Baek sat in the drivers seat of his own ship, a gift from his grandparents on his fifteenth birthday. It was beautiful and much like his father Neek’s. It felt like home when he was on board but he couldn’t enjoy it’s comforts on this trip, not where he was, especially not when he wasn’t yet allowed to be this far from earth without his father at least in the ship, much less in a territory so dangerous and war ridden that you couldn’t rely on auto pilot. He was here for Zatalia, hoping to win her affections with something gorgeous that could only be found on a planet near here. She had instantly stolen his heart when she transferred to his school but his feelings had him acting like a complete moron and often had him coming off rude. He hated that, it crushed him when he did it but his brain just couldn’t seem to function right around her.
His words would end up coming off wrong and other times she’d be speaking and would think he wasn’t listening because he had trouble answering her. He hung on her every word, he truly did and he hoped he could gain some composure soon. She meant the world to him and since he couldn’t rely on himself to act like a normal human being around her he was hoping a gorgeous gift would at least help him convey she meant a great deal to him. He didn’t want to lose her and he knew at least one other boy in his High School was interested in her. It was honestly ironic, he was always so smooth around her but he was the biggest ass Baek knew. He only wanted to get Zatalia in bed so while Baek actually loved her she probably saw him as a jerk while a boy who only wanted in her pants was probably coming off as wonderful to her.
He had a lot of stress on his shoulders, including hoping what he had done to his fathers tracking system on his own ship wouldn’t be detected if he and his mother for whatever reason went out on it. His father had set something up to always know where he was, for safety reasons since space was so vast and could be incredibly dangerous. Today his father couldn’t know, his dad needed to be with his mother Johana since they recently had twins. They weren’t even six months yet and he couldn’t be so selfish as to ask his father to help him while he should be helping his mother with the new babies.
He took a deep breath as another ship whizzed by him with the markings of a race his father had drilled into him to avoid at all costs. Here he was, in their territory but Zatalia was worth it. Even if his father found out and took his ship away, if she would just smile at him this would all be worth it. Suddenly a bright flash of light nearly blinded him and his ship was tossed backward which was no easy thing to accomplish with how heavy their ships were from the material they were made from. It was a bomb, a bomb that had him now struggling to regain control of his ship.
He didn’t panic, he knew better than that from his fathers lessons. He kept his cool and managed to regain a little control but not before another planets gravity had snagged his ship. He had to make a quick choice, get out of this planets gravity or land and rethink how to get where he was going since a few more ships had joined the fray and were shooting things off at one another. His decision was to land and consult his maps before he got himself killed.