"Try putting a call out on the radio."

I cant, is blocked

(What is blocked?)

It wont pass the message through, whoever is there blocked it.

Gandal mumbled, stepping into his seat.

What now??

Gandal cursed and jumped into his ship.
He put the ship into throttle.

Okay, prepare for landing.

Gandal flew threw space, mumbling to himself and regulary scratching his knee.

Are we going to land??

'Going back to spaceport'

A being tumbled out of the back of the ship and screamed as she hit the wall near Hunter. She looked up at him, pain shooting through her back. Her black collar length hair covered her emerald green eyes. She pulled out her bow and checked to see if she bent the metal and put it back around her torso. She sttayed seated on the floor, not sure of what to think about this odd pair. A man who is constantly asking what happens next and another that never loses his cool. Fascinating, she thought. Her arrows moved around in their quiver as she turned to look at Gandal. I know you, she thought. You killed my family twelve years ago. She closed her eyes and bowed her head.

What is this??

"This?! This?! I am not a this!!! I am a hunter!" said the young lady seated on the floor. She stood and
 walked to the back wall. She then sat again, not saying any more than that.

Gandal looked back at the girl... "Err... how did you get here!?" He said in astonishment.

"Teleportation. I was trying to get away from a few people when I ended up here." She was surprised that no-one was pointing a gun at her. This was an odd situation for her.

Gandal adjusted himself in his seat. This was awkward, he thought, very awkward indeed. "Sorry, but you need to be brought back to our base." He didn't want to say this, but he did. He jumped off his seat, bringing out a dangling pair of handcuffs, clipping them onto Marluxia. "You're underarrest."

She laughed as this happened. She was so used to it and that was becoming funny. "I don't mind. This is the nomal part of my life." For some reason, she felt safe around these two, even in the cuffs. "I'm not going anywhere soon."

Gandal ignored the remark. To be honest, he though this woman was going crazy. He went back to his seat, told hunter to brace himself and put the ship back into drive. The stars whizzed by like water being thrown through the air, they would be home soon.

Explain your reason,hunter...

Before I kill you.

"Reason for what. Coming or not going anywhere. Well... I've told you the reason for one. Now I will tell you the rason for the other." She sighed. "I feel safe here. With both of you. I've never felt like that before." That was a genuine speech. She never had felt that way before. And she wanted to feel safe more now than she ever had.

Why would you trust me?

We dont even know you?

GIVE ME ANSWERS!

Gandal lost his anger. "Shutup!" He made the ship go faster. "Talk one more time, and I will..." He stopped talking. "Nevermind..."

"I didn't say I trust you, I said I felt safe. There is a difference." She huddled herself further into the corner. "Aren't you going to ask my name?"

Gandal asked her, "What is your name?" He sighed...