Location: Somewhere in Pennsylvania WildernessThe sun was just peering over the forest as the dawn encroached on the lingering night. While the forest was waking up, Zhane had arrived at his ship, still unnoticed by humanity. Though he had to rest a bit after returning to his ship and wished he could have used his motorcycle to get around. Only that would make noise and could bring him unwanted attention, especially since he was in a forest with humans in it. That is not alot of wiggle room for a bike.
Either way, once Zhane was rested enough. He went straight to the cockpit and was ready to test his idea. "Okay, so if Spa'ark did not take any of Andros' gear off when they took control of his body and stole that ship." Zhane started typing away at the computer's metallic buttons. Moving with purpose as Zhane typed away.
"Andros' wrist communicator should still be on his person." Zhane hoping that Spa'ark had not changed bodies yet as he reconfigured his ship's sensors to detect the communicator. At first, there was nothing on his sensors. "Come on, this needs to work," frustration clear in his voice.
As he maxed out the sensors' range, and it grew at a steady rate. Zhane waited eagerly for a hit, and after some moments. The sensors picked up the communicator. "We have liftoff!" Zhane enthusiastically yelled as he raised his right fist to the sky. "Wait," Zhane said as his tone wound down and he brought his hand down. "They are moving and fast..." Too fast, as he realized. "They must be in a vehicle." Still, Zhane focused on, "no matter I can track them down now and hopefully I can get by flying this thing during the day." There is a chance of someone seeing him, civilian or otherwise. But he has little choice in this matter if he wants to stop Spa'ark, so here goes nothing.
Zhane started pressing on the controls of his ship, and as its engines started to roar to life. Taking off soon after and gaining a good attitude to avoid being seen as Zhane tracked down Spa'ark, wherever they are heading.
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Location: Somewhere in Pennsylvania - On the Road to Upstate New YorkSitting in the passenger seat of a blue Chevrolet Colorado pickup truck, looking out the window was a smiling-looking Spa'ark. Still in Andros's body and looking like they just survived being badly beaten up or a crash. It is true that the body took a beating during the crash, the spaceship they stole was not in the best shape when they stole it, as they discovered. But they did not think to ditch this body just yet. No, Spa'ark still had a use for this body, and its condition has actually been a boon.
For a compassionate soul by the name of Patrick Jones had spotted the wounded Spa'ark while they were in Wilkes-Barre and, after hearing their tale. A fabrication, of course. Decided to bring them along to his home in New York while they could recover and get their bearings. Fool, Spa'ark thought jokingly. Such kindness will get him killed, and it may be soon, depending on how useful Patrick can be to them.
Death is unnatural, and only they can stop it. Maybe they can convince Patrick of that once they reach his home. This world is new and fresh to them. Its people may be better suited for their reasoning. Only time will tell, and there is not a species out there that does not fear death, as they know too well. So, here is to living on Earth and continuing their experiments. Death will end, and it will be by their hand. But for now, Spa'ark is content to watch the scenery and see what this planet has to offer. And if anyone tries to stop them, then let them try. They always find a way anyway.