Back to the Ship.
Stepping through the Spatial Gate, Cain let out a sigh...
His mind was occupied with what to do. There were many paths to take, but few of them provided good end results.
Fighting the {Redscale Soldiers} was a bad idea. However, he could not be sure of that sinister Queen's intentions. He had a natural distrust for these beings that looked like humans, but weren't.
He couldn't trust Mutant Creatures... except Ruby. She was the sole exception...
Letting out a sigh, Cain plopped down onto a chair.
'We'll soon be getting to the Dead Spots... calling it a Dead Spot seems understating."
Cain thought about it whilst rubbing his chin,
'Then a Dead Zone. Its too big to be called a spot.'
Satisfied with his naming sense, Cain leaned back.
'I have to get things moving as fast as possible. But I can't rush things too much. So troublesome...'