Chapter 4, part 1. The lighthouse

 Lonely had made her mad, he could tell. With everything that had happened back there, his brain had spaced on anything that had been said; all he could remember was the soldier hanging limp. 

"ARE YOU REALLY THAT DAFT?!" Eos exclaimed, turning around in her chair. 

"I-I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" He yelped. 

She rolled her eyes and groaned, turning back around to focus on the stars. 

"Well," She sighed, "First, we need to track down the stupid passkeys; second, we use the passkeys to transport us to wherever this foe is hiding. Third, we find something that will make the rocks disappear, and lastly, we kill this tyrant." 

"KILL?" Lonely shouted; he was beginning to doubt that this was a dream.  

"Yes, kill him, and if you have a problem with that, then you'd better just jump out the airlock, because I can't go back without finishing this." 

He honestly was debating the whole airlock thing and was about to ask where it was when Eos muttered, 

"We're here." 

Just outside the window was the surface of a small, barren planet. If anyone lived here, it was centuries ago. The only building that wasn't a pile of junk was a lighthouse that sat so big and stood so high it took up most of the planet. There seemed to be no plants anywhere, which meant no water and no atmosphere. 

"Welcome to Whispwood, or what's left of it at least. There are air-suits in that closet. I'd suggest putting one on before leaving." She said, bringing them to a smooth landing. 

He followed her instructions. Lonely didn't want to make her mad even more by arguing. There were only three of the "air-suits" Eos had mentioned, and they looked more like a goldfish bowl and backpack to Lonely than a space suit. He hoped it wouldn't smell of fish; he didn't want to throw up on top of everything else.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE THESE FISH BOWLS FOR?!" Lonely shouted from the closet. Eos walked over to join him at the closet. 

"Put it over your head, idiot." She glared at him and grabbed one off one of the hooks. She walked away muttering something about humans and monkeys. Hesitantly, Lonely grabbed one and looked it over. It looked like a large goldfish bowl. 

"I'm not putting this thing on. I'll smell like fish!" He argued. 

"Put it on, or I'll shove it on your head and leave you on this deserted planet!" She snapped from the front of the ship. 

"oR i'lL lEAve yOu oN tHiS dEsertED plAnET." He mocked.

"WHAT WAS THAT!?"

"NOTHING!" He yelped and shoved the fishbowl onto his head. Immediately, the suit powered on, and a liquid metal slid out from the bowl and over him, slimy and skin-tight. He felt like screaming, but stopped himself when he realized Eos was watching him in her suit. She was covered in silver from the neck down, and the backpack had a tube connecting it to the bowl over her head.   

"Put on the bag and come on. The longer we wait, the more Starlin will fall to ruin." She spoke in a tone that seemed cold and sad. He obliged and slung on the bag, a tube slid out, and he connected the fish bowl to the oxygen backpack. He found he could move quite easily, as if he wasn't wearing the suit.

"Okay. Let's find this portkey." He smiled.   

"Passkey."

"WHATEVER!"