Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

AO3 | WP

Chapter 01:  Just One Day

"Out of all those words I had to swallow because of the excuse of reality, I’ll pick one and tell it to you for sure..."

Chapter: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6

Present Day Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

The nerves in Jungkook’s right fist tingled, his stance a picture-perfect representation of one who spent most of his life in brawls. There was a harsh scraping sound as his opponent’s shoulder slammed into the concrete. The spectators were small fry, standing on the sideline as they watched their senior attempt to go toe-to-toe with The Steel Claw of the Golden Jackals . They’d all tried to convince him that it wasn’t a good idea. Jungkook’s reputation preceded him and despite his youthful appearance, he had nerves of steel. Just like his fists.

His opponent struggled to sit up. Jungkook knew he’d won the fight, but he refused to relax his stance. Until he was sure that the guy was going to concede, he was prepared to strike again, and he would do so with a quickness that none would be prepared to see. His breath puffed out softly in the cold warehouse, the oil drums aflame barely heating the large space the group occupied.

Yoongi moved to stand beside Jungkook and he could feel the muscle at the base of his neck tensing up slightly. His eyes never moved, however, as they were still trained on the fallen gang member.

When it was clear that his “prey” would not be getting back up for another round, Jungkook’s stance smoothed out and he stood like normal. The gang member coughed out blood, staining the gray concrete beneath them. Jungkook shook his right hand out to chase the tingling sensation from it. Yoongi placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, before moving to stand in front of him.

“How many times is it gonna take for you dogs to fucking get it?” Yoongi’s voice was cold and cruel. Even after all these years, Jungkook still wasn’t quite used to that sound. “Do we need to break all of your legs so you can go crawling back to your master? Hm?”

They all took a step back, the two who moved to help their senior back onto his feet freezing in their spots. Jungkook felt the muscle at his jaw tick, his brows furrowing harshly over his dark eyes. The thrill of the fight was over, and his adrenaline high was starting to come down, albeit slowly.

Yoongi cocked his head to the side, a distinctive crack sound resounding as he popped his neck. This caused a few to flinch and they shook their heads, realizing that they hadn’t answered his question. A scoffing sound huffed from Yoongi as Jungkook watched him shove his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so. Now fuck off.” He snapped his fingers at them before they could make another move. “And tell your boss that this is Jackal territory. If he sniffs around here again, I’m coming to take his bone out personally. Got it?”

They all nodded, hefting their senior and all but hightailing it out of the warehouse. Yoongi turned to Jungkook and the other members that they brought with them. Jutting his chin out toward them, they all straightened their backs. “You’re dismissed. Don’t go around getting into shit.”

“Yes Sir!” they said, bowing their heads low before quickly vacating the premises.

Jungkook remained, lifting a hand to rest his palm along the back of his neck. “…Hyung, I’m hungry.”

Yoongi grinned, a gesture he knew he reserved for those closest to him. He ruffled his hair like he was still a teenager, but Jungkook didn’t have the urge to protest against him. “Then let’s go eat. You’ve earned a free meal from your Hyung.”

Jungkook gave him a lopsided grin and nodded, allowing Yoongi to usher him out of the warehouse. He already knew that Yoongi was going to take them to a street food stall, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like Jungkook was a picky eater and he knew this particular food stall was a favorite of Yoongi’s as well.

It served lamb skewers.

The walk took about ten minutes, the two men not really indulging in any kind of conversation. It was typically like this after having to handle business. Jungkook didn’t care about the lack of chit-chat. A moment of silence, even amidst the busy Seoul streets, was welcome after having exerted himself. He made sure to match Yoongi’s pace, remaining at his side the entire way.

When they arrived, Yoongi ordered two bottles of soju, two bowls of jampong, an order of chicken feet, and six lamb skewers. The woman who owned the tent house greeted them warmly, telling them to sit anywhere and so they chose the usual table near the back. The plastic blue chairs were worn from use and the two of them fell into them easily. The soju was the first to arrive to their table, along with two shot glasses. Yoongi picked up Jungkook’s glass and began to pour for him.

“Hyung, wait —" Jungkook began to protest.

Yoongi sucked in air through his teeth before clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “When are you gonna quit actin’ up?”

Jungkook’s eyes lowered to the table. “Yoongi Hyung…”

He watched him finish pouring the soju into the shot glass before Yoongi moved to pour some into his own. “You’re a good kid, Jungkook-ah. Let your Hyung reward you every now and then, hm?”

He gave a slightly sheepish nod. He was twenty-seven now, but around the others Jungkook still felt like a kid. Not that he minded it too much. As the group’s maknae , it was expected. Even so, he sometimes wondered if he was a burden or if there was more he could be doing. Being the Steel Claw of their group had its merits and he’d certainly earned the title, but there were times when he wanted to do more but assumed it wasn’t his place to ask or even worry about such things.

“You’ve got that look on your face again.”

Jungkook’s head immediately lifted, his eyes meeting Yoongi’s as he watched the man lifting the shot glass to his lips. Reaching out with both hands, he picked up his own glass of soju and turned away from the table to drink in tandem with him. Once finished, he placed the glass back on the table and had to resist protesting a second time when Yoongi began pouring him another shot. He curled his hands into fists at his knees instead.

“What look?”

Yoongi grinned at him from across the table as he finished pouring him another shot. “That ‘I don’t think I’m doing enough for my Hyungs’ look.” Jungkook blinked, watching as he tipped the shot back with ease while making a satisfied sound from the drink. Yoongi raised a brow at him. “After all these years, you’re still thinking like that, Jungkook?”

All Jungkook could do was sigh. It wasn’t like Yoongi was wrong and it shouldn’t have surprised him how observant he was. Yoongi was known for being able to spot things a mile away and this situation was no different, it seemed. He hung his head a little, both from shame and embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to have his feelings exposed so openly and he certainly hadn’t meant to cause any worry for any of his brothers.

Hands reached for the shot glass, cradling it between his fingers, but Jungkook made no move to drink. He heard the clink of glass to glass and he knew without looking that Yoongi was pouring again. The lady brought their food to the table, along with two steaming bowls of rice and a fresh pot of barley tea. She handed them their utensils and they thanked her while also saying they would enjoy the meal.

Out of habit, Jungkook waited for Yoongi to begin eating first before digging into his own food. The loud sounds of smacking and slurping were a momentary reprieve from the heaviness that had been hanging over the table just moments prior. But Jungkook knew that this conversation was far from over.

Yoongi set his chopsticks down so that he could pour himself a cup of tea. “You’re doing enough, Jungkook-ah.”

The spoonful of rice that he was about to shovel into his mouth hovered near his lips. His eyes widened slightly before he lowered the spoon back down to the bowl. “Hyung…”

“I mean it,” he reassured him, raising the steaming cup of tea to his face, “so stop looking like that. You’ve been way too hard on yourself these days.”

“It’s just that…” Jungkook paused, biting his lower lip as he contemplated whether he wanted to continue. Yoongi gave him a look, urging him to go ahead. “Well, Hoseok Hyung seems like he’s more stressed out than normal. Jin Hyung and Namjoon Hyung look just as on edge and —"

“Stop.” Yoongi interrupted him, holding a hand up. “Stop right there.”

“Huh?”

“That’s not anything you need to be worrying about.”

“But Hyung!”

Yoongi sucked in a harsh breath between his teeth, quickly silencing Jungkook. A handful of seconds passed between them before he continued. “The three of them are just trying to figure out the best way to expand our territory and wondering just how much danger they’re willing to put us in. But that’s to be expected, what with the amount of reach we’re wanting to gain.” Yoongi sighed, his expression relaxing a bit as he tried to ease Jungkook’s worries. “It’s something the three of them need to worry about. That’s their roles, alright? There’s no sense in you beating yourself up over something that isn’t your job in the first place.”

Jungkook remained silent, his brows knitting in concern.

“Trust your brothers, okay? What they decide on is almost always for the best.”

He nodded, resuming his meal. He hadn’t intended for the conversation to turn sour or even stressful. He knew that Yoongi had his own worries that he didn’t exactly voice, but he was better at keeping a level head than most of them. Even though they’d all grown up together, Yoongi was still the hardest to read. If an expression was readable, it was because Yoongi allowed it to show. Generally, though, he was seemingly impassive.

Jungkook admired that about Min Yoongi the most.

“So, how are things with that girl you’re talking to?”

A choking sound came from Jungkook in mid-sip of his tea. He stared at Yoongi with wide eyes. He watched him nonchalantly picking up one of the lamb skewers.

“W-What?”

Yoongi pulled off one of the pieces of lamb and chewed before pointing the end of the skewer at him. “You know,” he said with his mouth full, “the one called ‘Stubborn Tiger’ in your phone. You’re always texting and calling her.”

A lump formed in Jungkook’s throat and his mouth dried out almost instantly. He hadn’t realized he’d been that obvious. Nothing was solid yet and she was so damn stubborn. But so was Jungkook and he wasn’t about to give up when she got under his skin so thoroughly.

He coughed a few more times before setting his teacup down. “I mean, I dunno.” Jungkook shrugged. He wasn’t sure how much he wanted to divulge. “It’s not like we’re a thing.” He frowned. Yet…

Yoongi canted his head slightly. “You two aren’t even dating?” Jungkook shook his head. “…then how did you get her number?”

“I stole it.” He said it automatically and instantly regretted it. He watched Yoongi blink at him before he started laughing. “I mean, I made her give it to me!”

He continued to laugh. “You made her , huh?” Jungkook watched as he shook his head. “Well, that certainly isn’t like you at all.”

Jungkook hung his head and groaned. “I know…”

“Does she know what you do?” Yoongi’s laughter died off, but the amusement was still in his voice. Jungkook nodded. “Good. That’s good.”

“Huh? How come?”

“It’s good she knows and is still willing to talk to you, even if she’s being stubborn about it.” Yoongi reached for his shot glass, lifting it to his lips. “It’s better to be honest from the start. Relationships should never be built on lies, Jungkook.”

“Hyung…”

“If she can see you for who you are and still care about you, hold onto her.” Jungkook saw a look in Yoongi’s eyes that seemed to be a mixture of regret and something else. Something he couldn’t quite place. “No matter what.”

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn "It's always darkest before the dawn..." It's a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right? 

AO3 | WP

Chapter 00: Prologue

"I’ve grown a bit taller  My voice has gotten a bit stronger..."

Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 

Ten Years Ago Hwaseong – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

The air was frigid and crisp. There was a feeling of absolute quiet across the vast expanse of tall reeds; half dead while others tried desperately to cling to what life remained in their roots. The occasional crunch of leaves and scuffle of rocks could be heard – ripping through the quiet as the afternoon sun soon sank into the horizon. More undergrowth was crushed underfoot, approaching a certain spot. A destination was set by those same sets of sounds; the distinct sound of sneakers trudging with a purpose but were in no hurry.

A lone figure sat on a large rock near the Hwaseong Riverbank. One leg hung lazily off the edge, the other perched so that an elbow could rest along the knee. His blazer was loose, the tails fanning around his backside just where he sat. A cigarette poked from his full lips as the ember burned silently, flaring a bright orange when a sudden gust of wind would push against him. The sound of the brush being pushed aside began to grow louder but he made no move to face the direction of the noise.

After all, he knew who was coming.

“Namjoon-ah,” came a voice, familiar and deep. Namjoon craned his neck, the cigarette still hanging from his lips. Looking up at him from the ground, the person flashed him a half gummy smile. “You wanna start a fire?”

Namjoon grinned. “Yoongi Hyung.”

Reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer where a crumpled pack of cigarettes were hidden, he tossed them down to Yoongi and he caught them easily. Namjoon watched as the older man lit one of the smokes before clambering up onto the rock beside him. Yoongi handed the pack back to him, exhaling as he leaned back on his hands to look at the sky.

“Those things are going to be the death of you one day,” came Hoseok’s voice from the tall reeds.

They both turned to see Seokjin and Hoseok pushing the honey wheat stalks to the side as they looked up at them.

Seokjin clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Both of you.”

Yoongi made a motion for the two of them to come join them on the rock. Namjoon opened and closed the lid of the Zippo lighter – the soft clinking sound a cadence that helped put him at ease. They clambered onto the rock, Seokjin choosing to stand as he turned his head in either direction – as if he were trying to spy something out. Namjoon caught Yoongi bumping Hoseok’s shoulder, holding the cigarette out to him and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the disgusted expression that painted Hoseok’s face – his dark fringe flying in every direction as he shook his head to decline.

The conversation that bubbled between them was short-lived as another body burst through the reeds, looking winded and as though he’d just gotten finished with a track meet race. Namjoon raised a brow as Jimin’s hair clung to his semi-sweat soaked brow, his hand gripping tightly to his uniform jacket. Yoongi clicked his tongue repeatedly along the back of his teeth, cigarette moving up and down with the gesture. Namjoon was already putting his out on the edge of the rock.

“Sorry I’m late, Hyungs!”

“What took you so long?” Seokjin asked, though everyone knew that he wouldn’t really give Jimin grief about it. “We were waiting here forever.”

Jimin’s smile fell a margin, worry lines creasing his brows. “W-What? Really?”

Seokjin laughed as Hoseok elbowed him in the leg while casting Jimin a reassuring gaze. “We just got here. Don’t listen to him.”

Relief washed over Jimin’s face just as Taehyung came strolling through the brush, bumping his shoulder into Jimin’s playfully. The two of them shared a smirk as Taehyung shoved his hands into the pockets of his uniform pants. The stick of a lollipop poked out the corner of his mouth as he flashed his boxy smile to them; sandalwood tresses falling around his eyes.

“What did I tell you about the sugar, Taehyung-ah?” chided Yoongi, taking a drag of his cigarette. Translucent smoke expelled from his nostrils as their eyes met. Taehyung’s smile dropped as he continued to suck on the candy. “You’re hyper enough without that shit.”

Namjoon watched Taehyung’s boxy smile return almost instantly and he rolled his eyes. “It’s the only way I can stay awake in my classes these days.”

“It’s luck that he’s made it this far,” said Jimin, sighing softly, “and he keeps bugging me to help him with homework all the time.”

Taehyung pulled the sucker from his mouth, blowing a raspberry at Jimin. “I’m not even going to college. Why are they pushing me so hard?” He frowned. “It’s annoying.”

The others cast a sidelong glance toward Namjoon and he shrugged, retrieving another cigarette from his jacket. Spinning the Zippo between his fingers, he lit the end and expelled a half sigh after the first drag. Out of everyone in the group, he was the only one who received a full sponsored scholarship to Seoul University. Like most post-graduate students from high school who were planning to attend college, they usually took a few months off before going to school.

For a year, he’d moved away from Hwaseong and left the rural country life behind. He got to see Seoul in all its splendor and all its glory. There were good and bad things about the big city life. It was crowded, loud and smelled thick with smog. It was the odious stench of a thriving metropolis and where people cared more about themselves than each other. Money talked even more in the city than in the country and there were few people he could trust in the city. Not like in the countryside. Justice was practically laughable, and gangsters walked the streets proudly, as if the law couldn’t touch them. Usually because they couldn’t.

It had been a disgusting year of solitude and study.

He’d missed his brothers.

“So Namjoon Hyung,” cut Taehyung’s voice through his thoughts, “why’d you call us out here anyway? Come to brag about city life to us ignorant country folks?” Even though he was smiling, Namjoon could hear the quiet bitterness nestled in the back of Taehyung’s words.

Hoseok cut his eyes toward Taehyung and snapped his fingers at him. “Watch your damn mouth, Kim Taehyung.”

Taehyung rocked back on his heels in the grass, a few pebbles crunching under his sneakers as he shrugged with his hands still in his pockets. “What?” he asked, closing his eyes as he sucked on his candy for a moment. “Figured he left for the big times and wasn’t planning on coming back. Who can blame him though, right?” His eyes reopened as he looked up at Namjoon just as a column of ash fell off the end of his cigarette. “I wouldn’t come back to this backwater town if I was him, either.”

“Cut it out, Tae Hyung,” came a softer voice in the reeds.

They all turned to see Jungkook appearing through the pale stalks. He looked tired, as if he’d been carrying the weight of their nation on his shoulders. But they all knew what the truth was. The duffel bag hanging from his shoulders as one of the straps of his overalls fell off his arm and the smudge of dirt on his cheek was proof enough. His face looked a little red and sweat dripped from his hair and chin, his work boots scuffing along the grass as he dropped the duffel at his feet – setting his white hardhat on top of it.

“Namjoon Hyung didn’t come home to gloat.” Jungkook wiped a forearm across his forehead to rid it of the sweat. “Stop being an asshole.”

Namjoon frowned, the image of Jungkook in his factory work clothes twisting something inside of his heart. His year in Seoul had opened his eyes to a reality he’d wished he’d remained ignorant to. He could have said fuck college and stayed in Hwaseong with his friends – with his brothers. Finding work in their little country town would have been easy for Namjoon and he could have been happy, blissfully ignorant to the truth of just how dirty the real world was.

Call him selfish, but he didn’t want to leave his best friends behind while he suffered in silence alone. Would they understand him? Would they hear what he had to say?

“Namjoon,” called Hoseok, bringing him back out of his thoughts; out of his own internal guilt. “Tell us what’s on your mind. Why did you want to meet?”

He looked at all of them and they waited patiently to hear what he had to say. He didn’t just call them all up to hang out or talk about the good times. No. He came back because he wanted to ensure that his friends had a future, and a successful one at that. But it would mean dipping their hands into the dirt; to feel the grime under their fingernails.

Not like farmers did, but the way that criminals lived and breathed.

He jumped from his perch on the rock, picking up a flat river stone as he pulled one last drag from his cigarette. Namjoon reared back and slung the stone out into the river, all of them watching as it skipped along the dark pool’s surface before finally sinking down below and onto the riverbed. One by one, they all approached him – forming a semi-circle around his back. There was no turning back from this once he said what he had to say. They would either listen or cast him aside. He just prayed that it wouldn’t be the latter like he continued to fear.

Spitting the butt of the cigarette out into the water, he turned to look at his friends – a wistful smirk forming on his face.

“You guys wanna come to Seoul with me?”

Edge of Forever

BTS Space!AU [ ♧ ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ] "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages." The stage is set and the stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: OC Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

AO3

Chapter 1- Prologue

In the Milky Way galaxy, near the Sol System is the Centarus System which houses a triple star system called Alpha Centauri, Beta Centauri and Proxima Centauri. People from all over took part in the financed exploration of the System, with rights that go to the first person who reported their findings. Naturally, this created all kinds of problems and pirating became at a premium as others would take what they wanted. So steps were taken to ensure that law and order were kept throughout the Systems. However, this wasn’t always the case as the Federation Division had to keep the peace--sometimes with War themselves.

It raged on and on until it finally broke with a tense truce between different factions. Even with the neighboring alien species that they had broken bread with, forged alliances with were involved in the conflicts. The cat-like people that were war-like themselves to the cybernetic giants that evolved themselves so long ago--each of them were swept up in the War with the Pirates. The different factions that had derived themselves from the spiritual texts of their homeland, the devastating paths that they all took when they all merged to fight the Federation. Still, the Masters held out against the combined forces and when the cease-fire sounded, it was a decision that nobody liked. One wanted dominion and the other wanted to subdue the other, to get them out of the picture. The Pirates had their own territories that they would keep and the Federation would stay out of their business.

Which became fine with the Pirates, slowly realizing that the turn of events opened up more opportunities for them.

Years passed and the settling of the planets came about, the emergence of Stations that kept close to different planets. They ventured out but only so much with the attacks that would happen, the raids. Pirates and another group called Outlaws. The Outlaws that defied both sides in order to have something for themselves. Those who didn’t want to be under the Federation’s thumb or even enslaved by the Pirates, they found it hard to keep up either side but they made due. The three factions were now in play as Fate would play out their histories in the new System.

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The klaxon of the alarm was grating on the ears, she found. She’d been doing very well by herself, with the Android navigating but even her own demon luck had run out. Nyala’s eyes narrowed at the alarm as the ship shook again from the weapons fire. The ship was tough, there was no doubt about it but one didn’t leave that to chance when there was only so much between a person and the vacuum of space. She took a breath, shaky but calming as she punched the buttons to bring them about. The ship was a Vibrissa class, one that had been developed with the most maneuverability but she was no pilot. Meager at best and that all caught up to her when they entered the Sagittarius section.

They had finally caught up with her.

Nyala, shields are at 31%. We cannot take much more of this damage.

The android’s even voice called out to her from her Integration System. The dark Lady didn’t even cast a look back behind her where she stood, sighing in response. Even her own voice, however, even her neutral tone was starting to get an edge to it. Just the two of them in that large ship was almost like suicide but it couldn’t be helped--not with Pirates on their asses. More red lights were being lit up with another hit to the ship. The metal groaned in response as lights flickered. The android was correct, they could not keep it up much longer and times were getting thin. There was something that she could do but it would also harm them just as much as the Pirates.

And she would not let this ship or the Android fall into their hands again. If anything, she would do everything in her power to keep either one or both of them away from the Pirates for she had seen what they are willing to do for her. How far that they were willing to go for their delusions. And yes, she called them delusions without any doubt in her mind. It was no wonder that the Pirates sect that was after her was called the Demon Armada. Nyala set her jaw and prayed that her plan would work, for if it didn’t--it could mean devastation for so many others in the System.

“Lirael, I’m sorry chile but a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do. Overload engines 1 and 4, we are about to get to safety on two engines.”

The Android gasped but did not question her methods. Instead, she hesitated as she was unsure of the consequences of such an action. Another hit and it was decided by her, inputting all the works for such an event. She even calculated the damage that it could cause and waited for her friend’s signal. When it was given, the engines set about their damage. They had waited until the ships got as close as they dared before overloading them, causing the aft shielding to become offline as the energy ripped through the enemy ships. Several hull breaches were found, even more alarms screaming at Nyala as the ship rocked from the action. Lights flickered and they were tossed about, electric currents backfiring through some of the ship’s systems.

What Lirael didn’t account for was that same electrical current with the overload as she didn’t think of how close Nyala was going to have the enemy ships get. She couldn’t help but scream out as the charge reached her and her Integration System, nearly causing cracks in it. Her System was rendered offline and she was ejected from the System--her body twitching from the aftershocks. Her whole system was nearly overloaded itself and Nyala screamed, looking back over her shoulder to see if she was fine. That would have to be the least of her problems right then as she activated the Drive, leaving the enemy in their dust.

Once in the Subspace, Nyala was free to see about her Android counterpart. She was unresponsive, limbs still twitching a bit from the blast.* As far as she could see, there had been some extensive damage to the girl but she was neither doctor or even some sort of tech engineer and the ship wouldn’t get very far without a real pilot or even the being that laid in front of her. Hell, she wouldn’t even get too far without some muscle. The Dark Lady could do a lot of things that weren’t considered normal but this was even outside the realm of possibility. She might be able to sustain for now but with how extensive the damage was to both Lirael and the Antares. She would have to deal with that when it came about but the main priority was to get the ship safely somewhere and obtain a bodyguard. Then would come the complicated stuff, if they didn’t track her down before that. It was a race against time and she didn’t have hope.

After getting Lirael into a bed, Nyala navigated as best as she could to the nearest planet, named aptly after the section--Sagittarius IV. However, she didn’t want someone to take the chance and board the ship to take the Android so she had no choice but to put Lirael in a state of cryosleep. Plus that would help with her injuries while she was away, hiding the girl in the middle of nowhere while Nyala searched the area for what she was looking for.

Once she landed of course.