Zac sat in his cockpit, watching the main screen as he ran some final diagnostics to ensure his ship was ready to fly while he munched on his breakfast, that being a simple granola bar. He never ate much in the morning (at least, he was sure it was morning. The perpetual night sky over Traverse Town made it tough to tell), especially before flying. Leaving an atmosphere was always a bumpy ride and he didn’t want to deal with an upset stomach so early.
As he sat in his ship, his mind began to wander back to the islanders who were no doubt getting ready for their own adventures. Part of him thought he should at least go back and wish them luck, but he figured he should leave them be. It would be quite some time until they saw each other again and he didn’t want to intrude. “Wish I could’ve at least given them some more tips,” he muttered past a mouthful of granola before shrugging. They had already been through the destruction of one world and helped save another one right after. “They’ll be fine. Besides, I can’t give them all the answers. Sometimes, it’s better to figure things out yourself.”
He glanced back at the empty seats behind him and sighed softly. Part of him had been hopeful at least one of the islanders would have joined him. He had been on his own for so long and he missed having someone to talk to that wasn’t his ship, someone that could hold a conversation. Someone to watch his back. But, he had to admit, their plan made sense. They could save more worlds if they split up and not only was he the most experienced out of everyone, but for the time being, he was most likely the strongest. If anyone would be fine on their own, it was him.
The three-tone beep from the main console, signifying that the diagnostics were finished, brought Zac out of his self-pitying thoughts. He looked at the screen and nodded. “Green all across the board,” he said before popping the last bite of his granola bar into his mouth. He crossed his arms and sat back in his chair as he thought about his next move. He could always just hang out in Traverse Town until someone called him. His search had gone cold some time before his crash landing, after all. Besides, he earned some time off, right?
That didn’t sit right with him however. Why should he sit around when the newbies are off doing all the work? Even if they didn’t need him right away, there had to be something he could do to help them out. Leaning forward, he closed out the diagnostics window and opened another containing star charts. His ship was equipped with a long-range passive scanner, enabling him to get the rough coordinates of worlds as he flew. As far as he was concerned, it was a life-saver, otherwise he would have gotten lost a long time ago.
A quick search and he had the coordinates for Olympus. “Even if their friend isn’t there, yet, I can at least check things out and make sure the world's still there for them to meet up,” he muttered to himself as he primed his ship for takeoff.
As Sigrid began to lift into the air, Zac looked out of the canopy at the rooftops of Traverse Town. “You guys all stay safe,” he said, directing his words not only at the new Keyblade wielders, but also at his friends who made Traverse Town their home. He fastened his seat’s harness and took off, his ship roaring into the perpetual night above.
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