Bo barely had time to register what was happening. As the smell of his fart filled the tiny, tiny little ship, there was a flash of light, and then they were falling. Crashing, on some unknown planet.
Bo pried his fingers off of the seat the wraith was sitting in and let out a high pitched screech as he reached for the door and leaped out of the now broken, steaming hot mess of a ship. He couldn’t really breathe, and every inch of him was trembling like the legs of a newborn lamb. It wasn’t his proudest moment, but he wasn’t really thinking about looking cool or whatever.
There was still a wraith with him. And yeah, they’d escaped, but Bo had gotten zero explanation as to why and in his experience, wraiths only ever wanted to suck the life out of him. Literally.
Bo stumbled to the ground and threw himself back to his feet before starting to walk away. He would run if the wraith pursued, but he was also wary of the... oasis-looking foreign planet they’d landed on. The last random planet he’d ended up on, he lost his only other eye.
He didn’t want that happening again. He needed to be cautious. He was in his normal body now. That meant no clones, no magic spells, and no do-overs.
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