"DRACO?!" He yelled for his bike. "Shit..." He let out a loud howl and waited to hear his bike come blaring up to him.
"BREEEEEEEEP!" Crash looked over as Draco came skidding over. He was filthy and scratched yet alive.
"Thank the gods. Let's go. I'm tired of being a lab rat." He got on Draco and they took off. "The base is right over there."
Crash Warstrike had been captured by the Plutarkians over 2 months ago after an explosion had killed his squadron. They had "perfected" him in every way and he now had mechanical eyes that let him see in the dark. (Unlike Throtles', these eyes worked properly.) and a bionic tail. He had scars covering his body, mainly on his chest and one in the shape of an X on his cheek. He was on his way home. Finally, home.
He pulled up at the gate and put in his ID number. The gates opened and he rode in.
"CRASH?!" He turned at the sound of his voice and saw Carbine, his best friend and ex-lover. "CRASH!" She ran to him and they hugged tightly.
"Hey, C." He sighed as a tear ran down his cheek. "I'm home, Carbine. I'm home, and I'm O.K." He said softly into her hair.
