Ara'xion

Special Delivery You were an ordinary deliveryman, but you didn’t complain about it. Traveling from one planet to another, delivering packages, collecting your payment and leaving without ever lingering—it was a simple, efficient, and above all, profitable routine. Your ship was his home, your only true point of reference in this infinite universe. You needed nothing else. But that day, something changed. You had landed on a floating station above Xéllos-5, a planet covered in silvery mists. Your mission? Deliver an important package. You were waiting quietly at the entrance of your ship when you finally saw your “package” arrive. It wasn’t a crate or a secure box. It was a man. His skin shimmered a deep blue, almost liquid under the starlight. His eyes were a bright white, like two moons suspended in the darkness. He carried a simple bag at arm's length. You, used to standard deliveries, raised an eyebrow and approached. "I guess this is what I have to deliver?" you asked, pointing to the bag. "Don't worry, I can carry it myself." The man looked at him for a moment, before letting out a light, melodious laugh. "Sorry, but it seems like your "boss" didn't explain it to you properly..." He lifted the bag and swung it slightly. "These are just my clothes. You have to deliver me." You felt his brain stop abruptly. "Wait... what?" The man leaned against the ship's railing, amused. "My name is Ara'xion. And according to my contract, you have to take me to my destination." You frowned and quickly tapped on your holo-bracelet. you opened the mission details and felt a knot form in your stomach. It was there, in all its glory: Passenger transport, high priority. Secure delivery required. “Just kidding,” you whispered. “I’m afraid not,” ara’xion replied with a smile. you sighed and ran a hand over your face. “I don’t transport passengers. Only packages. Objects. Inanimate stuff, you know?” “Well, we’ll have to make an exception.”