him.

The stratus vessels are like miniature versions of the Auroris, with a more shinier and thinner design. They can blend into the clouds with the white metal plates covering them. They're capable of seating five neytive, two in the front to operate the controls and three in the back with a full aerial view. The wings are symmetrical top to bottom and they can adjust to any angle for many forms of flying.

Trevet lifts Samire up and puts her in the back seat. After strapping her in with care and speed, he grabs the pair of bags they were carrying and tosses them next to her. He shuts her side of the door and rushes to the front.

Once inside the vessel, he finds over three dozen buttons and switches. The steering sticks are placed on both sides of his knees, eagerly waiting for him to start the vessel and take off.

After checking everything and strapping himself in, something moves out the front window.

The Psyke neytive, who knocked Samire unconscious and tackled him to the ground, is standing right outside. He's holding onto the same pipe he was using to deal a deadly blow. He has the same hostile look on his face. He doesn't walk up to the vessel. He stands where he is, looking over the ship like he's inspecting it.

The flashing stops and a loud clunk echoes inside the room. White light floods the entire hangar.

The doors are opening.

The Psyke neytive looks at Trevet and his scowl forms into a smirk. He kneels down and wraps ropes around his body and arms.

The wall in the Astral Hangar opens, revealing a strip of stars over the black canvas of space. The air inside the hangar escapes along with the thousand crates left idle.

The vessel shakes violently, rocking them back and forth.

He tries to find the right button or switch to release the latches below the vessel. Since they are going to a new planet and don't want to encounter any other Psyke neytive like Arsival, the Knyghts Voyage is starting now.

After a careful prediction, he flips the right switch that releases the latches.

The vessel lurches forward and shoots out of the hangar.

Trevet can't stop the vessel from spinning. He has to endure it until it stabilizes. Once the vessel levels out, he comes face to face with an amazing view of his new home.

Novennéa.

He remembers how the others described the planet. It's nothing like the holographic image they saw in the Celestial Chamber. The way Chancellor Prime described the exoplanet doesn't compare to the real thing. Myalón can't marvel next to it either.

What he's looking at is extraordinary, beautiful, life changing.

Feeling that he has spent enough time being bewildered, Trevet looks to Samire and makes sure nothing else happened to her. She's still asleep. "Okay Samire, sleep time is over. It is not even middial."

He gives her a light smack on her cheek and she groans awake.

Trevet reaches for his bag next to her and pulls out a rag. He dabs it over her head, removing the blood on her. "Wake up or you will miss everything."

Samire opens her eyes and catches the image of Novennéa.

"Is... that..." she can't find the words. She's still suffering from the blow from earlier.

"Yes, it is," Trevet sees her radiant smile.

They sit in the silence and let the vessel drift for a while. Neither of them want the moment to end. They didn't forget they were just attacked by the neytives who watched over them on Auroris.

"Are you okay," Trevet inspects her injury. It's nothing major, only a big dark bruise. "Does it hurt?"

"No, the pain is bearable and sitting here helps," Samire looks over to her bag. "Lynette gave me some medicine for head trauma. Can you get it for me?"

"Sure."

Trevet finds the medicine and a canister of water.

Once Samire looks like she recovered, Trevet adjusts his straps and prepares to fly. "You ready?"

"You know how to fly?" Samire questions him.

"No, first time," Trevet takes the steering sticks with a firm grip and twists them inward.

The stratus vessel moves forward and flies toward Novennéa. Their new home is getting closer and he can't stop thinking of how their lives are going to change once they get there.

It's the moment when the vessel breaches the first atmosphere that something goes wrong.

Alarms blare into their ears and sparks begin to fly out of the instrument panel.

"Trevet, what is happening?!" Samire shouts over the alarm.

The steering sticks start to act out as well, rebelling against his control and forcing the vessel to fly on its own. They begin to nosedive toward the surface, descending at a frightening speed.

"That Psyke," Trevet was wondering why the Psyke neytive never came closer to the stratus vessel, and now he knows why. "They sabotaged the vessel!"

"What?!"

"They tampered with the vessels before Arsival attacked us. They planned to kill us any way they could," he should've known this would happen. The strange behavior from the personnel and their harsh actions toward the candidates.

They want to destroy the vessels with them inside.

The sparks from the panel become fire in a short time. Trevet needs to think fast to save their lives. The one thing that could work is his fracture ability.

He looks at Samire with a serious expression. "Are you ready to spread your wings?!"

"What?!"

Trevet unbuckles his belt and does the same to Samire's. "Just get ready to catch me!"

He leaps over the seats and sits next to the door. The locking mechanisms have been tampered with as well.

Trevet builds up his trigger first and punches the door with little to no effort. The vessel breaks apart along with rocks he generates from nothing. The wind fills inside, messing up his choppy brown hair and her tangled orange hair.

He calls for Samire. "Are you strong enough to carry me?!"

"No!" she answers honestly.

Trevet lifts her off her seat and starts to channel his fracture ability. The best part of his abilities is that he can share his strength with those around him. "Now you are!"

Before they can jump, he reaches for their bags.

The fire from the instrument panel grows and spreads inside the vessel. His lower left arm is in the way. It gets burned from his elbow to his armpit. He shouts at the searing pain, but pushes through it. They need to get out now.

He holds onto Samire and the bags as he jumps out. Gravity brings them into a free fall head first.

The vessel is engulfed in flames and falls in a different direction.

Samire wraps her arms around Trevet and opens her wings. They stop falling, letting their heartbeats replace the rushing wind.

Samire's face is the first thing Trevet sees. Her insect-like wings flutter with a steady beat. Her embrace is strong enough to carry him and the bags because of him.

"Really?" she wants to yell at him for the unexpected escape plan.

"Hey, we are alive," Trevet tries to play it off and it works.

She holds him tighter.

"Look," Trevet and Samire say at the same time.

They have a much better view than they did on the stratus vessel. They're breathing in the air and surveying the landscapes of this majestic planet.