The planet Nifniy wasn't all that great. Nightstar kept thinking it felt like walking through a metal planet with Slinky's for grass. The fruit was odd, no two pieces looking similar enough to be called the same shape. The crew attained nearly forty pounds of the red fruit. When the task was done and the Titans were back on the trail of the alien all seemed to be going well. Until three star sectors away something in the engine room started rattling on and smoke erupted from somewhere else in the engine. 

"We're gonna have to ground Lucille. I'm heading towards the nearest planet with humanoid life forms..." Nightstar started to say while looking at another monitor and star map, "..looks like it's Tamira for 400, Alex!" the young hero continued on wondering how lost the alien's would be when it came to a Jeopardy reference. Though they [i]did[/i] have alien Coke...

[b]About another hour later...[/b]

Nightstar landed the ship just outside of some dive of a town that resembled the best and worst parts of Las Vegas with a ghost town, and in a swamp no less. The entire planet was a ball of dirt and the he landed in the one spot that could potentially have a hot spring in another century or two. 

"Multiple. Ty. You two figure out what's up in the engine room. On the off chance we need to acquire some parts, the rest of us should go make some new friends." Mason instructed. 

Mason grabbed a brown leather jacket from the cargo bay and walked down the loading ramp. The smell of the alien world was horrendous, but the young man would not just give up. He was going to see this through. An alien sign he assumed meant 'bar' was outside in flashy lights with what appeared to be cage dancers like in some of the more lit up Earth clubs. A series of tunnels lead the heroes underground where all kinds of illegal activity could be found. Little devices that looked like flying toasters were all around translating all alien dialects. Well, most of them. It didn't take much time before Mason bumped into the wrong drunk, who's drunken dialect the flying machine couldn't decipher. There's only so many ways an Earth man can read a closed fist heading towards his face. Luckily the Titans' leader saw the guy step into the punch. 

As if bar fights weren't bad enough. Alien bar fights? Somebody might lose a tentacle...

~KL~