[center][color=fff79a][b]Barüvalen Shücktah[/b][/color]
[b]Exo Pilot[/b]
[b][u]Sky Mariner[/u][/b][/center]

Ben couldn't think this flight could get any more boring. The landscape below, ever changing, yet not changing at all. Just a repeating pattern easily identified with a few things to break up the monotony scattered about. As he sipped his vodka, everything around him seemed to cheer up, brighten somewhat. There was a strange looking creature he had never seen before in school, books, or anywhere else. As the drone commanded him around, he ripped out the central console. Ben guessed maybe he might want to socialize at some point, these people seemed quite similar in some ways to himself. He brushed off the thought as he watched as a few other people converse and listened in on there conversations. Some were trying to console themselves about there gifts, and putting them in a better light than in what they actually were. He looked at his own, and realized that no one really cares in the end, and who knows how the God Child would react to their gifts, but as he was to conclude this thought, the ever present pilot came and interrupted him. As the plane shifted, he moved his glass so that the liquid would not spill out, seeming to hold it sideways. 

He peered out the window and saw a cold landscape. Had we really come this far? All Ben could ever remember were the deserts of his homelands, he had never seen snow before. He looked over at the fighting, and in an instant it was all over. He gawked in aw, even if it might not look like it to onlookers, he was quite shocked. He took another sip of his vodka, and placed it down as he heard the final words of the captain, and realized that the bathroom had been occupied for quite a while. He guess a robot got hacked by someone on board and locked itself inside. 

Ben chuckled when the pilot also warned the beast to not rip out the armrests on the plane. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He slumped into his chair, and tuned into some progressive house, his favorite genre. He relaxed slowly, and dozed away, snoring quite loudly, vodka still in it's holder.